Saturday, February 28, 2004
For those under the clouds
Staring up in awesome wonder
As tears come slowly down
I'm reaching up a needful hand
You are my eyes when I cannot see
You are my voice, see, sing through me
You are my strength in weakness be
To find that I could fall
And still your grace surrounds, pursuing
To freely stumble down
I feel your hands around my heart
You are my strength, my voice, my eyes
I lift up needful hands
You are my strength, my voice, my eyes
I lift up needful hands
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Just to warn you, this week is a bit mental. So, just to warn you as to why I might not be around as much. Its not that I don't love you guys. I just have a million things to do this week.
Back to work...
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
I pulled another all-nighter, after only 4 hours of sleep the night before. I'm thinkin it might actually be an okay paper though. Even if I had to practically kill myself to write it.
I was trying to think when the last time was that I did a paper WITHOUT pulling an all-nighter.
I think it was in the third grade.
Sunday, February 22, 2004
I am admittedly kinda a Quizilla nerd. I tend to shy away from Quizilla because I'll spend hours taking those stupid quizzes: "I NEVER KNEW I WAS A CUP OF TEA!!!!!" But sometimes, the medicine wears off, and I get sucked in.
I am, apparently, "A kiss on the forehead". I was kinda hoping I would be "A hug from behind". Those are the best hugs. But forehead kisses are pretty great too, I'll admit.
cuddle and a kiss on the forehead - you like to be
close to your special someone and feel warm,
comfortable, and needed
What Sign of Affection Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Weekends suck for bloggers. Or, at least for my blog. I drop 30-40 hits on the weekends. Now, I blame this on all you lovely slackers that wander over to my blog at work, or at least I'm assuming. Plus, ya know, people generally have more things to do on the weekends. I've had a bit of a blah weekend. (Though its only Saturday night, tommorrow I just have a paper to write, so the blah will continue...) Last night I staffed a youth dance that had its share of rowdies. It was a long night. And let it be known that my daughters will NEVER be allowed to wear 90% of what those girls were wearing. Especially since those girls were wearing 10% of what a normal person wears.
So because of the slower weekends, and my blah few days, I'll use this post to let you guys in on some sites I've been surfing lately. Passing on The Knowledge of Things Cool....
1) Your New Favorite Blogs....
I've been meaning to make a note of these guys for a while actually, but my friends Joshua and Peter are the proud papas of two of my favorite blogs. Peter and I have been friends for a while, but I've just recently realized that he's actually a very funny man. No, really. He's got this blog thing, and its almost impossible for me to visit his blog without actually laughing out loud. (None of that "LOL" crap, I'm talking the embarrassing myself in the office kind of laughter. ) Its inspiring, really. And if you have any good stories about "awkward moments", be sure and let him know, because he wants to hear them.
Joshua is just an all-around cool guy. The defining moment in our friendship was realizing we were both at Everyone's Festival 2000, but we didn't know each other. Other than that, we just pretty much have everything in common. We're looking into solidifying that, if he ends up dying his sweet new fauxhawk a most fantastic shade of pink. (Though the people tell me that my hair is not pink. I'm getting quite a few compliments on it so far. Everyone likes it more than I do. When I told Tim about it he actually said: "THAT'S AWESOME!" I then remembered that he's had his hair dyed purple twice and blue once. Silly me.) But Jason is very cool. He's my pixel-pusher designer muse.
2) Good Photography...
I hardly ever hear from my good friend Julia anymore. Julia and I were friends in high school (though we went to different high schools), and I was a bridesmaid in her wedding. I miss her enormously. But then she got married and moved to Rhode Island and its hard to get ahold of her anymore. BUT if I start to REALLY miss her, I can now just visit her site at www.juliaparris.com. Her photography is so much a part of her and extention of her, its fantastic. I recommend it.
3) In The News...
I managed to make the Top 10 on www.rubhub.com. I dunno what that is actually, but I know I owe that to my RMFO crew, so thanks boys and girls. At least I'm Top 10 in something.
4) Oh the Dramas of Love...
Rumor has it that people have actually met People They Are Quite Fond Of through the internet, especially through blogs. For such people, I present to you:
How to Date and Blog
5) Where I've Been....
Lately I've seen these maps popping up all over the place. So, out of boredom's sake, I present to you the maps of the states that I've visited (21), and the countries I've been to (18). And no, I don't care that its really too big for my blog...post...column...thing....
create your own visited states map
create your own visited country map
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Bungee Jumping Vs. Tiles
Me: "FIVE WEEKS RUTH. This is gonna be the longest month on record. Ever. In the history of the world."
Ruth: "Nooo! It'll go fast! I promise!"
Me: "Well the last HALF a week has NOT gone by fast.
Ruth: "Well find things for you to do! I'll keep you busy. We caaaaan....bungee jump out the front window! That could be fun. Or, we could tie a bunch of sheets together! And I'll hold the other end, and you can jump down and I'll pull you back up so that you'll get the EFFECT of bungee jumping! But we'll give you a crash helmet, just in case. We don't want you to hit a window or anything. But YEAH! FUN! FIVE WEEKS!
Me: "Hm. Any other options?"
Ruth: "You could relay the flooring in the hallway. It took me at least 5 weeks to do that flipping kitchen."
Me: "Tempting. But I like the carpet.
Ruth: "Good point."
Tuesday, February 17, 2004
I think I just dyed my hair kinda pink.
Monday, February 16, 2004
"Letters from Letters"
Mountains painted our backdrop
Against a Highland sky
She laughed as I fell
But not for her
I looked up and she caught my eye....
And in between hers and mine
A million memories came to be
She burned with a passion that I had yet to see
And the sun set
Over a heart that no hands kept
Because I did not fall in love with her that day
My eye distracted by another still so fine
She wished to heaven that now was another time
When moments were hopes
and dreams did not awaken to fears
Of a heart forever alone...
On her lips danced a smile
But her head held years of me without her
And when the years turned to tears
I looked away
And I did not fall in love with her that day
Sunset turned to a moonless night
Dark settled in the empty spaces between us
The silence grew louder and I was found begging to run
To ignore the eyes that held too much
For me to hold
But I did not fall in love with her today
Saturday, February 14, 2004
Both the flatmates are out of town, leaving me the place to myself.
What to do?
What any red-blooded American girl would do.....
Bring home some beer and pizza for some late night TV!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Futurama was hysterical tonight. )
(Reading: lots of college work on Urban Ministry, groupwork, and curriculum.....Listening: "Not Alone" by Patty Griffin....Watching: "A Broad with Two Yankees", an old movie from 1944 starring no one you've heard of....Feeling: Sleepy.....Waiting: For Tim and Chrissy to visit........)
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
The Beauty of the Ordinary.
I didn't sleep a WINK last night. Not one. Never slept. I lay in bed for 6 hours, never ever falling asleep. I suspect this partially has to do with my sleeping late yesterday, but then it just got to the point where I was trying TOO hard to go do sleep, and its all over after that. It wasn't a total loss though, since those nights give you a lot of time to think about things.....
1) Plan my wedding.
2) Plan my funeral.
3) Write a book on the effect of the Industrial Revolution on Kierkegaardian Existentialism in Britain.
(Okay, you're right. I didn't plan my funeral.)
I live in the city, by the way. Most of the time I really love it. I'm only about a mile from the city centre, so one can hear all kinds of interesting things late at night. And by "interesting things", I usually mean drunken 20-odd guys coming home from the pub at 3am singing football supporter songs or the always-popular "Flower of Scotland".
Last night was no exception.
Laying there, listening to the drunken men far outside the window, my train of thought eventually went past the station of....Ordinary.
No one wants to be ordinary.
When life becomes ordinary, we want a new life.
Yet usually, life is ordinary.
And we hate that.
A few years ago a movie came out starring Ewan McGregor and Cameron Diaz called "A Life Less Ordinary." Its a weird flick (directed by Danny Boyle, of Trainspotting and The Beach fame), but not bad, in the end. I think my two favorite parts of it being just the title and the poster, which will be forever engrained in my mind as being in Swedish on the back of a cabin door on the Doulos. (Don't ask.) Three, if you count a good soundtrack.
But it was an intoxicating title, above all. It was enough to get me to see it. Its not really the road you might want to go down, unless you're into a life of crime, but it certainly wasn't ordinary I guess. What we all wouldn't give, for a LIFE...not just a moment, not just a day....that is less...ordinary.
Then came a song by Avril Lavigne: "Anything But Ordinary":
Sometimes I drive so fast
just to feel the danger
I wanna scream it makes me feel alive
Is it enough to love? is it enough to breathe ?
Somebody rip my heart out & leave me here to bleed
Is it enough to die, somebody save my life
I'd rather be anything but ordinary please
To walk within the lines
would make my life so boring
I want to know that i have been to the extreme
so knock me off my feet
c'mon now give it to me
anything to make me feel alive
These lyrics literally made me sad. Why do we desire such extreme pain or such extreme exuberance, simply in order to feel alive? Its the basis behind every drunk, drug user, sexual perversion (no matter how "innocent" it looks), roller coaster ride, sky diving jump.....the list goes on.
Its not all bad you know. There's much to be said for simple thrills. I love roller coasters. I enjoy a nice pint of Guinness Extra Cold. I like to travel. I love a sweet kiss.
But as soon as we are discontent with the small things, we demand bigger, and when we get it, we demand on extremes. What starts off as one drink turns into a life of alcohol. One hit turns into a lost life. One sexual encounter turns into two, which turns into a whole nother life to be dealt with.
My point is that I think I'm learning more and more about the beauty of the ordinary. Life is made up of a severe "everydayness". And that is okay. We wake up and we get in the car and turn the key to go to the store to buy some milk to use in our cereal that we'll eat for lunch while watching Neighbours reruns before work starts in the afternoon where we meet the same old lady that orders a roast-beef sandwhich with no mayo and no onion. But if we are fixated on the ordinary and our struggle to run away from it, we miss the beauty of the lines on that old lady's face, or the simple blessing of having a heater in the car, or the amazing sunrise that we missed while we were in the shower.
(And by "we" I mean you. Or me. But not both at the same time. Just to clarify.....)
I have a love-hate relationship with Luke 12:27. I love it because of what it says. I hate that its so overquoted that no one stops to consider the actual verse anymore.
Consider how the lilies grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these.
How blazenly STUNNING is this verse?! Jesus is sayin...take a closer look at the beauty of God's creation. That flower, and how it grows, is so much more lovely than even a king in his finest. We demand the extraordinary, when God has given us the beautiful ordinary.
Maybe its not that ordinary. Maybe we're just too used to it.
Lord forgive us for our lack of sight and our constant demands for more than your perfect gifts.
Sunday, February 08, 2004
So I dropped my cell phone in the toilet yesterday.
And since I already know your next question: yes, the water was clean at that point.
Because of this fact, I made no quams about diving in after it. I quickly dried it out...only to find the keys didn't work and the front screen (its a flip phone) was fading. Crap! So I do a little research and find out that I'm actually due a free upgrade anyway. Heeeey! Good stuff. So with a little help from my boss (who holds my phone account, since I use it for work), I got a brand new snazzy phone, which can be seen here. (Be sure and play with it in 3D! Everybody with me now: "Oooh! Ahhh!")
Its pretty sweet, especially for free. Its got full wireless internet (none of that WAP crap, I can check out ANY site from this baby...and I think that means I can get wireless connection on my laptop now, when I connect it to my phone), Windows (for Wireless), games , video messaging, picture messaging, MP3 player, color screen, polyphonic ringtones....all kinds of good stuff. So playing with that has taken up most of my day off here. (Even though my other phone did end up working, eventually. It was about time for an update anyway.) The only annoying thing is that there's a little buzz when someone talks, in the earpiece, whether actually on the phone, or in the headphones. But I suppose I could get used to it, because of the rest of the coolness.
Otherwise, Ruth and I have ordered pizza, eaten chocolate, and watched "Angels in America" on TV (an HBO miniseries...pretty good so far), overall having a fun girly weekend, since Dave (guy flatmate) is away at the girlfriends parents's house. Consequently I haven't gotten much done, really. Not that I usually do on days off. But I should have. I definitely need to write my grandmother back.
The snow was beautiful today, if only for 5 minutes. Ruth got all giggly and said she felt like a little girl in a snow globe, looking out our bay windows in the living room. And she was right. I thought it would be a GREAT moment to go out and kiss someone in the street.
I didn't, of course.
Thursday, February 05, 2004
So, I started a photoblog. Just for you guys. Enjoy.
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
Hey guys, if I started a photoblog, would you be interested?
Ohio in Glasgow
Today was pretty good, but three parts were GREAT.
1) Lady at the newsagent. I missed the 5:15 bus home, (by seconds...like, I could SEE it pull away...) and had to wait another 30 mins for the next bus. So I do the logical thing and go buy a bar of chocolate. Now, no offence to Brits, but more often than not, people are in a rush here to get through customers, without much of a smile or awknowlegement of your existence. (Not that the States is THAT much different, I think people just operate on automatic more in the US.) So I was pleasantly surprised when, when I asked for a Peppermint Creme, the lady smiled, like she was SO glad I'd picked THAT chocolate bar, because it was her favorite. (Not that she said that. That's just how she smiled.) And she kept smiling. And it was a genuine smile. I smiled back, because I was grateful for that smile.
2) Girl at the bus station. While sitting waiting for my bus, I was reading Relevant Magazine. I was in a 3-chair seating arrangement, my bag and coat taking up the middle one. A young looking (my age) muslim girl sat down next to me, and started texting into her phone. Only a few minutes later did the bus come, and I gathered my things, but in doing so, let the flap on my bag fall on her lap on accident. "I'm sorry..." I said, "I'm a bit all over the place!". I expected a casual "That's okay", as I would normally get. But instead, she brightened up and said "That's okay! I'm like that sometimes too!" We smile and laugh together, I thank her, and go to the bus...as it pulls away (apparently to get something fixed...it was making a horrible noise. Inspired by my pleasant interaction with the previous girl, I quip to the girl also waiting for the bus: "Hmm, I thought it was time to get on the bus!". That girl looked at me as if she was so so sorry that I was born with two heads. The contrast made me all the more thankful for the first girl.
3) Ohio. I came into college today and check my mail slot (where we usually get papers and such from lecturers), and find the Acoustic Cafe poster from the Derek and Sandra show on Friday - which I'd swiped after the show, but left in Scott's car. So I take out the poster, and lo-and-behold, under that is brand-new, plastic wrapped copy of Over the Rhine's album Ohio, which I hadn't been able to get yet. I knew it was from Scott, because we'd been talking about how I didn't have it yet. He was in the room on one of the computers. "SCOTT!!!! Did you buy this?!" Well yes. "Oh my gosh! Thank you!" He's married, or else I would have hugged him. (Which is a whole nother topic. Are you allowed to hug your married friends? What if you aren't that close to the person in the first place? I mean Scott is certainly a friend, but its not like we go back years or anything. It would have been awkwardish...which I'm sure Peter and Adam would have loved....) So I've been listening to that all night. The only bummer is that I think its copy protected, so i can't put songs on my MP3 player. I'm not really complaining though.
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
I LOVE Get Fuzzy.
Monday, February 02, 2004
ITV has put up The Vagina Monologues against Channel 5's showing of the Super Bowl.
Am I the only one who finds this hysterical?