Monday, April 28, 2008


Of all things, carrots.

Someone in the Honors Seminar brought a bag of mini-carrots on the last day of class and passed around the bag. Everyone was happily chomping on carrots as we witnessed final presentations.

Maria wrote a play, which we performed. Jacob gave a sermon. Libby did a work of art. And Jim, who joked while eating carrots, who placed a carrot here or there on his face to suggest some animal or other (forehead / unicorn!), wrote of Camus and Kierkegaard. Deadly serious stuff about death themes in Carl Theodor Dreyer and Ingmar Bergman. But there he was, Jim, pretending to be a unicorn with a tiny carrot-horn. What a way for our time together to end.

Thus comes to an end my fascination with seeing if I could write 50 blog entries during 2008. I said I would do so and so I have. Amen.

1 comment:

Erin said...

Ha--that's funny. I was just eating baby carrots as I read this entry! :-)

Congratulations on the end of your semester!

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