I was in Turin the week AFTER they ended the 1998 viewing. Here’s an excellent site concerning the Shroud of Turin. Here’s an article explaining why the 1988 carbon-14 dating test was flawed and how it’s actually much older. The first link goes into greater detail. Nobody still knows how the image came to be, though a very interesting theory has emerged, explaining how a dead body in contact with linen woven using first century methods could leave such an impression. No one has been able to replicate it. It’s not painted–the image is a thin film of melanoidins, thick…
“Hey, I get to sleep in until 5:20am tomorrow!”
You might be a flight instructor if you get kinda happy when you wake up and the weather is crap. As a student, it was always infuriating. As an instructor, it means a relatively stress-free day. Unfortunately, since we’ve got a base salary, they can make us stand around and do nothing. Which is what I did until about 2pm, and then got to come home. It was a nice break. I’ll try to remember that when I’m there at 6am on Saturday. I wonder if I’ll be any good at this job in a few months. I try hard,…
Jonah’s been making mead. Or claiming she is. I told her that if she were going to go through the trouble of fermenting 5 gallons of something, she ought to at least make a drink that I like. I suppose it’s possible that I might like the mead, but considering I really don’t like the taste of honey, I doubt it. Her reason for making mead? She’d picked a couple gallons of rose hips and that’s all she could think to do with them. So we had to buy lots of honey to make an icky drink with a useless…
Things I would be if I celebrated the pagan holiday form of All Hallows’ Eve by dressing in costume: Zoe (you can apparently buy a vest like this girl did) Peppermint Patty (a green top–what is that, a referee shirt?–black shorts, flip flops, and freckles) Martha Stewart (stylish pant suit and ankle monitor)