Today’s my birthday. I’m 39, and I have to leave off harassing Mrs. Unfocused about being the older woman.
We celebrated yesterday with cake and a visit from a college friend and his daughter, which was good fun. On Saturday, we got together with another college friend from out of town, and his wife and daughters, so it was a very collegiate weekend.
I did get my long run in yesterday. I went out late, at about 10:30, so it was already pretty hot, and again, my training fell off in the last couple of weeks, so I wasn’t terribly fast: 9.85 miles in 1:27 and change (don’t have my watch in front of me for the exact time). I’m okay with that, because at least I got it done. I should get a little more running in this week.
Birthday or not, I’ve gotta go to work.
An old friend of mine from high school, Daniel Radosh, has a new book out. Rapture Ready is described (on the website for the book) as:
Written with the perfect blend of amusement and respect, Rapture Ready! is an insightful, entertaining, and deeply weird journey through the often hidden world of Christian pop culture. This vast and influential subculture — a $7 billion industry and growing — can no longer be ignored by anyone who wants to understand the social, spiritual and political aspirations of evangelical Christians.
One section of the book appears to be based on an article in The New Yorker that Daniel wrote, profiling Tammy Bakker’s son, who is now a minister himself, albeit with a style that’s very different from what you’ll remember about his parents. It was a nicely balanced piece, not a hatchet job by a long shot, but Daniel didn’t suck up to his subject, either.
I haven’t read the book yet, but I’m about to order it on Amazon, and you can, too. I’m looking forward to reading it.
Thanks to Squidocto at Muss My Hair for cluing me in.
which means that what we had Saturday night was, officially, a party, once Junior knocked one of the younger guests on the noggin with an old golf club in the basement (beat that, Professor Plum!). One of our good friends from college was in town for the first time in many years for an academic conference, so the Mrs. and I invited a number of our college group who are still in the area over for dinner, along with children and spouses/partners/significant others. I always enjoy our parties and this one was no exception, but I think our guests had a good time, too — Harriet even blogged about it, which is pretty high praise. To be fair, the Mrs. did most of the hard work; I just opened the wine and poured the drinks.