7 Dec 98 
Pearl Harbor Day 
 
Let's see, about 9 years since Grandaddy died and 8 since Dad died.   
 
I smell like raw ground beef today, so that's why I'm reminded of Dad.  He 
really had some bad eating habits.   
 
In a related topic, I am beginning to realize why my arms still have a bit 
of the muscle I built up on crew -- meatloaf in the soup kitchen.  Raw 
meat is fun to punch, but the smell lasts all day. 
 
So I learned something interesting at RCIA -- Catholic view of heaven. 
People are bodily resurrected - the body is uniquely their own, but lacks 
much of the imperfections on earth - such as the blind will be able to 
see, deaf be able to hear.  All accidental wounds are washed away.   
 
(Thomas Aquinas figures everyone will be 33 in heaven) 
 
However, wounds one has acquired as the result of love for god and man 
will remain... like Jesus had the wounds in his hands, feet, and side even 
after his resurrection.  So mothers' stretch marks will remain.  Isn't 
that neat? 
 
I thought it interesting. 
 
I think playing around with theology would be a fun thing to do. 
 
Also, I took these tests on Friday so that if I'm in the top 5% (or 50, 
whichever is smaller) in the U.S. taking this to apply for 
BarclaysCapital, I get $1500 and an interview in London in January.  Tres 
cool or what.  However, I didn't like the verbal test (the math test was 
alright).  The verbal test was True/False and ever since my infamous 
run-in with the Industrial Arts Safety Quiz in 7th grade I've had an 
abhorrence for them.   Bleh. 
 
I need to eat lunch.  What today, pizza, burger, or wrap?  Not enough 
money for a wrap.  MMMMMM hungry.