today i am turkeying and gobbling. this is about the tenth turkey i've ever prepared, and it's always a bit of an adventure. i love the whole process, with the possible exception of the stress over whether the bird will be thawed out in time.
i love dicing apples.
i love mincing celery.
i love plumping raisins.
i love watching the stuffing swell.
i love whipping up butter and sage.
i love using my digital meat thermometer.
i love peeling back the tin foil.
i love wearing an apron.
i love eating the final product.
i love remembering all the thanksgivings, christmases, and easters past for which i made turkey, and thinking of the friends who sat around that feast with me!
i still don't know how to carve the turkey or make a gravy i'm really happy with, but... yay! it's turkey day!
i think i'm going to put on "white christmas" while i wrap a couple of gifts and wait to unveil my masterpiece!
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Showing posts with label quartet. Show all posts
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Thursday, February 12, 2009
m is for mandolins and memories
this song has defined so many moments in my life... listening to it feels like a solid, all-enveloping hug from a faithful friend. i remember that chris hated it and ross and i bonded over it and that adam duritz rocks my world. you know, when he's not busy killing me softly with his song.
when kindness falls like rain...
(start at the one minute mark)
when kindness falls like rain...
(start at the one minute mark)
Monday, January 19, 2009
cinq
five little updates:
1) the only laptop keys that still won't work are x, g, and one of my shift keys, with v bein' occasionally stubborn. gonna give it a week before decidin' what to do. a whole lot of my verbs are now soundin' southern. :)
2) reelin' from thinkin' way too much about gender politics. this semester is gonna hurt.
3) went to wendy's for lunch with my two department colleagues... so now i miss the quartet so very much. the theology girls, too, but i miss the guys more acutely because jamie and nathan are both (gentle?)men.
4) something, whatever, let's move on to #5 because...
5) cori and james set a date! feel free to send them a wedding pi(e)! :D
to celebrate, i'm off to reheat sarmale and read more about women in the early church...
1) the only laptop keys that still won't work are x, g, and one of my shift keys, with v bein' occasionally stubborn. gonna give it a week before decidin' what to do. a whole lot of my verbs are now soundin' southern. :)
2) reelin' from thinkin' way too much about gender politics. this semester is gonna hurt.
3) went to wendy's for lunch with my two department colleagues... so now i miss the quartet so very much. the theology girls, too, but i miss the guys more acutely because jamie and nathan are both (gentle?)men.
4) something, whatever, let's move on to #5 because...
5) cori and james set a date! feel free to send them a wedding pi(e)! :D
to celebrate, i'm off to reheat sarmale and read more about women in the early church...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
no play-by-play
but here are some highlights from my recent trip to italy and romania:
- spent three five-hour chunks walking around rome
- lived with a l'arche community in nearby ciampino: ate, danced, and played
- sampled good eats (see this album)
- finished reading "how proust can change your life"
- pondered religious art, tourism, beauty, and democracy
- thought a lot about expectations and disappointment, particularly with reference to caravaggio
- stood in the same room as a two works by caravaggio and didn't pass out
- reignited friendships with jann arden, miranda stone, and great big sea... all canadian artists!
- was so very grateful i'd taken french in school
- discussed mysticism on the spanish steps (and made a guy nearly swoon by vaguely knowing who urs von balthazar is... thanks, steve!)
- tried buffallo mozzarella which - it had never occurred to me before! - comes from buffallo milk
- benefitted from the kindness of strangers on countless occasions
- discovered just how lacy the italian coast is - it's a mess of curves!
- got sunburned
- got caked with sea salt, straight out of the sea
- pilgrimaged back to bucharest
- reunited with old friends
- danced with dad... and contemplated dance lessons
- laughed so, so, so much
- renewed my appreciation for a room with four walls and a door!
- started reading just war theory stuff
- travelled by plane, train, metro, busses of different lengths and heights, cars and vans, motor boat, skybridge, funicular, teleferique, airport shuttle, teeny elevator, and foot... sadly, no scooters this time
- can't wait to go back
see also this, this, this, and that.
travelling tips:
- have a plan
- be ready to abandon it
- consider wearing a wedding ring
- don't try too hard to understand popular tourism... it makes no sense.
- cobblestone is slippery when wet
- talk to strangers
- watch out for little dogs or you might kick them by mistake
- don't let cab drivers treat you like crap
- take the time to sit and listen
- sunrise/sunset are wonderful times of day. make a point of noticing.
- having a dog escort home at midnight is more amusing than confidence-inspiring, but it's still way better than nothing
- know enough of the language to be able to tell people you can't speak it
- spend more time experiencing than you do recording experiences
- spent three five-hour chunks walking around rome
- lived with a l'arche community in nearby ciampino: ate, danced, and played
- sampled good eats (see this album)
- finished reading "how proust can change your life"
- pondered religious art, tourism, beauty, and democracy
- thought a lot about expectations and disappointment, particularly with reference to caravaggio
- stood in the same room as a two works by caravaggio and didn't pass out
- reignited friendships with jann arden, miranda stone, and great big sea... all canadian artists!
- was so very grateful i'd taken french in school
- discussed mysticism on the spanish steps (and made a guy nearly swoon by vaguely knowing who urs von balthazar is... thanks, steve!)
- tried buffallo mozzarella which - it had never occurred to me before! - comes from buffallo milk
- benefitted from the kindness of strangers on countless occasions
- discovered just how lacy the italian coast is - it's a mess of curves!
- got sunburned
- got caked with sea salt, straight out of the sea
- pilgrimaged back to bucharest
- reunited with old friends
- danced with dad... and contemplated dance lessons
- laughed so, so, so much
- renewed my appreciation for a room with four walls and a door!
- started reading just war theory stuff
- travelled by plane, train, metro, busses of different lengths and heights, cars and vans, motor boat, skybridge, funicular, teleferique, airport shuttle, teeny elevator, and foot... sadly, no scooters this time
- can't wait to go back
see also this, this, this, and that.
travelling tips:
- have a plan
- be ready to abandon it
- consider wearing a wedding ring
- don't try too hard to understand popular tourism... it makes no sense.
- cobblestone is slippery when wet
- talk to strangers
- watch out for little dogs or you might kick them by mistake
- don't let cab drivers treat you like crap
- take the time to sit and listen
- sunrise/sunset are wonderful times of day. make a point of noticing.
- having a dog escort home at midnight is more amusing than confidence-inspiring, but it's still way better than nothing
- know enough of the language to be able to tell people you can't speak it
- spend more time experiencing than you do recording experiences
Monday, May 12, 2008
joy!
"it's not a party if it happens every night"
beg your pardon, postal service, but recent experience suggests the reverse.
things i'm celebrating:
a) getting a degree. because it's cool, but also because i finally really finished something. aces.
b) getting into grad school. because i can start making decisions and new mistakes.
c) spring. because it's warm(er). and rain, green, and flowers are good. and sun, too. sun is good.
d) going for walks with nancy, pat, kevin, and mike... going to tim hortons and listening to music and swinging and greeting strangers with them. 'cause wow.
e) staying in touch. it rocks my little world.
f) sushi and cake. four days in a row!!! (pretty sure the streak ends tomorrow)
g) getting through a mother's day without bad tears!!!! potentially the first time ever.
h) vegetables. i like them. i always have. which brings me to...
i) my parents, for better and for worse.
j) matcha. 'cause yum.
k) closure. because freedom is sweet.
l) is for the way you look at me... i mean... no that works, too. i'm celebrating unspoken things.
m) purple (toe)nail polish. do i even have to explain?
n) mangos and avocadoes. see above.
o) is for the only one i see... finding God in the midst of bewilderment and hurt and beauty.
p) touch. (angie! i miss you!!!)
q) poetry. in motion or standing still.
r) time set aside for people i care about.
s) the chance to go back to romania in two months. and to hit italy on the way.
t) rivers, oceans, lakes, and water in general.
u) nostalgia-inducing music. particularly oasis, rick astley, cranberries, and counting crows.
v) the human body, which is among the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
w) growth. my hair and my heart and my to-read list.
x) new things i'm going to see and hear and learn tomorrow.
y) because we like you.
z) sleep :-)
beg your pardon, postal service, but recent experience suggests the reverse.
things i'm celebrating:
a) getting a degree. because it's cool, but also because i finally really finished something. aces.
b) getting into grad school. because i can start making decisions and new mistakes.
c) spring. because it's warm(er). and rain, green, and flowers are good. and sun, too. sun is good.
d) going for walks with nancy, pat, kevin, and mike... going to tim hortons and listening to music and swinging and greeting strangers with them. 'cause wow.
e) staying in touch. it rocks my little world.
f) sushi and cake. four days in a row!!! (pretty sure the streak ends tomorrow)
g) getting through a mother's day without bad tears!!!! potentially the first time ever.
h) vegetables. i like them. i always have. which brings me to...
i) my parents, for better and for worse.
j) matcha. 'cause yum.
k) closure. because freedom is sweet.
l) is for the way you look at me... i mean... no that works, too. i'm celebrating unspoken things.
m) purple (toe)nail polish. do i even have to explain?
n) mangos and avocadoes. see above.
o) is for the only one i see... finding God in the midst of bewilderment and hurt and beauty.
p) touch. (angie! i miss you!!!)
q) poetry. in motion or standing still.
r) time set aside for people i care about.
s) the chance to go back to romania in two months. and to hit italy on the way.
t) rivers, oceans, lakes, and water in general.
u) nostalgia-inducing music. particularly oasis, rick astley, cranberries, and counting crows.
v) the human body, which is among the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
w) growth. my hair and my heart and my to-read list.
x) new things i'm going to see and hear and learn tomorrow.
y) because we like you.
z) sleep :-)
Thursday, January 31, 2008
in love
when you love, say not that God is in your heart
say rather that you are in the heart of God
part i: odd
ross' gift: the trophy, the note, and the necklace.
finishing my paper.
scrabulating with dave.
a pig and a phone call from michelle.
listening to "did galileo pray?"
finding words to pray.
laughing at myself.
making a card with pat.
i started this day feeling so weird. once the tired faded, i still couldn't place the strangeness within. i went about my business, administering meds, drinking my shake, looking at the paper... and then it suddenly occurred to me: i think i'm happy.
it's happened again since. and jiminy finally synchronized himself to me and hummed vivaldi's spring (allegro) in my ears. and it was just right.
part ii: i don't know what kind of girl i am
lying on the couch, so tired that my eyes hurt. bringing my sore lids together... and in the darkness hearing pat butter her toast. what a lovely sound: a knife scraping against crisp bread. somehow beautiful.
parting from cori and james with "juno" in my mind, damp cheeks, and a full heart. knowing the blanket i'm making will keep them warm.
part iii: awed
watching the candidates' debates and realizing that the things people care about are simple: making ends meet, taking care of their children, good roads, good food, and the freedom to choose their path. in the course of looking out for all that, our government has to think about the implications of bhutto's assassination, the development of alternative fuels, and the fate of every worker in china.
and God's like that, too: the things i care about are small and important. it is for Him to reflect on the enormous and important. the two are not as discreet as all that, though. they're deeply connected, which is why God invites to me to gaze beyond my own needs, into eternity. giving someone a cup of water has something to do with scores of angels reciting the triagion in united worship.
all that I promise is strength for this day,
rest for my worker
light on your way
I give you truth when you need it,
My help from above
undying friendship, My unfailing love
picking out which prayers to use tonight, i quickly chose the ones to be prayed before reading scripture and before sleep, but hesitated over the one to be prayed after work. "did i work today?" i asked myself. somehow that question feels like a very good sign.
like, somehow, rest and contentment can be found in the midst of much responsibility. wait, not just "can be found"; are found, even by me! seriously!
pick a road, decide
[are you] a plane or a train or a bride?
decide, decide...
Your love makes me move at the speed of trees...
i'm so in love.
when you love, say not that God is in your heart
say rather that you are in the heart of God
say rather that you are in the heart of God
part i: odd
ross' gift: the trophy, the note, and the necklace.
finishing my paper.
scrabulating with dave.
a pig and a phone call from michelle.
listening to "did galileo pray?"
finding words to pray.
laughing at myself.
making a card with pat.
i started this day feeling so weird. once the tired faded, i still couldn't place the strangeness within. i went about my business, administering meds, drinking my shake, looking at the paper... and then it suddenly occurred to me: i think i'm happy.
it's happened again since. and jiminy finally synchronized himself to me and hummed vivaldi's spring (allegro) in my ears. and it was just right.
part ii: i don't know what kind of girl i am
lying on the couch, so tired that my eyes hurt. bringing my sore lids together... and in the darkness hearing pat butter her toast. what a lovely sound: a knife scraping against crisp bread. somehow beautiful.
parting from cori and james with "juno" in my mind, damp cheeks, and a full heart. knowing the blanket i'm making will keep them warm.
part iii: awed
watching the candidates' debates and realizing that the things people care about are simple: making ends meet, taking care of their children, good roads, good food, and the freedom to choose their path. in the course of looking out for all that, our government has to think about the implications of bhutto's assassination, the development of alternative fuels, and the fate of every worker in china.
and God's like that, too: the things i care about are small and important. it is for Him to reflect on the enormous and important. the two are not as discreet as all that, though. they're deeply connected, which is why God invites to me to gaze beyond my own needs, into eternity. giving someone a cup of water has something to do with scores of angels reciting the triagion in united worship.
all that I promise is strength for this day,
rest for my worker
light on your way
I give you truth when you need it,
My help from above
undying friendship, My unfailing love
picking out which prayers to use tonight, i quickly chose the ones to be prayed before reading scripture and before sleep, but hesitated over the one to be prayed after work. "did i work today?" i asked myself. somehow that question feels like a very good sign.
like, somehow, rest and contentment can be found in the midst of much responsibility. wait, not just "can be found"; are found, even by me! seriously!
pick a road, decide
[are you] a plane or a train or a bride?
decide, decide...
Your love makes me move at the speed of trees...
i'm so in love.
when you love, say not that God is in your heart
say rather that you are in the heart of God
Friday, November 23, 2007
wonder nine
michelle reminded me of last reading break when we went to starbucks and knitted (knot?)... finally, when hunger got the best of us, we headed out. there was snow on her car and we cleaned it off together. at chianti's, we kept knitting. i think we spent eight hours together that day. she asked me if i reflected on days like that with sadness, given the surrounding circumstances.
remember when everything was hard and you were there? the context doesn't taint the memories, it makes them more precious. when i think about all the craziness, all the hurt, all the struggle... and i remember that you were there, it makes everything go hazy and beautiful.
kristin, amanda, michelle... showing integrity and clinging to one another when giving up might have been easier.
ross and kevin... struggling to hope together, learning to be honest with each other.
jen and biscuit... coming home to something safe and nurturing, knowing i have an advocate and a cuddlebuddy (respectively).
i'm struck by the goodness in my life. the strength and compassion you showed. you babysat me, you trusted me, you shared your life with me. i value that so very much.
wendy's, blizzards, and hot beverages make me miss you in a way i can best describe in romanian: ustura. or, to put it the way lars did, "like a burn. like when you go outside and your feet freeze and you come back in and then they thaw out? it's like that. it's almost exactly like that."
it's the kind of pain i embrace, though, because it reminds me how very, very rich i was last year. it's not even bittersweet anymore... just sweet.
thank you.
remember when everything was hard and you were there? the context doesn't taint the memories, it makes them more precious. when i think about all the craziness, all the hurt, all the struggle... and i remember that you were there, it makes everything go hazy and beautiful.
kristin, amanda, michelle... showing integrity and clinging to one another when giving up might have been easier.
ross and kevin... struggling to hope together, learning to be honest with each other.
jen and biscuit... coming home to something safe and nurturing, knowing i have an advocate and a cuddlebuddy (respectively).
i'm struck by the goodness in my life. the strength and compassion you showed. you babysat me, you trusted me, you shared your life with me. i value that so very much.
wendy's, blizzards, and hot beverages make me miss you in a way i can best describe in romanian: ustura. or, to put it the way lars did, "like a burn. like when you go outside and your feet freeze and you come back in and then they thaw out? it's like that. it's almost exactly like that."
it's the kind of pain i embrace, though, because it reminds me how very, very rich i was last year. it's not even bittersweet anymore... just sweet.
thank you.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
winter quotables 2007
i never realized how good looking you were until i met your family!
~michelle
you should invent a teleporting machine... well, you did ask people to give you advice for what to do next!
~kevin
mara: he had good looks... lots of good looks...
deniss: aaaall over his face!
i don't eat ice cream because it's good for me.
~darcy
mara: he cried yesterday.
ross: that's 'cause he's a man.
mara in her head: i love that we both know that's not at all sarcastic.
nooo waaaaaaaaaaay!
~exclaimed by jen repeatedly, as she discovers the wonders of facebook
i don't know very many wise people who quit.
~brett
the bible is trying to move people from a deeply unjust context to a profound equality.
~mara
we can't even imagine the hope we have.
~steve
i've experienced world peace... it's worth it! we should bring it to this planet!
~michelle
mara: we can pretend to be married.
ross: we totally can. i just have to take mara for granted more.
no, steve isn't a good guy because he's my friend.
~ross
life is short; why live in the snow?
~dr. knudtson
ah, gregory of nyssa... great guy... great poet... a bit of a whiner, though.
~dr. mealey
that's so WRONG-AH!
~jen, making fun of my hard g's
little children will suffer if you don't take care of yourself.
~jen
he is as spiritual as a chair.
~deniss
there is beauty in the world even when my bus is late.
~mara
mara, you should have married my wife.
~kevin
that saint francis, he had his ducks in a row... literally.
~jen
it's not me; it's us.
~kristin
what kind of girl are you?! you have no power of manipulation!
~steve
oh, you're soft... and sparkly! you are everything i like.
~faith
those who don't have time to study call themselves "biblical Christians."
~prof. hyatt
i will fight brian mclaren in a steel cage.
~ross
why is satan so good in bed? i'd think he'd be really inconsiderate.
~steve
i'm not sad, i'm complicated. chicks dig it.
~house
~michelle
you should invent a teleporting machine... well, you did ask people to give you advice for what to do next!
~kevin
mara: he had good looks... lots of good looks...
deniss: aaaall over his face!
i don't eat ice cream because it's good for me.
~darcy
mara: he cried yesterday.
ross: that's 'cause he's a man.
mara in her head: i love that we both know that's not at all sarcastic.
nooo waaaaaaaaaaay!
~exclaimed by jen repeatedly, as she discovers the wonders of facebook
i don't know very many wise people who quit.
~brett
the bible is trying to move people from a deeply unjust context to a profound equality.
~mara
we can't even imagine the hope we have.
~steve
i've experienced world peace... it's worth it! we should bring it to this planet!
~michelle
mara: we can pretend to be married.
ross: we totally can. i just have to take mara for granted more.
no, steve isn't a good guy because he's my friend.
~ross
life is short; why live in the snow?
~dr. knudtson
ah, gregory of nyssa... great guy... great poet... a bit of a whiner, though.
~dr. mealey
that's so WRONG-AH!
~jen, making fun of my hard g's
little children will suffer if you don't take care of yourself.
~jen
he is as spiritual as a chair.
~deniss
there is beauty in the world even when my bus is late.
~mara
mara, you should have married my wife.
~kevin
that saint francis, he had his ducks in a row... literally.
~jen
it's not me; it's us.
~kristin
what kind of girl are you?! you have no power of manipulation!
~steve
oh, you're soft... and sparkly! you are everything i like.
~faith
those who don't have time to study call themselves "biblical Christians."
~prof. hyatt
i will fight brian mclaren in a steel cage.
~ross
why is satan so good in bed? i'd think he'd be really inconsiderate.
~steve
i'm not sad, i'm complicated. chicks dig it.
~house
Monday, April 30, 2007
just the way you look tonight...
warning: incomplete group shots ahead!!!
um, where's amanda?
there she is! along with the rest of the theology girls! we look soooo good!!!
sadly, ross was permanently missing. and you know what that means! photoshop-ing fun is just around the corner!
um, where's amanda?
there she is! along with the rest of the theology girls! we look soooo good!!!sadly, ross was permanently missing. and you know what that means! photoshop-ing fun is just around the corner!
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
my friend implores me, for one time only...
kevin suggested i rank my friends, given my recent enthusiasm for ross. see, ross is wonderful. but the great thing about not ranking friends is that you can think they're each wonderful in their own quirky, lovely ways without the stress of trying to quantify that. you also don't have to deal with the reality that some of the people who matter most to you don't care that much about you.
in other news, i'm so not feeling well.
still further, if you don't want to talk about it, then it isn't love.
in other news, i'm so not feeling well.
still further, if you don't want to talk about it, then it isn't love.
Friday, April 13, 2007
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
that bench
when i talk to steve, it becomes harder to be selfish. maybe that means our friendship makes me a better person. i've learned much lately, but the hardest things to write about are either unmistakably beautiful or profoundly painful. the conversation in question falls into the former category for me. and i just want to be faithful to that...
"to rid myself of all but love; to give and die..."
~jars of clay
"she is beautiful because she is advancing."
~origen
"to rid myself of all but love; to give and die..."
~jars of clay
"she is beautiful because she is advancing."
~origen
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
run, don't walk
steve and i saw this last night.then i went home and read the book again.
and i don't want to get over it.
some times there are great seasons to cry. :)
p.s. it was also clean monday yesterday, which was harder on my heart than i expected. wilderness can only ever be embraced if there's real hope of something better on the other side. so, here's hoping.
as for the terrors ahead - for he did not fool himself that they were all behind him - well, you just have to stand up to your fear and not let it squeeze you white. right, leslie? right.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
so gather up your jackets;
move it to the exits
i hope you have found a friend
~closing time, semisonic
we used to wander between bright yellow buses, doing actions and promising to remember and sucking back tears with all our might. skoch played "closing time" and changed the lyrics to make it ok. i think. with graduation so soon, and ross citing this song because rickles closed, it's all coming back.
i'm leaving, you know? my roomie and the puppy. these friends. this job. this church. this school. this city. the people i kinda wish i'd never met because i haven't yet figured out what i was supposed to learn there, exactly. more so, the people i never got to know. you, maybe. and no one's sure what's next, eh?
i've spent enough time hearing kevin and steve wonder about the future to realize that i'm not like them: they fear that what they deeply desire will somehow disintegrate. (kevin's gotten into durham now, btw, so he doesn't seem as worried as usual.) when the future scares me it's because i haven't put my finger on my deepest desires.
this i know, though: the moments when i ache for holiness feel the realest. so, i guess what i'm trying to say is i know who i want to take me home . . .
i hope you have found a friend
~closing time, semisonic
we used to wander between bright yellow buses, doing actions and promising to remember and sucking back tears with all our might. skoch played "closing time" and changed the lyrics to make it ok. i think. with graduation so soon, and ross citing this song because rickles closed, it's all coming back.
i'm leaving, you know? my roomie and the puppy. these friends. this job. this church. this school. this city. the people i kinda wish i'd never met because i haven't yet figured out what i was supposed to learn there, exactly. more so, the people i never got to know. you, maybe. and no one's sure what's next, eh?
i've spent enough time hearing kevin and steve wonder about the future to realize that i'm not like them: they fear that what they deeply desire will somehow disintegrate. (kevin's gotten into durham now, btw, so he doesn't seem as worried as usual.) when the future scares me it's because i haven't put my finger on my deepest desires.
this i know, though: the moments when i ache for holiness feel the realest. so, i guess what i'm trying to say is i know who i want to take me home . . .
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
quiet night in the library
she sits there all alone
she's reading from a chapter that she sometimes calls her own.
~ every little thing, hawk nelson
this song came on this morning while i was lying in bed. i thought it was unfair. grrr.
but life is good. and there seems to be less to blog about when that's the case. but i still feel a need to keep you updated. maybe something exciting will happen if someone comments on my posts. hmmm . . . yeah. :-) so, in sum: i am frustrated and very, very happy. :-D <-see??
edited to add: lunch in pygmy. kevin, ross, steve, and me. talking about luke/acts class.
ross: i think we have to enter the kingdom as a child, but we don't stay that way. like, we have to be humble and dependent to get in.
steve: but we always stay humble and dependent.
mara: so, as we grow, we don't grow into adults, but into Christlikeness.
kevin: notice how we talked in class about how the children and the outsiders get it but we never really talked about what it was?
(someone asks what the kids did that we should emulate...)
steve: they ran up to Jesus.
mara: oh, that's beautiful . . . oh.
kevin: you ok?
mara: yeah . . . that's just so beautiful.
she's reading from a chapter that she sometimes calls her own.
~ every little thing, hawk nelson
this song came on this morning while i was lying in bed. i thought it was unfair. grrr.
but life is good. and there seems to be less to blog about when that's the case. but i still feel a need to keep you updated. maybe something exciting will happen if someone comments on my posts. hmmm . . . yeah. :-) so, in sum: i am frustrated and very, very happy. :-D <-see??
edited to add: lunch in pygmy. kevin, ross, steve, and me. talking about luke/acts class.
ross: i think we have to enter the kingdom as a child, but we don't stay that way. like, we have to be humble and dependent to get in.
steve: but we always stay humble and dependent.
mara: so, as we grow, we don't grow into adults, but into Christlikeness.
kevin: notice how we talked in class about how the children and the outsiders get it but we never really talked about what it was?
(someone asks what the kids did that we should emulate...)
steve: they ran up to Jesus.
mara: oh, that's beautiful . . . oh.
kevin: you ok?
mara: yeah . . . that's just so beautiful.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
quotables 2006
i'm not sad, i'm complicated. chicks dig it.
~house
mom: you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you marry one!
dad: i married a frog-kisser!
the belief that God became man in birth, suffering, and death is the ultimate mindf*ck. can i write that on the exam?
~ross
there are windows!
~kristin and mara, in the worst ever response to a proposition
ah, [evangelical complementarian] Christianity . . . the perfect balance between new age and islam.
~steve
getting dressed will make me late . . . but it is SO important.
~michelle
i always suspected that the promised land was outside this classroom.
~dylan
let's not reflect on anything, because then we might be responsible for how we live our lives!
~jen
and you probably weren't baptised into an ethiopian restaurant.
~priest at st. peter's orthodox church
i believe in an invisible man in the clouds . . . everybody cry now!
~steve
it just makes you want to get drunk and sleep with someone random so you can enjoy your wedding night.
~mara
is islamic a language?
~kevin
that's beautiful . . . in two minutes you convinced me to be a democrat.
~deniss
if that's really what happened, i'm pretty sure satan was in the right.
~ross
jones [soda] is more of a prophet than brian maclaren.
~ross
clever Christians keep me Christian.
~ross
if there's one thing bible college has taught me, it's to question the authority of scripture.
~steve
~house
mom: you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you marry one!
dad: i married a frog-kisser!
the belief that God became man in birth, suffering, and death is the ultimate mindf*ck. can i write that on the exam?
~ross
there are windows!
~kristin and mara, in the worst ever response to a proposition
ah, [evangelical complementarian] Christianity . . . the perfect balance between new age and islam.
~steve
getting dressed will make me late . . . but it is SO important.
~michelle
i always suspected that the promised land was outside this classroom.
~dylan
let's not reflect on anything, because then we might be responsible for how we live our lives!
~jen
and you probably weren't baptised into an ethiopian restaurant.
~priest at st. peter's orthodox church
i believe in an invisible man in the clouds . . . everybody cry now!
~steve
it just makes you want to get drunk and sleep with someone random so you can enjoy your wedding night.
~mara
is islamic a language?
~kevin
that's beautiful . . . in two minutes you convinced me to be a democrat.
~deniss
if that's really what happened, i'm pretty sure satan was in the right.
~ross
jones [soda] is more of a prophet than brian maclaren.
~ross
clever Christians keep me Christian.
~ross
if there's one thing bible college has taught me, it's to question the authority of scripture.
~steve
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
laurel beggin' hardy for a gun
a) hanging out with steve and kristin (at the same time) is inherently funny
b) stole pie
c) been converted (still scared, trying to be brave)
d) love my friends
e) angered and hurt by gossip
f) pretended i could pull an all-nighter
g) have serious doubts about my monotheism*
h) enjoyed that ross insists on sharing his music with me
i) tried to keep ross and kevin from hanging out
j) "finished" papers
k) cried multiple times during seder*
l) made meatloaf and casserole (officially a mom?)
m) is for mara who is so so so exhausted
* i'm not trying to minimize these by listing them so quick. truth is that they were/are both really big moments. something's going on inside my soul and i'm starting to notice it in my heart. "purity of heart is to love one thing." (kierkegaard's got something to say.) just want to love God with a pure heart.
b) stole pie
c) been converted (still scared, trying to be brave)
d) love my friends
e) angered and hurt by gossip
f) pretended i could pull an all-nighter
g) have serious doubts about my monotheism*
h) enjoyed that ross insists on sharing his music with me
i) tried to keep ross and kevin from hanging out
j) "finished" papers
k) cried multiple times during seder*
l) made meatloaf and casserole (officially a mom?)
m) is for mara who is so so so exhausted
* i'm not trying to minimize these by listing them so quick. truth is that they were/are both really big moments. something's going on inside my soul and i'm starting to notice it in my heart. "purity of heart is to love one thing." (kierkegaard's got something to say.) just want to love God with a pure heart.
Monday, November 20, 2006
it is so on. think elijah on mount carmel . . . only Friday, November 17, 2006
pamplemousse and circumstance
no doubt about it: my family and my friends and my God all rock. not in that order. but, yeah.save the date: my convocation is on april 28th. 2007. yes, 2007!!!! feel free to do a little jig. i am!
broke the rules: and so ok with that, 'cause time with st. ross is always time well spent. and he makes a point of making me feel like a good friend. and he's yay. (that wasn't a typo.) maybe some rules are meant to be broken.
amazing photo: SO glad that kevin is a part of my life. hoping to get to know ashley better in the coming months!
now for something completely different: this perspective on the ted haggard fiasco reminds me that i must be willing to walk with those who need a friend.
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