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?
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