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Recycling bogglement

We were almost out of plastic recycling bags (bags to recycle plastic in; they’re made of plastic themselves too, of course, but that’s not the defining feature) so I ordered some more. Boggling, as always, at the website of the waste processing and recycling company, Circulus-Berkel. It used to be plain Circulus but they joined

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The dream engine doesn’t let me sleep

I was travelling home by stages and spent the last night in what is in waking life my own town (but apparently in the dream it wasn’t or I could just have gone home), in a derelict house on a little island in the city moat (there is in fact an island in the city

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Risen indeed

When I was thirteen I was the only person in my family who liked church. My parents were lapsed Lutherans and I was in Lutheran catechism class, having been evicted from the children’s choir a year earlier because I turned alto. (So did my friend, and she and I were the mainstay of the children’s

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Following writers

When I was going through my Twitter following/followers list it seemed that I follow A LOT OF writers, so I made a list and found that it’s true: almost a third, 111 people. They have published books, call themselves “writer” or something similar in their bio, and/or I know from conversations that they write. I

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The Obligatory Coronavirus Quarantine Post

Yes, I really do have to write this before my brain lets me write any other post that isn’t the ongoing reading notes. Strictly speaking we’re not in quarantine — we’re staying in. One of us (lately mostly me because Spouse had a sniffle and didn’t want to take the risk) ventures out to the

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The dream engine sends me back to school

For the third time in as many months, and I was again late. Though not as late as the teacher. I was the first in the classroom for a religion class in the first period on Wednesday, knowing I was late; then a woman appeared who I thought must be the teacher, but the actual

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I wrote a thing

Sunday morning, in church, during the Lord’s Prayer in various languages, a tiny story idea (an idea for a tiny story, not a tiny idea for a story, I get the latter all the time) fell into my head ready-made. At post-service coffee I told the plot to a couple of choirmates and they said

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Protestant art

Or craft, whatever. I’m taking part in a series of three workgroup sessions about gratitude, organised by the local Protestant church where I know some people. I think I and a Bahá’i woman were the only non-Protestant participants. We had a round of introductions (ick), then someone told a very condensed version of the story

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Is it Christmas yet?

Is it Christmas? Is it Christmas yet? (both sites detect where you are by your IP address, and the first also guesses your language by that: I did a small double take when I asked a question in English that was answered in Dutch) I got so annoyed with people saying it was Christmas that

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Scaffolding

I’m glad I’m a woman. Not only in general terms though that’s true too, but I’m glad I’m a woman with a strong liturgical calling in the Orthodox church. If I were a man I’d probably be a deacon or even a priest now. I don’t agree with women not being allowed in the altar

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