Thursday, December 11, 2008

Yes, Virginia, There is a Santa Claus


A child with no magic is a very sad thing. There is a little girl who sometimes haunts the office when her sister takes violin lessons with Gert. The little girl is blonde and talkative. She is six years old, matter of fact and unafraid to tell you The Way Things Are. She is little in the sense that she is small of build but 'little girl' seems an odd term because she Knows Things. She does not like to be called 'honey' because it makes her feel like a baby. She told me so. She was here on Tuesday and I was out of my cube so she caught me and, inquisitive one that she is, asked what I was doing.

“Getting the program ready for the concert on Sunday.”

She wanted to know what concert and who was performing and what they were performing and why. I told her that Mr. Kumi would be playing violin. I also told her she should come because it would be very good and there would be hot chocolate and cookies. She asked if me or any of my friends would be in it. I told her that I would be reading “Yes, Virginia, There Is A Santa Claus.”

“Santa Claus is dead you know. And he didn't have any reindeer.”

I stared at her a moment a little dumbfounded.
“St. Nicholas? He came to my house on Saturday.” I say.

She stares at me a moment.

My housmate Krisztina is Hungarian and December 6th is St. Nicholas day in Hungarian culture. The children clean their shoes and put them outside of their doors and Santa comes to fill them with treats. On Saturday I put out my ruby red slippers, Krisztina and Julie their boots and Annaka her high heels. It was snowing in the morning and our shoes held oranges tied with ribbon, postcards from Hungary and chocolate. Krisztina's were filled with traditional American Christmas candies. A wedding in our house that afternoon made for more festivity and it was a lovely St. Nicholas day.

I tell the little girl about leaving our shoes out.

“Probably it was your Mom and Dad.” she explains to me.

“They don't live here.” I say.

“Then probably your friends did it.”

“ I don't know...” I say. “Here, I want to read you what I'm reading at the concert.” I feel suddenly that it is important for me to read the article to her. I want her to see the magic. I want her to understand.

We go to my office (euphemism for cubicle) and I get my printed copy of the famous letter to the editor from the December 1897 New York Sun. I begin to read it to her. She stops me at the first paragraph and asks if I will wear a wig. No I won't. At this point her Mom comes back and it is time for them to leave. I fold up the article and tell her to read it later.

I hope to myself that she will and feel very grateful for the childhood that I had and for my Mom who cultivated in my brothers and I a sense of wonder. You meet grownups all the time who haven't magic and that is sad enough, but to meet a child with no magic is tragic indeed. I hope she'll find it.

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The same day I tried to read little girl about Santa Claus my new friend MJ came over to watch Charlie Brown Christmas with me. MJ is a writer and she loves stories. I met her at a bonfire where a group of people from the college here gathered to read old stories aloud.

MJ told me that when she was little she wasn't allowed to read the Narnia books or any fantasy. Her parents were afraid of her becoming obsessed with fantasy. One of her friends created her own worlds and people made fun of her. They didn't want her to become like that. She was made to feel that there was something wrong with imagination.

What's beautiful about MJ's story is that she found it on her own. She loves story now and she's able to love it without resenting her parents. She recently convinced them to let her read The Hobbit to her little sisters and so now she gets to share her love with them. I think that is wonderful and I was glad she told me.

~ ~ ~

The wedding on Saturday was truly beautiful. It was a small simple wedding. The ceremony was in the great room at our house. There were candles lit around the windows and out the window you could see snow falling gently on the lake, the ground covered in pretty white. Two swans swam by right on cue during the vows.

What was really beautiful though was witnessing the union of two individuals who are truly committed to Christ. Christi and Barry's vows struck me as so bold. “I promise to cherish you at all times, in all places, in all ways through the strength and faith of Christ Jesus our Lord.” They were beautiful in their boldness.

The girls and I have been talking lately about how bold David's prayers are in the Psalms. So often I pray within my concept of what I think God can do, or what I think is possible. I pray weakly. But David prays in boldness which I think may be a form of humility because he knows enough about God's character that he recognizes that God can say no. And he is walking closely with God so that his desires are being transformed by God and he can ask in confidence.

The wedding vows on Saturday were beautiful because of their impossibility by human standards. There will be moments when the two don't feel like cherishing one another. But the vow must be strong so that they can return to it. There wouldn't be the same beauty in saying “I will try my best to love you when I can.” Because the vow is strong they can return to it when there is failure. And they know that they can't do it except through living in the strength of God and His amazing grace.

Some other truths about marriage really sunk in with me during the service. How marriage is a call and a ministry. Two people becoming one to serve Christ together and bring Him glory. Realizing what it is supposed to be should change the way I look at things. I tend to look at marriage so selfishly, patting myself on the back that I've even gotten to the point where I can say “yes I think I'd like to get married.” I was reminded once again that it isn't about me. And that changes so much. What we think of as the core of marriage, companionship, physcial intimacy, etc., is actually as the bride said to me, a bonus. God's loving bonus to His children. Marriage itself is to glorify Him.

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I had been realizing lately that I would like to get married one day and these things simply help me see what that really means. I think that I should like to marry one day and to have children. I want my children to have big minds.

As I thought that yesterday I thought of how people so often call Christians narrow minded. I think that sometimes this is because it's true in some cases and sometimes it is because as Christians we are to have narrow focus. I do pray that my children will have narrow focus. That their focus will be on Christ and God alone. Narrow mind is not the same as narrow focus though.

I want my children to have big minds because we do not serve a small God. Not even a big imagination can comprehend how deep and wide is the Father's Love for us so a narrow mind would seriously limit one's relationship with an incomprehensible God. I believe that it is in art, poetry, music, theatre that we can express the indescribable.

“Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived could tear apart. Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.”

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Yesterday little girl came to my office and played with my kaleidescope and told me she thinks maybe the world will explode and we'll all float in space so maybe I was too harsh on her. I think there's hope.


Happy Christmas and may it be filled with wonder and love and relationship with our great God and the people He has placed in our lives.

Friday, November 28, 2008

Grrrr.

How is it that I can have a list going during the day, the week, of things I need to look up on the net and then it all leaves my head once I'm on the thing? grrrrr.

Monday, November 17, 2008

All Access

Today I had the wonderful blessing of getting to see some of the people from my time with YWAM. I did not have to take the Behemoth because my lovely house mate Julie already was interested in going and so was easily won over with the offer of gas money and coffee. She, Krisztina and I set out early and it was snowing. It looked so lovely and the excitement of seeing old friends mixed with the magic of falling snow made for the start of a feel good morning.

When we got to the school we were looking for the auditorium and I saw a backstage with familiar tour boxes. An actor I didn't know in a costume that I did came out. I asked if she was with All Access and if she could tell me where Kelsey was. She found the entrance to the auditorium and instructed me that Kelsey was the red-head. "I know", I said and ran inside to hug John-O and Kelsey and hear "SHUT-UP!" from the stage because Kelsey hadn't told them I was coming and Heather made her typical exclamations. Hugs from Holly and David, hugs and more "Shut-Up!" from HP (one of the happiest people you will ever meet.), greeting in an Irish accent from Johnny "McFlynn" holding his and Kelsey's new baby Lola (the furry, four legged kind). Holly and David caught up with me a bit before the show started and it was lovely how not weird it was to see them all. We've always noted that at Ameri-Corps reunions, how we just fall back into step. I am so glad that was how this morning was too.

The show was good, Holly was an adorable "New Girl". The girls liked it and the kids had a really good response. This group does really good work and I'm so glad that I got to be a part of it. I'm excited that they still do it and that I got to see them today. Dan's message about making a choice every time we open our mouths to speak words of life or words of death to people never gets old and I've heard it a hundred times.

The show is with Youth With A Mission, Metro NY, All Access. They tour the play No More Victims to schools across the nation. It's a show about valuing each other, about not bullying, about being responsible for the words we speak to one another and how words effect us. All Access takes this production into public high schools and they're sharing the truth of the gospel with these kids. It's really incredible. You can find out more at www.allaccessny.org or www.ywam-ny.com

Please pray for them as they continue to tour these next couple of weeks.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Baby it's Cold Outside

Baby, it's cold outside. Really cold. And they're calling for snow. Part of me thinks that's lovely and the other part that wants to go see some of her YWAMily on Monday because they'll only be half hour away is not thrilled about it. If it's going to happen I suppose I should stick with the lovely part and try to get someone brave in the snow to take me so I don't have to drive the behemoth.

Speaking of, my first drive on my own took place a few weeks ago in the ministry's behemoth. Behemoth is a red 15 passenger van. Driving a 15-P has been destined for me I think. I didn't drive our 15-P in Americorps, nor at New Stage, but now, now I do.

So the driving of the behemoth is one of many new things happening in my life of late. I've been off of all sugars but whole fruit for three weeks now (inspired by my Momma Henry and Mary) and I feel fantastic. My thinking is much clearer and often I'm just so happy. This past week I was able to focus so much more at work and I felt like I got a lot done.

Work focus isn't just from the way I'm eating. Intern training has been really inspiring too and is helping me become more focused not just at the office (I work in an office?!?) but in my work as an actress as well. I feel like I'm growing in all areas of my life and it is so good. I've found a church I like and am part of a good small group there. It's so good to be encouraged to spend more time with God and delve into His word. My week feels different when I skip and I look forward to the next time.

Last night we had live Jazz and a reading of three O. Henry stories in the coffee shop where I write this entry. It went well and we had more people then chairs and had to bring some in from outside. It's a small shop for some perspective. And about half of our audience were CPAF staff. Still it was a good turn out and it was exciting to have it go well. This was my first effort as Community Relations Manager to begin some smaller performances. I think we'll do something like it again in a couple of months.

Time is flying and we can barely believe it's the weekend again. No complaints there though. Thanksgiving will be here before we know what happened and then it'll be almost time to come home for Christmas. Until then, it looks like we're going to have some snow here tonight. Enjoy your weekend all.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Rejoice in the Lord Always

"Rejoice in the Lord always. Again I will say, rejoice!"
- Phillipians 4:4

God is so good. Twice in one day this week the need to rejoice in Him always, in good and bad, when we feel like it and don't, was brought to my attention. At that time it was easy, but I recognize that the problems will come, and in fact, some have since then. I pray that I will always and ever have on my lips and in my heart that God is good.

He is good.
He is merciful Father, mighty to save, wonderful Maker, magnificent God, Holy, holy, holy, almighty Saviour, King of Kings, worthy to be praised. He hears His children. We may not feel like it because we often think that 'answered prayer' means prayer answered how we would want. His ways are not our ways. God is so good.

Thursday, October 23, 2008

Love my Job

Every other Thursday morning we have intern training here at the CPAF offices. Today I was inspired as Patrick talked to us about goals and biblical goal setting. Annaka and I talked about what we learned over lunch and discussed what our long term goals look like, and what we feel God has put on our hearts.
It's been exciting the past few years to see God focus my goal more and more. Discovering through the book "Addicted to Mediocrity" that He designed me to be an actor and that it was not only okay to follow that passion, but that it was a calling, was a very exciting moment. That was when I was in AmeriCorps four years ago. Since then pursuing acting in ways that will bring God glory has been the focus. God has provided for me again and again and taken me from New York to home to Mississippi to Indiana.
I'm starting to settle in more to my year here at CPAF. We were in church on Sunday and the Sunday School leader asked what our passions were. Realizing that my own personal calls were almost exactly the mission statement of the organization where I work was an awesome realization. I'm gaining valuable on the job skills in arts administration (arts admin. not my goal, but lets face it, it's useful wherever you are in the arts), working with a truly wonderful group of people, connecting with a ministry that will support me in prayer and study resources when I'm in the field, and growing spiritually.
I'm excited to see what happens through this year and I'll try to keep better updated on this blog.

Friday, October 17, 2008

A Very Rich Woman



Binker-what I call him-is a secret of my own,
And Binker is the reason why I never feel alone.
Playing in the nursery, sitting on the stair,
Whatever I am busy at, Binker will be there.

Oh, Daddy is clever, he's a clever sort of man,
And Mummy is the best since the world began,
And Nanny is Nanny, and I call her Nan-

But they can't See Binker. ...

-A.A. Milne



This morning I was out the door earlier than usual because I had a meeting at Grace College. I rode my bike through the campus, my ears cold in the fall air despite the kerchief tied about my head. A lone orange lays on the pavement and I wonder if this campus haunted by Invisible Cows of Doom like Belhaven is. That would explain the orange, though I don't see any left shoes.

Today is Binker and my third anniversary. It's an Easterish sort of anniversary in that it changes every year depending on when the Arts Discover day is scheduled, because that is when we met. I was visiting the campus for the first time and during one of the social whatnots he came and talked to me.
At the time I didn't realize that the conversation was unusual for him. My very introverted friend did not appear so to me then. Since that day however I've learned that he doesn't generally talk to people he doesn't know. Now granted we'd had a Batman connection the day before thanks to Amy who was hosting me then and is now a dear friend too. Still, his out of character action continues to puzzle both of us, though we are happy for it.
If I were at Belhaven today the two of us would find some time in our busy schedules to walk over to the spiral staircase inside the Bitsy Irby Arts building. I would sit on one of the large steps and he would stand behind the railing. We would laugh about the conversation that took place this way three years ago and wonder at the friendship that has come after it.

I got to see him this week, which I'm glad for and can still hardly believe. He, Scott, Nod, Rin and Meg came to see me for fall break. The first four drove 13 hours and Meg came down from Chicago. Have I told you that I'm a very rich woman? It was wonderful to be with such dear friends and I miss them greatly.
~ ~ ~ ~

I get to the building where my meeting is and hop off of my bike. As I sit in the office I see the desk calender and can hardly believe how far we are through October. Where does the time go? This time last week I was anxiously awaiting the arrival of my friends and now they've gone. The first two paper square weekends represent two anticipated reunions, both over, both lovely, both which I'm grateful for.

Last night we had fellowship night and went to the Kavanaugh's for a play reading. Before delving into "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead" we watched a CPAF promo video from 1988. As we chuckled over the dated content, the four founding members of CPAF talked about their old friends as they came on the screen.

"Where's Bill now?"
"Oh he's in Florida."
"Is he still in music?"
"I'm not sure. Oh there's Dan! He remarried five years ago."
"John's gone now isn't he?"
"Yes, he died last year."
"Janet's got three little ones."
"Whatever happened to..."

I listen to their reminisces and wonder about the younger generation present in the room. I wonder at our own conversations such as this in years to come. Where will life have taken us? How will we talk about one another? When I listen (my kids listen? Nephews and nieces?) to the recording of "Through the Looking Glass" will I know where each of those people are? Some of them? What will they be doing?
Reading the play last night (I got to play Guildenstern, oh what fun!) I read a description of Autumn sky which is exactly what I've been trying to say for the past three days. I've been calling the color change in the sky a "Thanksgiving sky". But this is so much better;

: Autumnal−nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day...Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth−reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall,somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I don't know what tomorrow will bring. I have a lot of wonderful yesterdays and the todays are good too. I look forward to seeing what each of my friends do. They are talented, beautiful, loving people and I am excited to see what art they create, whether it be plays, paintings, or families (Some already are). I smile to think of how my little brothers will grow too. My not so little brothers. I pray that whatever these loved in my life do, they will do it to the glory of God, that their focus will be their relationship with Him. Because that's the most important really. And I'm thankful for the mystery and for the knowledge that whatever comes He has it in His hands.



Friday, October 10, 2008

Counting down to Knapples and Chuckles

It is a busy weekend. Our fourth intern arrived from Romania on Wednesday night. She and I are settling into the other side of the house now. She is a lovely girl and we're so glad to have her finally here. It will be good to have another actress here. This morning she made me breakfast and is disappointed that our American bread is so sweet.

Last weekend I went to Ohio for the 4th AmeriCorps reunion of my team. My former team leader and one of my team mates picked me up and we drove over for a wonderful weekend with our Amerifam. It was so good to see them and I'll write more about that when Mel sends out some of her beautiful pictures from our time.

Keeping with the reunion theme I am eagerly awaiting the arrival of my friends from Belhaven. They come in tomorrow and I have that Christmas Eve anticipation where I can't sleep or focus very well. I can hardly believe that I get to see them.

We have our first Second Sunday Concert this weekend so I'm a little anxious about that as I'm in charge of it. I'm sure it will be fine, there's just a lot going on at once so I'm feeling a bit stressed. It's going to be a good weekend though and I'm just praying the stress and anxiety will ease and I'll enjoy every second that my friends are here. It's pretty neat that they'll get to see the concert.

Counting down to knapples and chuckles. Thankfully there's a fun concert tonight that I'm not in charge of and can enjoy with Krisztina. And then I'll drink a double dose of bedtime tea in the hopes of knocking out without "Christmaseveanitcipatinsomnia"

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Sunday Storms

I look forward to Sundays. They're quiet days. When I'm living the way I want to I go to church and nothing is required of me that day but rest. I read, spend time with friends, write letters or journal. This Sunday was rainy which makes it all the better. It was really really rainy. And windy. Hurricane effect I suppose. The lake was busy with droplets and wind.
In the middle of a journal entry one of my housemates, Annaka, starts calling my name. More than that. "Faith! Faith! We need your help!"

?

So I go out into the living room and outside I see Julie wrestling a boat. Yes, a boat. She was in the water with a boat. A large one. I ran outside in my cute pink sweater that was not meant for lake weed.

The boat was a rogue, a runaway and was threatening to run into our neighbors much smaller boat and crush his much smaller dock. Thus Julie being in the water.

Annaka and I helped hold the boat. We got on board to look for identification and Annaka called our friend Joy to ask what on earth we should do. Meanwhile the rain is pouring and the wind is getting stronger. And we're laughing our heads off with no idea of what to do except keep Fred (we named it) away from the rocks and the dock and the other boat. We are up to our knees in water. Julie's brand new galoshes weren't quite doing the trick since she was over them in water.
Joy calls the police and apparently there really is someone who handles this kind of thing. Only they like Sundays too. They aren't there. And the dispatch lady has no idea what to tell us.
So Joy comes with a camera. Our neighbor Pete pulls up in his truck and when yelling his name brings no results I run over and find him still in his truck.

"Pete! Pete! There's a runaway boat!" says the drenched girl in the pink sweater.
Pete looks at me.
"There's a boat and it's here and we're trying to keep it away from the rocks and the dock and the boat and we don't know what to do!"
Pete looks over my shoulder. Pete says he is headed to the police chief's anyway and will ask them about it.
I run back and hop in the water again because obviously I'm not wet enough.

"I hope we make some friends!" says Annaka
" I hope we make some money." Says Julie
"Ha!" say I

Pete comes back and the police again haven't much info for us. Apparently we're just supposed to let the boat do its thing. Not wanting Pete's property to suffer though we tie it up to the swing (and by we I mean Pete).

We thanked him and Joy and went inside, tired and cold, for warm clothes and hot tea. We laughed at the absurdity of the whole situation and looked forward to relaying the story later. The theme of holding things continued later when one of our common room windows came crashing open and cracked along its wood frame threatening to fall off and spill the glass pane. So we took turns holding it while trying to figure out what to do. And naturally we called Joy. Again.

The window has yet to be fixed (it's being held up by chairs and a funnoodle) and the boat was recovered rather anticlimactically (and with no interest in the story or much thanks either. Sorry Annaka, no friends. Sorry Julie, no money.) but the story has brightened the week and makes us laugh when it gets told. Ah bonding.

And now, I'm looking forward to Sunday. Which I hope is quiet...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Nutshell Beginning

“ I’m here, I’m here!” (see A Lad and His Lamp, Bugs Bunny cartoon). After a fourteen hour train ride on Sunday/Monday I arrived minus just one bag that I chased the Fed Ex man down for on Tuesday. Great fun.

My house is gorgeous and when I walk into my living room I can see the lake right there. Incredible. I say ‘my house’ but actually I’m staying on the side of the lodge with two of the other interns until our fourth intern gets here from Romania. Then she and I will move to the other side of the lodge where, thank heavens, the view remains.

I’ve learned a lot more about CPAF ministry since I’ve been here and I feel blessed to be working with such an amazing organization. God has really worked through them the past twenty years and I’m excited to be a part of it. I don’t always feel completely settled yet though and I miss people like crazy. The people here are very kind though and I look forward to getting to know them better. It’s lovely having housemates again. Through the year you’ll get to know them better to as I blog.

My job is managing community relations and most of what I’ll be doing is facilitating what is called the Second Sunday Concert Series. The second Sunday of every month we have a concert with various classical pieces played by our body of musicians. We’ll also sing hymns, have guest artists and I can perform pieces as well which I will most likely be doing with Kristina who is also and actor. My job is to put the word out, make and send posters, postcards, letters, co-ordinate the volunteers, create the program, etc. When I’m not doing that I’ll be looking for new ways to get us connected and known to the community. Maria (A*Corps) and Shannon (New Stage) have already given me some good advice on how to do that. Thank you ladies!

So in a very small nutshell that’s the beginning. More to come!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Stories

I promised Owl a new post and remember so as I lay in bed at 12:30. I can't really decide on a subject and figure it can wait but then I come up with too many possibilities and sleep doesn't want to come. So I get up and find that Henry is at the computer because she can't sleep either. After tooth fairy duties she goes to bed and I take the 'puter.

I still don't know which route to go with this though. Owl just went for a visit to our old school, Belhaven and attended the masquerade ball while there. Last year she and Binker won the best dressed couple award which was funny because, well they didn't co-ordinate their costumes and they weren't a couple. Wynken and I won cutest couple which was funny for the same reason. Owl and Binker wound up matching again this year which I found amusing. Or 'Amoosing' as some may say. ;)

So thinking about the ball and about my dear friend and about writing a post mostly for her reading enjoyment brought up numerous story possiblities. Such as when she tried to tell me a story that she swore wasn't scary and yet began "I woke up screaming...". Or when she got me to try to make up a story and the moral of it wound up being never ask Merc to make up a story again. There are also beautiful old classics such as "The Akward Luncheon" and "The Civil War Ball".

With Owl your life is filled with story. She is a natural born story teller. I don't give her enough credit for this because as a story teller she often makes things as colorful as possible. She also leaves out things like...perspective. Owl remembers things the way Owl remembe rs them and sometimes that isn't quite the way it happened. Binker and I were her self appointed story "referees" when we were around. But when she isn't around I miss the way she conveys things. How she can capture a person's essence with her voice and mannerisms and take you into that moment. I often wish she were there to help me bring a moment to life when I'm trying to get it across to someone else.

At Belhaven we had a great group of story loving friends too. We used to get together at my house on Sunday's and read children's books aloud together. 'Winnie the Pooh' was standard and we each had regular characters we read for everytime. I was Christopher Robin and Rabbit. Wynken, Binker and Nod got their nicknames from stories and stories are in fact what brought Nod into our little group to begin with. You can read about it on his blog.




Binker is an excellent writer and he loves fairy tales. Owl conveys stories from her life experience so that you feel as if you were there and Binker weaves new fiction. He used to narrate stories for us on the spot and we'd jump in as different roles as he brought new characters in. Despite the weird (and sometimes fantastic) bits we'd throw at him he could always turn it into a cohesive story.

As for myself I write about my story loving,telling friends in my journals. * My journals remind me how rich I am. My life has been filled with stories and characters of all different kinds. I miss the ones I write about here, enjoy spending time with those I'm with now (oh the stories of those characters known as my family!), and look forward to meeting those that I don't yet know but guess I soon won't be able to imagine my life without.

I recently got to spend time with my best friend from Americorps. I hadn't seen her in three years and it was so good to catch up. It was encouraging too. Because even though it had been so long, we still got together, we still made it happen. And we fell right into our old rythym. She's still part of my story and that gives me hope that others who are far away in time and space will be too. And not just in "happyland". Now there's another story...

*(I also like to tell funny stories out loud. Everyone laughs at them. Granted no one actually knows what happens in any of them. They can't understand what I'm saying because I laugh too hard to get the words out. But that in itself makes them laugh.)

Friday, August 15, 2008

New Job New Shoes pt. 3 of 3


Rubies and Emeralds

So after the square Lois Lane shoe incident Mom took me shopping for various things I'll need for the new adventure. We went to the Salvation Army while we were out and they had a much larger shoe selection than our local Goodwill. So I began the search. And lo and behold I found not just one pair of shoes that outdid the Lois Lane's but several good sturdy grown up shoes! Most of them were two dollars and besides the useful black Hushpuppy pumps and the go with everything brown flats and the dress up black heels I found fun green shoes and .... a pair of ruby red slippers! Mom bought me these literal gems and said she was getting me Rubies and Emeralds. Incidentally, I was glad she'd vetoed the Lois Lane's as I found everything I needed and more at the Sal Val. (Stupid nickname that doesn't actually make sense but I picked it up and A*Corps and haven't been able to drop it since.)

I wore the Ruby Red Slippers recently on a trip to DC with my brother. He'd never driven before and he was kindly taking me to visit a professor and dear friend that was in town. DC isn't exactly the easiest city to navigate so I told Dev I was wearing the shoes to get us home should we need them. While we had Dr. Lou and Mrs Laura we did fine (and had a delightful time!) but we had a little problem with a traffic circle in the middle of the city on the way back. That could easily be a blog in and of itself. Better yet just call me and ask about it. We did get back eventually though and in one piece and I was so proud of my bro for his terrific driving abilities. We didn't even need the shoes but they made me feel cute. And safer of course.
D.C. with Dr. Lou and Dev (and Mrs. Laura too!)

And so there is the long story of the shoes which is very strange for a girl who used to go barefoot EVERYWHERE. Rin dear I promised you I'd post it today and so there it is. I hope you enjoyed. ;)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Classics

I believe that it is important to introduce younger generations to classics in music, film and literature. That is why I was so pleased to watch one such film with my little brothers last night. (Well one little brother, the problem with classic art is that some people tend to fall asleep.) We watched Batman. And I don't mean the new yet fabulous Batman; the Dark Knight with stellar performances by such rookies as Christian Bale and Heath Ledger. No, no, I mean four villains in one movie. I mean a dynamic duo. I mean shark repellent Batspray. That's right ladies and gentleman, I mean "holy 1960's Batman" Batman.

Last night Wolfgang and I laughed ourselves silly over the cinematic gem that is The Batman Movie. Christian Bale has nothing on Adam West. Ohmigosh. In this mozzarella fest of a B movie we have four "super" villains with the "minimum objective of taking over the world". Their plan? To dehydrate the bickering members of the UN into multicolored pixie dust and ransom the dust to their respective countries. Yeah dehydration. The villains succeed in the dehydration part but fortunately Batman and Robin get to them in time for a Bam!Pow!Whap! fight in broad daylight. After the brightly colored fight the dust gets knocked over AND sneezed on so that all the ambassadors are mixed up! Fortunately Batman has a Molecular Dust Separator in the Batcave and he and Robin put on aprons and make it all better while giving a play by play to the commissioner on the red bat phone. The commissioner or relays information to the President who incredibly relays it to the whole world. Strangely the world doesn't get a colorful phone, just a microphone. "We are ready to rehydrate!" the message goes out internationally. Now I'm not usually one to give away the ends of movies but this is just...too much. We finally get the colorful dust that is the UN into their seperate seats and Batman carefully rehydrates them with a handy dandy water cooler (it's not just any water cooler, don't be foolish! It has an official Bat Rehydration plaque on it.) Only one problem...the men have not stopped arguing and now... oh no! They've switched languages! Some molecules have been mixed up. Batman doesn't seem to be too concerned though. Before the "nananananananananananananananana" music and credits we get this fine line assuring us it will all be okay;

Batman
: Who knows, Robin? This strange mixing of minds may be the greatest single service ever performed for humanity! Let's go, but, inconspicuously, through the window. We'll use our Batropes. Our job is finished.

As good as all of that is my favorite scene has to be the ridding of the bomb where Batman is running with a lit bomb around a dock, once again in broad daylight. He tries going this way but Oh No! Not the nuns Batman! Then over here, but No! Not the Baby! What's this? A marching band?! Try again, try again! There's the dock edge, throw it into the sea! (Sea means C for Catwoman by the way. Robin has this wonderful epiphany when they're trying to figure out which villains are involved.) But no! Lovers in a boat! Other side Batman, other side! NO! Ducklings! It's about to blow! So of course now we do the rotation of Nun, Baby, Marching Band again and then POW! Robin runs to see what happened. Fortunately (?) Batman found iron rods to hide behind as he thrust the bomb over a finally cleared piece of dock. Whew. Robin is amazed that Batman was willing to risk himself instead of throw the bomb into the bar.

Batman: They may be drinkers, Robin, but they're still human beings.

I'm searching through IMDB movie lines to try and find the exact wording of some of my favorites to share with you. It's a goldmine though and I'm really going to have to pare it down. I highly recommend looking it up yourself. Or if you have not seen this movie maybe you just need to check it out for yourself. oh oh! I forgot about the self sacrificing porpoises. And so many other unbelievable bits that I can't fit here. Seriously, you have to see this movie. In the mean time enjoy these tidbits.


Robin: Gosh, drinking's sure a filthy thing isn't it? I'd rather be dead than unable to trust my own eyes.
Batman: Uhuh.
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Commissioner Gordon: Penguin, Joker, Riddler... and Catwoman, too! The sum of the angles of that rectangle is too monstrous to contemplate!
____________________________
Catwoman: Marry me, Batman!
Batman: But what about Robin?
______________________________
Robin: Support your police! That's our message!
Batman: Well said, Robin... and no better way to end this press conference... thank you, and good day.

_______________________________
Batman: Confound it, the batteries are dead!

Batman: Some days, you just can't git rid of a bomb.
______________________
Penguin
: Shut up, you feline floozy!

[on the phone]
Vice Admiral Fangschliester: Your tone sounds rather grim. We haven't done anything foolish, have we?
[reproachfully]
Batman: Disposing a pre-atomic submarines to persons who don't even leave their full addresses... Good day, Admiral!
[they hang up]
Vice Admiral Fangschliester: Gosh!

Monday, August 11, 2008

New Job New Shoes pt. 2

And now, the reason for the need of new shoes.

The beginning of this summer had me striving to remember what exactly was so delicious about ambiguity. My summer job had fallen through and I wasn't sure what was next for the fall. Though I was enjoying time at home I missed Belhaven (still do) and wasn't sure what or when my next adventure would be. I knew that God would provide in His time, He always does, but I tend to want things on my time and was trying hard not to freak out. It's so odd that we can have so much trouble trusting in the Creator of the universe. It doesn't make much sense really.

I got an invitatio in July to spend a couple of weeks with a friends family and tutor her little brother. I had a very good time and got to go to a Christan classic arts festival to pick up said friend, Kaelen. Kaelen's mom, Mrs. Zirbel, found an internship with the organization that runs the festival and I applied for the internship. While at the festival I was able to interview and audition for the position. The people there were very kind and I gathered that the atmosphere would be very similiar to what it was when I was at YWAM, living in a spiritually and artistically rich community.

And so the long and short of it is that I got the internship and on the 31st of this month I will be headed off for my newest adventure! As the community relations intern (which is the position I wanted) I will get to help put the bi-weekly concerts together and other events as well as involving people who support the ministry. Thus the need for some grown up shoes. I will also develop and work on my craft and perform which although required will be a product of my own initiative.

I am excited about this new job and I intend to keep my goings on posted here on this blog. (Which may be getting a make-over soon) I will send out a mass e-mail tonight to let my dear friends and relations know of its actual existence and then you are free to check it at your own risk...I mean leisure. This may be better than being inundated with mass e-mails, although I've gotten bad about sending even those unless it's for a new address. I'll try to be better at posting here but the pen name is accurate in that I am fickle when it comes to blogging. We'll see how it goes. Happy reading~

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

New Job New Shoes pt. 1 of 3


Lois Lane Shoes

On Tuesday I went to town with Mom and we stopped at Goodwill. I'd been wanting to go there to check out luggage and shoes. While perusing the shoe section I found a nice pair of brown shoes with a bit of a heel that would work well for my new job, which is exactly what I was going for. (New job bit coming later.) So I try them on and am pleased to discover that they fit.

"Mom, what do you think of these?" I ask abandoning my flip flops in the middle of the store.
She looks at the shoes. She tilts her head and her mouth opens. Then it closes. She looks at me.
"No?" I ask, a little surprised.
"Not so much." she says.
"Oh. Okay." And after considering whether or not to keep them I put them back figuring maybe I missed something and I'll have better luck next time.

On the way home we were laughing about the interaction. Usually when she isn't sure what to say and is weighing between polite and true ( I told her to usually go with true for me ) she looks at you, says nothing, and walks away. That was why I was caught off guard and wound up putting them back.
"What didn't you like about them?" I ask her.
"I don't know. I was trying to think of a movie character to compare you to."
"Well if you think of it let me know."
"They were like, Lois Lane shoes."
"Lois Lane. Well she was a professional.", I say not sure why this was a bad thing.
"Yeah, they looked officey..."
There is a silence as it hits us that her problem with the shoes was exactly why I wanted them.
"...which I guess is what you were going for."
Yes. Yes it was.
Communication is not a strong point in my family but laughter is and we have a good session of it over this. We still are. Plus it has an even happier ending which is coming soon...

Part two; "The Reason for Lois Lane Shoes" or "My New Job!"

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Two Hours and Fifteen Minutes

"We always wind up talking about death." says Binker to me on the phone this evening.

"We do not always wind up talking about death. It's part of life and we talk about pretty much everything so yeah we're going to talk about it but we do not always talk about it.", I object.

"Oh! That reminds me. I thought of an interesting scenario. What if it wasn't you that had two hours and fifteen minutes, it was someone else?"

"That is interesting!", pause, "okay so maybe we do talk about death a lot."

Two hours and fifteen minutes. It's a game we started about a year and a half ago. If the world was going to explode in two hours and fifteen minutes what would you do with that time? I'm pretty sure at the time it was because we wanted to watch Batman instead of go to class but it didn't go away.

From this came all sorts of hypothesis and variations of the question. Does the whole world KNOW it's going to blow up or only the two of us? What if it was just the two of us that were going to die and no explosions were present? What if just one of us was? What if it was a week instead of two hours and fifteen minutes? And now, what if someone else had two hours and fifteen minutes? Do only you know?

Would you tell the person? It was decided that this would depend on the person. If you don't tell the person are you responsible for telling people this person is close to?

I ask what Binker would do if someone just came up to him and told him he only had two hours and fifteen minutes to live. He wouldn't really take them seriously, some random stranger, but I insist that he would still look at that time slot differently and whether or not random stranger was prophet or loon (though sometimes the two are not mutually exclusive) would weigh on his mind. Of course after all the conversations we've had about it he says that if someone randomly came up and spouted that exact number at him he would certainly wonder.

I suggested we could change people's lives by being the random prophet loons. Not becuase they'd die, but because maybe they'd live those two hours and fifteen minutes in a different light. Maybe they'd call their Mom. Maybe they'd get a massage. Maybe we'd get arrested. It wouldn't be the first time one of our "normal" activities got attention from the police.
("I need to see some ID."
Sorry sir none of us have any on us.
"What are you all doing down here "(at the park after dark)
We were singing sir.
" ? ... ? I need to see some ID.")

In a mere fifteen minutes it will be 2:00 and I should most certainly be in bed by that time. Goodnight and if the world explodes may your dreams til then be pleasant ones! And I hope you fit in a good midnight snack. ;)

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Hello Again

I'm in the lobby of the Hampton Inn looking up various loved ones blogs, remembering what brilliant and beautiful people are in my life and considering converting some of todays giggles into a "blog". I'm also waiting for the others to come down and we're going to a movie though I'm really tired and not entirely sure this is a good idea. Ah well, can't really complain since I get to go see a movie and I'm tired because of late night chats with some of aforementioned beatiful people. So Miss Ambiguious is considering a return though it may be short lived. Time will tell. And lack of exhaustion. Or maybe the exhaustion is neccesary to the proces.