Christmas eve walks are magical. I remember one with my brother when we were younger. He's in brasil now, and I miss him.
Kirtly's next to serve, and now I have a midnight walk memory with her.
I was getting over a cold, but that didn't matter. She packed the tiny stove, hot chocolate mix, and I of course brought the childrens' book; the little match girl. Derek and Herby completed our gaggle and we headed out into the midnight wonder.
It was a still and silent night, and if I'd been younger I'd worry that we might scare Santa away from the neighborhood.
We wandered in all the magic of new snow and sparkling lights, and I was again intrigued with the beauty of Kirtly Sorensen. She's magical, and makes you feel important. She asked me questions, and I found answers about who she is. Adventuresome, busy, positive, hopeful.
We made it to the 'look out' and took in the beauty of electricity. It's still amazing to me how many lights are on at night. The city was supposed to be asleep, but the road lights said otherwise. We watched, and read, and with the strike of the last match, saw visions for our future.
Herby: probably the green chew toy she would open the next morning.
Derek: A victory to take him to boy's nation
Kirtly: happiness in the phillipeans.
Me: a little long haired brunette named annie. (I'm excited for red too, but we couldn't punish her with daddy warbux references.)
We slowly made our way back home, and I drank in the last of our magical stroll. I love snow, and white, brilliant, quiet beauty. Thanks Kirtly.
12.26.2008
12.16.2008
fall semester 2008
argh. It's come to this. I've been putting off the reality of my failure, at least in the academic world. I finally stared down my grades, and I was disappointed, in myself mostly. I totally failed. And then I was directed here. and I feel better. Accept reality and move on. Bring on January 5 and 17 new credits.
12.09.2008
CAW
I survived the acronym!
Christmas Around the World has come and gone yet again, four times not I've been in the holiday show, but this year was different.
My Folk dance story is similar to his. No I didn't want to be a folk dancer since I was three, but as soon as I knew about Christmas around the world, I had a desire to wear nightgowns and red hopak boots. It was the ultimate arrival. You knew you ahd made it in the folk dance world if you could be seen with a hopak basic and some red ribbons in your hair at the end of a long dress rehearsal.
This year was the year, and I loved every second. It's easy to complain about how much time you don't have, and how many assignments you aren't doing your best on when you devote every evening to the depths of the Marriott center for 5 days straight. But then you stop, and you notice the magic of lit Christmas trees, and the way the puzzle like a way a show comes together. I stopped and watched girls putting make-up on boys, and watched, Ron fixing stressed muscles. Ed is in his element, and is bounding every which way, staying up till 3 am staining bread and salt plates for the Ukrainian presentation. I saw that band and the dancers talking, the girls bonding over dressing room things that I won't mention here, and boys trying to see how much they could eat without affecting their performance.
Christmas Around the world is especially wonderful because it has become a sort of anniversary for mando player and I. A year ago we flirted as I warmed up in an Irish costume to the mandolin music of nickel creek. He played and I danced. Magic. There's really nothing like it.
This year he found ways to surprise me, puzzle pieces, notes, flowers and kiss on stage. I fell in love again with this wonderful red head who makes me see all the magic of Christmas each day I'm with him.
I love that we can express emotion through dance. Chinese was filled with the wonderment of beauty. I remember having those thoughts as I first listened to the song we dance to over a year ago. Hopak is filled with pride for family and values. Israeli is a prayer to God, and I think of the God I know and love as I dance. Irish is magic, always magic, but on Saturday it was different. I collected my thoughts off stage as I prepared for the soft shoe number and my thoughts turned to mando player and the love I feel for him. I danced love, and it was the most beautiful I've ever felt. Love radiated and I felt loved as I leapt across the stage. Then he was there, waiting in the wings as I skipped into the darkness. I couldn't help it then, and I cried knowing that love knows no bounds, and that the love I felt right then would only grow over time.
I love you mando player.
Christmas Around the World has come and gone yet again, four times not I've been in the holiday show, but this year was different.
My Folk dance story is similar to his. No I didn't want to be a folk dancer since I was three, but as soon as I knew about Christmas around the world, I had a desire to wear nightgowns and red hopak boots. It was the ultimate arrival. You knew you ahd made it in the folk dance world if you could be seen with a hopak basic and some red ribbons in your hair at the end of a long dress rehearsal.
This year was the year, and I loved every second. It's easy to complain about how much time you don't have, and how many assignments you aren't doing your best on when you devote every evening to the depths of the Marriott center for 5 days straight. But then you stop, and you notice the magic of lit Christmas trees, and the way the puzzle like a way a show comes together. I stopped and watched girls putting make-up on boys, and watched, Ron fixing stressed muscles. Ed is in his element, and is bounding every which way, staying up till 3 am staining bread and salt plates for the Ukrainian presentation. I saw that band and the dancers talking, the girls bonding over dressing room things that I won't mention here, and boys trying to see how much they could eat without affecting their performance.
Christmas Around the world is especially wonderful because it has become a sort of anniversary for mando player and I. A year ago we flirted as I warmed up in an Irish costume to the mandolin music of nickel creek. He played and I danced. Magic. There's really nothing like it.
This year he found ways to surprise me, puzzle pieces, notes, flowers and kiss on stage. I fell in love again with this wonderful red head who makes me see all the magic of Christmas each day I'm with him.
I love that we can express emotion through dance. Chinese was filled with the wonderment of beauty. I remember having those thoughts as I first listened to the song we dance to over a year ago. Hopak is filled with pride for family and values. Israeli is a prayer to God, and I think of the God I know and love as I dance. Irish is magic, always magic, but on Saturday it was different. I collected my thoughts off stage as I prepared for the soft shoe number and my thoughts turned to mando player and the love I feel for him. I danced love, and it was the most beautiful I've ever felt. Love radiated and I felt loved as I leapt across the stage. Then he was there, waiting in the wings as I skipped into the darkness. I couldn't help it then, and I cried knowing that love knows no bounds, and that the love I felt right then would only grow over time.
I love you mando player.
11.25.2008
11.20.2008
gypsi emos
Flamenco.
I've been studying it in my Spanish dance class, she's been trying to help us relate. It's not just dancing, it's feeling, testifying, it's introverted in that you are dancing more for your self than the audience. To bring it home she 'likened it unto" a testimony, where you speak for other to hear, but honestly it's more for yourself, your listening, feeling, and then all of a sudden you're on your on feet, speaking.
Like a flamenco cafe, your listening to the singers, acting out rhythms with various pal mas, or hand claps, you're feeling the emotions of the song and then, all of a sudden, you're sharing your on the floor, speaking with your feet.
It's incredibly powerful, honest, seductive, beautiful and elegant. I'm in love with this style of dance.
The dancing originated from the Spanish gypsyies, their songs were full of mourning, of loss, they were a lower class and their dance reflected their songs. Just as Spain was searching for their national dance, the gypsy dancers were gaining popularity by the locals. The government took these gypsy movements and refined them in flamenco schools. Now these emotional gypsy dances are performed all over Spain in flamenco dance cafe's.
thank you to the emo's of Spain for this beautiful style of dance.
I've been studying it in my Spanish dance class, she's been trying to help us relate. It's not just dancing, it's feeling, testifying, it's introverted in that you are dancing more for your self than the audience. To bring it home she 'likened it unto" a testimony, where you speak for other to hear, but honestly it's more for yourself, your listening, feeling, and then all of a sudden you're on your on feet, speaking.
Like a flamenco cafe, your listening to the singers, acting out rhythms with various pal mas, or hand claps, you're feeling the emotions of the song and then, all of a sudden, you're sharing your on the floor, speaking with your feet.
It's incredibly powerful, honest, seductive, beautiful and elegant. I'm in love with this style of dance.
The dancing originated from the Spanish gypsyies, their songs were full of mourning, of loss, they were a lower class and their dance reflected their songs. Just as Spain was searching for their national dance, the gypsy dancers were gaining popularity by the locals. The government took these gypsy movements and refined them in flamenco schools. Now these emotional gypsy dances are performed all over Spain in flamenco dance cafe's.
thank you to the emo's of Spain for this beautiful style of dance.
AS SEEN ON (and heard in) THE TALMAGE
I'm sorry if you don't get these... they're math jokes mostly, or else funny because of the people who said them. I love my math nerd friends. We're all weird, and its ok.
-We do it because it's truth. heard
-Said by a girl, about a boy she kinda has a thing for...."We just couldn't get past the bijection, he didn't know how to define it."
-Said by a girl, about a boy she kinda has a thing for...."We just couldn't get past the bijection, he didn't know how to define it."
-"I'm tempted to define that." "Tempted beyond reason?" "Since when does reason play into math??"
-found in a math text "duplicating the precise function within the limits specified would be AWKWARD." yes that word really was in a math book. happiness.
-Isn't it funny how I can't even tell you what number theory is about... and you're a math major!!!... wait let me try. the theory of numbers, like primes, and stuff. proofs, ya proofs. uh, we suck.
-I hate teenagers, why do i want to teach them again?
-They say Mathematic and Physics majors outscore every other major on the LSAT, what they forgot to tell you was the suicide rate in those majors... it the Math Lab a lone it's 20% mortality rate!!
and there you have it, why I haven't posted in the last bit. Math, oh and this, I've been keeping it up as well. la la la.
-Isn't it funny how I can't even tell you what number theory is about... and you're a math major!!!... wait let me try. the theory of numbers, like primes, and stuff. proofs, ya proofs. uh, we suck.
-I hate teenagers, why do i want to teach them again?
-They say Mathematic and Physics majors outscore every other major on the LSAT, what they forgot to tell you was the suicide rate in those majors... it the Math Lab a lone it's 20% mortality rate!!
and there you have it, why I haven't posted in the last bit. Math, oh and this, I've been keeping it up as well. la la la.
11.13.2008
Sister, Sister
I've never had sisters like this. I'm 7 and 10 years older than my sisters, so I was more of a mom anyway. It's fun to see them grow up, and I love them dearly. I feel so lucky to have two more to love.
Last night the sisters came over to share in domestication. We made banana bread and told boy stories.
These crazy redheads make me smile.
One is into everything active, be it cycling, horse back riding, swimming, running, cliff diving or free falling. Talk about sucking the marrow of life out of a crazy straw, a crazy straw with a parachute. I liked her instantly. I remember the first time I met her, mando player and I were not even dating yet. He was over, and she came boundingg in the door and down the stairs to pick up her beloved brother for an afternoon of finals free skiing. It was insta friend, and from then on we called each other sister, even when things were a little shaky with her brother and I. She makes you feel good about yourself, so quickly. Why? Because she's good. Always thinking about someone else, quietly running service organizations and leaving goodies on random doorsteps. I aspire to be more like her when I grow up. Her papers are in and it's a strange thing to watch, knowing it was a goal I postponed for a few family raising years. She also studies hard, another thing i'll do when i grow up :) She just glowes, beauty, true beauty. She's studying to become a nurse, like the one she was named for, her kindness and goodness is perfect for the profession, and her crazy energy will have all the patients smiling. I love that girl. All smiles, that's her.
And two. It took me longer to get to know her, she's gorgeous, I mean really, red hair never looked so good, and her man knows it. And no that's not mando player, although at first glance you might wonder:) Its something I love about this crazy family, they love each other, sibling ties will keep that family going through any storm. Two works in flower shops, aces math tests, and makes us all laugh with her ridiculous stories of tu-tu wearing zombies, and ice skating heroics.
We bonded getting ready one morning, lamenting the ever present, and ever ridiculous pressure to get ready, showering happens of necessity, and it is postponed when ever possible, simplify, that's our creed. I was glad to have a crime in hygiene. It's just easier to add more bobbypins and spray grapefruity-licious-smell-good-stuff. She pulls off short hats better than anyone I know, and honestly could do anything she wanted. She's not afraid to be herself, and I love that, and she has a deep sense of loyalty. You can see it in the way she loves, the way she finds good in those she's around. I feel better being around her. She makes me smile too.
Luv Luv Luv. Sisters. who knew it could get this good?
Last night the sisters came over to share in domestication. We made banana bread and told boy stories.
These crazy redheads make me smile.
One is into everything active, be it cycling, horse back riding, swimming, running, cliff diving or free falling. Talk about sucking the marrow of life out of a crazy straw, a crazy straw with a parachute. I liked her instantly. I remember the first time I met her, mando player and I were not even dating yet. He was over, and she came boundingg in the door and down the stairs to pick up her beloved brother for an afternoon of finals free skiing. It was insta friend, and from then on we called each other sister, even when things were a little shaky with her brother and I. She makes you feel good about yourself, so quickly. Why? Because she's good. Always thinking about someone else, quietly running service organizations and leaving goodies on random doorsteps. I aspire to be more like her when I grow up. Her papers are in and it's a strange thing to watch, knowing it was a goal I postponed for a few family raising years. She also studies hard, another thing i'll do when i grow up :) She just glowes, beauty, true beauty. She's studying to become a nurse, like the one she was named for, her kindness and goodness is perfect for the profession, and her crazy energy will have all the patients smiling. I love that girl. All smiles, that's her.
And two. It took me longer to get to know her, she's gorgeous, I mean really, red hair never looked so good, and her man knows it. And no that's not mando player, although at first glance you might wonder:) Its something I love about this crazy family, they love each other, sibling ties will keep that family going through any storm. Two works in flower shops, aces math tests, and makes us all laugh with her ridiculous stories of tu-tu wearing zombies, and ice skating heroics.
We bonded getting ready one morning, lamenting the ever present, and ever ridiculous pressure to get ready, showering happens of necessity, and it is postponed when ever possible, simplify, that's our creed. I was glad to have a crime in hygiene. It's just easier to add more bobbypins and spray grapefruity-licious-smell-good-stuff. She pulls off short hats better than anyone I know, and honestly could do anything she wanted. She's not afraid to be herself, and I love that, and she has a deep sense of loyalty. You can see it in the way she loves, the way she finds good in those she's around. I feel better being around her. She makes me smile too.Luv Luv Luv. Sisters. who knew it could get this good?
Test Tasters.
Don't let your brain fix the title. It's not about taste testing, not about Mexican tortilla test tasters, although that did contribute to the general thought provoked day.
Jim Hiebert, from the University of Delaware, will speak on "The Constantly Underestimated Challenge of Improving Mathematics Instruction." went to this today. was depressed just like he said I might be. because I've been taught for 16 years how to teach math, and there's a system in place, and unless I'm completely dedicated to pushing back against a system, I somehow feel I'll never 'make a difference' or at least that what I do for a few years in a geometry class room won't really influence america's math education ratings when compared to Hungry (I've been there by the way.)
Never make a difference. I've been tasting tests all of my life, and generally they are like spinach. I see the good in them as I've gotten older, and I like them, or have learned to tolerate and do well.
I ate a spinach salad today. And that blasted nutrition shoulder angel came out to play, thank you mando player. Suddenly spinach is only good if it was fortified in the right soil, magnesium may or may not be in my digestive system, only a farmer from some lower minimum wage country knows, or could know and probably doesn't care.
My thoughts were elevated, literally as I spiraled the stairs to see the new church education exhibit. "Joseph, God's Student" caught my eye. And I began to wonder about the perfect teachers.
Teachers who give tests, but not the same ones, teachers who care about they're students, intimately and who love them. Teachers who give extra credit, bonus points, who judge with fairness, and who also show mercy. Two exemplary teachers, who never give up.
This world is not perfect, and my math classroom is bound to have problems. I've gone through ups and down lately, wondering if I'll really love it, or have the 'fire' she told me it will take. I worry, and it doesn't help.
He's excited for boys state, another blog entirely, but it reminder me of her. Taking 18 credits, in the honors program, all smiles and all A's, and I asked her what in the world she would do with her life.
"I'm going to be the most well-rounded, highly educated mom out there."
to a list of girls I looked up to, who added "and be a mom" to their already impressive list of aspirations, she quickly jumped to the top.
I'm idealistic today, but I might as well try.
Jim Hiebert, from the University of Delaware, will speak on "The Constantly Underestimated Challenge of Improving Mathematics Instruction." went to this today. was depressed just like he said I might be. because I've been taught for 16 years how to teach math, and there's a system in place, and unless I'm completely dedicated to pushing back against a system, I somehow feel I'll never 'make a difference' or at least that what I do for a few years in a geometry class room won't really influence america's math education ratings when compared to Hungry (I've been there by the way.)
Never make a difference. I've been tasting tests all of my life, and generally they are like spinach. I see the good in them as I've gotten older, and I like them, or have learned to tolerate and do well.
I ate a spinach salad today. And that blasted nutrition shoulder angel came out to play, thank you mando player. Suddenly spinach is only good if it was fortified in the right soil, magnesium may or may not be in my digestive system, only a farmer from some lower minimum wage country knows, or could know and probably doesn't care.
My thoughts were elevated, literally as I spiraled the stairs to see the new church education exhibit. "Joseph, God's Student" caught my eye. And I began to wonder about the perfect teachers.
Teachers who give tests, but not the same ones, teachers who care about they're students, intimately and who love them. Teachers who give extra credit, bonus points, who judge with fairness, and who also show mercy. Two exemplary teachers, who never give up.
This world is not perfect, and my math classroom is bound to have problems. I've gone through ups and down lately, wondering if I'll really love it, or have the 'fire' she told me it will take. I worry, and it doesn't help.
He's excited for boys state, another blog entirely, but it reminder me of her. Taking 18 credits, in the honors program, all smiles and all A's, and I asked her what in the world she would do with her life.
"I'm going to be the most well-rounded, highly educated mom out there."
to a list of girls I looked up to, who added "and be a mom" to their already impressive list of aspirations, she quickly jumped to the top.
I'm idealistic today, but I might as well try.
11.06.2008
booking my face
I'm turning myself in. NO cuff's needed, I'll come quietly. snap the mug shots. I'm done. Done with facebook that is, and wasting time. I here pledge to spend facebooking time on this blog. promise.
9.24.2008
Raindrips through sunshine. How.
I've got a golden ticket, and I flet like singing. Well its not actually gold, but there's a gold inscription that means everything to me.
He talked for over an hour, and I was surprised at the change in my attitude. I wanted in and out, homework was desperate for attention, and my body and mind tired mid-week. I wondered why he didn't seem rushed, when this appointment was next to impossible to schedule in the first place.
He talked for over an hour, and in the course of that hour I was left with little stories to delve into again and again, little life lessons that will filter accross my memory at some later date, to teach me of truth that I need to understand in that moment. He was in tune, and knew how to calm me, to teach and even console me.
Then T said something, and it was an answer to the poetic mess my mind had created. So many stories, people and their love for me coming together. So many questions still, but so much peace.
I have a piece of paper that means everything to me. I will find answers, I will find joy, and even more peace. I am not afraid, I do not question, I will listen and be taught, obey with exactness and watch the heavens unfold.
He talked for over an hour, and I was surprised at the change in my attitude. I wanted in and out, homework was desperate for attention, and my body and mind tired mid-week. I wondered why he didn't seem rushed, when this appointment was next to impossible to schedule in the first place.
He talked for over an hour, and in the course of that hour I was left with little stories to delve into again and again, little life lessons that will filter accross my memory at some later date, to teach me of truth that I need to understand in that moment. He was in tune, and knew how to calm me, to teach and even console me.
Then T said something, and it was an answer to the poetic mess my mind had created. So many stories, people and their love for me coming together. So many questions still, but so much peace.
I have a piece of paper that means everything to me. I will find answers, I will find joy, and even more peace. I am not afraid, I do not question, I will listen and be taught, obey with exactness and watch the heavens unfold.
9.18.2008
a dancers lament
stage make-up. hate it. In the words of a theatre ballerina, while taking off fake eylashes... "why again did I decide to dance? Why not trak? Then I could have looked ugly, and mascara wouldn't be neccessary!"
She took the words right out of my mouth. truth and light, truth and light.
And as if scrubbing my face raw every night wasn't bad enough, Edwin request that are hair be 'fluffy and curled' for the israeli dance. It used to be that slickng your hair back in an effortless, nasty, bun made up for the blush and eyshadow drama. Put enough gel in and the hair style will hold for two, maybe even three shows. huzzah.
but not this time. 5 shows + a dress rehearsal = 6 showers and blowdryer expeditions.
and then I saw this, and I was intrigued. Its called Dry Shampoo. no shower needed. love love love.
She took the words right out of my mouth. truth and light, truth and light.
And as if scrubbing my face raw every night wasn't bad enough, Edwin request that are hair be 'fluffy and curled' for the israeli dance. It used to be that slickng your hair back in an effortless, nasty, bun made up for the blush and eyshadow drama. Put enough gel in and the hair style will hold for two, maybe even three shows. huzzah.
but not this time. 5 shows + a dress rehearsal = 6 showers and blowdryer expeditions.
and then I saw this, and I was intrigued. Its called Dry Shampoo. no shower needed. love love love.
9.17.2008
because I forgot?!
9.15.2008
the awkward ballerina
so here's the thing. I took ballet, for 4 years... IN ELEMENTARY. and now I'm leaping across the stage with 5 other "real" dancers, 2 of them trained ballerinas. boo.
World of Dance is becoming my world for the next 6 nights, tonight's opener rehearsal was an added 'bonus' I didn't know about. Mr. Edwin G himself asked me at 5:45 if I could be at the DeJong at 6. again boo.
Turns out the opener was really a swap meet of dancing, the idea is great, modern doing cougarette jazz, ballerina's shaking their hips in ballroom fashion, and folk dancers making fools of themselves for trying to copy anything that uses upper body at all.
no, I should give us more respect, at least we have matty, he can dance better than any girl out there, most of the cougarettes included.
Folk dance, by definition, is hoping and skipping in various forms, and while its not given the credit it deserves, and can be extremely technical in its own right (Irish, clog....) Its just not a genera that melds to others, rather Folk Dancers don't leap, or cha cha. well, maybe some do. But I sure don't.
Pray for my cute legs, that they might break the 40 degree mark, pray that I don't awkwardly trip and fall as I leap with the ballerinas.
World of Dance is becoming my world for the next 6 nights, tonight's opener rehearsal was an added 'bonus' I didn't know about. Mr. Edwin G himself asked me at 5:45 if I could be at the DeJong at 6. again boo.
Turns out the opener was really a swap meet of dancing, the idea is great, modern doing cougarette jazz, ballerina's shaking their hips in ballroom fashion, and folk dancers making fools of themselves for trying to copy anything that uses upper body at all.
no, I should give us more respect, at least we have matty, he can dance better than any girl out there, most of the cougarettes included.
Folk dance, by definition, is hoping and skipping in various forms, and while its not given the credit it deserves, and can be extremely technical in its own right (Irish, clog....) Its just not a genera that melds to others, rather Folk Dancers don't leap, or cha cha. well, maybe some do. But I sure don't.
Pray for my cute legs, that they might break the 40 degree mark, pray that I don't awkwardly trip and fall as I leap with the ballerinas.
deadline weekend
I finally feel settled, the flowers are ordered, the cake has been chosen and the invitations are done!!! (well there are still a few stragglers, but basically) Saturday we chose music, finished choosing our pictures and met our awkward, but somehow lovable videographer for an interview. The Brown vs. Black tux battle has yet to break, but I'm confident that won't be too tragic, assuming I win of course :)
now what is left....
nothing, I can't think of anything....
oh wait.
his ring.
fine, I'm not done. boo.
ALSO... how in the world did we actually run out of invitations?! We shouldn't know that many people. I blame face book.
now what is left....
nothing, I can't think of anything....
oh wait.
his ring.
fine, I'm not done. boo.
ALSO... how in the world did we actually run out of invitations?! We shouldn't know that many people. I blame face book.
9.04.2008
guilt
professor leatham talked about web presence, and journal guilt. An old friend named blog turned in its grave. I'm back, with lots of new thoughts, and a new busy schedule to weave blogging time into. but i want to write.
sorry Europe, you'll live on in a black and white memory, handwritten, and tucked away with the piles of journals that previously filled my guilt.
now for streams of conscience entitled, rain filled sunshine, God's characteristics, and the absolute infinity of primes.
sorry Europe, you'll live on in a black and white memory, handwritten, and tucked away with the piles of journals that previously filled my guilt.
now for streams of conscience entitled, rain filled sunshine, God's characteristics, and the absolute infinity of primes.
7.11.2008
Bratislava Slovakia
highlights...
-first fireside ever in slovakia
-the french horn during one of our songs
-2 euro's worth of ice cream, and wink at the vendor to add another scoop ;)
-daisy chains at the castle
-skinny dipping at the lake behind our hotel (it wasn't me!!)
vienna.
we were only here for two hours. beetoven's house was closed for those exact two hours. lame. but we got our heads in, and yes, there was a piano.
because a picture is worth a thousand words, and I only have time for fifteen.
Budapest...
a few videos.
1. running in the rain from our show back to the hotel.
2. Hero Square on May 1
Vienna... is coming.
4.18.2008
heard in the herold
-I just don't care anymore, I know I should, but I don't
-why 7am, why?!?
-Some people just aesthetically please me.
-Hey its dan it's stan the man so here's the plan....
-I'm like my biggest fan. go me.
-why 7am, why?!?
-Some people just aesthetically please me.
-Hey its dan it's stan the man so here's the plan....
-I'm like my biggest fan. go me.
4.05.2008
innocent intrusion
I'm not quite sure why it happened, but it happened to me. Here it sat waiting for me all day, when upon one click I stepped accidentally into this wonderful world of only one author...and now there are two. When I could have "hidden your shoes" so to speak, I decided instead to leave a gold coin for you to find next time you slipped them on.
Dear Author,
There are times when it is good to be reminded of the things you hope are true. Here are some I have noticed in you, as a friend:
I noticed your smile makes mine bigger, that your laugh does too. I noticed that you mean it, and how much better it is when you do. I noticed that you care, about everyone...not just me. I noticed that you love to learn, that you find meaning where others never looked, that you try new things even if you're afraid.
There are some people that can't get enough of you. You choose the right, and fix it when you chose wrong. You take care of what you have, and make the best of it all. You're not in a hurry, but you're not messing around. You deserve flowers. You see the greener side, and when I'm on your shoulders, I can see it too. You work hard. Really hard. You are worth knowing, and cherishing. You are beautiful.
just a small way to say thanks for being you.
- a friend
Dear Author,
There are times when it is good to be reminded of the things you hope are true. Here are some I have noticed in you, as a friend:
I noticed your smile makes mine bigger, that your laugh does too. I noticed that you mean it, and how much better it is when you do. I noticed that you care, about everyone...not just me. I noticed that you love to learn, that you find meaning where others never looked, that you try new things even if you're afraid.
There are some people that can't get enough of you. You choose the right, and fix it when you chose wrong. You take care of what you have, and make the best of it all. You're not in a hurry, but you're not messing around. You deserve flowers. You see the greener side, and when I'm on your shoulders, I can see it too. You work hard. Really hard. You are worth knowing, and cherishing. You are beautiful.
just a small way to say thanks for being you.
- a friend
4.02.2008
for paige
I traversed the freeways with Michelle today and found myself at an opposite campus. oh the u. confession: I secretly want to go to the U for a semester and live in salt lake and take in that city.
My beautiful and classy mom was asked to speak in women's conference this year. Today was her 'test' run as she presented her talk to an institute class.
I love her, I love her poise, her spirit, and her beautiful words spoken from a mother who knows God. I loved her thought on motherhood, and its divine role in all of our lives.
As a part of her talk she quoted an entry form my journal. I was fifteen, and I'd forgotten how I really do feel about motherhood. I was reminded today, and I was grateful.
August 24, 2002
Do you ever have so many dreams and expectations that 'just being a mom' doesn't' seem quite good enough? I know, I know. Being a Mom is the most important thing a woman can do. It is a noble and righteous calling.
But what about Joan of Arch, Madam Curie, Helen Keller, or Eleanor Roosevelt? I've always wanted to be more... important because I stand up and stand out in the world. I wan t to be more.
They say the sky is the limit, so naturally, I want the stars.
When people say 'what will you be when you grow up?' I used to answer a dancer, a soccer player. Now I answer an architect and a pediatrician. I want to work for the CIA or FBI. I'm going to be an astronaut, and I'm going to be a world famous ambassador who has the gift of tongues and can help solve problems with her vast knowledge.
I want to be wise and smart, but playful and fun. I want to go beyond the limits - set new expectations. I want to invent a cure for cancer, patch the hole in the ozone layer, talk to dolphins, discover the mysteries of the rain forest. Then I'll be the first woman on Mars, and invent the rocket that gets us there. I'll work for NASA, I'll be in the government, first woman president. Then I'll go perform on Broadway.I'll help the orphans in Africa, find a cure for leprosy, I'll help the kids with cleft lips in Asia and then... then I will learn to fly - fly with the birds, fly with the wind on my own power.
If the sky is the limit, I want the stars.
I will be quoted like president Hinkley and I'll stand up for my country like Joan of Arch. I'll score the winning goal in the World Cup finals. I will do great. I will be great.
And when I've done all that there will be only one thing greater, to be a God. and the only way to do that will be to follow Heavenly Fathers plan, which means I will be a Mom.
I guess He must know best, He is God. So I won't just be a Mom, I'll be a Heavenly Mother in Training.
So all this time, when I've though about reaching for the stars, well now the plan is to be the one who creates those stars.
Erin
My beautiful and classy mom was asked to speak in women's conference this year. Today was her 'test' run as she presented her talk to an institute class.
I love her, I love her poise, her spirit, and her beautiful words spoken from a mother who knows God. I loved her thought on motherhood, and its divine role in all of our lives.
As a part of her talk she quoted an entry form my journal. I was fifteen, and I'd forgotten how I really do feel about motherhood. I was reminded today, and I was grateful.
August 24, 2002
Do you ever have so many dreams and expectations that 'just being a mom' doesn't' seem quite good enough? I know, I know. Being a Mom is the most important thing a woman can do. It is a noble and righteous calling.
But what about Joan of Arch, Madam Curie, Helen Keller, or Eleanor Roosevelt? I've always wanted to be more... important because I stand up and stand out in the world. I wan t to be more.
They say the sky is the limit, so naturally, I want the stars.
When people say 'what will you be when you grow up?' I used to answer a dancer, a soccer player. Now I answer an architect and a pediatrician. I want to work for the CIA or FBI. I'm going to be an astronaut, and I'm going to be a world famous ambassador who has the gift of tongues and can help solve problems with her vast knowledge.
I want to be wise and smart, but playful and fun. I want to go beyond the limits - set new expectations. I want to invent a cure for cancer, patch the hole in the ozone layer, talk to dolphins, discover the mysteries of the rain forest. Then I'll be the first woman on Mars, and invent the rocket that gets us there. I'll work for NASA, I'll be in the government, first woman president. Then I'll go perform on Broadway.I'll help the orphans in Africa, find a cure for leprosy, I'll help the kids with cleft lips in Asia and then... then I will learn to fly - fly with the birds, fly with the wind on my own power.
If the sky is the limit, I want the stars.
I will be quoted like president Hinkley and I'll stand up for my country like Joan of Arch. I'll score the winning goal in the World Cup finals. I will do great. I will be great.
And when I've done all that there will be only one thing greater, to be a God. and the only way to do that will be to follow Heavenly Fathers plan, which means I will be a Mom.
I guess He must know best, He is God. So I won't just be a Mom, I'll be a Heavenly Mother in Training.
So all this time, when I've though about reaching for the stars, well now the plan is to be the one who creates those stars.
Erin
3.29.2008
Do something that scares you every day... and smile about it.
I did another scary thing. I sang. And it was recorded. And it actually didn't sound so bad. Thanks mando player :)
3.25.2008
string theorists and sharp copiers
The artist sister is wowed by life. I like that.
I like that I'm easily entertained by simple things, like pink milk and flexi straws.
Artist sister is wowed by the sharp copier at work, it can staple, sort, punch holes, send images as emails, and copy.
We were all wowed by string theory.
The majority of the office went to the forum today, and couldn't stop talking about what they heard.... all this coming from theatre and media arts enthusiasts who freak out about the numbers they have to assign to the pages of a syllabus. Seriously, Swenson asks for help every time. Numbers scare her. So how was this physics/mathematics genious reaching out to the masses and generating this spark plug effect in everyone's mind? Well maybe it wasn't everyone, but it sure sent me thinking.
All I've wanted to do since noon is sit and think and write and read. Instead I had to go to school. It was the ultimate illustration of Mark Twains famous creed, "do not let school get in the way of your education." Education at its best would be students reading, discussing and thinking, motivated purely by the education itself, and not the grade, and as Dr. Math/History pointed out so poignantly yesterday, GPA's are bogus anyway... yet we still conform. Bah, and apparently I'm seeking out a profession that traps me in the 'educational' system forever. To reform? To deal with? Who knows.
ANYWAY.......
The elegant universe.
His words got me thinking. So many thoughts today, buzzing around in my head, some landing long enough for my vision to focus and glean something small, before they'd fly off again. Some thoughts connected and seemed to buzz at a similar frequency as the thoughts previous, but most just sped around in a jumbled array of chaos.
I have in my head an image of a model of quarks, the quantum mechanics model of the universe, where position and motion affect each other inversely, and disarray reigns. It matches the image of my ideas, and the concept of mortals and their seemingly frantic and conflicted existence.
Like the juxtaposition of Einsteins model of the universe, and the quantum theories that rule the microscopic, our own vision and understanding opposes the calm, wide and deep vision of an all knowing all comprehending Father.
If we could pull ourselves up, elevated to a transcendent state, we could 'stretch' the turbulent tumultuous events in our short lives, and see them as small pieces in an infinite puzzle that builds a divine eternity. If we could share the perspective of the Creator at all times, we might understand our existence as Einstein explained planetary movement, like a gentle geometry, complex yet constant, calm, converging to truth.
But I can't. I must settle for these glimpses of light, when the confusion and buzzing settles enough for my vision to grasp divinity.
I like that I'm easily entertained by simple things, like pink milk and flexi straws.
Artist sister is wowed by the sharp copier at work, it can staple, sort, punch holes, send images as emails, and copy.
We were all wowed by string theory.
The majority of the office went to the forum today, and couldn't stop talking about what they heard.... all this coming from theatre and media arts enthusiasts who freak out about the numbers they have to assign to the pages of a syllabus. Seriously, Swenson asks for help every time. Numbers scare her. So how was this physics/mathematics genious reaching out to the masses and generating this spark plug effect in everyone's mind? Well maybe it wasn't everyone, but it sure sent me thinking.
All I've wanted to do since noon is sit and think and write and read. Instead I had to go to school. It was the ultimate illustration of Mark Twains famous creed, "do not let school get in the way of your education." Education at its best would be students reading, discussing and thinking, motivated purely by the education itself, and not the grade, and as Dr. Math/History pointed out so poignantly yesterday, GPA's are bogus anyway... yet we still conform. Bah, and apparently I'm seeking out a profession that traps me in the 'educational' system forever. To reform? To deal with? Who knows.
ANYWAY.......
The elegant universe.
His words got me thinking. So many thoughts today, buzzing around in my head, some landing long enough for my vision to focus and glean something small, before they'd fly off again. Some thoughts connected and seemed to buzz at a similar frequency as the thoughts previous, but most just sped around in a jumbled array of chaos.
I have in my head an image of a model of quarks, the quantum mechanics model of the universe, where position and motion affect each other inversely, and disarray reigns. It matches the image of my ideas, and the concept of mortals and their seemingly frantic and conflicted existence.
Like the juxtaposition of Einsteins model of the universe, and the quantum theories that rule the microscopic, our own vision and understanding opposes the calm, wide and deep vision of an all knowing all comprehending Father.
If we could pull ourselves up, elevated to a transcendent state, we could 'stretch' the turbulent tumultuous events in our short lives, and see them as small pieces in an infinite puzzle that builds a divine eternity. If we could share the perspective of the Creator at all times, we might understand our existence as Einstein explained planetary movement, like a gentle geometry, complex yet constant, calm, converging to truth.
But I can't. I must settle for these glimpses of light, when the confusion and buzzing settles enough for my vision to grasp divinity.
Jack's Back!!!
Jack is no longer Jacked. Yay.
So here's the thing; I'd like to consider myself a responsible person, at least somewhat. I did find a godfather for jack, who brought him back to life, not once, but twice.. and then it was winter, and I left Jack in the snow, and I forgot all about him.
It was warm, really warm. Its that cruel Utah air that turns the world pleasant for a few days before dumping an April snow. Those pseudo spring days make the roommate suggest crazy things like rock climbing and tanning. And I should be responsible, so I don't go to class, and I forget about homework, and I rekindle a relationship with a long lost friend. Responsible.
That day I washed him, and took him to his 'check up'.... and also got checked out myself I'll have you know. It's like those Jiffy Lube guys haven't seen a girl in nine years (and probably haven't washed their greasy grimmy hands in that long either.) Then I filled out his birth certificate paperwork and Jack became a legal citizen.
We've been cruising provo together, creating new memories and bonding like we never have before.
We've been cruising provo together, creating new memories and bonding like we never have before.
I'm such a good mom.
the 'godfather' was proud. He even came over for Jack's ceremonial christening. He's official now,
licence plate and everything. Huzzah.
licence plate and everything. Huzzah.
3.21.2008
post script on happiness
found this today...
"Before, I used to know all the answers. And all of a sudden, life becomes very important. Each day needs to be a good day. Like Elder Nelson says, 'Joy in the morning.' Every day I wake up, and I have joy. And boy is that person in trouble that takes it away!" she laughs. "You have to choose to be happy. And so I learned a whole bunch about happiness." -Susan Easton Black
"Before, I used to know all the answers. And all of a sudden, life becomes very important. Each day needs to be a good day. Like Elder Nelson says, 'Joy in the morning.' Every day I wake up, and I have joy. And boy is that person in trouble that takes it away!" she laughs. "You have to choose to be happy. And so I learned a whole bunch about happiness." -Susan Easton Black
a matter of choice
mando player and I were talking about happiness tonight, the idea, the details, the choice, or the involuntary state of being. It seems like like such and easy thought, happy. It's simple... right?
Or is it.
Happiness is...
-finishing a test you've studied your heart out for, regardless of outcome
-finding an Easter basket form your sweet mother at home when you get there
-having a little brother who texts you for your advice, a lot.
-finding a packet of oatmeal in you backpack that can provide sustenance
-having a roommate who cares about where you are, and what you're doing
- starting up the motorcycle on a morning that's warm enough to let you enjoy it...with someone else if you're lucky
-sleeping in and waking to rainy clouds that hug the mountains and shrink the world, nesting it in a safe haven that catches all of you warm, unabashed thoughts as they float lazily and dreamily through your half conscious and sleepy mind
-finding time to read your scriptures, knowing that they are more important in the long run than any math assignment
-seeing an old friend and remembering their dogs name
-being complimented by a classmate on a presentation you spent hours on, and one you weren't that confident of
-finding a surprise text message
-singing a song, loudly, and secretly hoping someone heard you
-dancing in the moonlight, or sunlight, or no light at all.
I was happy this week. I decided to be. In three of the past four nights I found my bed after 2am. I've had projects, and test, and other crazy time sucking demands in my life. I decided Monday that rather than have a week of stress that weighed me down, I would have a week of adventure, and I challenged myself to keep a positive attitude and a smile on my face through it all.
I did it.
It's been a grand adventure, and as I relayed the weeks event to my classy and beautiful mother, she asked me why I was happy, and why I was still awake.
It was a choice, but during so many parts of my week the happiness felt involuntary. I wonder how much one effects the other, the choice and the surmounting, seemingly choice-less happiness.
A wise girl once reminded me of a commandment we often over look. Be cheerful. Decide for that to be a part of you who are. Or fake it till you make it. Its surprising how far a little acting can go.
Men are that they might have joy. We are here to find happiness. Happiness is aligning your own will with that of a higher power.
"when I obey, I'm happy all day" my great aunt brainwashed me with this trite phrase when I was a young 'sponge' soaking in anything and everything. When I make a choice, I find myself happier. When I choose to be happy, happiness finds me, and I am swept away involuntarily into a world of better, and good, joy and happiness.
Is it really that simple? Do people make me happy? Do certain people make me happy? My initial answer is yes, yes of course. I wonder still how much that happiness, even the happiness evoked from anther's presence, is still a part of our choice, conscious or not.
I wonder, and I think, I pause and I stop. All I know is that I am happy. And I choose to stay that way for a while.
Or is it.
Happiness is...
-finishing a test you've studied your heart out for, regardless of outcome
-finding an Easter basket form your sweet mother at home when you get there
-having a little brother who texts you for your advice, a lot.
-finding a packet of oatmeal in you backpack that can provide sustenance
-having a roommate who cares about where you are, and what you're doing
- starting up the motorcycle on a morning that's warm enough to let you enjoy it...with someone else if you're lucky
-sleeping in and waking to rainy clouds that hug the mountains and shrink the world, nesting it in a safe haven that catches all of you warm, unabashed thoughts as they float lazily and dreamily through your half conscious and sleepy mind
-finding time to read your scriptures, knowing that they are more important in the long run than any math assignment
-seeing an old friend and remembering their dogs name
-being complimented by a classmate on a presentation you spent hours on, and one you weren't that confident of
-finding a surprise text message
-singing a song, loudly, and secretly hoping someone heard you
-dancing in the moonlight, or sunlight, or no light at all.
I was happy this week. I decided to be. In three of the past four nights I found my bed after 2am. I've had projects, and test, and other crazy time sucking demands in my life. I decided Monday that rather than have a week of stress that weighed me down, I would have a week of adventure, and I challenged myself to keep a positive attitude and a smile on my face through it all.
I did it.
It's been a grand adventure, and as I relayed the weeks event to my classy and beautiful mother, she asked me why I was happy, and why I was still awake.
It was a choice, but during so many parts of my week the happiness felt involuntary. I wonder how much one effects the other, the choice and the surmounting, seemingly choice-less happiness.
A wise girl once reminded me of a commandment we often over look. Be cheerful. Decide for that to be a part of you who are. Or fake it till you make it. Its surprising how far a little acting can go.
Men are that they might have joy. We are here to find happiness. Happiness is aligning your own will with that of a higher power.
"when I obey, I'm happy all day" my great aunt brainwashed me with this trite phrase when I was a young 'sponge' soaking in anything and everything. When I make a choice, I find myself happier. When I choose to be happy, happiness finds me, and I am swept away involuntarily into a world of better, and good, joy and happiness.
Is it really that simple? Do people make me happy? Do certain people make me happy? My initial answer is yes, yes of course. I wonder still how much that happiness, even the happiness evoked from anther's presence, is still a part of our choice, conscious or not.
I wonder, and I think, I pause and I stop. All I know is that I am happy. And I choose to stay that way for a while.
3.18.2008
engineered by dr. sues, illustrated by eric carl... again
Do you have five minutes? Search for an email that you wrote one year ago on this day exactly. You might be surprised.
"I was searching for some legal... and cohesive way to write you this week. I think I've done this begin-with-lyrics-and-trail-to-the-life-story thing before, but with the new shins cd, and the brilliant concert still ringing in my ears, I thought it all too fitting to at least tempt you with the first few words in their wondrous compositions... so
track 1. sleeping lessons ...and flow eviscerate your fragile frame and spill it out on the ragged floor a thousand different versions of yourself.... so wow, good lines huh? basically this could be taken ridiculously deep and applied to ......versions of erin before and after college. but instead (because my writing skills can't organize those thoughts) I shall tell you about another image conjured in my head from said lines. dancing. oh but not just any dancing, crazy, unabashed, free of form and critique movement. Basically the cute girls across the street had a dance party. really it was just another excuse for the 6 of us to listen to good music and completely vent through movement.....
track 5. sealegs ...but we got sealegs and we're off tonight they can't have that to which they've no right you belong to a simpler time I'm a victim to the impact of these words and this rhyme... Well I'm sure james mercer was talking about something else, but I was thinking about the impact of written words, your words particularly, and the impact they have on me. Victim may have the some wrong connotations, but the whole involuntary aspect of victim may ring true. I was discussing with a friend semi-recently about the love languages. have you heard of them? there are 5 main love languages.. quality time, actions, gifts, touch, and words of affirmation. According to the theory we all accept or understand love shown in all of these forms, but we have a main form, and when that is in check we respond to the other languages even better. I have discovered my main language, if i were to have one, is words of affirmation. spoken, but even more so written. I guess I'm lucky thats how I've been connected to you for the past 20 months, letters. and incredibly lucky you've been so diligent in writing. I received a letter a few days ago, and fell victim to the words......... in your letter, yes i remember the kings of convenience song, actually i think its become my theme song, and michelle will testify how I can't sit still when it comes on. I adore it. .
Track 11. a comet appears ...close your eyes to corral a virtue, is this fooling anyone else, never worked so long and hard to cement a failure... ok, just focus on the word corral. and then think equestrian. basically i really wanted to tell you about my presidents day adventure, and i needed a word to tie in horseback riding... bu the lyrics deserve dissecting later. so riding.. Michelle and i went out for a few hours, guided by a friend who owns the beautiful animals. IT was beautiful.. It had snowed a ton the night before and was still snowing as we saddled up the horses. The canyon was loaded with snow frosted trees, their branches creating an intricately laced pattern of white against the dusty blue background of sky.....
love erin
p.s. if there was time i'd expound, but there isn't. I had to send you these lyrical lines anyway, and while I'm sure you don't have time to dissect them either, maybe you can read a few before you sleep to help direct your dreams.
...the lonely are such delicate things, the wind from a wasp could blow them into the sea with stones on their feet lost to the light and the loving we need...
...you can fake it for a while, bite your tongue and smile, like every mother does her ugly child...
...Of all the churning random hearts under the sun, eventually fading into night, these two are opening now......its like I'm perched on the handlebars of a blindman's bike, no straws to grab just the rushing wind....you made it through the direst of straits all right can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting, you haven't changed an ounce in my eyes and I can not lecture you, and does anything I say seem relevant at all?...
"I was searching for some legal... and cohesive way to write you this week. I think I've done this begin-with-lyrics-and-trail-to-the-life-story thing before, but with the new shins cd, and the brilliant concert still ringing in my ears, I thought it all too fitting to at least tempt you with the first few words in their wondrous compositions... so
track 1. sleeping lessons ...and flow eviscerate your fragile frame and spill it out on the ragged floor a thousand different versions of yourself.... so wow, good lines huh? basically this could be taken ridiculously deep and applied to ......versions of erin before and after college. but instead (because my writing skills can't organize those thoughts) I shall tell you about another image conjured in my head from said lines. dancing. oh but not just any dancing, crazy, unabashed, free of form and critique movement. Basically the cute girls across the street had a dance party. really it was just another excuse for the 6 of us to listen to good music and completely vent through movement.....
track 5. sealegs ...but we got sealegs and we're off tonight they can't have that to which they've no right you belong to a simpler time I'm a victim to the impact of these words and this rhyme... Well I'm sure james mercer was talking about something else, but I was thinking about the impact of written words, your words particularly, and the impact they have on me. Victim may have the some wrong connotations, but the whole involuntary aspect of victim may ring true. I was discussing with a friend semi-recently about the love languages. have you heard of them? there are 5 main love languages.. quality time, actions, gifts, touch, and words of affirmation. According to the theory we all accept or understand love shown in all of these forms, but we have a main form, and when that is in check we respond to the other languages even better. I have discovered my main language, if i were to have one, is words of affirmation. spoken, but even more so written. I guess I'm lucky thats how I've been connected to you for the past 20 months, letters. and incredibly lucky you've been so diligent in writing. I received a letter a few days ago, and fell victim to the words......... in your letter, yes i remember the kings of convenience song, actually i think its become my theme song, and michelle will testify how I can't sit still when it comes on. I adore it. .
Track 11. a comet appears ...close your eyes to corral a virtue, is this fooling anyone else, never worked so long and hard to cement a failure... ok, just focus on the word corral. and then think equestrian. basically i really wanted to tell you about my presidents day adventure, and i needed a word to tie in horseback riding... bu the lyrics deserve dissecting later. so riding.. Michelle and i went out for a few hours, guided by a friend who owns the beautiful animals. IT was beautiful.. It had snowed a ton the night before and was still snowing as we saddled up the horses. The canyon was loaded with snow frosted trees, their branches creating an intricately laced pattern of white against the dusty blue background of sky.....
love erin
p.s. if there was time i'd expound, but there isn't. I had to send you these lyrical lines anyway, and while I'm sure you don't have time to dissect them either, maybe you can read a few before you sleep to help direct your dreams.
...the lonely are such delicate things, the wind from a wasp could blow them into the sea with stones on their feet lost to the light and the loving we need...
...you can fake it for a while, bite your tongue and smile, like every mother does her ugly child...
...Of all the churning random hearts under the sun, eventually fading into night, these two are opening now......its like I'm perched on the handlebars of a blindman's bike, no straws to grab just the rushing wind....you made it through the direst of straits all right can you help it if plain love now seems less interesting, you haven't changed an ounce in my eyes and I can not lecture you, and does anything I say seem relevant at all?...
3.13.2008
chayote
The check out man at macy's calls it coyote (he was super fast at the check out process btw.) Its green. It's gown in costa rica, and smells
kinda like a cucumber. Also it is supposed to have regenerative properties, hence this picture. Wikapedai told us so Cucumbers are a lot less cumbersome though. ha ha. Basically Roommate and I had wonder moment today, for the price of fifty cents! We were at good old Macy's, buying grocery's for the first time since we'd been back from tour (that was 2 weeks ago!) when we happened apon a sale we couldn't pass up. I mean who can resist green pear looking south american squash for fifty cents!!SO we took it home... and opened it.
I hate it when she does that.
We cooked it.
and ate it. AND...... it tasted good, or at least not bad. Definitely worth half a washington.
Thoughts and Thin Mints
I'm at work. This usually means I'm transcribing. or running random errands. or laughing to myself watching someone try to work the copy machine just long enough so that when I swoop in from my office perch to save the day my entrance in dramatically timed and they praise me to all ends for pushing the correct button. ( I know that the last paragraph was completely and utterly grammatically incorrect, the punctuation off, and the sentence run-on. it was done intentionally. Literary vice. Dig deep, I'm sure you'll find meaning.)
But right now there's nothing to do. nothing. I refilled the post-its, sent a fax, and now I'm eating girl scout cookies. Thin mints, though I prefer samoas, but I wasn't here in time to vote on which box to open for the office perusal.
and now for some thoughts cycling the synapse of my mind
-will it rain tomorrow? I want to go rock climbing.
-What does a parabolic function actually represent in real life? acceleration verses time, the motion of a projectile maybe. And if you have 2 linear function, and you multiply them together to get a quadratic, what pictorially did you do exactly? and can you find 2 linear functions in the motion of a projectile verses time? (I drew these thoughts out on the back of a "lost and found - 7 short plays" flier.
-why am I not in Hawaii. seriously why.
-I like seeing mando player, he's fun to be with. Do I need to think about what that does and doesn't mean? Can't I just let it be?
- I got a scholarship, yahoo.
-If the Kiev days people want us to stay we might see Berlin. pray. pray hard. pray now.
-I named a dance in 270 today. She wanted a name in Russian, I used one of the first Russian words I ever learned. oot-kah (phonetically of course, like I actually know the Russian alphabet) It means duck. Turns out writing that boy for 2 years totally paid off.
-Miss T's coming back to PAC, maybe. I hope. And she's going to teach us some African dancing. I heart her and her potty mouth. pooh sticks. who says that? Miss T
-I bet I'd be bad at long boarding
-I hate spending money on food
-The beautiful cousin is in Jr. Miss Utah this weekend, and she probably had her interview sometime this morning.... those are so fun, and scary, and nerve racking, and wonderful. hope she did well, hope she lowered her high pitched voice. It's dumb, but it makes a difference. That's how I did it, man voice = confidence, intelligence, charisma. Don't believe me? Suppose Elle Woods really was brilliant and didn't just happen to know something about a perm on the right day, then she would have a low voice, but she doesn't. And suppose Oprah Winfrey has no power, no charisma, and no intelligence. Then she has a high voice, but she doesn't. there proof by contradiction.
-What time is it? "time of our lives, anticipation... schools out! Scream and shout!" (sung in my head by the way.)
-I can't believe I just admitted to that last thought
-I'm wearing a watch today. I never wear a watch. Its silver, and gold. Makes me think of my grandma. Its pretty. I like it.
-I'm wearing earring too. Mando player thought they were real... as in not clip on, but they are.
-Why am a wearing a watch and earring's?
-8 minutes till I can leave.
-Burt's Bees is the Best. It makes me think of Lovely, as in the person I gave that nym to, not the adjective.
-I need to go help a guy in the math lab. time to go.
-Roommate never came to get her thin mint.
-Roommate just called. Thin mints are worth it I guess.
But right now there's nothing to do. nothing. I refilled the post-its, sent a fax, and now I'm eating girl scout cookies. Thin mints, though I prefer samoas, but I wasn't here in time to vote on which box to open for the office perusal.
and now for some thoughts cycling the synapse of my mind
-will it rain tomorrow? I want to go rock climbing.
-What does a parabolic function actually represent in real life? acceleration verses time, the motion of a projectile maybe. And if you have 2 linear function, and you multiply them together to get a quadratic, what pictorially did you do exactly? and can you find 2 linear functions in the motion of a projectile verses time? (I drew these thoughts out on the back of a "lost and found - 7 short plays" flier.
-why am I not in Hawaii. seriously why.
-I like seeing mando player, he's fun to be with. Do I need to think about what that does and doesn't mean? Can't I just let it be?
- I got a scholarship, yahoo.
-If the Kiev days people want us to stay we might see Berlin. pray. pray hard. pray now.
-I named a dance in 270 today. She wanted a name in Russian, I used one of the first Russian words I ever learned. oot-kah (phonetically of course, like I actually know the Russian alphabet) It means duck. Turns out writing that boy for 2 years totally paid off.
-Miss T's coming back to PAC, maybe. I hope. And she's going to teach us some African dancing. I heart her and her potty mouth. pooh sticks. who says that? Miss T
-I bet I'd be bad at long boarding
-I hate spending money on food
-The beautiful cousin is in Jr. Miss Utah this weekend, and she probably had her interview sometime this morning.... those are so fun, and scary, and nerve racking, and wonderful. hope she did well, hope she lowered her high pitched voice. It's dumb, but it makes a difference. That's how I did it, man voice = confidence, intelligence, charisma. Don't believe me? Suppose Elle Woods really was brilliant and didn't just happen to know something about a perm on the right day, then she would have a low voice, but she doesn't. And suppose Oprah Winfrey has no power, no charisma, and no intelligence. Then she has a high voice, but she doesn't. there proof by contradiction.
-What time is it? "time of our lives, anticipation... schools out! Scream and shout!" (sung in my head by the way.)
-I can't believe I just admitted to that last thought
-I'm wearing a watch today. I never wear a watch. Its silver, and gold. Makes me think of my grandma. Its pretty. I like it.
-I'm wearing earring too. Mando player thought they were real... as in not clip on, but they are.
-Why am a wearing a watch and earring's?
-8 minutes till I can leave.
-Burt's Bees is the Best. It makes me think of Lovely, as in the person I gave that nym to, not the adjective.
-I need to go help a guy in the math lab. time to go.
-Roommate never came to get her thin mint.
-Roommate just called. Thin mints are worth it I guess.
3.10.2008
bear naked paige
We experimented last night. Mando player came over and helped me create these delectable morsels of goodness. He's into that healthy food thing. I'm not. But we came together, healthy trail mix for him, butter and chocolate for me. We should sell them.....All the goodness of mom's homemade chocolate chip oatmeal chocolate cookies, enhanced with the tantalizing flavors of Bear Naked(tm) trail mix . Your mouth will thank you. I can hear the advertisement now.
3.09.2008
and they all lived happily ever after
Its not every day you get to dress up as a disney princess.... let alone 4. Happy folkdance winter gala disney party.
JASMINE - notice the hair... so awesome.POCAHONTAS - this used to be an old Shakespearean costume... probably for a man, there were probably tights involved. just imagine....
BELLE - she has brown eyes, I have blue, it's been the plague of my existence since I was 8
And finally AURORA - I know, blond hair, not brown... sorry. and yes this is an eighties prom dress being put to good use. oh, and thanks to jen from the crown.
now if I could only find my true prince charming to gallop in on a white horse, my knight in shining armor to rescue me from the dull college life I live and whisk me away to some happily ever after...... close will, close :)
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