Wow, it's been a whole week since I posted anything. I'm such a loser. Let me ease back into it with a meme ganked from caerwynx by way of hcwoodward, in which I write a random phrase from each of the following:
Nearest book to you: Believe it or not, the closest book to me is the Presbyterian Hymnal. Here's the first verse of hymn no. 353:
"Great God, Your love has called us here / As we, by live, for love were made. / Your living likeness still we bear, / Though marred, dishonored, disobeyed. / We come, with all our heart and mind / Your call to hear, Your love to find."
You know, I've been a Presbyterian all my life, and we've been using this edition of the hymnal since 1990, and I've never sung this hymn.
Nearest CD insert: I didn't realize I'd have to get up from the couch to do this meme. Oy.
If heaven is what you make it
Then heaven is in your arms
God only knows we can take it
Love is everywhere
My heaven is in your arms
Ask Anybody by Swirl 360 was a fraction of an inch closer to me than Hymns Through the Centuries Vol. 2 by the Cathedral Choral Society, which is a pity, because if the latter album had been closer, I could have listed my own name. Though that wouldn't have been random. It would have been cool though. Not to mention narcissistic!
Nearest piece of paper that you wrote on:
These are the names of the authors of a book that was recommended to me, The Shadow of the Lion. If you're interested in reading it too, you should know that it was actually written by Lackey, Freer, and Flint.
Nearest piece of paper that was written to you:
The weather is here, wish
you were beautiful (Andy
made me write this).
In the interest of full disclosure, I feel compelled to point out that this was written on a piece of card stock, not a piece of paper. It's a postcard from Nantucket Island, written by my sister-in-law Charity.
Something on your desk: I picked up something from my desk when I got up to get the CD. I'm so clever!
hamaxostichus stationem relinquere coepit. Harrius Hagridum spectare volebat dum e conspectu abiret; a sede surrexit et nasum contra fenestram pressit, sed oculos connivuit, et Hagrid evanuerat.
This is the last paragraph of chapter five of Harrius Potter et Philosophi Lapis, which in case you couldn't tell is a Latin translation of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. It was a Christmas gift from tivogoddess.