Bible Beltin'

"Well, I don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the bible
I got my own special way"

Just wanted to briefly salute my first blog, a recap of week one in Miss'ippi - initial impressions and all that jazz. Or blues, maybe. The people in the MTC program are .... interesting. An extremely intelligent and eclectic mix. I'm definitely looking forward to getting to know them all better in the coming days, months and years. The weather is hot and wet, the campus is very pretty and pretty large, covered in magnolia trees (particularly in 'the grove') and red-brick buildings. The downtown square, surrounding the old oxford court house, has some great bookstores, restaurants and a classic, southern ambiance.



... my eyelids are heavy, morning birds are chirping and I still have work to do. Buzzing from my opening week in the MTC, several days spent playing catch-up that I'm still a few steps behind of, naturally. Can see all sorts of MTC info at our site (http://www.olemiss.edu/programs/mtc/) - including participant bios, videos, pictures, links to other blogs, etc. Couzapalooza put me to bed last night with a full stomach and stories to tell (including a pajama'ed trip to grab some great mexican food), and a baptist pastor with a steely stare and a thunderously accusing delivery woke me right up in the morning. A sunset over Sardis Lake and some friends from Williams sealed the weekend, before I could settle down for some silence under a full moon and .... write.

Still the same old song, just a different verse.