Monday, December 29, 2008
I shall post a complete list of my Christmas gifts soon... after the first of January, at the least. Probably not till the third or fourth.
I like my new laptop. I can play music on it. :-)
I also am enjoying the phone memory card that my brother gave me for Christmas... now my phone can play music, too, and I'll never buy an mp3 player!
Friday, December 26, 2008
And it has...
--2 gig RAM
--120 gig hard drive (theoretically... but it's partitioned, into portions slightly bigger than 50 gig, so the formatting took some and Vista takes more)
--a media card reader
S'wonderful! Quite an improvement over my previous laptop (though that one was free). I actually have multiple USB ports here... and enough ram to surf the 'Net at a reasonable speed. Lovely. :-)
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
........or not.......? Where are the pretty little check-boxes?? :-(
[edit 2].....in the word of a friend, "sa-weeeet!" Or in my own word, "success." :-)
Friday, December 19, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
I've also been treading my way through War and Peace. Got into the 200s today... (That would be pages, meaning I got past the 200th page sometime this afternoon.) So far it's not half bad. I think I like Tolstoy's writing style very much; although the sentences occasionally get very long, it seems as if the way he thinks is similar to how I think, if only peripherally. I love the way he describes the expressions on the faces of the characters.
I did make it through the chapters about the first big battle (the one in which the artillery manage to burn down a town and they barely repulsed the French). I'm not really much of one for details on battles and all--I am a girl (grin)--but it wasn't that bad. It was much more interesting than the little I remember from the battles in The Iliad and The Odyssey, at any rate. I actually got a little excited when the artillerymen were really getting into their job.
I haven't read this challenging of a book in a long time, though. I'm quite enjoying it. However, it is difficult to sit down and read the book in half-hour segments.... so I have spent the entirety of this day reading it, pretty much. I mean, I did laundry and ate and took periodic e-mail/Facebook breaks, in addition to reading... and I took a nap somewhere in there... but it was lovely just to curl up on the couch and read for awhile. It helped that that couch is the only place in the house at present where I can get warm enough for comfort.
Mom & I went shopping last night; a tradition of ours, for just the two of us to go out and have a Wal-Mart buying spree for the cousins and various aunts and uncles (and grandparents) for Christmas. We had waaaay too much fun in the toy department though... remember those fun needle boxes that would take the shape of whatever you stuck on the littl needles? (Not pointy needles.) We got one of those for my young cousin, and haven't been able to keep our hands off it since. *grin* The best part was that all of this was after about ten-thirty at night.... we got home after midnight, and I didn't actually get to bed until about twenty or quarter till one. Thus I stayed in my nice warm bed until nine o'clock this morning (when Mom roused me for a yummy banana drink, which I could have on condition that I was up and about).
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
"Yes, he said, I think that he would rather suffer anything than entertain these false notions and live in this miserable manner."
It immediately made me think of the movie "The Truman Show." That movie illustrated that quote.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
...Facebook chat hates me.
...It is freezing here in this library.
..."All good gifts around us are sent from heaven above."
...I am seriously considering dropping the honors program, if a certain policy changes.
...I need a new laptop sometime.
...Black Friday should be abolished as a result of the trampling deaths of shoppers.
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
...Let us not wait for large opportunities, or for a different kind of work, but do just the things we "find to do" day by day. We have no other time in which to live. The past is gone; the future has not arrived; we never shall have any time but time present. Then do not wait until your experience has ripened into maturity before you attempt to serve God. Endeavour now to bring forth fruit. Serve God now, but be careful as to the way in which you perform what you find to do--"do it with thy might." Do it promptly; do not fritter away your life in thinking of what you intend to do to-morrow as if that could recompense for the idleness of to-day. No man ever served God by doing things to-morrow....Courtesy of Back to the Bible's "Morning & Evening" e-mails of Charles Spurgeon devotionals.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Speaking of the novel... I hit 17,000 words today, and am likely to add at least another thousand tonight (whether during my shift at work or afterwards). It's probably at least five times as long as all the fiction I've written in my entire life... already! And I'm not even halfway done yet! (Yeah, it's the twelfth and I should theoretically be at 25,000 by the fifteenth... I doubt it'll happen...)
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
And in this fairy tale, "someday" comes true! :-)
Translation: I'm actually going to attempt to write an entire 50,000-word novella during the month of November...! Crazy, aren't I? Dan reminded me of this today when I read his blog, and I suddenly decided I'd attempt it this year.
Granted, I'll still keep up with schoolwork etc., but I think I'll be able to cram it into those extra hours... like this one.... :-)
So starting November 1st, if I don't post for a month, this is why. Good night.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
1. I just went on midterm break last week... it was busy, but lovely. I love visiting my family. :-) I also love playing guitar for my church, so I did that over break too. (As part of the praise team... there are very few guitar players at church that will just look at the songs on Sunday and play them with minimal practice.) Those two things are probably what I miss most about being home.
2. I also got my hair cut over midterm break! And I love it! See, my hair has some natural curl... not too much, but just enough that I can sport a layered look and it actually looks good. I've gotten several compliments on my new haircut. And I don't have to do much with my hair in the morning. 'Swonderful.
3. I'm working on a paper now, about the bailout that Congress passed three weeks ago. It's fairly interesting. And as a result of some of my research, I'm now much more aware of the state of international economies....
4. (rant) I wish my college weren't so insular, so much of a "bubble." I'm sure very few students have any idea what's going on in the outside world. (/rant)
5. I'm also at work at the moment, and have about an hour to go to work on this paper. I'm about halfway done, possibly a little more since I've done the preliminary thinking for the rest of the paper!
6. IM and cell phones are quite lovely for keeping in touch with friends and family. :-) Believe it or not, I even IM one friend of mine on campus more than I see him! (We have clashing class/meal schedules.) It beats Facebook Chat which always seems to have problems staying connected.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Of Mice and Men
Or, the Troubles of a Mouse
(all rights reserved; don't steal this story!)
Once upon a time, in a forest filled with trees, there resided--for the time being--a little grey mouse whose name was Patrick. Patrick was very sad and lonely, because he wasn't really supposed to be a mouse at all, but a little boy; but that was such along time ago. Unfortunately, the other forest dwellers left him all alone because they knew he was different.
Today was an unusual day, for he was feeling more depressed than normal. Walking through the forest, there came an old, old man who stopped when he saw the poor little mouse sitting there.
“Little friend,” he said “be not so woeful, your troubles can be overcome. Travel to the Shining City you see in the distance, I'm sure someone can help you there.”
And with that the old, old man went on his way. Patrick was even more troubled by the sayings of the old, old man because the Shining City was so very far in the distance and it would take weeks to travel there. “But,” he said to himself “would you rather have your troubles or a little hardship? A little hardship.” And so answering himself, he started on his way.
After a few hours, Patrick started getting into a darker part of the forest. “What was that?” he thought, when suddenly this crazed , drunk-looking rabbit ran towards him yelling “Beware, Beware!”
“Beware of what, I wonder,” but it was too late to ask, for the rabbit had already stumbled away. Duly warned, he continued on his journey through the forest, but there were so many strange noises that he jumped at every loud sound, like the low growl he heard coming from a nearby bush.
“Who's there?” called Patrick, and he didn't like the answer he got – which was a chorus of growls. But where could he go? Then he saw a faint light, and hoping that it was the end of the wood, he started running as fast as his little legs could carry him, but the monsters behind him were gaining on him! Finally, he made it out of the forest just before the monsters could grab him. The monsters started howling, the sound of which was so fascinating that Patrick turned around to look.
It was a wolf pack that had been chasing him and, as he watched, the leader came towards him and said, ”Don't be afraid, now that you are out of the forest, there is nothing we will do to you; for we are like a fence keeping things in the forest by order of the Faery, and the Faery said nothing about those who were out of the wood. Be careful, do not lie down in the flower meadow for it is enchanted.”
So saying,the wolf pack disappeared into the forest, and Patrick continued on his way. By now, Patrick was getting hungry so he stopped in the wheat field and ate some wheat and laid down to sleep, for it was already dusk. When Patrick awoke he ate some more and went his way toward the Shining City.
The next week of his travels was fairly uneventful, going through other woods,and other fields, and some grassy meadows. Then he came to a flower meadow but because it had been a while since the wolf leader had told him not to lie down, and because he was so tired and the meadow seemed so wonderful, he gradually fell asleep. After a while, he woke up and heard a sound like millions of bees buzzing, and millions of bees it was, all in a circle around him.
“A little mouse come to sleep in OUR garden,” said one.
“Let's sting him,” said another, and they all moved menacingly towards him.
Patrick jumped up and ran as fast as he could out of the meadow, but he got stung at least a dozen times. Fortunately, as he came out of the meadow, a dozen -or so- birds flocked around the bees and started eating them. Unfortunately, a hawk grabbed Patrick and flew away with him. The hawk dropped Patrick in his nest and flew off, leaving Patrick – who was by now bloated from the bee stings – all alone high up in the trees with several funny sounding eggs surrounding him. Of course he looked down, but the ground was so far off that he'd have died if he jumped and, being a mouse, Patrick had never been so high in a tree before.
“Oh dear, what am I going to do now?” he wondered aloud.
“Psst,” he heard, then “You there, what are you doing in that nest? Get out of there before the hawk comes back or you'll be dead meat!”
Looking around he saw a chipmunk, just about his size, over on another tree branch. “I don't know how to get out,” called Patrick, so the chipmunk helped him out and once they were safely down Patrick thanked her profusely for helping him. He told her where he was headed and why (though not the part about him once being a boy) and she said she would help him along since she was going that way; so they happily went along for a while until this evil black squirrel forced them to stop.
“Anyone who goes through this forest must pay a toll!” said the squirrel.
“But we have nothing to pay you with!” chorused Patrick and the chipmunk.
“Then you shall be put in confinement until you can pay!” and so saying he dragged them to a wood cell where he left them locked in.
“Now how are we going to get out of this mess?” said Patrick.
“Use your head, silly,” said the chipmunk. “How small is the lock hole?”
“How small is your tail?”
The light dawned on him. “Small enough,” so Patrick set about using his tail to unlock the cell, which of course he succeeded in doing because this is a pleasant story; if this were an unpleasant story they would be terrorized by the black squirrel and then eaten, but this is not that kind of story. So Patrick and the chipmunk got as far away from that woods as possible before they were exhausted, and stopped to rest, eat, and wash Patrick off from the bee poison.
“Hold still,” the chipmunk said.
“Ow!” said Patrick because the chipmunk had just poked him with a sharp object and the bee poison squirted out like juice from and orange.
“Feel better now?”
“Yes, thank you,” said Patrick, and they ate some scattered nuts and things, then went to sleep.
When they woke up, they checked the distance and it was still quite a ways to the Shining City. Out of the blue there came flying toward them a beautiful albatross who offered, after learning of their situation, to fly them close to the city so they wouldn't have to walk as far.
“Hold on, this will be a wild ride!” They did and it was a wonderful ride. After several hours they were close enough that the albatross let them off, wished them well and departed.
They had landed very close to an outlying town of the Shining City and had to travel through it, but the people were so big and in such a bustle that Patrick was afraid that they would get stepped on! They made it through though, with little mishap, but when they got to the gate of the Shining City, several of the villagers tried to stomp on them and shoo them away. The guards made the villagers stop and decreed that anybody – no matter how small – was allowed to go in the city as long as they had business in it. Patrick and the chipmunk managed to convey to the guard that they had business (though you can imagine how funny it looked to see the antics they had to go through) and they finally got into the city.
The city was made of glass, diamonds, and any other sparkling thing that you can imagine. It was so wonderful; after a while, they realized that they didn't know where to go to get help so they decided to go to the castle to seek help. When they got into the castle, to Patrick's surprise the old, old man was there and he seemed to be waiting for them.
“I see you endeavored to get rid of your troubles,” said the old, old man. “Do you still want to have your troubles lifted from you?”
Patrick looked at the chipmunk then he looked out at the villagers. “It is better to be with your own kind rather than masquerade as something you are not,” and so saying he hugged the chipmunk and said, “I will never forget you.” He turned to the old, old man and said, “I am ready,” then suddenly he became a human again (though not a boy, since time had passed him from childhood to adulthood).
Patrick looked to the chipmunk to see if she was afraid, but the chipmunk wasn't there. In her place there was a beautiful princess in fine clothes. He looked to the old, old man for an explanation, but the old, old man wasn't there, either! In his place was the King of the Realm (meaning the city and all they had traveled through), and he was saying, ”Thank you, young man, for finding my sister. You know her as a chipmunk, for a wicked woman cast a spell on her because of her goodness and beauty.”
“Y-Y-You're welcome,” stammered Patrick. Looking to the “chipmunk” he said, “Are we still friends?”
And Jennifer (for that was her name) said, “Yes we can still be friends.” Patrick then went to her, kissed her and they got married and lived happily ever after.
THE END :-)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
...because I have a fair amount of experience reporting on terrorists, and because terrorist groups produce large quantities of branded knickknacks, I’ve amassed an inspiring collection of al-Qaeda T-shirts, Islamic Jihad flags, Hezbollah videotapes, and inflatable Yasir Arafat dolls (really). All these things I’ve carried with me through airports across the country. I’ve also carried, at various times: pocketknives, matches from hotels in Beirut and Peshawar, dust masks, lengths of rope, cigarette lighters, nail clippers, eight-ounce tubes of toothpaste (in my front pocket), bottles of Fiji Water (which is foreign), and, of course, box cutters. I was selected for secondary screening four times—out of dozens of passages through security checkpoints—during this extended experiment. At one screening, I was relieved of a pair of nail clippers; during another, a can of shaving cream.
And what confidence I had just went down the drain....
I brought my journal and meditated some. 'Twas nice to just sit for awhile and think, you know?
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Focus on the Family has this website for college students-- TrueU.org--for which a certain J. Budziszewski writes. This man, who also goes by "Professor Theophilus," wrote How to Stay Christian in College a few years ago, a book which I highly recommend. (I read it just before I graduated from high school.) I used to read his columns in one of my favorite teen-magazines every chance I got; and now I can access new columns, written for semi-adults (as opposed to teens), online! Que maravilloso.
(How I wish I could insert Spanish letter characters more easily than cutting-and-pasting from a Word document....)
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Last night I went to a small group event--an outing, a trip to a football game and a bonfire included. 'Twas lovely, though rather chilly.
And I can't really think of much to write at the moment... life is just slipping by, quite serenely.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
A Tale of Two Houses
Al Gore's Energy Use
Now who's the conservationist...?
But anyway. Yeah, he gets some energy from "green" sources. Fine. OK, he buys "carbon offsets" to do restitution for his high energy use. Well and good. But, it's completely illogical to justify high energy use by saying one is using some "green" energy with it! Why not just use the green energy in the first place? Why not use as little energy as you can, so you can spread it around, green or not?
I don't think I can adequately explain this... but it just doesn't make sense to use a lot of energy when you could use less. And I'm sure, since he's already paying for this much energy, he could afford to make some changes of the sort.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
You know that hurricane that came by a couple days ago? Mr. Hurricane Ike? Yeah, that wind.
You see, though I am far inland, apparently the residue of the hurricane was still strong enough to knock down trees (both here on campus and around town), knock out power lines, and generally wreak havoc with life. So from Sunday supper till Tuesday lunch, we had no power except what was being generated in the student union and the cafeteria. And batteries....
So we learned to have FUN without electricity! For the most part, anyway. We played draw-pass (basically Telephone on paper), poker, euchre, volleyball, foosball, and a game known variously as Liar or B.S.; I took a couple bike rides, both with and without friends; played guitar and autoharp, and sang; and generally just sat around shooting the breeze.
Of course, we did have Guitar Hero hooked up to one TV in the student union for awhile, and SGA showed a movie Monday night too; but those were the peripheral events.
Oh, and we all had to sleep in the gyms (guys in small gym, girls in large one) Sunday night to ride out the worst of the storm. Not exactly my cup o' tea, but it was moderately fun. I didn't have any trouble sleeping on the hard floor, amazingly enough.
Friday, September 12, 2008
On the flip side: apparently a friend of mine did a very chivalrous act recently, and got himself in the young lady's mother's column. Read the whole story, but the gist of it is:
...No, what expired was the idea my 16-year-old daughter would have an escort to her Homecoming, a mere two days away.Now see? This is what makes a guy not just a guy, but a young man. And I only know a few young men like this--no more than I could count on one hand!
The date, let's call him Dudley, "Dud" for short, canceled, his excuse being something along the lines of, "My new girlfriend doesn't want me to go ... I am a spineless wimp ... sorry I didn't call earlier, like a month ago, and I am an idiot ... OK, bye."
....Thursday night our phone rang again. It wasn't Dud; it was Bobby. He asked if he might have the privilege of escorting my daughter to her Homecoming. Big points for Bobby, at least 100.
Bobby showed up Saturday night, in a crisp gray suit. 50 points. He presented my daughter with an expansive bouquet of flowers. 75 points. He inquired about my husband's livelihood. 20 points. He opened doors and pulled out chairs, add 60 more. They had the time of their lives. 120 points. He brought my daughter home safely (1,000 points), and asked her to his Homecoming in two weeks (300 points).
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Monday, September 08, 2008
Friday night... or perhaps Saturday morning... I spent hours playing poker. Now, I'd never known the first thing about poker till Labor Day, on which date I played a few rounds to learn, at a friend's house. (At least now I know the rudiments of Texas Hold'em.) So after watching a movie on Friday, we all decided that we didn't want to watch yet another video, and broke out the poker chips instead. I had some nice multicolored piles by 1:30, when we had to leave the apartment for the night (visiting hours... such is life on a Christian college campus, you know). At one point the owner of the poker chips was sure I was bluffing--when I actually did have a pair of kings in my hand--and I pretty much took all his good chips and left him with some ones and maybe a few fives. :-D
Saturday night I had to work... but I ended up at another apartment after that, so it was fun. And of course, last night we pretty much just had yet another bit of fun! Watching Disney movies, of all things. Oh, and we went to the park before that. No, really! The park is fun. At one point last week we had a dozen or so people there (at about midnight no less), and crammed.... I think eleven people onto one seesaw. Five on each side and one guy standing in the middle.
Friday, August 29, 2008
(It's even spelled with an H! Yes! *grin*)
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Thusly, though I've had myriad things run through my mind today, accompanied by the thought (time and again) that whatever-it-was would make for an interesting blog post, I can now conjure up absolutely nothing to write.
Although I must say, having... oh, say ten cookies for supper, is not really a good idea. But it tastes lovely, no?
Sunday, August 24, 2008
All right, enough with the sarcasm. My issue (today) with the NYT is its perpetuation of evolution-as-biology when it really is basically some sort of hypothetical branch of science based on the theories of some few scientists from the mid-1800s (which even their proponents would now hardly affirm).
This article betrays a couple misunderstandings which I had hoped could not have reached such "educated" folks as those who dwell in the heart of NYC.
Misunderstanding number one is the idea that evolution and natural selection are one and the same. Natural selection, properly understood, is also known as "survival of the fittest": traits that are already present are naturally weeded out according to how well or how badly they help the possessing species live long and propagate (prosper, if you will). Notice that it's a subtraction equation, and you end up with fewer traits than you started with. It can be described as the force behind extinction. But it can only operate within the confines of existing traits; that is the principle behind subtraction. You can't take three from two, and neither can you finish a subtraction equation with more than what you started with. (Using only zero and the positive numbers, that is--for all you incorrigible math perfectionists.) Evolution, though supposed to have operated mainly by natural selection, is much, much bigger than that--the analogy might look like this....
natural selection : evolution :: an engine : a car
Misunderstanding number two is the idea that evolution is really true science. I quote the article itself to describe science:
I repeat, "can't test it"... and just what, exactly, is testable about evolution? What part of the hypothesis--that some primordial mix somehow gave rise to life, or that ancient reptiles gained the DNA (from who knows where) to develop previously-lacking feathers--can be repeated, observed, or even simulated within the four walls of a laboratory? It's a story about what might have happened a billion years ago (literally)! Science has nothing to do with the past. It's all in the present; that's probably its main limitation. Try scientifically proving who won Waterloo. No set of chemical equations will ever give you the answer; only a historian can.
“Science explores nature by testing and gathering data,” he [Mr. Campbell] said. “It can’t tell you what’s right and wrong. It doesn’t address ethics.... Can anybody think of a question science can’t answer?”
“Is there a God?” shot back a boy near the window.
“Good,” said Mr. Campbell, an Anglican who attends church most Sundays. “Can’t test it. Can’t prove it, can’t disprove it. It’s not a question for science.”
And, as if to give me extra fodder for a rant... "To simulate natural selection, they [the students] pretended to be birds picking light-colored moths off tree bark newly darkened by soot." This is an obvious allusion to the peppered-moth study.... but of course peppered moths are nocturnal. Their color doesn't make near as much difference as one is led to think.
And I can't believe this teacher spent "weeks" (yes, weeks) on evolution. It's hardly “the organizing principle of life science," much as the Florida DOE would have you believe. However, since (according to the NYT) evolution is "the only accepted scientific explanation for the great variety of life on Earth...." (You see now why so many complain of media bias?) Whatever happened to learning about the incredible variety itself? Binomial nomenclature, anyone? Surely you can find enough in the five kingdoms to fill a year without resorting to weeks of hotly-proclaimed hypotheses.
Eh, I'll stop now. Someday when I get to be a real reporter..... but I'm working on it!
P.S. I give extra credit for those who can identify one historical allusion and two cultural allusions in my post today! I sincerely doubt that anyone besides my mom will be successful.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Three things that scare me:
1. Anybody in my family dying.
2. My external hard drive suddenly malfunctioning and losing all my photographs.
3. Somebody reading my journals. (Other than posthumously. I don't really care who reads 'em after I die, but till then they stay in my treasure chest.)
Three people who make me laugh:
2. Dad, and
Three things I love:
1. Church small groups
Three things I hate:
1. Losing friends.
2. Irresponsible congressional spending.
Three things I don't understand:
1. The appeal of cigarette smoke.
2. Why some people don't like peanut butter.
3. The purpose of stretch SUVs.
Three things on my table next to me:
1. Mom's letterhead.
2. A brochure from our town's anniversary celebration.
3. umm.... a lot of other stuff! What to choose? Ah, here we go. A Keith Green tape.
Three things I'm doing right now:
1. Half-watching an episode of Stargate.
2. Wishing I could see a better picture of a certain courtroom morality display.
3. Blogging. But that's obvious. I'm also e-mailing my cousin, or rather, will be!
Three things I want to do before I die:
1. Visit New York City.
2. Get paid for writing.
3. Learn to ice skate.
Three things I can do:
1. Roller skate well.
3. Understand Eugene Meltsner.
Three ways to describe my personality:
3. Dryly humorous.
Three things I can't do:
1. The floor spin.
2. Drive a long distance without companionship.
3. Wear a watch.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
1. I actually got most of the way through my writing project.... er, the first draft. Still have some to add, then comes editing!
2. I've not touched the book, at least that I remember. AND I have another journalism book (that looks fascinating!) to add to that reading, all of which must be finished in the next two weeks.
3. The special music didn't pan out, so I didn't have to practice for that after all.
4. Don't even ask about the college planning. Zilch.
5. No calligraphy yet either. At least that can wait indefinitely!
6. But I did write a couple days in my journal!
However, I did finish shopping for clothes that I needed, and altered one of my new-to-me pairs of jeans this afternoon! Nothing too outlandish (not like my last pair, that's for sure), but something unique just to flare the boot-cut legs. Didn't take too long. All I did was take some denim and broadcloth (both conveniently left over from old sewing projects!) and basically inserted them into the seam. The two fabrics made an interesting effect. I don't have pics though.
I should start my own line of jeans. Just for me. :-)
Well I really ought to get going on my book...... hmm.....
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Because of all the projects I'm working on. Projects = things I enjoy doing that have some structure to them, like a book or something.
1. I started a rather lengthy writing project Sunday and haven't touched it since.
2. I'm halfway through a book on journalism, a fascinating one about bias and slant and such undesirable traits in the NYT.
3. I'm playing guitar this Sunday for a church special music thing.
4. I do need to start planning my packing for college eventually....
5. And my sister has awakened in me a sporadic urge to do some calligraphy, maybe to write a poem or something. It's just so much fun!
6. I don't think I've written in my journal for weeks... wow. I'll have a LOT of writing to catch up on.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Another thing: Atlantic Monthly and the NY Times both had articles dealing with newfangled "literacy" thanks to the 'Net. Is Google Making Us Stupid? (which appears to have started this debate) and The Literacy Debate--Online, R U Really Reading? fascinated me.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I'd be napping now, but I'm waiting for Mom to make pancakes for lunch. I did attempt a nap earlier; the air conditioning prevented comfort though.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Consider what it's like to look in a box that appears normal, only to discover a jar of dead cockroaches... yep, cockroaches floating in some sort of preservative (that is non-hazardous, as the label hastened to point out).
Country music today at work, instead of the rap/pop. All things considered, I like this radio station much better. Funny thing is, sometimes the songs played are something I'd expect on a Christian station instead of a secular station. Perhaps country music isn't as compartmentalized as the rest of the music genres. It's a refreshing thought, anyway.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Suppose you're on a game show, where there are three doors--one of which conceals an Aston Martin in mint condition, and the other two of which conceal goats. (Obviously you're aiming for the Aston Martin.) You are told to pick a door, then the host--who knows where the Aston Martin is--will open one of the other doors to reveal a goat. You pick door number one; the host opens door number three, exposing a goat. Should you switch to door number two or stick with your original choice?
The answer is completely and unbelievably counterintuitive.
(Oh, yeah, that other riddle... the probability is 1/125, at least in my opinion.)
Saturday, July 19, 2008
And the variety of customers! These addresses make me think of random songs, occasionally, if the city in the address resembles some lyric or just reminds me of a song through an inexplicable series of associations. So sometimes I simply start singing right in the middle of dealing with a bunch of boxes. Nobody can hear me though, or nobody cares.
The reason? Besides the machinery drowning out everything, there are radios everywhere blasting the local hit radio station... so I hear more rap and pop each day at work than all I have ever heard before I started this job.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
"Four people each flip a fair coin five times. What is the exact probability that they each get the same number of heads?"
I have my answer. It's pretty easy.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
The Prince Edward character is just annoying; the Queen gets the best lines (in proportion to her speaking role!); and I like... oh, what WAS the girl's name? You know, the star of the show! You'd think I'd be able to remember that. Giselle, that's it. I like her hair best when it's sorta curly, but not up in an '80's-style poofy 'do. I don't like her name at all. Evelyn would've fit better, I think.
Bee and I love the big dance song in it, the one in the park with the steel drum band! :-)
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
And it's nothing of the sort! It's simply that the NYT is jealous of her fortune (and doesn't think she's spending it well--but that's a different story), and the 45% of it that would be taken in taxes if it hadn't been "donated" to a "charitable" cause. According to the NYT, "The charitable deduction constitutes a subsidy from the federal government... her $8 billion donation for dogs is really a gift of $4.4 billion from her and $3.6 billion from you and me." AND THAT'S WRONG!! There's no way you can call HER money YOURS just because it happens to be taxable! Money that "should've" been taxed is still NOT the government's, and NOT yours and NOT mine, but whoever's it first belonged to.
As if any of us had a right to other people's money. The government can't spend what it doesn't have--including untaxed charitable donation money.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Second item of news: I'm enjoying the cable internet!
Third (and real) item of news: We'll be junking the old car (the Subaru) tonight.
And just for the fun of it: Peanut butter and strawberry jam on a tortilla is amazingly good. Especially if you butter the tortilla first, I might add.
Friday, July 04, 2008
I had to work today, oddly enough. Apparently it's the first time this company's done this (in the memory of some of the seasonals anyway). Short day, though, and the company fed us all sorts of ice cream on one of the breaks. :-)
Then immediately after I got back from work, we went to see fireworks! Now, my family didn't used to be able to see fireworks much; all we caught were glimpses of the city fireworks from the camp we usually attend over the Fourth. But, both this year and last year the camp managed to miss the weekend of the Fourth--it was scheduled over the previous weekend both times, I think--so we've been able to actually see fireworks, after years of missing out on 'em!
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Quite a bit has happened...
The car died. My poor little car. :-( Well, not mine really. Just the old family car that I got to tool around in.
I started my job, as I mentioned. Not too bad. Easy. Keeps me on my feet, that's for sure! And I whistle or sing a lot while I'm working. Somebody actually noticed it last night and asked what I was singing.
Got to see three of my best friends from college! And I'll get to see one of 'em again the weekend after this one. I don't know how I'll survive in the meantime. :-P
Camp is coming up... so I'll be absent (again) for a few days.
And I just found out that a couple of my friends from college just got engaged. (Facebook is an astounding communicative medium, don't you know?) Los novios are less than five months older than I am! That's just crazy.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Friday, June 13, 2008
Anyhow, I was on late last night IMing a friend from college. At one point she was having me answer questions on some psychological quizzes--you know, the kind where it asks you about your dream house and says "the size of the house is representative of" something or other. And the results are a good example of three things:
1. Why I am too concrete to take these types of quizzes
2. Why these quizzes are worth nil if you take them seriously
3. Why they afford a LOT of amusement at midnight!
So, among other things, I learned...
...my brother is the one that I love
...my dad is my lucky star (whatever that means!)
..."Raindrops keep falling on my head" is the song telling how I feel about life
..."You see a deer. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems."
..."Is your dream house surrounded by a fence? You answered no. No fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times."
..."You walk to the dining area and see the dining table. flowers in a cool porcelain vase, on top of a green tablecloth are on and around the table. If your answer did not include food, people, or flowers, then you are generally unhappy."
...and lastly: "You pick it up, check it for cracks, wash it if it's usable." Apparently what I do with the plastic cup--the thing in question--is representative of my attitude towards one of my best friends? (This one was my favorite.)
Point proven! :-D
Friday, June 06, 2008
My most recent additions to my songbook (bringing the total in my book of songs to 74) were the words & chords to "Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head" and "Lean On Me." Well, I haven't yet written in the chords for that last song, but I know them. It's quite an interesting chord progression! (1-major to 2-minor to 3-minor to 4, or in other words C-Dm-Em-F for most of the song.) I'm quite proud of myself that I actually figured that out on my own, while fooling around on my cousins' piano. Yep. All outta my head. :-D (Oh, here's a decent YouTube video of it.)
For Raindrops, I just transposed them out of a book.
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Lord of the Flies - William Golding
Brave New World - Aldous Huxley
Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
It Can't Happen Here - Sinclair Lewis
Oedipus Rex - Sophocles
As You Like It - William Shakespeare
Much Ado About Nothing - William Shakespeare
East of Eden - John Steinbeck
Wuthering Heights - Emily Brontë
Anthem - Ayn Rand
Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
Othello - William Shakespeare
The Fountainhead - Ayn Rand
A Canticle for Leibowitz - Walter Michael Miller, Jr.
The Jungle - Upton Sinclair
Rebecca - Daphne DuMaurier
Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck
The Scarlet Letter - Nathaniel Hawthorne
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Timeline - Michael Crichton
Gone with the Wind - Margaret Mitchell
The Importance of Being Earnest - Oscar Wilde
Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
Emma - Jane Austen
A Doll's House - Henrik Ibsen
A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens
Hard Times - Charles Dickens
The Series of Unfortunate Events - "Lemony Snicket"
Phantastes - George MacDonald
The Pursuit of God - A.W. Tozer
This Present Darkness - Frank Peretti
Piercing the Darkness - Frank Peretti
The Oath - Frank Peretti
Three - Ted Dekker
House - Ted Dekker & Frank Peretti
The O'Malley Series - Dee Henderson
Speak - Laurie Halse Anderson
Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll
Through the Looking Glass - Lewis Carroll
Finding Alice - Melody Carlson
The Wizard of Oz - L.Frank Baum
Screwtape Letters - C.S. Lewis
Mere Christianity - C.S. Lewis
Farenheit 451 - Ray Bradbury
1984 - George Orwell
Napoleon of Notting Hill - G.K. Chesterton
But before that, I finished "Wuthering Heights." I thought I might like it more than I did, since Emily Bronte's sis Charlotte wrote one of my favorites books, but the characters, especially Catherine Earnshaw and Heathcliff, in "Wuthering Heights"... are just entirely too dark, too... inconceivably cruel, unbelievably inhuman. Sure, it was a fascinating book, and it makes one wonder about the depths of human depravity that one can sink to; but there is little to redeem the characters, almost nothing to help one to pity either the lady or the beast. (I still cannot call that character a man; that implies too much gentleness.)
And it didn't seem quite so dark when I was reading it, sort of; it settled after I finished it, how bleak was the setting--the lonely moor with two houses, the lonely families that are hated neighbors and hating.
I read "Alice in Wonderland" this past weekend, but didn't enjoy it as much as I had hoped I would. It's a little too fanciful, perhaps, or just not my type of humor. Dunno. I decided against reading "Through the Looking Glass."
Friday, May 23, 2008
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Crime and Punishment
One Hundred Years of Solitude
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
Pride and Prejudice
The Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers Karamazov
Guns, Germs, and Steel
War and Peace
The Time Traveler’s Wife
The Blind Assassin
The Kite Runner
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
Reading Lolita in Tehran : a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Wicked : the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian : a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New World
The Count of Monte Cristo
A Clockwork Orange
The Once and Future King
The Grapes of Wrath
The Poisonwood Bible
Angels & Demons
The Satanic Verses
Sense and Sensibility
The Picture of Dorian Gray
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest
To the Lighthouse
Tess of the D’Urbervilles
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
The Sound and the Fury
Angela’s Ashes : a memoir
The God of Small Things
A People’s History of the United States : 1492-present
A Confederacy of Dunces
A Short History of Nearly Everything
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake
Collapse : how societies choose to fail or succeed
The Catcher in the Rye
On the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics : a rogue economist explores the hidden side of everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance : an inquiry into values
In Cold Blood : a true account of a multiple murder and its consequences
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Q: Explain one of the processes by which water can be made safe to drink.
A: Flirtation makes water safe to drink because it removes large pollutants like grit, sand, dead sheep and canoeists.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
...if the dust is actually obscuring parts of the floor. Check, at least behind the furniture!
...if you have so many books they're filling up boxes that lay around the room. Check.
...if you have slight troubles traversing the distance from your desk to your bed to your closet. Check.
...if you don't even wear half the clothes filling your dresser. Check.
...if you haven't even lived at home for several months. Double-check.
Thus, I have kept relatively busy over the past day and a half. :-P
Friday, May 16, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
A friend of mine got on Facebook's "Pieces of Flair" application (like Bumper Sticker only snazzy and smooth), and by about eleven last night had sifted through 136 pages of Flair.
He made it to 201 pages this morning.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Well plenty has happened in the first ten days of May. I had my last class day of the year; had not one, not two, but THREE days of choir concerts (well, two days were tours to area schools and the third day was the actual hour-long concert); attended two concerts in which I actually did not perform (one conglomerate band concert and one large choir concert); finished a video project of which I'm quite proud; and generally had plenty of time on my hands even after I'd done all the work I was supposed to do!
I even got time to sing with friends again, hanging out after the band concert. We had four parts at one point, and we blended really well! Fortunately everyone reads music better than I do, so I can simply sing the soprano part that I know and the rest can do whatever they want with harmony. :-)
We've had really good weather for awhile now too.... until about two days ago. It got dreary and drizzly, so I couldn't fly my kite. I still haven't caught a good windy day for it. I'll get one eventually though. There's always wind in spring and fall.... although it's probably more pronouned in fall. No importe. Voy a divertirme esta semana.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Yes, say I, because otherwise I'd simply get on Facebook and be doing something even more mindless.
Such is my job. Some days I actually have something to do... others, I sit behind a desk and chat on Facebook or do some such thing. Occasionally I'll do homework too.
I sit here staring over a counter through a window-space, waiting for people to come ask me something and give me something to help them with!
Es aburrido a veces. Pero puedo pensar porque no hay ruido aquí.
EDIT: bah, I do need to remember that "hay"!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
So I have a box in my closet full of dawg chow ingredients and utensils... minus a cup of margarine. We were going to grab it out of the fridge on our way out, but forgot.
So I asked the chef here at the college cafeteria if he could give me a cup of margarine, and he goes ahead and hands me a one-pound block of it! Saves me a trip to Wal-Mart.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
So a five of us biked about twenty miles yesterday evening before sunset! Same route as my last twenty-mile ride, only this time we actually found this little ice cream stand just beyond the place where I turned around last time. We got ice cream, enjoyed ourselves, took pictures and went back (just in time for me to get to my small group meeting). It was my fourth ride on this route, I believe.
I must have a good bike. I'm not sore.
In other news.... I scheduled classes today.... um, I'm helping with the latest drama production's costuming.... yeah, just random stuff. Pretty much enjoying my last few weeks of freshman year.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Although I did spend the better part of the morning figuring out my class schedule for next year, simply because I had nothing else to do. It seems to be a theme today.
But the situation will improve in about ten minutes. I will have choir, then I'll go do something for a class (which I prepared for this morning), then have supper, then... oh wait. I need to find something to do with myself this evening!
Sigh. At least I should have a leetle more work to do next year.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
So I went yesterday.... the weather was absolutely gorgeous, and if I hadn't been able to get out for awhile I would've gone stir-crazy (again). My friend and I covered more than just the original new route though. We ended up going on a twenty-mile (round trip) ride before I had to go to small group last night, just because there was time. I loved it! And I'm not even sore yet today.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
Last night at ballroom dancing, a few friends and I worked on making a group dance out of the Hustle... and really did make good headway on it! We've managed to work four moves in, besides the basic. You can't imagine how odd we look, though--for one thing, we all move closer into the circle at one point, so we look like an expanding and collapsing starburst the whole time.
Monday, March 24, 2008
#1: I refurbished a hand-me-down pair of sparkly jeans. :-)
#2: I finished another journal (my eighth, to be exact). And I finally photographed some maps I drew awhile ago....
For the maps, your best bet is to click on them and find a larger size, especially for that last one (which is my best I'm sure).
Saturday, March 22, 2008
BOOK is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology; no wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. It's so easy to use even a child can operate it. Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere, even sitting in an armchair by the fire, yet it is powerful enough to hold as much information as a CD-ROM disc.
Here is how it works: BOOK is constructed of sequentially numbered sheets of recyclable paper, each capable of holding thousands of bits of information. The pages are locked together with a custom-fit device called a binder, which keeps the sheets in their correct sequence. Opaque Paper Technology (OPT) allows manufacturers to use both sides of the sheet, doubling the information density and cutting costs. Each sheet is scanned optically, registering information directly into your brain. A flick of your finger takes you to the next sheet. BOOK may be taken up at any time and used merely by simply opening it.
BOOK never crashes or requires rebooting. The Browse feature allows you to move instantly to any sheet, and move forward or backward as you wish. Many come with an Index feature, which pinpoints the exact location of any selected information for instant retrieval. An optional "BOOKMARK" accessory allows you to open BOOK to the exact place you left it in a previous session, even if the BOOK is closed. BOOKMARKS fit universal design standards; thus, a single BOOKMARK can be used in BOOKS by various manufacturers. Conversely, numerous BOOKMARKS can be used in a single BOOK if the user wants to store numerous views at once. The number is limited by the number of pages in the BOOK.
You can also make personal notes next to BOOK text entries with an optional programming tool, named: "Portable Erasable Nib Cryptic Intercommunication Language Stylus"-or-"PENCILS."
Portable, durable and affordable, the BOOK is being hailed as the precursor of a huge entertainment wave. BOOK'S appeal seems so certain that thousands of content-creators have committed to the platform and investors are reportedly flocking to the new phenomenon. Look for a flood of new titles soon.
(Nope, I certainly didn't write it... it's been circulating on the Internet for years.)
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
I get to keep my sister up telling her all sorts of stuff about college... mostly stories about the events and people there. I daresay most of the people at college have little idea how much I tell stories about them! But I believe I have told the principal characters , and I don't think they mind much. And of course the stories are purely for enjoyment; I don't think they reflect badly upon anyone.
I also get to look around for summer jobs... am trying again to get involved with the local paper, and I signed up with a temp agency earlier this week. I liked the lady at the temp place--she was very nice and intrigued by my journalism/Spanish combination of interests.
And lastly, I get to fool around on my mother's sewing machine (which actually functions, as opposed to my broken one) and refurbish pairs of hand-me-down jeans... pics coming soon. You won't believe what I've done. :-)
Friday, March 14, 2008
But, in the middle of a class (of all places), I remembered!
The names are...
and (drumroll please)....
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
Sunday, March 09, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Today I was debating the definition of "normal" with a guy I know through a friend (whom I know through a couple other friends). Basically, he was being the devil's advocate and arguing from the normal=majority definition that the majority are abnormal and thus the word becomes meaningless because that means abnormality is normal and logically impossible. Think about it... if what's normal is what constitutes the majority, ok. But a lot of people do not fit into the majority, right? Perhaps a majority don't? Then, it's in the majority to be abnormal... and thus, to be abnormal is to be normal, and vice versa. He admitted the logical flaw at the end and we all started laughing.
Immediately succeeding aforesaid debate about normality, another friend and I picked up a previous conversation.... regarding the question of what superpower one would choose if one could have it for the asking. He had chosen immortality, and thus the conversation turned to the possibilities latent in an unending life (like in Tuck Everlasting, where one would not even age). One could be mayor of Washington, D.C., for example, and work for however long it took to gain control over the electrical supply to Congress or something (you've got all the time in the world, so there would be no trouble about waiting for the "opportune moment"). Of course, there's also the question of whether such an immortal being would be able to feel pain, and whether it would be possible for him to be hurt since he could not die. Consider, if one could get hurt, then perhaps one could get hurt so much, so quickly, that one would die! Right?
Immediately succeeding Exhibit B, there was a quick discussion of whether a zombie would go for a baked potato, smothered in sour cream, bacon bits, and other such toppings, if brains were not available and he had the choice of any food in the caf. The guy from Exhibit A postulated that the potato on the girl's plate opposite resembled brains.... don't ask me how!
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Assuming I have a blog in my post-college years, there may be a Second Leap Day Post!
Anyways... happy February 29th to you all. It doesn't even come once a year, like other days; it's so special, it only shows up once in four years! Kinda like a presidential election, but less politically charged.
Have a nice day. :-)
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
And apparently I'm not the first one on this campus to sport a cape. It seems that before my time--maybe a couple years ago--there was a girl who looked a bit like me, a religion major, who often wore a cape. I'm asked occasionally by strangers, out of the blue, whether I have a sister who used to go here; and that unknown phantom of the college's past is the reason.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I've also played Halo, as of Saturday night. I don't quite understand the appeal of video games, but I guess it was all right. It was hilarious to watch some of my friends' reactions when I shot them out of nowhere. :-P
Thirdly, I was introduced to Dean Martin & Jerry Lewis comedy on Saturday after lunch.
This has been quite the weekend of new experiences!
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Monday, February 18, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
So far my favorite part of Screwtape is letter 13, in which Screwtape is exhorting his nephew Wormwood not to let his assigned human enjoy any real pleasures... because "the characteristic of Pains and Pleasures is that they are unmistakably real, and therefore, as far as they go, give the man who feels them a touchstone of reality... it (a real pleasure) would just kill by contrast all the trumpery which you have been so laboriously teaching him to value...." Intriguing, isn't it?
I also started re-reading A.W. Tozer's The Pursuit of God, but that was awhile ago and I still haven't gotten far... still, the good thing about this book is that you can read one of those chapters in about five or ten minutes (they're short) and think about it for a few days. Good stuff. (I've mentioned Tozer a couple times , back in '06.)
Oh yeah; as of this post, I'll be ten posts away from two hundred. Beautiful!
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Friday, February 15, 2008
"In the Land of Oden"
In the land of Oden
There stands a mountain
Ten thousand miles in the air
From edge to edge
That mountain measures
Ten thousand miles square
Once every million years
A little bird comes winging
Sharpens its beak upon that mountain
And quickly disappears
And quickly disappears
And when that mountain
It wears away
Into eternity will be one single day
In the land of Oden
There stands a mountain
Ten thousand miles in the air
Thursday, February 14, 2008
As I mentioned, I went speed-dating tonight at a Student Government-sponsored speed dating party. I sat in the same chair for about two hours, perhaps more, yet talked to I don't know how many guys about nothing in particular (except that I must've repeated my first name and major about twenty times). Of course, this was for kicks; and boy, did I ever get a bunch of laughs!
--a professional ballroom dancer who refuses to go to ballroom dance. (Our theory is that he's too used to concentrating on structure & technique.)
--a half-Brit whose grandmother lives in the British Isles somewhere, whose parents met in New Zealand, and whose goal is to go to New Zealand for photography.
--a guy who thought he was going to play pool, but got drafted into this; he started tossing around the fake rose petals.
--several guys I sorta knew before.
--and one weird guy who may actually have taken the whole "speed-dating" thing seriously.
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
I'll be posting more often! :-)
What's new? Hmm....
1. I'm sending FIVE thank-you letters out tonight... two for Christmas gifts (notes I didn't get around to writing somehow), one for a belated graduation card, another Christmas gift thank-you which I put off on purpose (I wanted to form a skirt from the given fabric first), and a Valentine's package I got.
2. Oh yes! The lovely ladies at my home church sent me a box full of goodies and snacks and some post-it notes and a cute little teensy weensy notepad! I received it sometime last week, and between my snacking and a movie night most of it's gone now. It was wonderful though; it had lots of peanut-butter-and-chocolate candy in it! (Reese's Cups, some Hershey's PB-and-chocolate, and some KitKats. I don't know if the KitKats are PB-and-c, but they're sure yummy.)
3. I was videographer for a crazy lip-syncing "Ode to Valentine's Day" which a couple of my best friends put together. It's not on YouTube yet, so I haven't seen the finished product, but I expect it will be sometime late tonight (or perhaps early tomorrow; the editor has a bad habit of staying up late, though her roommate is much worse).
4. I'm going speed dating tonight... see, this is one of those "Ring By Spring!" Christian colleges, which it itself even admits; and to spoof it, there's the speed dating. The concept is hilarious. :-D The aforementioned lip-syncing friends are also going so I'll have people to laugh with, guaranteed!
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
OK, now for the update. I was a fox and a villager in this hilarious one-act called "Eyefellgloffenhootenanniemerryberrycrunch".... that was a blast. It opened last Thursday, and the last performance of the three was Saturday afternoon. My siblings were here for the weekend, visiting, so they went to that and accompanied me to the cast party that evening.
Apparently, cast parties around here consist of a lot of drama/acting games... charades, etc. I enjoyed it. Charades alone went for at least an hour, I'd guess... it was the longest game. A new one for me was "welcome to the ____ family" in which a volunteer is led out of earshot while the game is explained, then led back in. When the volunteer returns everyone has to imitate what they do, while of course the volunteer has no idea we were told to do this. When they sit down it's the end of the round, and sometimes the volunteer will figure out the game before they sit and start doing funny stuff (the one who figured it out this time stuck her finger up her nose, among other things).
My brother stayed over at a friend's apartment, since I can't have guys in the girls' dorm (obviously). He had a ball, and I think he learned quite a bit about obscure weaponry from said friend. They were talking at Sunday lunch and my friend told my brother not to tell me what all he showed him, because I'm not even aware of all the weapons stashed there. I'm not worried however. :-)
Sunday night was by far the highlight of the week, though. But let me start at the beginning. During the preparation for Friday night's performance, I and a few of the other cast members just happened to start singing some song... I forget what; it may have been Kum-ba-yah. And we discovered we had a very good blend, so we decided to get together again after all the fuss over the play was over... fast-forward to Sunday night. Three of us met in the music room, picked a few songs we liked, and started working on fine-tuning our performance of them. "Be Thou My Vision," "Lean On Me," "Shut De Do," a few others. (We want to do "Lord of the Dance" sometime later on!)
And after that adjourned, my one friend (in fact, the Witch of the one-act play) who had an original song with her let me sit down at the piano and try to accompany her while she sang it. (She was attempting, successfully, to remember how it went.) I had a lot of fun doing it, and she was quite pleased with my accompaniment. :-)
So began another week here at Sarah's College. Stay tuned to hear about my second time meeting with the small voice ensemble which is led by a choir director with a strong, funny personality!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
But in the meantime, my poor old sewing machine broke. I warred for half an hour with it before supper, and for a few more minutes afterwards; and the result of all the fussing was my discovery that a little plastic gear in the depths of the machine was responsible for the whole thing turning useless. I was just half a hem away from completely finishing this skirt, and the machine went kaput! I was determined to get this thing done, so I camped out in the dorm lobby for... three hours, maybe? and hand-sewed the rest of the hem. And on what amounts to a double-circular skirt, that is no easy task.
But it is finished! And I promise I'll put up some pictures tomorrow... in addition to all the photos I took in downtown Washington, D.C.
Thursday, January 24, 2008
My grandmother died...
I'm going to D.C. for the first time in my life...
I found out I've made the cut for the select voice ensemble here...
And I've just been offered my first minimum-wage job.
Now doesn't that sound like a huge week to you?
Not to mention my two parts in a one-act play here, for which I will be practicing four hours today; it's my first ever theatrical experience (not counting cute, no-budget Christmas programs at church).
Man, I didn't know my eighteenth year would carry with it so many changes....
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
I really can't think of anything to post, but since I'm sitting in the computer lab across from the classroom in which I have an exam in about twenty-three minutes I might as well post something. I already did three online practice quizzes, so it's not like I'm procrastinating as far as study goes. In fact, I actually learned a little from the quizzes, I think.
Slingshots are cool. A friend showed me one last night that has an arm brace so it's easier to hold it still when you're aiming it and pulling the rubber band thingy back.
Over break I'm going on a TRIP!!! I love trips. Hence, I went home this past weekend because I won't be home on break. (Oh, yeah... this is a college with a J-term in between semesters, so there's a comparatively short Christmas break before J-term and a teensy little break between J-term and the spring semester.) This will be a very interesting trip, too; and I'll have lots of pictures to show, and stories to tell, next week once I get back!! :-)
Saturday, January 19, 2008
He who knows not, and knows not that he knows not, is a fool; shun him.
He who knows not, and knows that he knows not, is a child; teach him.
He who knows, and knows not that he knows, is blind; lead him.
He who knows, and knows that he knows, is wise; follow him.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Two parts, actually; one named "villager number two" and one named "Mr. Fox" who shall hereafter be known as "Miss Fox." And, added together, they actually have a decent amount of lines. Of course, there are basically two stars of the show--the Witch and the little girl who saves the day--but everyone else has roughly equal amounts of lines, perhaps partly due to a little doubling that had to be arranged.
Since there are four or five village people in a group, in this particular play, we are contemplating the different occupations we should have... maybe you see where this is going?... and have nearly settled on the policeman, the construction worker, and the Indian for three of them. We might try to work in a little "YMCA" movement during some down time too.... wouldn't that be hilarious? :-D
And the Witch! She's a friend of mine, one who's very good at adopting accents; and this time around she's acting the part of a Cockney witch. "I haven't the foggiest notion" and everything. She also does a very good Irish accent, and has the red hair to match; she was Mrs. Paroo in one production of "The Music Man," so she had to learn an Irish accent well. I've been helping her memorize her lines... the one she almost always stumbles over is:
"As a matter of fact, you're exactly exact!"
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Then today, there's an article about five homeschooled children (the emphasis might as well be theirs) who were killed, and their mom is being charged; while explicitly denying any link between homeschooling and child abuse ("For sure, the fact that Ms. Jacks’s children last attended school in March in no way accounts for their deaths"), the article nevertheless implies that, had the children not been removed from school last March, their bodies would not have been found stabbed and strangled recently (in several statements saying that homeschoolers "get out of" the best "surveillance" for monitoring abuse). Seriously, to read the article you'd think "oh no! Homeschooled kids disappear from the face of the earth when they're not in school!" when this case is in fact an anomaly.
Bah. I wish WORLD sent out daily news updates. Or perhaps I should look into WorldNetDaily?