Thus says the LORD, "Let not a wise man boast of his wisdom, and let not the mighty man boast of his might, let not a rich man boast of his riches; but let him who boasts boast of this, that he understands and knows Me, that I am the LORD,"
viernes, noviembre 10, 2006
the word
miércoles, noviembre 01, 2006
sábado, octubre 28, 2006
Your MOM posts!
More than you do, apparently. You wonder if it’s because she doesn’t have to read the worlds longest
Anywho. Apart from the glories of Walter Scott I’ve been exploring other literary wonders as well. On Monday I fell off the face of the earth to prepare for a James Hogg presentation that I perhaps should have started sooner. On Thursday I had to give a 10 minute presentation with two other students (we were unofficially called “the Hogg people” which fortunately didn’t reflect on our intelligence) and after talking with one of them and hearing of her uber-preparedness I was kindof nervous.
Anywho, after several midnights of coffee and Horlicks (don’t snort until you have tried this powder of destiny yourself – sleep helping, woo badger!) the final copy was printed exactly .29 minutes before I had to walk out the door. Needless to say that hurry didn’t help my jitters and my notes written on the train weren’t really legible at all. But I felt a little better when we all sat down and presenters and audience alike coughed the same choke-snort-cough thing. These weren’t the guys to tear into me. The long and short of it was that the Lord was really gracious helping me write and present, and our tutor was well impressed (as an Irish gal said it).
And now we’re in the throws of theatre class as well, and I’ve been to two of my five required plays for this semester. This was something that I wasn’t really counting on when I signed up for the class (perhaps I envisioned the class analyzing popsicle sticks, who knows). It’s not so bad going to see plays that someone else picked out, it’s spending 6 pounds and 3 hours on them that gets me huffy at times.
Our first play was Mary Stuart a big whoppin 3 hour thing with 19 century dialogue, but it was good! Fascinating take on British history and all that. I can’t say that I enjoyed the second play as much – too many wigs and interpretive dance there.
Someday I’ll put up some pictures of Oxford y Londres just as king James did (or is that prince Jim??) but for tonight I leave you with a bit from an old Oxford resident
"'Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare
'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.'
As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose
Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.
When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,
And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark:
But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,
His voice has a timid and tremulous sound."
"I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie:
The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat,
While the Old had the dish as its share of the treat.
When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon,
Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:
While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,
And concluded the banquet by [eating the owl.]
The Voice of the Lobster,
Lewis Carol
miércoles, octubre 18, 2006
ur such a bad influence on me
‘Cause I really could be typing out notes about how The Memoirs and Private Confessions of a Justified Sinner (written, no less, by a man named James Hogg!) is in fact a superb physiological novel displaying the mixed mediums of folklore and the supernatural.
Du duh?
Yup, but what I’m actually do with my time is show you a bit of the homework that I’ve already completed. I was told by James and Mr. Evan had to complete an assignment for Spanish class about his dream date. Well today I’m gonna turn in an assignment about “Mi Ex,” and so y’all all will have to tell me what you think of him.
Mi Ex
por Candace Jones
Antes salía con Ghengis Kahn. Porque el ha vivido una infancia nómada, nunca le gusta quedar en la casa de mis padres. Siempre montaba a mi jardín en un caballo negro, daba una patada a la puerta, y gruñía a mi hermanito. Pero hablaba cortés a mi padre porque lo consideraba un aliado importante.
El me llevaba a cenar y hacer algo (siempre prefería polo o squash a golf!). Cuando íbamos al cine, generalmente estaba inquieto y cada cinco minutos se levantaba a traer las palomitas de maíz.
De vez en cuando me pedía que yo cocine algo especial, y Kahn siempre quería carne fresco, queso de cabra, y café viejo (este consideraba una delicadeza).
Me caía a el porque era generoso, muy leal, y un protector excelente. Una noche yo estaba en pie en la acera mientras Kahn compraba un haggis en una carnicería. Un atracador corrió a mí y me apuntó con una pistola. De repente, Kahn volvió a la calle, lo golpeó el atracador con su bolso (que normalmente tenía dos o tres barras de oro), y me trajo a un café.
Un día pedí Kahn, “¿De dónde eres?” Pero solamente él sonrió y dijo, “Una gitana se le cayo una jaca negra del cielo, pero cuando tocó la arena de Mongolia, se desplomó y se hizo un niño, y el niño era me.”
Found any grammer errors yet? Well too late! It goes in the drop box (or pidgin holes as they are more colourfully called here) in 5 minutes. In case the name peeked your interest I’ll include the translation…
My Ex
I used to go out with Ghengis Kahn. Since he had lived a nomadic childhood, he never liked to stay long in my parents house. He always rode up on a black horse, kicked the door, and growled at my brother. But he spoke courteously to my father since he considered him a valuable ally.
He would take me to eat and do something, and he always preferred bumper cars to golf. When we went to the cinema he was generally restless and got up every five minutes to get popcorn.
Every now and then I asked him if he wanted me to cook him something special and he always asked for fresh meat, goat cheese and old coffee (he thought it was a delicacy).
I liked him because he was generous, very loyal, and an excellent protector. One time I was standing on a street corner while he bought some haggis in a meat market. A mugger ran up and pointed his gun at me and asked me for my bag. In an instant, Kahn flew out to the street, knocked the mugger on the head with his change purse (which generally carried two or three bars of gold), and carried me off to a coffee shop.
I would ask Kahn where he came from and he would smile and say that a gypsy had dropped a little horse out of the sky but when it landed in the sand of Mongolia it tangled itself up and became a boy, and that little boy was him.
Yup, never a dull moment up here. Anywho, we’ll be trucking off on our weekend to London tomorrow, so woopiedootles! I still have to pack when I get home! Later!
Du duh?
Yup, but what I’m actually do with my time is show you a bit of the homework that I’ve already completed. I was told by James and Mr. Evan had to complete an assignment for Spanish class about his dream date. Well today I’m gonna turn in an assignment about “Mi Ex,” and so y’all all will have to tell me what you think of him.
Mi Ex
por Candace Jones
Antes salía con Ghengis Kahn. Porque el ha vivido una infancia nómada, nunca le gusta quedar en la casa de mis padres. Siempre montaba a mi jardín en un caballo negro, daba una patada a la puerta, y gruñía a mi hermanito. Pero hablaba cortés a mi padre porque lo consideraba un aliado importante.
El me llevaba a cenar y hacer algo (siempre prefería polo o squash a golf!). Cuando íbamos al cine, generalmente estaba inquieto y cada cinco minutos se levantaba a traer las palomitas de maíz.
De vez en cuando me pedía que yo cocine algo especial, y Kahn siempre quería carne fresco, queso de cabra, y café viejo (este consideraba una delicadeza).
Me caía a el porque era generoso, muy leal, y un protector excelente. Una noche yo estaba en pie en la acera mientras Kahn compraba un haggis en una carnicería. Un atracador corrió a mí y me apuntó con una pistola. De repente, Kahn volvió a la calle, lo golpeó el atracador con su bolso (que normalmente tenía dos o tres barras de oro), y me trajo a un café.
Un día pedí Kahn, “¿De dónde eres?” Pero solamente él sonrió y dijo, “Una gitana se le cayo una jaca negra del cielo, pero cuando tocó la arena de Mongolia, se desplomó y se hizo un niño, y el niño era me.”
Found any grammer errors yet? Well too late! It goes in the drop box (or pidgin holes as they are more colourfully called here) in 5 minutes. In case the name peeked your interest I’ll include the translation…
My Ex
I used to go out with Ghengis Kahn. Since he had lived a nomadic childhood, he never liked to stay long in my parents house. He always rode up on a black horse, kicked the door, and growled at my brother. But he spoke courteously to my father since he considered him a valuable ally.
He would take me to eat and do something, and he always preferred bumper cars to golf. When we went to the cinema he was generally restless and got up every five minutes to get popcorn.
Every now and then I asked him if he wanted me to cook him something special and he always asked for fresh meat, goat cheese and old coffee (he thought it was a delicacy).
I liked him because he was generous, very loyal, and an excellent protector. One time I was standing on a street corner while he bought some haggis in a meat market. A mugger ran up and pointed his gun at me and asked me for my bag. In an instant, Kahn flew out to the street, knocked the mugger on the head with his change purse (which generally carried two or three bars of gold), and carried me off to a coffee shop.
I would ask Kahn where he came from and he would smile and say that a gypsy had dropped a little horse out of the sky but when it landed in the sand of Mongolia it tangled itself up and became a boy, and that little boy was him.
Yup, never a dull moment up here. Anywho, we’ll be trucking off on our weekend to London tomorrow, so woopiedootles! I still have to pack when I get home! Later!
martes, octubre 03, 2006
Let greenness be
Hi-Ya!
Yup, in the reading room again. I got out of a Spanish lecture and I made a quick dive to check my email, hoping that the minions of fellow UofGers (what do you call us all anyway?!) had left one computer free for me.
Haha, in luck today.
But, with a little leftover time before I tube, train, and car ride my way home, I thought I’d entertain you with a picture post of the estimable building wherein I sit.
Ye McMillan Reading room
The sun actually was shining for much of today (all praise be to God!), so the photo is accurate. But I must point out that if you actually walk from the Maths Building (maths, maths – these British!) you will not see the reading room from this angle. You are much more apt to discover the grim reality of Scottish weathering –
greenness. Yes, greenness from the rust, greenness of peeling paint, greenness from the green light streaming through the green trees.
Que sera sera. And in Scotland it will be green!
Yup, in the reading room again. I got out of a Spanish lecture and I made a quick dive to check my email, hoping that the minions of fellow UofGers (what do you call us all anyway?!) had left one computer free for me.
Haha, in luck today.
But, with a little leftover time before I tube, train, and car ride my way home, I thought I’d entertain you with a picture post of the estimable building wherein I sit.
Ye McMillan Reading room
The sun actually was shining for much of today (all praise be to God!), so the photo is accurate. But I must point out that if you actually walk from the Maths Building (maths, maths – these British!) you will not see the reading room from this angle. You are much more apt to discover the grim reality of Scottish weathering –
greenness. Yes, greenness from the rust, greenness of peeling paint, greenness from the green light streaming through the green trees.
Que sera sera. And in Scotland it will be green!
miércoles, septiembre 27, 2006
Cop out
I had thought it all out and come to my conclusion - no more of this one post a month nonsense. No more mucking about (as our good pastor would say) on the fringe of blog existence. Out, out brief candle of a blog! I'm finished! Through! Washed up! This post was to be my last huzzah, my final blow, my big goodbye...
::snort:: So much for that.
Rather than soliloquize about departed bloggers sailing away on honeyed seas (well, you never know!), I’d rather do something more prosaic – tell you what’s up with me on a Wednesday.
So really quick
Church! Ah, things have been going jollyo at Airdrie RP Church. The big things, by God’s grace, have been in place from the start – our souls are being fed from the word, our lives enriched by warm and lively fellowship. But now specific ministries are starting to surface that makes one feel a part of the body as well. Dad now works there in his wee office every week day. We girls have been rotated into the nursery watch (they call it crèche over here, a confusingly Europeanish word that rhymes with mesh). I’ve had the opportunity to come along on the housebound visitation a couple of times – a wonderful program where we visit members of the church who are no longer able to leave their homes or nursing homes. Just things like this to be doing in the Lord's kingdom.
Class! A paragraph typed yesterday:
Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, today marks the first day of good to honest class in U of G. I got a magnificent send off breakfast taco (for those of you who might stay at home during a year or so of college, know that having full Mom support in both breakfast and supper is great – basically you don’t have to do them!!!) Today’s little secret is that my one Tuesday lecture isn’t really on until next week, so I don’t actually have to do anything while on campus. Oh well, I’ll just start class tomorrow :P
Yup, it was true. My class line-up for now is:
M, W, F 10 am - Scottish Literature 3A
M,T,Th,F 2 pm – Spanish 2
M, W 4 pm – Theatre Studies 1
During this first week, this is subject to change (ha!) and seminars are a whole other story for another post, but suffice it to say that despite the small number of courses I'm going to have a pretty full plate this semester!
Work! Looking for it. Not liking applying for it. Am wondering whether it’ll work with classes and travel and church/family/friend commitments. 'Nuf said.
Kids! In church, all of the Bible studies and children’s clubs have gotten started for the year, and Amy and I found ourselves drafted into the 6/20 club (name taken from Deut 6:20 I think, hmm). This is a games and ministry night for kids in the community (most of them unchurched) of about 8-15 years old. Amy and I got put into the games department so we have the privilege of shouting at the top of our voices for about 20 minutes at the beginning of the evening! But it’s surprisingly fun work, and it’s genuinely exiting to be doing this for the kingdom of God.
Weird Italian dudes staring into computers and anxiously pressing their fingers to their mouths! Yes indeedy. There’s one beside me and one behind me. Only in Glasgow, people. This post was a cop out swan song, so we've escaped for today, until tomorrow, and to-morrow, and tomorro creaps in again.
::snort:: So much for that.
Rather than soliloquize about departed bloggers sailing away on honeyed seas (well, you never know!), I’d rather do something more prosaic – tell you what’s up with me on a Wednesday.
So really quick
Church! Ah, things have been going jollyo at Airdrie RP Church. The big things, by God’s grace, have been in place from the start – our souls are being fed from the word, our lives enriched by warm and lively fellowship. But now specific ministries are starting to surface that makes one feel a part of the body as well. Dad now works there in his wee office every week day. We girls have been rotated into the nursery watch (they call it crèche over here, a confusingly Europeanish word that rhymes with mesh). I’ve had the opportunity to come along on the housebound visitation a couple of times – a wonderful program where we visit members of the church who are no longer able to leave their homes or nursing homes. Just things like this to be doing in the Lord's kingdom.
Class! A paragraph typed yesterday:
Yes Ladies and Gentlemen, today marks the first day of good to honest class in U of G. I got a magnificent send off breakfast taco (for those of you who might stay at home during a year or so of college, know that having full Mom support in both breakfast and supper is great – basically you don’t have to do them!!!) Today’s little secret is that my one Tuesday lecture isn’t really on until next week, so I don’t actually have to do anything while on campus. Oh well, I’ll just start class tomorrow :P
Yup, it was true. My class line-up for now is:
M, W, F 10 am - Scottish Literature 3A
M,T,Th,F 2 pm – Spanish 2
M, W 4 pm – Theatre Studies 1
During this first week, this is subject to change (ha!) and seminars are a whole other story for another post, but suffice it to say that despite the small number of courses I'm going to have a pretty full plate this semester!
Work! Looking for it. Not liking applying for it. Am wondering whether it’ll work with classes and travel and church/family/friend commitments. 'Nuf said.
Kids! In church, all of the Bible studies and children’s clubs have gotten started for the year, and Amy and I found ourselves drafted into the 6/20 club (name taken from Deut 6:20 I think, hmm). This is a games and ministry night for kids in the community (most of them unchurched) of about 8-15 years old. Amy and I got put into the games department so we have the privilege of shouting at the top of our voices for about 20 minutes at the beginning of the evening! But it’s surprisingly fun work, and it’s genuinely exiting to be doing this for the kingdom of God.
Weird Italian dudes staring into computers and anxiously pressing their fingers to their mouths! Yes indeedy. There’s one beside me and one behind me. Only in Glasgow, people. This post was a cop out swan song, so we've escaped for today, until tomorrow, and to-morrow, and tomorro creaps in again.
lunes, agosto 28, 2006
She lives!!!
But she also has very limited internet time sitting in the Airdrie library. Sorry that you guys don’t get a bodaciolific post, but I gotta do my emails.
So I thought I’d steal material from an email to a most beloved friend, and when she reads it online, she can pretend that it’s all new.
:P
:o}
I come to you today with a tale of computing woe, so pull out your Kleenex box as I explain why my letter to you has yet to arrive. On a peaceful Saturday afternoon I attempted to print out the letter at home, but our printer is not happy with any of our computers and so the attempt failed – ah me! Then I thought that I would email it to you from the church, but no good as well, the office was occupied by pastors and secretaries and things (what do these people think they’re doing in a church office – work or something?!). My next attack was to email it from the library, but now the computer is not reading my flash key! :{ Oh thwarted ambition! But never fear. Someday our printer will be up and working, and Lord willing we will have our phone line installed sometime this weekend, so your letter will arrive – it just may take a wee while!
Thus are the adventures of Cabbage for today (which is as much to say that it’s a beautiful sunny morning, and today is my dad’s birthday [ice cream and apple pie - yessss!], and life is going just great; what else is new?). But you know that things have got to be ok when I keep using my favourite little parenthesis men - bring on the funky grammar! ([{}])
My internet time is limited, so I have to say cheerio now.
Cheerio!!!
So I thought I’d steal material from an email to a most beloved friend, and when she reads it online, she can pretend that it’s all new.
:P
:o}
I come to you today with a tale of computing woe, so pull out your Kleenex box as I explain why my letter to you has yet to arrive. On a peaceful Saturday afternoon I attempted to print out the letter at home, but our printer is not happy with any of our computers and so the attempt failed – ah me! Then I thought that I would email it to you from the church, but no good as well, the office was occupied by pastors and secretaries and things (what do these people think they’re doing in a church office – work or something?!). My next attack was to email it from the library, but now the computer is not reading my flash key! :{ Oh thwarted ambition! But never fear. Someday our printer will be up and working, and Lord willing we will have our phone line installed sometime this weekend, so your letter will arrive – it just may take a wee while!
Thus are the adventures of Cabbage for today (which is as much to say that it’s a beautiful sunny morning, and today is my dad’s birthday [ice cream and apple pie - yessss!], and life is going just great; what else is new?). But you know that things have got to be ok when I keep using my favourite little parenthesis men - bring on the funky grammar! ([{}])
My internet time is limited, so I have to say cheerio now.
Cheerio!!!
viernes, agosto 18, 2006
Murmur midstream
If you visit the that emotive encouragement which is James (whooooa, I’ve been in
I’ve been receiving a few emails from you peeps in the states which are a great encouragement to me. I’ve also just enjoyed spending these weeks with the family (which sadly lost our Captain Constantinople {josh}, but gained a Ginny of great standing!), woof!
Woof??? Have I ever said that before??? Well you may contemplate those depths while I slide once again into the void…
lunes, julio 31, 2006
I have to put this here...
So that it can be my new profile pic. Woot! This is me and my man in Edinburgh (you'll notice that our romance caused a stir among bearded tourists nearby...).
martes, julio 18, 2006
lunes, julio 10, 2006
Woot!
Ok folks we did in fact make it to
Wednesday began with mocha in the airport in
Wednesday also happened to be the looooooongest day of my life (partially because it had no real beginning in the twilight zone of the airplane). Even when I crashed into bed at 10:30 the dogged Scottish sky was still glowing with the end of an unusually warm Scottish day (the poor locals were sweating with this 78 degree “scorcher”).
Since then, the Lord has moved so many pieces into place! Everything from silverware to getting a van to cell phones to going grocery shopping I wouldn’t say that anything is quite second nature at this point but we certainly are beginning to live lives of sanity again.
As grateful as we are for insurance, hot water and pringles, the icing on the cake actually just came tonight. Getting a hard phone line to our new home has been a bit of a… a roundabout for us, allow me to use a new metaphor. We’ve been able to take the laptop up to the church building a couple of times but even then we couldn’t get it to work until today.
Well, this evening, while the rest of the troops were out for strolls, I deviously snooked the laptop up to my bedroom, thinking that I could perhaps type some emails or a blog to post for later sometime. (And fyi the master bedroom and my room are on the second floor of this house, and the other two rooms are down below the first floor in the basement). Anywho just as I get everything rolling and open up Word I notice a window pop up and here were the majical words “Wireless network detected” I was picking up an internet signal in my bedroom ¡!¡!¡!
::sigh:: Sorry, it was just so bizarre to think that we came into a house where there was a wireless signal right behind the laundry room.
Not bizzar really, that’s just the Lord. Every good and perfect gift is His.
So now, look out for brilliant posts from Amy, fantastic pictures from Ben, unfathomable insights from Mom, and yeah, pointless ravings from me.
The blog crew is back.
jueves, junio 15, 2006
Now you see her…
This is my last day of work, people.
I’m going now.
::whpppp:: Out the door.
Well, perhaps not that suddenly. The truth is that I will be dropping off the face of the (Indiana) earth tomorrow as me and the family trek down to Texas for The (literal) Last Hurrah. Of course, to a certain peoples this will actually be us falling back on to the face of the earth. All depends on if you’re a euchre player or an armadillo, I guess. Anywho, we’ll be visiting the loverly folk back home until the 27th, methinks (which bumerously means that I can’t go to any CYA events during that time – oh crumbs). I miiiight get a post in, but no promises while there’s Blue Bell Ice Cream to distract me. :P
The other news for Hoosiers and such is that I believe our church Sycamore RPC is having a special sending service for us (nice alliteration for all you English geeks!) on the evening of Sunday July 2 at 6 p.m.
If you are anywhere in the vicinity of Kokomo/Indianapolis/ Lafayette/Elkhart/Seattle WA you need to come to this service to say goodbye.
There will be no pardons for missers, non-travelers, summer-class-takingers, or I’m-snowed-out-in-Massachusettsers – everyone needs to be there!
You have been warned.
martes, junio 13, 2006
Tickling my fancy
When one comes in stressed and plans to post, sometimes the best thing to do is just get a tickle. You can go to tickle.com and take personality tests ranging from the spiffy to the absurd and in general learn things about yourself that neither you nor anyone else on the planet knew (what kind of rug you would make, for instance). I found this first test particularly enlightening:
Al Einstine, Spending Time with Loved Ones renews your spirit
They say love conquers all — including stress. So when you're feeling zapped, what better way to lift your spirits than by surrounding yourself with those near and dear to you? A little R&R with the ones you love can make all the difference for a caring and loving soul like you.
Generous and kindhearted, you're probably always there for other people. So when you need a lift, why not pick up the phone? Reaching out to friends and family is the best way for a sweetie like you to feed your soul and refresh your outlook on life. Sounds good to us!
And then, of course, everyone has to see what they used to be...
Discover Your Past Life
Al Einstine, you're a Monkey!
Don't go bananas — in your former life you were a tiny monkey named Oompa. Here's what we know about you: Adorably sweet demeanor and sharp as a tack, you found success working with a street performer named Juan, who worshipped you and treated you like his own child. He bought you a gold satin jumpsuit with royal blue ruffles, a matching top hat, and a sequined bag for donations. He would play your favorite disco tunes on his accordion, prompting you to dance around and flirt with the crowd while you collected spare change and picked pockets. Everybody loved you. And you loved everybody. You and Juan took your gig around the country and raked in the riches. You were one happy little monkey.
Whoh, boy, have I missed my calling!!!
sábado, junio 10, 2006
Watching the deep
I feel like a sailor on a long voyage who has discovered a curious fact. Though the journey as a whole is aiming toward one end, each leg of the voyage, each little seasonal wind, has a quality all its own. An inexperienced swabby like me not only has to guard against the dangers of each period, like falling asleep during the doldrums or collapsing under a gail, but they have trouble just adjusting to the seasons of the journey. I find that when a storm blows up, I often persist in working the details of the kitchen; or when a two week gail is finally past, I still cling to the main sail instead of walking about in the sun!
It’s been a little over a month since I stopped school and after a couple of weeks of break I realized this – there is life after homework!! It wasn’t just that the world had bloomed at last or that I could go to bed at 10:30 at last (heh), but there are relationships, there are crossroads, there is life outside of completing projects dawn to dusk. Being the uncompromising efficiency machine that I am, it has taken me these past several weeks to start living life outside the textbook again, and I see that it is a sweet and precious thing.
And now that I’ve started to discover this, we’re going to go away.
Ouch.
So if the previous leg of the voyage was full of furious work within the ship, and this next course in Scotland is a launch into uncharted waters, what about these few weeks in between? Well, quite simply, there has been a lot of looking out to sea.
You’ll catch me doing it when I’m alone in the gallery with a sad song on the speakers. It’s a weighing of life, a treasuring and a sadness over the past, a watching of the future. It’s looking out to sea.
You’ll find me and Mom doing it as we walk all around our house division, Forest Park. We go often to Big Ben and visit our favorite barista because our time here is short. We stop what we’re doing to muse or admire or visit because we are both looking out to sea.
I even hear it wailed over the guitar as Ben makes it come alive at night. He plays that song just one extra round, or he goes with the guys to the Y and makes sure to stop by Speedway for one more drink. You count your blessings and look out to sea.
I hear Amy making plans to visit Katie (sp?) again, or hop over to Meijer or Old Navy with Lidz. She gives Brian a hard time on Sundays and she smiles at Joy, but with Bailey in her arms who could help but look out to sea?
Dad has been amazing and with ministry/work/cars/insurance/boxes/checkbags/tickets on his mind, he still makes special time for other things. He invites the guys over for a burger, just one more burger, and then he gets them the special pepper cheese. I can tell he’s counting the hours as well, he’s treasuring the talks and laughter, looking out to sea.
We all wonder, When shall I ever do this again? How often shall I get to hug her again? Will we be miserable out there? Will it be glorious? Can't the sunset stay just a minute longer so that I can look into the horizon?
Looking out to sea
It’s been a little over a month since I stopped school and after a couple of weeks of break I realized this – there is life after homework!! It wasn’t just that the world had bloomed at last or that I could go to bed at 10:30 at last (heh), but there are relationships, there are crossroads, there is life outside of completing projects dawn to dusk. Being the uncompromising efficiency machine that I am, it has taken me these past several weeks to start living life outside the textbook again, and I see that it is a sweet and precious thing.
And now that I’ve started to discover this, we’re going to go away.
Ouch.
So if the previous leg of the voyage was full of furious work within the ship, and this next course in Scotland is a launch into uncharted waters, what about these few weeks in between? Well, quite simply, there has been a lot of looking out to sea.
You’ll catch me doing it when I’m alone in the gallery with a sad song on the speakers. It’s a weighing of life, a treasuring and a sadness over the past, a watching of the future. It’s looking out to sea.
You’ll find me and Mom doing it as we walk all around our house division, Forest Park. We go often to Big Ben and visit our favorite barista because our time here is short. We stop what we’re doing to muse or admire or visit because we are both looking out to sea.
I even hear it wailed over the guitar as Ben makes it come alive at night. He plays that song just one extra round, or he goes with the guys to the Y and makes sure to stop by Speedway for one more drink. You count your blessings and look out to sea.
I hear Amy making plans to visit Katie (sp?) again, or hop over to Meijer or Old Navy with Lidz. She gives Brian a hard time on Sundays and she smiles at Joy, but with Bailey in her arms who could help but look out to sea?
Dad has been amazing and with ministry/work/cars/insurance/boxes/checkbags/tickets on his mind, he still makes special time for other things. He invites the guys over for a burger, just one more burger, and then he gets them the special pepper cheese. I can tell he’s counting the hours as well, he’s treasuring the talks and laughter, looking out to sea.
We all wonder, When shall I ever do this again? How often shall I get to hug her again? Will we be miserable out there? Will it be glorious? Can't the sunset stay just a minute longer so that I can look into the horizon?
Looking out to sea
jueves, junio 01, 2006
Lunch at the gallery
Ok, so Jims has inspired me with her story of ginormous bald men to tell you what the *real* work world is all about. While she's off in latte land, some of us baristas of the art world are slaving away twice a week to deliver modern Mona Lisas to Kokomo. And let me tell you, the workplace isn't ultimately about serving the customers, or working with grace and efficiency (such things as the Jims spends her time doing). Work in a real man's environment is about sacrifice.
So let me tell you of the T-day lunch hour in the IUK Art Gallery.
11:55 a.m. - Cabby has been working like a dog - lifting up finger after finger at the computer.
So let me tell you of the T-day lunch hour in the IUK Art Gallery.
11:55 a.m. - Cabby has been working like a dog - lifting up finger after finger at the computer.
::sigh:: Such stress!
12:10 p.m. As her morning project comes to a close, the Cabby begins to eye her lunch quota, (attractively thrown into a Kroger sack 0.2 minutes before leaving the house). She knows that there are luscious dainties waiting inside! 
Often there was a microwavable Chef Boyardee lasagna bowl (you wouldn't believe the smell of canned sauce after it's been nuked!), another time it was summer sausage and cheese, all comfortably room temperature. But the best of all was when the cabbage absentmindedly packed a bowl of cold tuna that could fill the office with its fragrance... and there we pick up the story.
12:15 Cabby has run down to the cafeteria to get the one critical condiment that she must have with every meal: sweet pickle relish! Ah yes, it goes with everything. Now she relaxes in her chair and unpacks the motley of little baggies and tupperware which make up lunch. She's going to enjoy sinking her teeth into those squished chips...
But what is that sound? A footstep in the art gallery?!
Cabby looks up just in time to see a patron jump with embarrassment and surprise, it is an art lover in her early 50's who has just caught sight of the curator waving her tuna-y fingers over a little warzone of a desk. Was this the right entrance to get into the university gallery?!, thinks the woman. To hide her disgust she suddenly becomes very interested in a painting of Mary Joe’s smirking little brother Billy (complements of the high school exhibit).
Meanwhile, Cabby abashedly hides her pool of tuna and tries to look professional without showing any of the relish in her teeth – a difficult undertaking, you do the math.
And thus begins the curator’s lunch. During the 2 hours that she was on duty before, not a soul was seen in the gallery, not a toenail entered. But now that pickle water and mayonnaise are drying on her fingers, there is an art lover here getting engrossed in the show. Tuna becomes warmer, crackers become soggier, and the minutes tick by while Cabby meditates on the career impact of sack lunches. She also wonders how the art public knew when to suddenly appear at the moment of the curator’s first bite.
It’s all coincidence of course, we shan’t indulge in any base suspicions.
martes, mayo 23, 2006
More on the job
Today was me first full day currating (curating? curing??).
In fact, my chief day was keeping track of the visitors to the gallery (putting a little line of paper on out “attendance sheet”). So when I was trained in the office, the other gallery assistants told me, with some concern, that I would have to find some way of keeping myself busy for 6 hours on a regular day. If only! I brought a whole slew of books that I didn’t even crack, ‘cause there was so much I wanted to get done on the computer, printing things and such.
I’m quite tart tonight so I’ll end with a nice pic of my new workspace in an old exhibit from last year:
In fact, my chief day was keeping track of the visitors to the gallery (putting a little line of paper on out “attendance sheet”). So when I was trained in the office, the other gallery assistants told me, with some concern, that I would have to find some way of keeping myself busy for 6 hours on a regular day. If only! I brought a whole slew of books that I didn’t even crack, ‘cause there was so much I wanted to get done on the computer, printing things and such.
I’m quite tart tonight so I’ll end with a nice pic of my new workspace in an old exhibit from last year:
miércoles, mayo 17, 2006
Now is the Hour
Oh yes, she blogs at last.
Well what has been happening these many moons? I finished finals and by the grace of God got some very good marks on them (you’ll notice the Britishism). It was a smashing semester, but I was more than hippy to begin perhaps the four sweetest months of summer break I’ll ever have. (That’s right, Watson, the British don’t start there semesters til later in September or October – so I’m having the mama of all breaks!).
Another of the Lord’s great provisions, I have a summer campus job! On one of my last days of the semester I was looking at a job roster board and the director of the art gallery just walked by and said, “Ya know, we’re looking for summer helpers in the gallery,” and kept walking by. Upon further questioning I found that he was quite serious and willing to hire me on the spot! Literally the morning after my last final I came in to set up training and was making moolah two days after that. Is not that sweet?!
The first thing I did with was help set up a new exhibit (if you’re in the area you ought to see this one it’s actually cool). This undertaking requires 1) strong legs to stand for several hours 2) a good math head to calculate where all the pictures should go so that they hang symmetrically on the wall and 3) patience. Naturally I am strong in none of these areas, but I managed to help and have fun somehow. So it’s weird but my first week of break was actually pretty busy. No that ::sniff: I didn’t have time to see MI III or perhaps grab a coffee from the queen of joe, but hey, one must survive during the summer!
Well what has been happening these many moons? I finished finals and by the grace of God got some very good marks on them (you’ll notice the Britishism). It was a smashing semester, but I was more than hippy to begin perhaps the four sweetest months of summer break I’ll ever have. (That’s right, Watson, the British don’t start there semesters til later in September or October – so I’m having the mama of all breaks!).
Another of the Lord’s great provisions, I have a summer campus job! On one of my last days of the semester I was looking at a job roster board and the director of the art gallery just walked by and said, “Ya know, we’re looking for summer helpers in the gallery,” and kept walking by. Upon further questioning I found that he was quite serious and willing to hire me on the spot! Literally the morning after my last final I came in to set up training and was making moolah two days after that. Is not that sweet?!
The first thing I did with was help set up a new exhibit (if you’re in the area you ought to see this one it’s actually cool). This undertaking requires 1) strong legs to stand for several hours 2) a good math head to calculate where all the pictures should go so that they hang symmetrically on the wall and 3) patience. Naturally I am strong in none of these areas, but I managed to help and have fun somehow. So it’s weird but my first week of break was actually pretty busy. No that ::sniff: I didn’t have time to see MI III or perhaps grab a coffee from the queen of joe, but hey, one must survive during the summer!
lunes, mayo 01, 2006
Finals this week
But I did want to document my existence at the beginning of the month, and say that I still hope to be alive after Wednesday.
Actually, I haven't that much to complain about. I talked to a lot of peeps at the Fireside Chat in Lafayette last night (which was blast by the way - you guys rock!) and apparently my 3 finals are an abnormally small amount.
Anywho, I want to leave you with a question that we were contemplating last night:
I know my own thoughts, but let's hear yours...
Actually, I haven't that much to complain about. I talked to a lot of peeps at the Fireside Chat in Lafayette last night (which was blast by the way - you guys rock!) and apparently my 3 finals are an abnormally small amount.
Anywho, I want to leave you with a question that we were contemplating last night:
When you are cold does saying "Burr" make you warmer or colder?
I know my own thoughts, but let's hear yours...
martes, abril 11, 2006
martes, abril 04, 2006
God made the sun!
And it shown today!!! I admit that I have often underestimated the effect of solar power on the human psyche - but today as I sat out in the courtyard of IUK's main building I could appreciate little more. I also believe that Daylight Savings has had a beneficial effect upon my evening homework times because the world seems so much more free to contemplation when it is still light outside at 8 o'clock.
Speaking of contemplation, I am in the last home stretch of literature papers before our finals in four weeks. In my L298 class I chose to write my ending paper on More's Utopia and I have checked out no fewer than ten books from two libraries to facilitate my research. And this morning I got a rather frightening occurrence. When the alarm went off, I looked at the clock and the very first thought in my head was "My my, 6:45, that minute sounds very like a Sir Thomas More minute! Heh, 6:45.... wonder what More would have thought of it...."
Doesn't the brain come up with the oddest stuff when it's first out of slumber?
Anywho. In order to combat a serious condition of Utopoplague I plan to take some of the rest of the evening off and watch a special film that mom is showing on ... English literature and John Donne.
Ah, relaxation!!!
Speaking of contemplation, I am in the last home stretch of literature papers before our finals in four weeks. In my L298 class I chose to write my ending paper on More's Utopia and I have checked out no fewer than ten books from two libraries to facilitate my research. And this morning I got a rather frightening occurrence. When the alarm went off, I looked at the clock and the very first thought in my head was "My my, 6:45, that minute sounds very like a Sir Thomas More minute! Heh, 6:45.... wonder what More would have thought of it...."
Doesn't the brain come up with the oddest stuff when it's first out of slumber?
Anywho. In order to combat a serious condition of Utopoplague I plan to take some of the rest of the evening off and watch a special film that mom is showing on ... English literature and John Donne.
Ah, relaxation!!!
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