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I am on a serious David Foster Wallace jag this last week or so. I was going to buy his opus work Infinite Jest but then calculated that I would probably be like the 99% who would buy the book, try to read it, then put it like a tombstone up on the cemetery book shelf. Instead, to save money, I travelled through the labyrinth of the Lancaster Library Online System where I downloaded the book through Overdrive. In July, I fortunately had renewed my Library Card which really struck me as odd because why should one have to update a Library Card, particularly in person? It is not an ID, has no picture, and the details of where I live and etc. could easily (or should have been) easily handled online. But no, in some homage to days gone by, one has to come to the temple and present one's card to the clergy to gain entrance into the sacred world of knowledge. And while you are here, spit out your damn gum young man. Or, middle-aged man. Downloading the book involved a complex, h

“Hope is a passion for the possible.”  ―  Søren Kierkegaard ,  Fear and Trembling Last Sunday, fresh off the Family Reunion, I was in recuperation mode. When at the yearly Family Reunion, I give myself permission to super-size food and beer. I still keep it within biblical boundaries, let us just say that I come against those boundaries. I always made sure to exercise before consumption. "No Pain, No Beer", as my buddy Rob says. All weekend long, I was just settling back in to my humble abode. It was interesting how much work and packing and unpacking being away for four days required. I still have the 10 foot kayak in my living room as we speak.  I made an intentional effort to not overpack. Come Sunday morning, I was running a bit late for church because of still feeling out of sync. It is not the biggest deal. My church rarely starts at the stated time of 10:30 and there is no social ostracism if a party comes in late and is discrete about it. Come as you are.