Tuesday, August 26, 2008


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


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;

: 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.
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.
: Shut up, you feline floozy!

[on the phone]
Vice Admiral Fangschliester: Your tone sounds rather grim. We haven't done anything foolish, have we?
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!"