Saturday, October 27, 2007
Sometimes goodbye is the only way
The sun will set for you.
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you.
And the sun will set for you."
Sitting in the evening gray last night, I listened to this song. It's a new one for me, by Linkin Park; really beautiful. It seems like it's been a while since I've heard new music to fall in love with, but it's about time, maybe. :) The whole lyrics can be found here, or other lyric places, but better to go hear it; the music is as beautiful as the words.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Basically, when you go to post a comment, put whatever word mumbo jumbo comes up in your post and make up a definition for it. Full points for not having to change the spelling of the word to fit your definition. ...Actually, I think new spellings should probably have a special category for creativity and running with an idea. But like they say on Whose Line, the points don't matter anyway; they're like powerful geese in the park that can break a man's arm with one of their wings...being chased by a four-year-old girl..
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
All of my adolescence and young-adulthood I have wanted very bad to grow up, to take responsibility for my life, to become what I was meant to be--I guess even to be an honor to my parents and God. But most of the time, I both wanted too much too fast, and wasn't willing to take charge of making those things happen. Not a great combination. So the last two years have been about doing what I can and (oddly enough) lowering some of my expectations. Plus, I've been forcing myself to look around and realize a lot of things I've looked at emotionally about myself and my life aren't nearly as bad as I thought they were. I still stumble on things that are, once in a while. But there's a lot that isn't.
This past spring and summer I'd been visiting with a counselor, to have someone's help as I continue to go through this process, and, about a week ago, we decided it was a good place to stop. This is probably the first time I've done that where I actually felt like something was accomplished and that it was right to end it now.
Not all my problems (or maybe goals is a better way to look at it?) are solved, of course--is there any time in our lives when they are? Sounds to me suspiciously like a stagnant state. Most things in nature are growing and changing, that I know of. To be changeless is often to be dead, sick, or an inanimate object. As uncomfortable as it is sometimes to be changing, to be "in process" or striving between two extremes for the balance that I see as part of nature's fight in everything, it seems to be the way things are done in this world. Why waste my time fighting it when I could spend my time fighting for it, which seems to be what we all have to do anyway, whether we like it or not?
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
About the time I got out of high school and we all started seeing a lot less of each other, my sisters and I (with the judicious, or judicial, help of our brother) started The Chain Story, a ridiculous-or-deep and profoundly wacky tale we've spun from our own inspirations and the relentless urge to parody or allude to everything we love, hate, or happen to have pop into our heads at any given moment. We've often done silly projects together growing up; something I've always loved because, simply put, we crack me up and, as I keep telling people, endorphins are good for you.
So...yeah. It's pretty wacky or dry humor (not sure how those two go together) and not everybody likes it. Be forewarned if you venture over.
And now our little chain story, the definitive commentary on the human race (what I call it in my more
I don't know if Blogger or a standard website or some other format will end up being most useful, so any suggestions on that front are welcome (no matter how you feel about our humor). We'll see how things go.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Plus, my parents are coming in tonight around midnight for graduation so tomorrow I get to see them, too. It's been a very (insanely) busy semester--I've had frequent fifteen hour days (no joke)--but, trust me, I mean it when I say I feel like I've learned a lot about hard work, time management, but most of all, how not to stress out over projects. I just turn it off. It's like flipping a switch and turning off all the power in the house. Kinda eerie.
I have since decided that total lack of emotion is also boring, and what with things easing up it will be easier to both not stress and get my work done reasonably (and hey! enjoy some of this stuff!). It's been good and I think I can respect myself more for the lessons I've learned (though I still have more to learn in the time management and hard work departments). Most of all, though, I get a break now! I will, with any luck, soon be working eight hour days! For which I am very excited. (money! and not that much work!)
Okay, too many exclamation points. I'm making myself tired. Well, I've got stuff to do. :]
Thursday, April 26, 2007
How many Dadaists does it take to change a lightbulb?
Now the other is even more fun (to me), so you have to guess.
How many Surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?
The answer - Three. Two to screw in the lightbulb and one to put out the flaming giraffe.
So it's random, but I thought it was funny. (Maybe I like flaming giraffes.) Thanks for humoring me.
If you don't care about art history, stop reading now. To respond to what you said, Susan (assuming you're still reading), one theory on the name "dada" is that it is a (French?) word for little toy, a stuffed dog or something. There are many theories, though. The point of the movement (and name, I believe) was largely to be nonsensical and attack the war (wwI, I think), which became attack anything establishmentarian. It's funny because I just read all of this last night while I was working on my art history. Strange movement.
Found this through Sarah, down in the comments section of this post. You know, there was a while there when I got the silly notion that when you grow up, you've "arrived" and now are Competent and Know Stuff. Turns out, you still wander around figuring stuff out and going, "Heeey, I didn't know that..." This quote makes a lot more sense to me now than it would have even a few months--weeks!--ago. It's still a wonder to me, though, to understand it.
I hope he's right.
Monday, April 16, 2007
I've heard these aren't actually as common as they might seem. All the same, these people need prayers. Hopefully we can come up with some ideas on how to help.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Speaking of corn, the other day in painting class a girl and I were trying to decide on new objects for our still life. There's a fake cob of corn in the still life closet made of green cloth, with yellow string and such for the corn inside trailing out. So here is my (according to her) joke: Hold out the fake corn cob to a friend and with a serious expression ask, "You don't think this is too corny, do you?"
I am just hilarious, what can I say? Now that I think about it, the title of this reminds me of crop circles and extraterrestriel activity. Couldn't be not-silly if I tried, could I? This stuff is just too deep in me.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Incidentally (this won't make sense if you haven't read it yet), I think the T Rex is right--being human is all about not being perfect; making our own approximations. We're not meant to be transcendental. That's God's place. Only, while failure may be success rounded down, I think the whole idea of grace is that God rounds us up. Yes, I am being "deep" with a comic strip; what of it?
Friday, March 23, 2007
But Han's just "eh" in the first movie and in the second, downright--well, basically, if I were Leia I'd take a blaster to him. And then in the third--well, the end of the second and on--he gets some sense and is even kind of sweet. So yeah, I guess if you take it like the righteous man who ends bad vs the bad man who ends righteous, Han's (marginally) better.
Wait, no he's not. He's only sort of sweet for brief moments in the third, and you have to be a bit more grown-up than I
Anyway, R2 still wins.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 12, 2007
Winter back at school had its good points--it was kind of neat to come outside after hours of the internal buzz in my mind and the external buzz of radio, people, whatnot, and hear that crystalline silence. Just the cold air and such a complete silence--practically no cars or people and no breezes so if you shut your mind up and listened it was amazing to hear how complete that silence was and how far it stretched. But I am glad again for the noises of spring and summer--frogs, crickets, night breezes, grass blowing--I even heard an owl a few weeks ago.
Saturday morning, after our long road trip, I even got a welcoming committee--my niece and nephews came and woke me up. I am very impressed with the service around here. From the sound of them before they came in the room it sounded like my niece was giving her brothers a guided tour. "This is where Auntie is."
It's good to be home.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Well, I can agree and relate. There is such a thing, I think, as mental inbreeding. There's a verse in the Bible I've always liked that says, "As iron sharpens iron, so one man sharpens another." When we share and talk out our ideas we allow ourselves to see them with a better, bigger-picture perspective and we give others the opportunity to go through them and point out their weaknesses, plus offer their own ideas, possibilities, insights. When you think things round and around in your head like a misguided person stuck in a revolving door, you wear the door out and beat down the poor person, too, till he's battered and bruised and can't work well anymore. (In case that confused you, the person is the thoughts, the revolving door your mind. I know that is a hilarious metaphor, but work with me here).
One thing I have been trying to do this year is get myself around the kind of people who are concerned and interested and indeed already possess the things I want to possess. There's a group of guys and girls who meet during the week (separately and then together) to talk about missions, but most of all just to encourage each other, so I've been trying to go to that. Last night we had a retreat and it gave me a chance to see some of the girls there in a different light--people I'd known were what I wanted to be, but I'd held myself back from getting to know. So it was really good last night to talk about struggles and hear what some of them had to say, be encouraged and try to encourage and offer insights to each other.
The best part is, the girls have started a more personal accountability group (the boys already have one) where we get to sit and talk like we did last night...every week! I've missed the first couple of meetings because classwork has been so crazy, but now that that's kind of in a calm, I'm looking forward to going. I can't wait.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
If they say it's not microwaveable,
...turns out, they mean it.
This has been a public service announcement by the Explosives-and-Microwaves Committee.
It won't blow up your microwave.
But it will turn a round bowl triangular and smash it up against the plastic cover you placed over it in a kind of melted-plastic kiss of death.
If only I'd gotten a picture of that.