*ahem*
new year's post....
*sighs*
I don't think I'm ready to write that yet.
For now I will say this...
it has been an incredible year. More ups and downs that I'd ever experienced before, more vivid memories than I can hold on to. More love than I ever thought I'd know.
More change, heartbreak, heartache, joy, unsurpassed peace and happiness than I can truly measure.
And through it all, 2 things remained. My Father in heaven, my rock and foundation, my salvation.
And a world of friends, more faithful and kind and patient and honest and fun and uplifting and gentle and weird and crazy and bad-at-replying-to-emails, but good-at-coming-to-airports...steadfast as humanly possible. I love them. If you're reading this, the likelihood is that you are among them, so I love you.
Thank you all for a wonderful year.
Praise God, from whom all blessing flow.
Praise Him, all creatures here below.
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host.
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Amen.
31.12.02
29.12.02
On the one hand, I love musical theatre, and being in a show.
On the other hand, my eyes hurt from the constant application and removal of make-up.
On the other hand, there's nothing like finding your spotlight.
On the other hand, I'm exhausted.
On the other hand, I've always wanted to do this.
On the other hand, I'm only in the chorus.
On the other hand, if I work hard, I'm pretty sure I could take this somewhere.
On the other hand...
THERE IS NO OTHER HAND!
On the other hand, my eyes hurt from the constant application and removal of make-up.
On the other hand, there's nothing like finding your spotlight.
On the other hand, I'm exhausted.
On the other hand, I've always wanted to do this.
On the other hand, I'm only in the chorus.
On the other hand, if I work hard, I'm pretty sure I could take this somewhere.
On the other hand...
THERE IS NO OTHER HAND!
25.12.02
Welcome to Our World
Tears are falling
Hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised
We've been waiting
Welcome, Holy Child
Welcome, Holy Child.
Hope that You don't
Mind our manger
How I wish we could have known
But long awaited
Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home
Please make Yourself at home.
Bring your peace
Into our violence
Bid our hungry soulds be filled.
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world.
Fragile finger
Sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart
Whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born.
So wrap our injured
Flesh around you
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin
And make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world.
--Chris Rice
Tears are falling
Hearts are breaking
How we need to hear from God
You've been promised
We've been waiting
Welcome, Holy Child
Welcome, Holy Child.
Hope that You don't
Mind our manger
How I wish we could have known
But long awaited
Holy Stranger
Make Yourself at home
Please make Yourself at home.
Bring your peace
Into our violence
Bid our hungry soulds be filled.
Word now breaking Heaven's silence
Welcome to our world
Welcome to our world.
Fragile finger
Sent to heal us
Tender brow prepared for thorn
Tiny heart
Whose blood will save us
Unto us is born
Unto us is born.
So wrap our injured
Flesh around you
Breathe our air and walk our sod
Rob our sin
And make us holy
Perfect Son of God
Welcome to our world.
--Chris Rice
22.12.02
Today I fell asleep:
sitting in a chair.
sitting on a couch.
(nearly while) standing on stage
(nearly while) walking through the mall.
sitting on a couch (@ home).
anytime/place I stopped moving for 30 sec. or more, falling asleep was a danger.
Yesterday I almost fell asleep while driving....IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY!
sunshine, warm air (in the car), cool air (through the window), music, etc...
That scared me. I definitely need MORE sleep!!!!!!
sitting in a chair.
sitting on a couch.
(nearly while) standing on stage
(nearly while) walking through the mall.
sitting on a couch (@ home).
anytime/place I stopped moving for 30 sec. or more, falling asleep was a danger.
Yesterday I almost fell asleep while driving....IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DAY!
sunshine, warm air (in the car), cool air (through the window), music, etc...
That scared me. I definitely need MORE sleep!!!!!!
Who can know what tomorrow holds?
But over the horizon, surely you and I will find...
Emmanuel, God with us.
Emmanuel.
Emmanuel, God with us.
The Son of Israel.
The years they come, and the years they go
Though we may forget somehow
That the child once born in Bethlehem
Is still among us now.
Emmanuel, God with us.
Emmanuel.
Emmanuel, God with us.
The Son of Israel.
Merry Christmas to all.
But over the horizon, surely you and I will find...
Emmanuel, God with us.
Emmanuel.
Emmanuel, God with us.
The Son of Israel.
The years they come, and the years they go
Though we may forget somehow
That the child once born in Bethlehem
Is still among us now.
Emmanuel, God with us.
Emmanuel.
Emmanuel, God with us.
The Son of Israel.
Merry Christmas to all.
20.12.02
Aside from counselling up at Keats, I've never had a job which required me to work a full work-week. I don't really have one now. A full week for a ymca child-care employee is 27.5 hours or something. None the less, I haven't had to work 5 days in a row before, and *phew* I'm glad it's the last day. Now, believe me, 4 straight weeks of work has been AWESOME ($$$), and it looks like there might be something for me in January, which is very exciting.
But for now, I am sooo tired, and if I don't see this side of 10:00 am for a couple of days, that would be fine.
By the way, come see the Sound of Music. I think we're over the hump (at least for now), and I predict the shows will be high energy from here on in.
If you do come, be sure to laugh and cry and sing along and clap and react to all the right things. For there is nothing worse than a sleeping audience.
Except, perhaps, no audience at all.
*hmmm....*
Listening to: city on a hill (the first). wow.
But for now, I am sooo tired, and if I don't see this side of 10:00 am for a couple of days, that would be fine.
By the way, come see the Sound of Music. I think we're over the hump (at least for now), and I predict the shows will be high energy from here on in.
If you do come, be sure to laugh and cry and sing along and clap and react to all the right things. For there is nothing worse than a sleeping audience.
Except, perhaps, no audience at all.
*hmmm....*
Listening to: city on a hill (the first). wow.
17.12.02
Today, I bought a red rain coat.
It's not a super-adventurer-plastic-goretex contraption, no no...it's classy, it's chic...it only cost me $40.06.
I am sooooo good. teeheehee...
This evening involved a little Christmas shopping, and a lot of driving around in the rain with 3 good friends, discussing things existential and philosophical. More on that later.
It's not a super-adventurer-plastic-goretex contraption, no no...it's classy, it's chic...it only cost me $40.06.
I am sooooo good. teeheehee...
This evening involved a little Christmas shopping, and a lot of driving around in the rain with 3 good friends, discussing things existential and philosophical. More on that later.
Have you ever observed the way children, when playing a game, will take the sudden proclamation of a rule as absolute truth?
For example, today I was watching some kids playing foosball. 2 were playing, 1 was sort of hanging about, and he suddenly announced that the player with the lowest score would win. Now, before this announcement, the players had been competing for the highest score, and when the winner became the loser, she was very upset.
They worked it out amongst themselves eventually, but I wondered why the 2 players simply took what their observer said to be true. He had no real authority, yet his annoucement caused an upset, because it changed the way the game was to be played.
Aren't children interesting?
For example, today I was watching some kids playing foosball. 2 were playing, 1 was sort of hanging about, and he suddenly announced that the player with the lowest score would win. Now, before this announcement, the players had been competing for the highest score, and when the winner became the loser, she was very upset.
They worked it out amongst themselves eventually, but I wondered why the 2 players simply took what their observer said to be true. He had no real authority, yet his annoucement caused an upset, because it changed the way the game was to be played.
Aren't children interesting?
14.12.02
HUZZAH! HALLELUJAH!!!! DO RE MI FA SO...and so on!
What a wonderful opening night!! In key, on cue, in time, on stage, voices clear, lines true, and standing ovation for cast and crew!
And I didn't even have to save the day once!
It was amazing. I am so in love with the theatre, and all it has to offer.
I look forward to seeing many of you @ later performances!!! We simply must schmooze* and schmaaz** after the shows!!!
What else? No, that was all. It's a beautiful show. Do come and see it!
* ** Theatrical terms for the bizarre meeting, greeting, talking, laughing, gift and hug giving, drinking, eating, complimenting, smiling (all exaggeratedly) that goes on after a performance, particularily between actors and actors, or actors and their friends, or actors and gay men. Hmm...weird.
What a wonderful opening night!! In key, on cue, in time, on stage, voices clear, lines true, and standing ovation for cast and crew!
And I didn't even have to save the day once!
It was amazing. I am so in love with the theatre, and all it has to offer.
I look forward to seeing many of you @ later performances!!! We simply must schmooze* and schmaaz** after the shows!!!
What else? No, that was all. It's a beautiful show. Do come and see it!
* ** Theatrical terms for the bizarre meeting, greeting, talking, laughing, gift and hug giving, drinking, eating, complimenting, smiling (all exaggeratedly) that goes on after a performance, particularily between actors and actors, or actors and their friends, or actors and gay men. Hmm...weird.
13.12.02
*Here she comes to save the day*
The nuns do some singing offstage. A song we've sung a million times.
The sopranos...*sighs*...they began the song in a completely different key.
I was mortified, shocked, embarassed.
So what did I, in my sickly, not-really-able-to-sing-soprano state do?
I leapt (leaped? lept?) to the challenge, and belted out the soprano line.
Hence, saving the day.
*high fives all 'round*
The nuns do some singing offstage. A song we've sung a million times.
The sopranos...*sighs*...they began the song in a completely different key.
I was mortified, shocked, embarassed.
So what did I, in my sickly, not-really-able-to-sing-soprano state do?
I leapt (leaped? lept?) to the challenge, and belted out the soprano line.
Hence, saving the day.
*high fives all 'round*
*BLOG OF PITY*
Today, I woke up sooo sick! My sinuses weighed a ton, my stomach was rolling with nausea, I was ready to gag.
I stood up, out of bed.
*mistake*
I was suddenly dizzy, nauseous and cold. My every muscle felt weak, and I swear I was shaking.
I stumbled upstairs. Got dressed et al. Tried to cancel my shift @ work (ymca daycare), but had no way to reach the other staff.
*ugh*
I threw up. I felt like I was about to die. I wondered what deadly virus was wreaking havoc on me. I went to work.
I sat in a chair for three hours, trying not to breathe on the children.
I went to the sound of music (our final rehearsal, we open tomorrow).
*gah*
It was just a bad day to be sick. When I should have been home in bed, I was @ daycare, and then onstage...
*ugh*
Now I am going to bed. I hope I feel better in the morning.
Today, I woke up sooo sick! My sinuses weighed a ton, my stomach was rolling with nausea, I was ready to gag.
I stood up, out of bed.
*mistake*
I was suddenly dizzy, nauseous and cold. My every muscle felt weak, and I swear I was shaking.
I stumbled upstairs. Got dressed et al. Tried to cancel my shift @ work (ymca daycare), but had no way to reach the other staff.
*ugh*
I threw up. I felt like I was about to die. I wondered what deadly virus was wreaking havoc on me. I went to work.
I sat in a chair for three hours, trying not to breathe on the children.
I went to the sound of music (our final rehearsal, we open tomorrow).
*gah*
It was just a bad day to be sick. When I should have been home in bed, I was @ daycare, and then onstage...
*ugh*
Now I am going to bed. I hope I feel better in the morning.
12.12.02
11.12.02
*ahem*
You are cordially invited to A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!!!
Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ
Date: Every day. Traditionally, December 25 but He's always around, so the date is flexible....
Time: Whenever you're ready. (Please don't be late, though, or you'll miss out on all the fun!)
Place: In your heart.... He'll meet you there. (You'll hear Him knock.)
Attire: Come as you are... grubbies are okay. He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.
Tickets: Admission is free. He's already paid for everyone... (He says you wouldn't have been able to afford it anyway... it cost Him everything He had. But you do need to accept the ticket!!
Refreshments: New wine, bread, and a far-out drink He calls "Living Water," followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!
Gift Suggestions: Your life. He's one of those people who already has everything else. (He's very generous in return though. Just wait until you see what He has for you!)
Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power, Eternity in Paradise, Contentment, and much more! (All "G" rated, so bring your family and friends.)
R.S.V.P. Very Important! He must know ahead so He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for future reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life."
*see you there*
You are cordially invited to A BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!!!
Guest of Honor: Jesus Christ
Date: Every day. Traditionally, December 25 but He's always around, so the date is flexible....
Time: Whenever you're ready. (Please don't be late, though, or you'll miss out on all the fun!)
Place: In your heart.... He'll meet you there. (You'll hear Him knock.)
Attire: Come as you are... grubbies are okay. He'll be washing our clothes anyway. He said something about new white robes and crowns for everyone who stays till the last.
Tickets: Admission is free. He's already paid for everyone... (He says you wouldn't have been able to afford it anyway... it cost Him everything He had. But you do need to accept the ticket!!
Refreshments: New wine, bread, and a far-out drink He calls "Living Water," followed by a supper that promises to be out of this world!
Gift Suggestions: Your life. He's one of those people who already has everything else. (He's very generous in return though. Just wait until you see what He has for you!)
Entertainment: Joy, Peace, Truth, Light, Life, Love, Real Happiness, Communion with God, Forgiveness, Miracles, Healing, Power, Eternity in Paradise, Contentment, and much more! (All "G" rated, so bring your family and friends.)
R.S.V.P. Very Important! He must know ahead so He can reserve a spot for you at the table. Also, He's keeping a list of His friends for future reference. He calls it the "Lamb's Book of Life."
*see you there*
10.12.02
It's the most wonderful time of the year!
My family has a plethora of Christmas CD's, tapes, and records--pop, classical, jazzy, instrumental, children's, cartoon...etc, etc, etc. so we listen to them all the time. Or at least, I do. I love a little instrumental music on while I putter about the house.
*putter, putter, putter*
Oh, and no, I can't golf.
My family has a plethora of Christmas CD's, tapes, and records--pop, classical, jazzy, instrumental, children's, cartoon...etc, etc, etc. so we listen to them all the time. Or at least, I do. I love a little instrumental music on while I putter about the house.
*putter, putter, putter*
Oh, and no, I can't golf.
8.12.02
Today was insane. Absolutely INSANE!
I loved it, to a degree.
12 hours of rehearsal is a bit much.
Except, of course, we started late because some people in the show don't understand that time is precious...time is of the essence....(union workers have great contracts so) time is money!
And I love all the people in the show, so spending the day with them ROCKED!
Aside from the ones who talk, and laugh during rehearsal, and who don't listen to the director (and then end up asking a barrage of foolish questions [hence wasting time...see above] later on). Or the ones who lounge in the aisles, so the crew and lighting/sound designers, director, stage manager, etc...can't walk by.
And the nuns sang so perfectly every time.
Oh, there was the one time...*trails off, looking out @ the audience*... we won't mention it though.
However, even with all the crap, angry moments, stupid people, etc, etc, etc...it was fun. It was work, yes, but I can't lie...I didn't mind it all that much. I love theatre, being on stage, the rehearsal bit. When it all comes together, and it's magical, and wonderful, and the house is full...
I'm ready for my solo now, mr.conductor.
*lights go up*
...we've only just begun...
I loved it, to a degree.
12 hours of rehearsal is a bit much.
Except, of course, we started late because some people in the show don't understand that time is precious...time is of the essence....(union workers have great contracts so) time is money!
And I love all the people in the show, so spending the day with them ROCKED!
Aside from the ones who talk, and laugh during rehearsal, and who don't listen to the director (and then end up asking a barrage of foolish questions [hence wasting time...see above] later on). Or the ones who lounge in the aisles, so the crew and lighting/sound designers, director, stage manager, etc...can't walk by.
And the nuns sang so perfectly every time.
Oh, there was the one time...*trails off, looking out @ the audience*... we won't mention it though.
However, even with all the crap, angry moments, stupid people, etc, etc, etc...it was fun. It was work, yes, but I can't lie...I didn't mind it all that much. I love theatre, being on stage, the rehearsal bit. When it all comes together, and it's magical, and wonderful, and the house is full...
I'm ready for my solo now, mr.conductor.
*lights go up*
...we've only just begun...
5.12.02
A few post-post comments...
-about "The Power of One". A few indiscrepencies.
1) in the beginning when the white boy is born (no, I don't remember movie names all that well), the midwife holds him up the in air, WITHOUT supporting his head and neck. Then the mum holds him, also with NO head or neck support.
With a real newborn, you would see some serious head rolling....thankfully actor baby was a few months old @ the time of filming, so we were spared this horrible sight. But really...let's try and be authentic! SUPPORT the head and neck.
2) Very few of the south africans actually had south african accents.
-about CSI:Miami.
1) since when do people wear heavy (looking) pant suits in the sweltering head of Miami?!
2) The other day, a plane crashed in a bog and people were rescued from the water. Mr. Rescue Man would lay them down, check their breath sounds, then begin chest compressions, while say, "Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! Breathe!". He'd be all intense and frenzied when a Mr.Detective would come over and say, "He's gone, Rescue Man." And Mr.Rescue Man would be crushed.
a) Chest compressions are only done if the person has no circulation (or if they're unconscious and choking, actually). NOT if the person is simply not breathing. So, Mr.Rescue Man should have check for a pulse after checking for breathing. *sighs* ABC!!! Airway, Breathing, Circulation.
b) You can't make a person breathe by pumping his/her chest and shouting, "Breathe! Breathe!....".
c) T.V. is stupid sometimes.
-about the chimp art...
1) who spends over a thousand dollars on a painting by a chimpanzee!?
2) ....?
-about "The Power of One". A few indiscrepencies.
1) in the beginning when the white boy is born (no, I don't remember movie names all that well), the midwife holds him up the in air, WITHOUT supporting his head and neck. Then the mum holds him, also with NO head or neck support.
With a real newborn, you would see some serious head rolling....thankfully actor baby was a few months old @ the time of filming, so we were spared this horrible sight. But really...let's try and be authentic! SUPPORT the head and neck.
2) Very few of the south africans actually had south african accents.
-about CSI:Miami.
1) since when do people wear heavy (looking) pant suits in the sweltering head of Miami?!
2) The other day, a plane crashed in a bog and people were rescued from the water. Mr. Rescue Man would lay them down, check their breath sounds, then begin chest compressions, while say, "Breathe! Breathe! Breathe! Breathe!". He'd be all intense and frenzied when a Mr.Detective would come over and say, "He's gone, Rescue Man." And Mr.Rescue Man would be crushed.
a) Chest compressions are only done if the person has no circulation (or if they're unconscious and choking, actually). NOT if the person is simply not breathing. So, Mr.Rescue Man should have check for a pulse after checking for breathing. *sighs* ABC!!! Airway, Breathing, Circulation.
b) You can't make a person breathe by pumping his/her chest and shouting, "Breathe! Breathe!....".
c) T.V. is stupid sometimes.
-about the chimp art...
1) who spends over a thousand dollars on a painting by a chimpanzee!?
2) ....?
4.12.02
I was just watching some mid-day artsy news program, and this was one of the stories.
A lady in Toronto rescued some laboratory chimps from a New York lab, about 5 years ago. The chimps were angry and suspicious at first, so to keep them occupied, she gave them materials to colour/paint with.
NOW...some of the paintings by the 15 would-be VanGogh's are on display @ a Toronto art gallery.
*ok, so up to here I thought, "hmm...neat". Odd but nice. read on.*
The paintings are available for sale. The cost? $700-$1200.
*what!?!*
A lady in Toronto rescued some laboratory chimps from a New York lab, about 5 years ago. The chimps were angry and suspicious at first, so to keep them occupied, she gave them materials to colour/paint with.
NOW...some of the paintings by the 15 would-be VanGogh's are on display @ a Toronto art gallery.
*ok, so up to here I thought, "hmm...neat". Odd but nice. read on.*
The paintings are available for sale. The cost? $700-$1200.
*what!?!*
3.12.02
1.12.02
Ok, perhaps a slight exaggeration, but...
George Frederick Handel's "Messiah", performed by the Capilano College Festival Chorus & Capilano College Singers & Orchestra was AMAZING!
Props to Jo and Andrew "choir boy" Lee!
Admittedly, Coldplay live...WOW! That's a good show. But there is nothing quite like seeing something like "messiah" performed so beautifully. The kind of music that stirs your soul.
When we all stood during the Hallelujah Chorus, I wanted to sing at the top of my voice!!!!!....but I didn't. It just wasn't a festival crowd....
My deepest thanks to Jo for securing me a ticket, and to Andrew for sending the first email.
WOW!
George Frederick Handel's "Messiah", performed by the Capilano College Festival Chorus & Capilano College Singers & Orchestra was AMAZING!
Props to Jo and Andrew "choir boy" Lee!
Admittedly, Coldplay live...WOW! That's a good show. But there is nothing quite like seeing something like "messiah" performed so beautifully. The kind of music that stirs your soul.
When we all stood during the Hallelujah Chorus, I wanted to sing at the top of my voice!!!!!....but I didn't. It just wasn't a festival crowd....
My deepest thanks to Jo for securing me a ticket, and to Andrew for sending the first email.
WOW!
29.11.02
other goals...
a) don't work with the ymca childcare for 10 years. No more than 4. Maybe not even that. The politics are too much....
ie. *can't say "christmas", it's holidays....BUT, Harry Potter galore (games, theme days, toys, costumes, movies, etc...)
*can't have colouring books. They stifle creativity.
*can't make the kids do anything (ie. an activity or game). They make all the decisions, more or less.
it's a recipe for anarchy!
b) do get some sales experience. It would be good to have.
c) always have good taste in music.
d) always drink, and introduce co-workers to, SoBe Nirvana.
e) work hard, play harder.
a-z) love Jesus.
a) don't work with the ymca childcare for 10 years. No more than 4. Maybe not even that. The politics are too much....
ie. *can't say "christmas", it's holidays....BUT, Harry Potter galore (games, theme days, toys, costumes, movies, etc...)
*can't have colouring books. They stifle creativity.
*can't make the kids do anything (ie. an activity or game). They make all the decisions, more or less.
it's a recipe for anarchy!
b) do get some sales experience. It would be good to have.
c) always have good taste in music.
d) always drink, and introduce co-workers to, SoBe Nirvana.
e) work hard, play harder.
a-z) love Jesus.
Mm...
career goals
1) job with flexible hours (ie, shift starts @ 8am, but you can arrive by 8:15am, and that's fine)
2) good pay ($15/hour or more)
3) kindergarden-(or is it garten?)-ers. They are the funnest age of kids to play with, colour with, chill with...they just rock. And they're SO cute!
4) something fufilling.
5) something with music/art/creativity...or where I can file stuff. Or all of the above.
Ha!
career goals
1) job with flexible hours (ie, shift starts @ 8am, but you can arrive by 8:15am, and that's fine)
2) good pay ($15/hour or more)
3) kindergarden-(or is it garten?)-ers. They are the funnest age of kids to play with, colour with, chill with...they just rock. And they're SO cute!
4) something fufilling.
5) something with music/art/creativity...or where I can file stuff. Or all of the above.
Ha!
I've figured out why I can't get to work on time.
I haven't had to be anywhere @ 7am, on a regular basis, for a couple of years! My body can't dig it, yo.
*sighs*
Shall I begin "wake up!" training? How does one go about doing that?
I work Monday-Thursday next week, mornings included.
Ugh.
Fire me now.
I haven't had to be anywhere @ 7am, on a regular basis, for a couple of years! My body can't dig it, yo.
*sighs*
Shall I begin "wake up!" training? How does one go about doing that?
I work Monday-Thursday next week, mornings included.
Ugh.
Fire me now.
oh yes, and for falling asleep music...hasten here, my weary friend(s).
Ah yes, and welcome to Alana and Jill (aka "the survivor").
Ah yes, and welcome to Alana and Jill (aka "the survivor").
25.11.02
Seven Years
Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favourite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
Spinning, laughing, dancing to her
favourite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
by Lee Alexander
--Norah Jones--
Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favourite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
is all alone
Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along
Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound
Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own
Spinning, laughing, dancing to her
favourite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
by Lee Alexander
--Norah Jones--
24.11.02
Just in case you'd forgotten...here are my latest advertising gimmicks again.
Listening to: Nora Jones. wow....
p.s. I did eventually get home last night. Well, "last night". I fell asleep on Alana's bed, and awoke with a *start* to Ryan tapping my feet...it was weird....it kinda freaked me out. Not because it was Ryan, but you know how when you wake up SUDDENLY...you can lose your breath and it's disorienting? It was like that.
Anyway, I got home safe and sound...never even came close to falling out of the vehicle while moving....*winks*. Props to Gillian (sp?) for surviving that with much grace and few injuries. Although, my teeth were chattering like crazy...I hate being cold.
we listened to: over the rhine.
Listening to: Nora Jones. wow....
p.s. I did eventually get home last night. Well, "last night". I fell asleep on Alana's bed, and awoke with a *start* to Ryan tapping my feet...it was weird....it kinda freaked me out. Not because it was Ryan, but you know how when you wake up SUDDENLY...you can lose your breath and it's disorienting? It was like that.
Anyway, I got home safe and sound...never even came close to falling out of the vehicle while moving....*winks*. Props to Gillian (sp?) for surviving that with much grace and few injuries. Although, my teeth were chattering like crazy...I hate being cold.
we listened to: over the rhine.
I aM exHausTed....but I can't go to sleep. I'm @ ALana's house, and Flowers is my ride...and they're all chillin'. and I need to go home. BUt I...I don't want to break up the partaaay yo yo...but I am so tired...
*ugh*
Jonathan Inc. and Radiogram were really good.
As was chillin' with Becca and Jenn, and meeting TIm...who I wrote my mp3 site down for.
yes! I am learning!
*hooray for stickie notes*
I am soooo tired.
Please can someone come and take me home?
*ugh*
Jonathan Inc. and Radiogram were really good.
As was chillin' with Becca and Jenn, and meeting TIm...who I wrote my mp3 site down for.
yes! I am learning!
*hooray for stickie notes*
I am soooo tired.
Please can someone come and take me home?
23.11.02
my music
What a day. Best thing said to me...
"I haven't felt that way during worship for a long time, sister." --Dave P.
I lead worship tonight, and for the first time in...over 2 years, I felt calm beforehand. Did I have everything together? NO, of course not. I am a procrastinator. *sighs*. But something happened. God was totally there. I myself had sore fingers, and I'm never all that confident "leading" (praise the Lord for amazing musicians....wow), but I just had to step back from the mic and let loose. Just sing...and sing and sing.
During the last song, "Better is One Day", I don't know what the crowd was doing (my eyes were closed...what else can you do when leading worship), but we were just going. It was building and going and going, and I couldn't stop it. I'm sure we would've just played that riff forever, and I don't think any of the guys were following me per se...@ some point we stopped, but it was like, "ooh..maaan...did we have to?".
It was sweet.
If you knew the One in whose presence you come tonight, you would ask him for more.
*Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah, your love makes me sing.*
good-nite. Sleep deep, sleep in peace. May you know true rest. God bless you.
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What a day. Best thing said to me...
"I haven't felt that way during worship for a long time, sister." --Dave P.
I lead worship tonight, and for the first time in...over 2 years, I felt calm beforehand. Did I have everything together? NO, of course not. I am a procrastinator. *sighs*. But something happened. God was totally there. I myself had sore fingers, and I'm never all that confident "leading" (praise the Lord for amazing musicians....wow), but I just had to step back from the mic and let loose. Just sing...and sing and sing.
During the last song, "Better is One Day", I don't know what the crowd was doing (my eyes were closed...what else can you do when leading worship), but we were just going. It was building and going and going, and I couldn't stop it. I'm sure we would've just played that riff forever, and I don't think any of the guys were following me per se...@ some point we stopped, but it was like, "ooh..maaan...did we have to?".
It was sweet.
If you knew the One in whose presence you come tonight, you would ask him for more.
*Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah, your love makes me sing.*
good-nite. Sleep deep, sleep in peace. May you know true rest. God bless you.
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21.11.02
Today, ladies and gents, is a monumental day in (my) music history.
CHECK IT OUT!!!!!
I am online, baby!
Downloadable, in fully pirate-friendly form! THERE I BE!
AIN'T I PRETTY!
I'M the KING (?) of NEW YORK!
*name that musical.....*
do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do!
CHECK IT OUT!!!!!
I am online, baby!
Downloadable, in fully pirate-friendly form! THERE I BE!
AIN'T I PRETTY!
I'M the KING (?) of NEW YORK!
*name that musical.....*
do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do!
20.11.02
I bought some 2-zone bus passes today, in the hopes that incidents like the one last week will be avoided (no change, waiting 1/2 an hour just to catch the bus...).
Also, it's cheaper this way.
I must give thanks to Ted for recommending Rufus' Guitar Shop (and yes, I dropped his name, but only once). The guitar doctor is cool; very careful, thorough, kind to the victim. And his price was SO MUCH LOWER than I thought, and he's eastern european (I think), so that's a bonus. (why? Well, when it comes to fixing instruments and other such things, eastern europeans seem to be the ones to go to. Besides, they have the best accents. AND my final doctor in Australia was Czech or something, and he was great. He gave me FREE antibiotics, and a good diagnosis. If only I'd run into him first....*sighs*).
Ok, that's all.
Also, it's cheaper this way.
I must give thanks to Ted for recommending Rufus' Guitar Shop (and yes, I dropped his name, but only once). The guitar doctor is cool; very careful, thorough, kind to the victim. And his price was SO MUCH LOWER than I thought, and he's eastern european (I think), so that's a bonus. (why? Well, when it comes to fixing instruments and other such things, eastern europeans seem to be the ones to go to. Besides, they have the best accents. AND my final doctor in Australia was Czech or something, and he was great. He gave me FREE antibiotics, and a good diagnosis. If only I'd run into him first....*sighs*).
Ok, that's all.
I believe I neglected to mention to you that on Friday night, with Mikael, Ben, Jesse, and Ash in tow, I managed to put a nice 3 or so foot long scrape on Big Red, right above the rear right wheel.
Add this to the guitar incident, and you may conclude 2 things...
1) I'm somewhat klutzy.
2) I won't really "bring a paycheque home" for sometime.
3) Not that I do that now, given that I maybe work once a week (GAH!), but the chances of my doing so will be lessened even further.
4) I haven't been having "good days".
5) I need a job. A regular job. With decent pay. And I need an employer who won't mind the time constraints being in a production of the sound of music creates.
6) Though I never thought I'd say this, I want to work @ the Portland Hotel. I know the drill, I don't mind the drill, I get to ride the bus, and the pay is incredible (@ least for me). Bring it on HEU, bring it on. By hook or by crook, I will get my job back.
7) I need a hug.
8) I'm going to cry.
9) Or run off and join ywam.
10) I need a hug.
Good-night. Good-night. Parting is...well, at least I can't break anything while I'm asleep...I hope.
Except for my discman, which keeps falling off my dresser during the night.
Yep.
Just kick me now.
Add this to the guitar incident, and you may conclude 2 things...
1) I'm somewhat klutzy.
2) I won't really "bring a paycheque home" for sometime.
3) Not that I do that now, given that I maybe work once a week (GAH!), but the chances of my doing so will be lessened even further.
4) I haven't been having "good days".
5) I need a job. A regular job. With decent pay. And I need an employer who won't mind the time constraints being in a production of the sound of music creates.
6) Though I never thought I'd say this, I want to work @ the Portland Hotel. I know the drill, I don't mind the drill, I get to ride the bus, and the pay is incredible (@ least for me). Bring it on HEU, bring it on. By hook or by crook, I will get my job back.
7) I need a hug.
8) I'm going to cry.
9) Or run off and join ywam.
10) I need a hug.
Good-night. Good-night. Parting is...well, at least I can't break anything while I'm asleep...I hope.
Except for my discman, which keeps falling off my dresser during the night.
Yep.
Just kick me now.
WELL! I am not.
cool Jesus story...
Luke 6:6-11
"On another Sabbath he went into the synagogue and was teaching, and a man was there whose right hand was shriveled. The Pharisees and the teachers of the law were looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, so they watched him closely to see if he would heal on the Sabbath. But Jesus knew what they were thinking and said to the man with the shriveled hands, "Get up and stand in front of everyone." So he got up and stood there.
Then Jesus said to them, "I ask you, which is lawful on the Sabbath: to do good or to do evil, to save life or to destroy it?"
He looked around at them all, and then said to the man, "Stretch out your hand." He did so, and his hand was completely restored. But they were furious and began to discuss with one another what they might do to Jesus."
*end scene*
cool Jesus story...
Luke 6:6-11
"On another Sabbath he went into the synagogue and was teaching, and a man was there whose right hand was shriveled. The Pharisees and the teachers of the law were looking for a reason to accuse Jesus, so they watched him closely to see if he would heal on the Sabbath. But Jesus knew what they were thinking and said to the man with the shriveled hands, "Get up and stand in front of everyone." So he got up and stood there.
Then Jesus said to them, "I ask you, which is lawful on the Sabbath: to do good or to do evil, to save life or to destroy it?"
He looked around at them all, and then said to the man, "Stretch out your hand." He did so, and his hand was completely restored. But they were furious and began to discuss with one another what they might do to Jesus."
*end scene*
19.11.02
I hadn't had a bad day...until I tripped, and fell...my shoes fell off (or I fell out of them), and the Takamine (?) fell with me.
I'm shocked. I've become one of those idiots everyone hates. A Guitar-Dropper.
It's at times like this when I wish I had a "guitar guy". My "rogers video guy" just won't cut it this time.
I'm shocked. I've become one of those idiots everyone hates. A Guitar-Dropper.
It's at times like this when I wish I had a "guitar guy". My "rogers video guy" just won't cut it this time.
stuff to remember list...
1) when meeting fans, don't push the album so much as ask their names, chat with them, etc...
2) mailing list! *fist to forehead* mailing list!
3) practice before any gig, open mic or otherwise.
4) wear good shoes.
5) ah yes...DON'T drop Ash's guitar on the floor. Ever.
...again.
*fist to face* DOH!
1) when meeting fans, don't push the album so much as ask their names, chat with them, etc...
2) mailing list! *fist to forehead* mailing list!
3) practice before any gig, open mic or otherwise.
4) wear good shoes.
5) ah yes...DON'T drop Ash's guitar on the floor. Ever.
...again.
*fist to face* DOH!
18.11.02
me and big red had the best time, along with Deliriou5? and their album GLO...which I love.
so simple. so worshipful. focussed up, hands raised. melodies soaring.
The Rock Garden itself was amazing...or rather, God was. God is.
I love Him so much...I can't deny that. I won't.
I've said that a million times, and I will say it a million times more, I'm certain.
*sighs*
well...
thank you so much for reading my blog. I appreciate the patronage. Feel very, very welcome to comment whenever/whatever...
Check here for a gig announcement...or just note...
Backstage Lounge @ Arts Club Theatre...
Monday Oct. 18 @ 10pm ish.
me...and ash poon of in medias res...
no cover.
be there.
so simple. so worshipful. focussed up, hands raised. melodies soaring.
The Rock Garden itself was amazing...or rather, God was. God is.
I love Him so much...I can't deny that. I won't.
I've said that a million times, and I will say it a million times more, I'm certain.
*sighs*
well...
thank you so much for reading my blog. I appreciate the patronage. Feel very, very welcome to comment whenever/whatever...
Check here for a gig announcement...or just note...
Backstage Lounge @ Arts Club Theatre...
Monday Oct. 18 @ 10pm ish.
me...and ash poon of in medias res...
no cover.
be there.
17.11.02
driving to rock garden aloooone...
just me and big red (that's my van)...
no friends to call us on the phooone...
and mikael won't even be there to fiddle with the antennae...
driving to rock garden aloooone...
perhaps it will give me a chance to talk to Jesus...
about some stuff that's in between us...
with no friends to distract me...
driving to rock garden aloooone...
not so bad after all.
I'll see you there...if you be there...
if not...well, have fun @ home.
*sung to the tune that's in my head*
just me and big red (that's my van)...
no friends to call us on the phooone...
and mikael won't even be there to fiddle with the antennae...
driving to rock garden aloooone...
perhaps it will give me a chance to talk to Jesus...
about some stuff that's in between us...
with no friends to distract me...
driving to rock garden aloooone...
not so bad after all.
I'll see you there...if you be there...
if not...well, have fun @ home.
*sung to the tune that's in my head*
16.11.02
Tonight, and tonight only...the Appenheimer Family Singers will be....*singing*
@ Brighouse United Church (email me @ melindaslife@hotmail.com for directions)...@ 6:30pm.
Free Food included.
And....well...you'd be watching me sing with my family. All 6 of us. Lined up, and in perfect 6 part harmony.
How could you even THINK of missing this!?
*originally I had the church address in here, but given that some strange person COULD be reading this...I thought I'd play it safe...so email me if you want to come*
@ Brighouse United Church (email me @ melindaslife@hotmail.com for directions)...@ 6:30pm.
Free Food included.
And....well...you'd be watching me sing with my family. All 6 of us. Lined up, and in perfect 6 part harmony.
How could you even THINK of missing this!?
*originally I had the church address in here, but given that some strange person COULD be reading this...I thought I'd play it safe...so email me if you want to come*
15.11.02
That blog..about the Nelly Video...I didn't post it. It was Jo.
*cowers in the corner....*
Ok, ok, ok. It was me. I thought (and another smarty-pants I know agreed) that "dilemma" should be spelled "dilemna". I don't know why...we just thought that.
Apparently, I was wrong. And so was she.
But this is my blog...so I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
*offers apology bouquet*
*cowers in the corner....*
Ok, ok, ok. It was me. I thought (and another smarty-pants I know agreed) that "dilemma" should be spelled "dilemna". I don't know why...we just thought that.
Apparently, I was wrong. And so was she.
But this is my blog...so I was wrong.
I'm sorry.
*offers apology bouquet*
I think I made a lot of spelling mistakes in that last one...
where's the english major?!
Ah yes...in Nelly's video with Kelly Rowland...the one that opens in "Nellyville"...
when Kelly moves in, across the screen reads "Dilemma"...the word is spelt "Dilemna"
*sighs*
you'd think somebody in music-video-production land would notice these things...
*ears perk up*
what's this? a new calling!?
where's the english major?!
Ah yes...in Nelly's video with Kelly Rowland...the one that opens in "Nellyville"...
when Kelly moves in, across the screen reads "Dilemma"...the word is spelt "Dilemna"
*sighs*
you'd think somebody in music-video-production land would notice these things...
*ears perk up*
what's this? a new calling!?
Today or Yesterday, I was driving or walking and thinking to myself something about accountability. The thought I was attempting to form was something like this: I had become used to (refering to dts) having friends around to hold me accountable to a very high standard. Or, perhaps not high but holy. They knew me very, very well (the good, the bad, the ugly, etc...), had an idea of who I "had" been, who I was "now", and who I am wanting to become! They didn't let me slip too far, and they were so frank with me...sometimes it *hurt*. But it was such a good thing! And it was a 2-way thing. We didn't let each other reside in self-pity or blah blah blah, all those other human nature things.
But here @ home, my friends don't necessarily know the standard I've set for myself, the standard those dts friends held me to.
I think Jo has just proven me wrong...
(an excerpt)
jPo says:
well... do you want to hear God?
melinda joy: not of my own volition... says:
absolutely.
jPo says:
then wake up and listen
*HUZZAH!*
But here @ home, my friends don't necessarily know the standard I've set for myself, the standard those dts friends held me to.
I think Jo has just proven me wrong...
(an excerpt)
jPo says:
well... do you want to hear God?
melinda joy: not of my own volition... says:
absolutely.
jPo says:
then wake up and listen
*HUZZAH!*
Ha! that was pathetic!
*woe is m--+smack+...*
Anyway...
A few days ago I said it was a good day for blogging...but I hate this backlog blogging.
That day, Jo called me! How wonderful! She wanted to hang out! So I said, "yeah baby!".
We went to...."the mall".....*shivers*. But it was alright.
I got...new black skate shoes (from payless....rah!), AND toe socks!
*what's with toe socks, anyway? Gloves for your feet?! And how do they know that the toes will even fit every toe!? What's that all about...*
Blah blah blah.
Then I bought black pants @ old navy with *visa*...yes yes, I am getting my butt kicked by a credit card.
A CREDIT CARD!
Ok, that's it. I'm done. *peace out* and read Romans 12.
*woe is m--+smack+...*
Anyway...
A few days ago I said it was a good day for blogging...but I hate this backlog blogging.
That day, Jo called me! How wonderful! She wanted to hang out! So I said, "yeah baby!".
We went to...."the mall".....*shivers*. But it was alright.
I got...new black skate shoes (from payless....rah!), AND toe socks!
*what's with toe socks, anyway? Gloves for your feet?! And how do they know that the toes will even fit every toe!? What's that all about...*
Blah blah blah.
Then I bought black pants @ old navy with *visa*...yes yes, I am getting my butt kicked by a credit card.
A CREDIT CARD!
Ok, that's it. I'm done. *peace out* and read Romans 12.
So...
today, @ the end of choir, a tenor's cell phone rang, and he answered it, and as he headed out the door, we all heard, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET BACK IN HERE...HOW DARE YOU...!"
*tenor shuffles into place, and we all...freeze*
*Mr.Pullan cracks a joke, and we all giggle nervously...secretly, I pity the poor tenor, and blush for fear that someday, this same fate might befall me...*
God forbid. Please, please, please!
today, @ the end of choir, a tenor's cell phone rang, and he answered it, and as he headed out the door, we all heard, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET BACK IN HERE...HOW DARE YOU...!"
*tenor shuffles into place, and we all...freeze*
*Mr.Pullan cracks a joke, and we all giggle nervously...secretly, I pity the poor tenor, and blush for fear that someday, this same fate might befall me...*
God forbid. Please, please, please!
14.11.02
OH man! I've been taking time off from blogging, and now I can't remember what it is I've been wanting to say!
*argh*
It's been a good week so far, just so you know.
OH YEAH! Yesterday, I worked @ a school in Vancouver, which requires bussing there and back. I borrowed $3 from my dad for morning bus, and I knew I had $3 in my wallet for evening bus.
So, imgaine my surprise when I get out my wallet only to find.....a twoonie, 2 quarters, 3 American dimes, 1 nickel, and 5 pennies.
Yes, yes, as you add that up in your head, you will find that it equals $2.90 (plus exchange rates), not the required $3, for an adult, 2 zone fare. *sighs* I pouted for a bit, worried, scratched my head, found some bus passes, {but they weren't mine so I couldn't take one}.
Finally, I left the school, deciding to wait until 6:30pm to catch a bus (I got off work @ 5:50pm), because at that time, all zone fares are the one-zone price.
So I did.
On the way home, the guy across from me was playing with the string/handle thing on his cell phone. Then he dropped it. He held it still for a minute, before playing with the string again.
People are funny.
*argh*
It's been a good week so far, just so you know.
OH YEAH! Yesterday, I worked @ a school in Vancouver, which requires bussing there and back. I borrowed $3 from my dad for morning bus, and I knew I had $3 in my wallet for evening bus.
So, imgaine my surprise when I get out my wallet only to find.....a twoonie, 2 quarters, 3 American dimes, 1 nickel, and 5 pennies.
Yes, yes, as you add that up in your head, you will find that it equals $2.90 (plus exchange rates), not the required $3, for an adult, 2 zone fare. *sighs* I pouted for a bit, worried, scratched my head, found some bus passes, {but they weren't mine so I couldn't take one}.
Finally, I left the school, deciding to wait until 6:30pm to catch a bus (I got off work @ 5:50pm), because at that time, all zone fares are the one-zone price.
So I did.
On the way home, the guy across from me was playing with the string/handle thing on his cell phone. Then he dropped it. He held it still for a minute, before playing with the string again.
People are funny.
12.11.02
11.11.02
Gah! Shmeh! BLagh!
so much time, and nothing to post.
Except...
I am happy to be in the Sound of Music @ the Gateway Theatre in Richmond, BC this Christmas. *hint, hint* Let's make that c-l-e-a-r. ok? Good.
Now...what I am not....umm, so thrilled about...
1) the show schedule. 8pm shows Tuesday-Saturday, with 1pm matinees on Saturday and Sunday. ARRGH!!! So if you're having a party....let it go waaaay into the wee hours of the morning (ie past...12 midnight) OR have it on a Sunday or Monday night...or during the daytime...
*sighs*
2) the distinct lack of Christmas-season (MY FAVOURITE TIME OF YEAR) social life.
3) Too many divas.
4) My status as a non-slingshot owner.
5) *whimpers* my feet hurt.
6) If I keep whining like this, I'll have no friends left.
7) who will come see the show if I have no friends?!
8) *sobs* my life is over.
9) or I over-react.
10) I'm in my FIRST EVER show (not @ school). I'm so excited *whooee*, and I just can't hide it....*la la la*...
so much time, and nothing to post.
Except...
I am happy to be in the Sound of Music @ the Gateway Theatre in Richmond, BC this Christmas. *hint, hint* Let's make that c-l-e-a-r. ok? Good.
Now...what I am not....umm, so thrilled about...
1) the show schedule. 8pm shows Tuesday-Saturday, with 1pm matinees on Saturday and Sunday. ARRGH!!! So if you're having a party....let it go waaaay into the wee hours of the morning (ie past...12 midnight) OR have it on a Sunday or Monday night...or during the daytime...
*sighs*
2) the distinct lack of Christmas-season (MY FAVOURITE TIME OF YEAR) social life.
3) Too many divas.
4) My status as a non-slingshot owner.
5) *whimpers* my feet hurt.
6) If I keep whining like this, I'll have no friends left.
7) who will come see the show if I have no friends?!
8) *sobs* my life is over.
9) or I over-react.
10) I'm in my FIRST EVER show (not @ school). I'm so excited *whooee*, and I just can't hide it....*la la la*...
Weekend Update...
- wedding: good
- playing @ wedding: fun, fun.
- kirstin: gorgeous and happy.
- winston: so in love with her.
- mr. and mrs. dolby: what God has joined together, let no man (or woman, or satan) split apart.
- driving: fun. Never fell asleep.
- john mayer: mmmm....
- stuff I can't think of cuz it's 2 am: anecdotes galore.
- watching the sun rise in the Fraser Canyon: breath-taking.
- som rehearsal: ugh. but I get to dance.
- the red violin: ....it's canadian?!...
- level of patriotism: through the roof.
- need for sleep: immeasurable.
- wedding: good
- playing @ wedding: fun, fun.
- kirstin: gorgeous and happy.
- winston: so in love with her.
- mr. and mrs. dolby: what God has joined together, let no man (or woman, or satan) split apart.
- driving: fun. Never fell asleep.
- john mayer: mmmm....
- stuff I can't think of cuz it's 2 am: anecdotes galore.
- watching the sun rise in the Fraser Canyon: breath-taking.
- som rehearsal: ugh. but I get to dance.
- the red violin: ....it's canadian?!...
- level of patriotism: through the roof.
- need for sleep: immeasurable.
9.11.02
Tomorrow (Well, today) my friend Anna and I will be driving to Kamloops for the wedding of Kirstin and Winston (she was on my dts). I'm excited.
Could you please pray for 1) travelling mercies for all who will be trekking out to the wedding, 2) cool fellowship and laughs and good road-trip time for Anna and I, 3) an amazing, blessed, holy day for Kirstin and Winston, 4) that God would be glorified.
OH yes, Anna is coming because we are singing together...so please pray that 1) musically, we would do well, and the songs would be enjoyed by K&W, their family and friends, 2) again, that God would be glorified.
It's a wedding!
I'm reminded of Rick's recent talks @ Rock Garden, about Jesus turning water into wine, and how God is all about celebration, and abundance and joy....
If you have time, please lift us up in prayer. It should be a great day!
Speaking of which...I need to get to bed!
love u!
Melinda
Could you please pray for 1) travelling mercies for all who will be trekking out to the wedding, 2) cool fellowship and laughs and good road-trip time for Anna and I, 3) an amazing, blessed, holy day for Kirstin and Winston, 4) that God would be glorified.
OH yes, Anna is coming because we are singing together...so please pray that 1) musically, we would do well, and the songs would be enjoyed by K&W, their family and friends, 2) again, that God would be glorified.
It's a wedding!
I'm reminded of Rick's recent talks @ Rock Garden, about Jesus turning water into wine, and how God is all about celebration, and abundance and joy....
If you have time, please lift us up in prayer. It should be a great day!
Speaking of which...I need to get to bed!
love u!
Melinda
I've been meaning to tell you that I was driving home from somewhere recently, listening to the Old Skool Hour on 94.5FM...and I heard that hip-hip-hippity-hop or whatever song by the Sugar Hill Gang (?)...and I decided that they are on the list of....people whose music must be listened to. A lot. @ least that song.
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8.11.02
Sometimes I read Guideposts Magazine...and sometimes what I read is pretty inspiring or challenging.
Here are a few quips...
"Hope is much more than a mood. It involves a commitment to action...What we hope for should be what we are prepared to work for and so bring about, as far as that power lies in us."
--John Polkinghorne, The God of Hope and the End of the World
"Deep faith is paranoia turned inside out. It is open instead of closed...It allows us to trust ourselves and others even if we and they have proven untrustworthy in the past."
--Thomas Moore, The Soul's Religion
And this one...well these 2...left me silenced.
"Prayer is a choice. For us to pray, to give thanks, or to voice our questions and doubts shows that we are choosing to leave an opening in our spirits. Without this opening, there is no vessel, no place into which God can breathe."
--Joanna Laufer, Inspired Lives: Exploring the Role of Faith and Spirituality in the Lives of Extraordinary People
"Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the one who hears it and not the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference."
--Max Lucado
Here are a few quips...
"Hope is much more than a mood. It involves a commitment to action...What we hope for should be what we are prepared to work for and so bring about, as far as that power lies in us."
--John Polkinghorne, The God of Hope and the End of the World
"Deep faith is paranoia turned inside out. It is open instead of closed...It allows us to trust ourselves and others even if we and they have proven untrustworthy in the past."
--Thomas Moore, The Soul's Religion
And this one...well these 2...left me silenced.
"Prayer is a choice. For us to pray, to give thanks, or to voice our questions and doubts shows that we are choosing to leave an opening in our spirits. Without this opening, there is no vessel, no place into which God can breathe."
--Joanna Laufer, Inspired Lives: Exploring the Role of Faith and Spirituality in the Lives of Extraordinary People
"Our prayers may be awkward. Our attempts may be feeble. But since the power of prayer is in the one who hears it and not the one who says it, our prayers do make a difference."
--Max Lucado
7.11.02
I am becoming the biggest jerk ever.
Gifts of compassion are strewn across the desert as I get stomped on again and again by the people I try and care for.
It's been prophesied that I will care until it hurts me, as caring for us hurts God. And I can only offer to others what I in turn receive from Him...
Does anyone understand that? Can anyone grasp what it is MY life, MY thoughts, MY feelings are like? It would be nice to be understood, rather than avoided.
I was never, ever discouraged by someone who was "closer" to God than me. It's so funny the terms we used to talk about one's feelings about God. I am in a relationship with God. We have a friendship, a Father-daughter, Saviour-saved, Best Friend....something that goes beyond any human comparison. Odd then how we can say we are far away from God, and that we don't know how to get back to Him...
What do you do in any friendship where there's a distance? You communicate! You go out, you ask each other questions, you listen to the responses, you send emails, you....communicate. Make an effort, a sacrifice. After a long time of silence, you take the plunge and pick up the phone.
Do you honestly believe it's any different with God?
The only difference is....He doesn't need to be reach via anything but...a spoken word.
Now I am rambling...but if you thought my last post applied to you, or was about you...maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Maybe I was just blabbering...
but the truth of it is, some of the people I love most in the world are ready to hurl themselves off a bridge...and I am desperate for them to see the light, the truth....the life that God is holding out, offering freely.
So if that's you, be not offended, but realize...I am weak. I am. But I care...perhaps more than you realize. I pray that if a grain of truth slips through your veil of despair it would be...that beyond cliches and church talk...God loves you.
Think about it.
Choose something to meditate on other than your own sadness. That's the only way out.
The way I live is a choice. It's a struggle, a daily battle to choose God over...whatever else. But worth...more than gold.
Like Matt said, when my life boiled down to me and God...cliches took on meanings so deep, all I could do was lie on my face and praise the Lord.
*sleep peacefully*
Gifts of compassion are strewn across the desert as I get stomped on again and again by the people I try and care for.
It's been prophesied that I will care until it hurts me, as caring for us hurts God. And I can only offer to others what I in turn receive from Him...
Does anyone understand that? Can anyone grasp what it is MY life, MY thoughts, MY feelings are like? It would be nice to be understood, rather than avoided.
I was never, ever discouraged by someone who was "closer" to God than me. It's so funny the terms we used to talk about one's feelings about God. I am in a relationship with God. We have a friendship, a Father-daughter, Saviour-saved, Best Friend....something that goes beyond any human comparison. Odd then how we can say we are far away from God, and that we don't know how to get back to Him...
What do you do in any friendship where there's a distance? You communicate! You go out, you ask each other questions, you listen to the responses, you send emails, you....communicate. Make an effort, a sacrifice. After a long time of silence, you take the plunge and pick up the phone.
Do you honestly believe it's any different with God?
The only difference is....He doesn't need to be reach via anything but...a spoken word.
Now I am rambling...but if you thought my last post applied to you, or was about you...maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Maybe I was just blabbering...
but the truth of it is, some of the people I love most in the world are ready to hurl themselves off a bridge...and I am desperate for them to see the light, the truth....the life that God is holding out, offering freely.
So if that's you, be not offended, but realize...I am weak. I am. But I care...perhaps more than you realize. I pray that if a grain of truth slips through your veil of despair it would be...that beyond cliches and church talk...God loves you.
Think about it.
Choose something to meditate on other than your own sadness. That's the only way out.
The way I live is a choice. It's a struggle, a daily battle to choose God over...whatever else. But worth...more than gold.
Like Matt said, when my life boiled down to me and God...cliches took on meanings so deep, all I could do was lie on my face and praise the Lord.
*sleep peacefully*
WEll....Anna and I will rock the house [aka wedding] on Saturday.
I've realized that 1) I'm not really all that funny anymore (on the blog) and 2) I have nothing of significance to write about. 3) Anything I would choose to write about would most likely be labelled as "too spiritual" or "too joyful" or "too 'in-a-good-place-with-God" to be understood.
Bitter? Not so much. Hurt? Yep. Angry? Yeah...lots of "how dare he/she/they..." statements rolling through my brain.
Yeah, sometimes life sucks. A lot of the time actually. My suggestion? Get off your whining binge and do something about it. If I read one more blog entry about, "oh...parents suck. Oh...my friends don't love me...Oh...I'm so far from God...Oohhh...why don't I just die", I think I will shoot somebody...[with a slingshot of course. Just a nice "wake me up"].
Same goes for the next person who says to me via email/msn/letter/in person/phone or otherwise, "you can't understand what it's like....". No, I don't know what it is to be IN YOUR HEAD...but I know depression and the addiction of despair, and self-hatred and all that jazz.
I've found a way to rise above and live with joy.
Are you courageous enough to want it for yourself?
I've realized that 1) I'm not really all that funny anymore (on the blog) and 2) I have nothing of significance to write about. 3) Anything I would choose to write about would most likely be labelled as "too spiritual" or "too joyful" or "too 'in-a-good-place-with-God" to be understood.
Bitter? Not so much. Hurt? Yep. Angry? Yeah...lots of "how dare he/she/they..." statements rolling through my brain.
Yeah, sometimes life sucks. A lot of the time actually. My suggestion? Get off your whining binge and do something about it. If I read one more blog entry about, "oh...parents suck. Oh...my friends don't love me...Oh...I'm so far from God...Oohhh...why don't I just die", I think I will shoot somebody...[with a slingshot of course. Just a nice "wake me up"].
Same goes for the next person who says to me via email/msn/letter/in person/phone or otherwise, "you can't understand what it's like....". No, I don't know what it is to be IN YOUR HEAD...but I know depression and the addiction of despair, and self-hatred and all that jazz.
I've found a way to rise above and live with joy.
Are you courageous enough to want it for yourself?
5.11.02
When your survival is reduced down to your faith, certain words take on much greater meaning, cliche becomes truth and you find yourself spouting out words you always hated to hear from other people.
Matt | 11.05.02 - 3:20 pm
Taken from the imr blog...a comment to a post by ash (the only one with 31 comments to date). It comes after one that I wrote...
After much discussion (amidst laughter and margaritas *virgin*, I had decided to post a p.s. comment....but perhaps I shan't.
Steve did a much better job of it, as did Leigh.
It has come to my attention that the way in which I speak of my faith can be interpreted as cliche and naive or ignorant.
My p.s. comment was simply going to attempt to state that, while I am a little more intense in my beliefs than some, I do not just speak of them, or think about them...they are my life. The truths I expressed in my previous comment are not just ideological statements or doctrinal understanding, but they are a result of a very real, very life-changing encouter with a very real God (blah, blah, maybe that's cliche, but get over it. I'm trying to be REAL here...trust me). This encouter has so impacted my life that the truth I speak of comes from who I am. It is what forms my morals, my beliefs, my faith--and hence my actions. For me, they are all tied up together...and I also tend to get a bit emotional. *sighs*
Anyway...I'm not sure if that made the point I was going for, but well...I'm sure someone out there will let me know.
I do not know how to separate "spiritual" me from "physical" me...but I will try and be more pragmatic in matters of faith...
*peace*
mel a. | Homepage | 11.05.02 - 6:09 am
If you really want the whole story go here. And Matt, if you ever read this...thank you.
Matt | 11.05.02 - 3:20 pm
Taken from the imr blog...a comment to a post by ash (the only one with 31 comments to date). It comes after one that I wrote...
After much discussion (amidst laughter and margaritas *virgin*, I had decided to post a p.s. comment....but perhaps I shan't.
Steve did a much better job of it, as did Leigh.
It has come to my attention that the way in which I speak of my faith can be interpreted as cliche and naive or ignorant.
My p.s. comment was simply going to attempt to state that, while I am a little more intense in my beliefs than some, I do not just speak of them, or think about them...they are my life. The truths I expressed in my previous comment are not just ideological statements or doctrinal understanding, but they are a result of a very real, very life-changing encouter with a very real God (blah, blah, maybe that's cliche, but get over it. I'm trying to be REAL here...trust me). This encouter has so impacted my life that the truth I speak of comes from who I am. It is what forms my morals, my beliefs, my faith--and hence my actions. For me, they are all tied up together...and I also tend to get a bit emotional. *sighs*
Anyway...I'm not sure if that made the point I was going for, but well...I'm sure someone out there will let me know.
I do not know how to separate "spiritual" me from "physical" me...but I will try and be more pragmatic in matters of faith...
*peace*
mel a. | Homepage | 11.05.02 - 6:09 am
If you really want the whole story go here. And Matt, if you ever read this...thank you.
by Mark Dowds
www.freshresource.com
-- After a long season of working in church I had to step back and ask the question about cultural relevance. In almost every forum and gathering of trendy people and progressive church leaders there is a heavy focus on the forms of worship and internal organizational expression. Many of our forms are cooler that they have ever been but we must still ask the question, \"is this culturally relevance at its finest?\" If it is, why are the unchurched not interested? I think one of the big shifts coming our way is learning the ability to be relevant in society instead of in the church meetings. It is an unfortunate reality that most groovy meetings are still filled with people who cannot relate outside of the church community. There is still something to shake off that has us focused on the gatherings instead of giving our attention to assisting people to be relevant.
It is time we started to educate people on how to be relevant instead of planning and wasting much energy on making our seasonal events bigger and better. We need to remember that unchurched people are not attracted to our coolness; they are attracted to God, to deep spirituality. People who do not know God will rarely travel for a trendy meeting but they will travel for the advice of a sage. Have we lost the genuine attractiveness of the Good news by being busy and becoming noisy when most seek solitude and an inner peace? It is a question that needs a well thought answer. We need to learn how to help spiritually hungry people experience genuine Christian truth. Basically, it would be a major error on the church\'s part to continue its pursuit of programs and methodological prowess that seems to work, when the world desperately seeks for God.
If we want to realistically evaluate our cultural relevance we need to analyze our influence in the culture instead its influence on us. Are we developing writers for the newspaper and for Hollywood? Are we training dancers to dance appropriately in clubs? Are we building houses for the homeless and fighting for the rights of orphans? Are we training young people to lead businesses that can re-shape industries? Are we encouraging athletes to run like and enjoy God on a Sunday? Do we talk a lot or are we integrated into society as a healthy source of life and creativity that reaches beyond the small pool of Christianity? --
Comment?
www.freshresource.com
-- After a long season of working in church I had to step back and ask the question about cultural relevance. In almost every forum and gathering of trendy people and progressive church leaders there is a heavy focus on the forms of worship and internal organizational expression. Many of our forms are cooler that they have ever been but we must still ask the question, \"is this culturally relevance at its finest?\" If it is, why are the unchurched not interested? I think one of the big shifts coming our way is learning the ability to be relevant in society instead of in the church meetings. It is an unfortunate reality that most groovy meetings are still filled with people who cannot relate outside of the church community. There is still something to shake off that has us focused on the gatherings instead of giving our attention to assisting people to be relevant.
It is time we started to educate people on how to be relevant instead of planning and wasting much energy on making our seasonal events bigger and better. We need to remember that unchurched people are not attracted to our coolness; they are attracted to God, to deep spirituality. People who do not know God will rarely travel for a trendy meeting but they will travel for the advice of a sage. Have we lost the genuine attractiveness of the Good news by being busy and becoming noisy when most seek solitude and an inner peace? It is a question that needs a well thought answer. We need to learn how to help spiritually hungry people experience genuine Christian truth. Basically, it would be a major error on the church\'s part to continue its pursuit of programs and methodological prowess that seems to work, when the world desperately seeks for God.
If we want to realistically evaluate our cultural relevance we need to analyze our influence in the culture instead its influence on us. Are we developing writers for the newspaper and for Hollywood? Are we training dancers to dance appropriately in clubs? Are we building houses for the homeless and fighting for the rights of orphans? Are we training young people to lead businesses that can re-shape industries? Are we encouraging athletes to run like and enjoy God on a Sunday? Do we talk a lot or are we integrated into society as a healthy source of life and creativity that reaches beyond the small pool of Christianity? --
Comment?
note to all of you: a WHOLE ENTIRE DAY went by, and I didn't blog once.
Proud of me?
I think so.
Monday night @ played *first* @ the open mic @ Backstage Lounge, Granville Island.
It was fun.
I think I did fairly well, but there is definitely room for improvement. Like...when I'm nervous, I gotta take the time to focus on playing the guitar....and also, don't use someone else's guitar when I'm nervous. *sighs*
But...as I've just said to Andrew Chong, I give the performance a 7.75...or a B+.
Come next time...we'll go for *virgin* margeritas @ Earl's afterwards.
Proud of me?
I think so.
Monday night @ played *first* @ the open mic @ Backstage Lounge, Granville Island.
It was fun.
I think I did fairly well, but there is definitely room for improvement. Like...when I'm nervous, I gotta take the time to focus on playing the guitar....and also, don't use someone else's guitar when I'm nervous. *sighs*
But...as I've just said to Andrew Chong, I give the performance a 7.75...or a B+.
Come next time...we'll go for *virgin* margeritas @ Earl's afterwards.
4.11.02
Oh and...last night, when I came home from the Rock Garden...my room was *transformed*.
my bold, beautiful (and big) new bed was there....oh, and the duvet makes the room *glow*...
And last night, I slept soooo well...no back pain in the morning...
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
my bold, beautiful (and big) new bed was there....oh, and the duvet makes the room *glow*...
And last night, I slept soooo well...no back pain in the morning...
I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
I work for ymca daycare, as a sub. The daycare centers are (usually) located @ schools.
This morning, I was to work from 7-9am. Yep. So I went to the school I was to work at...or so I thought.
Yes, yes...I went to the WRONG school.
*ugh*
The RIGHT school called my dad, and he called my cell (which I had just to "happened" to have turned on this morning), and so I booked it over to the right school....tail between my legs.
*red-faced...blushing*
As Mr.Gresko used to say...," HOW EMBARASSING!"
This morning, I was to work from 7-9am. Yep. So I went to the school I was to work at...or so I thought.
Yes, yes...I went to the WRONG school.
*ugh*
The RIGHT school called my dad, and he called my cell (which I had just to "happened" to have turned on this morning), and so I booked it over to the right school....tail between my legs.
*red-faced...blushing*
As Mr.Gresko used to say...," HOW EMBARASSING!"
3.11.02
2.11.02
1.11.02
so far today I have....
1) woken up @ 9:11am!!! woah!
2) made myself presentable for when the
3) IKEA delivery guys came and brought my new bed! *rah*
4) done some laundry.
5) spent lots of time looking at my room....
6) rehashed some hatred while looking @ b-ball pictures...I see no reason to keep the team photos. I hate those girls almost as much as they hated me. Bonfire anyone?
7) *sighs*
8) promised Ben I'd watch Strange Brew with him before the day is done.
9) stolen back my stereo.
10) moved lots of stuff around....
1) woken up @ 9:11am!!! woah!
2) made myself presentable for when the
3) IKEA delivery guys came and brought my new bed! *rah*
4) done some laundry.
5) spent lots of time looking at my room....
6) rehashed some hatred while looking @ b-ball pictures...I see no reason to keep the team photos. I hate those girls almost as much as they hated me. Bonfire anyone?
7) *sighs*
8) promised Ben I'd watch Strange Brew with him before the day is done.
9) stolen back my stereo.
10) moved lots of stuff around....
Happy November everybody.
A year ago today, "yesterday" I'd sent off my Student Visa application form...*sighs*
In 22 days I will have lost a day of work a week...and on that same day, received my Visa in the mail.
That, for me, was such a testimony to God's love and faithfulness....Little did I know how much more I would see and know and understand while on my dts....
Little did I know...
Little.
A year ago today, "yesterday" I'd sent off my Student Visa application form...*sighs*
In 22 days I will have lost a day of work a week...and on that same day, received my Visa in the mail.
That, for me, was such a testimony to God's love and faithfulness....Little did I know how much more I would see and know and understand while on my dts....
Little did I know...
Little.
31.10.02
I had something to post...*shooot*...but now I can't remember what it was...
@ Sound of Music practice tonight, I was ready to shoot somebody, or myself, in the foot...twice.
The nuns...several are "self-proclaimed experts"...we've got buddy music director who ROCKS, by the way. He's so kind, so musical...wow. Anyway, the nuns won't shut up while he's working.
"I think someone was flat in [such and such] bar.."
or when one of my alto girls, who has a beautiful voice, getting criticized by the snooty nuns, but NOT the musical director...
AHHH!!!
NUNS!!!
SHut up, and mind your own stinkin' business!
GAH.
"get thee to a nunnery..."...oh wait...I'm already there...
"get thee to a whorehouse?.."...
?
@ Sound of Music practice tonight, I was ready to shoot somebody, or myself, in the foot...twice.
The nuns...several are "self-proclaimed experts"...we've got buddy music director who ROCKS, by the way. He's so kind, so musical...wow. Anyway, the nuns won't shut up while he's working.
"I think someone was flat in [such and such] bar.."
or when one of my alto girls, who has a beautiful voice, getting criticized by the snooty nuns, but NOT the musical director...
AHHH!!!
NUNS!!!
SHut up, and mind your own stinkin' business!
GAH.
"get thee to a nunnery..."...oh wait...I'm already there...
"get thee to a whorehouse?.."...
?
30.10.02
That quotation from High Fidelity about pop music...and are we depressed before or after we listen to it...I never really caught the full meaning of it until now...
Dashboard Confessional -- anthems for the brokenhearted.
Ok, ok, I'm not brokenhearted.
But I am slightly wounded.
I liked this boy...heck, I liked him a lot. But I can't help but wonder...would he have stayed in my mind as much as he did, had I NOT listened to D/C?
Regrets, regrets, regrets.
hang in there, tiger. You'll make it.
And yet sometimes, I'm not so sure.
Dashboard Confessional -- anthems for the brokenhearted.
Ok, ok, I'm not brokenhearted.
But I am slightly wounded.
I liked this boy...heck, I liked him a lot. But I can't help but wonder...would he have stayed in my mind as much as he did, had I NOT listened to D/C?
Regrets, regrets, regrets.
hang in there, tiger. You'll make it.
And yet sometimes, I'm not so sure.
waiting here with hopes the phone will ring
and I'm thinking awful things
pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment is starving for an argument
anything at all to break the silence...
wandering this house like I never wanted out,
and this is about as social as I get now.
and I am throwing way the letters I am writing you.
They would never do...I would never do.
~dashboard confessional.
and I'm thinking awful things
pretty sure that few would notice
and this apartment is starving for an argument
anything at all to break the silence...
wandering this house like I never wanted out,
and this is about as social as I get now.
and I am throwing way the letters I am writing you.
They would never do...I would never do.
~dashboard confessional.
29.10.02
so many stories...to be posted when I am not mostly-sleeping...
a quick list...
1) driving to seattle with nicole. the fun times could be summed up right there...but THEN...
2) yelling and screaming out the windows on the freeway to the blaring music of Dashboard Confessional.
3) yelling and screaming and shaking fists out the windows @ dirty young man (he, having just exited an erotic "wack-off" bar...ewww...decidedly dirty).
4) Finding Northgate Theatre and the MUTHA of all line-ups (aside from Coldplay...and Jesus).
5) the mall...james dean...victoria's secret...BATHROOMS! *score!*
6) the line-up. we were @ the back...and then people lined up behind us. *heh, heh, heh*
7) getting in...and finding ourselves FRONT STINKIN' ROW!!! YEEEah...score one for chillaxin'.
8) the show. Christopher Carabba (sp?), Mike on drums...buddy on bass, and *drools* Jo[h]nny on guitar...oh wow. SOooo hot...and music soooo good. Oh man.
9) pins and stickers.
10) making it home alive.
goodnite.
i dare you to comment...
a quick list...
1) driving to seattle with nicole. the fun times could be summed up right there...but THEN...
2) yelling and screaming out the windows on the freeway to the blaring music of Dashboard Confessional.
3) yelling and screaming and shaking fists out the windows @ dirty young man (he, having just exited an erotic "wack-off" bar...ewww...decidedly dirty).
4) Finding Northgate Theatre and the MUTHA of all line-ups (aside from Coldplay...and Jesus).
5) the mall...james dean...victoria's secret...BATHROOMS! *score!*
6) the line-up. we were @ the back...and then people lined up behind us. *heh, heh, heh*
7) getting in...and finding ourselves FRONT STINKIN' ROW!!! YEEEah...score one for chillaxin'.
8) the show. Christopher Carabba (sp?), Mike on drums...buddy on bass, and *drools* Jo[h]nny on guitar...oh wow. SOooo hot...and music soooo good. Oh man.
9) pins and stickers.
10) making it home alive.
goodnite.
i dare you to comment...
28.10.02
Yesterday...
- Theo played football @ McNair field. Ben and I went to say hi. Theo's team didn't win...but that's ok. Theo is swedish.
- I called Melissa Sue in Minnesota. I can't even describe...mmm. Wow.
- I had my first "The Sound of Music" (SOM) rehearsal from 2-6pm. Wow. Alto* is really, really low. But I loved it.
- I talked to robbie t. (or whatever he likes to be called) for a fair bit of time online. He's apparently going to be leaving us for England next week...for who knows how long. *sighs* I will miss him.
- I went to bed late, but it was ok.
*note: alto is usually a part sung by women whose voices are especially brilliant from...the E (or lower?) below middle C to...the A or B above it (I think...I don't really know...). Anyway, I...am NOT an alto. I can get to the low G, but the E...ugh. My voice craps out on me and it hurts! My range (my full range, on a good day, when I am free and clear and I can sing like the dickens) is the low G to high C (now that is on a stinkin' good day. On most days, it's the low G to..high A, maybe B, but more likely G). So that's...2 octaves more or less. Not too shabby.
But I am not an alto. So I was sight reading, and it was hard for a few reasons. In no particular order...
1) the singing was in latin. I don't speak latin.
2) alto. *ugh*. so low.
3) I was sight-reading. Which I can do very well, but...I don't normally sight read (or even sing) the notes the altos sing. So...I'm not sure how they sound, or how they feel to sing. It was a strange experience.
Anyway, I'm still SO excited about being a nun...I'm a real nun too, not a novice or a postulent...nope, real nun! Oh my goodness...this is going to be so much fun.
Do come, darling. I promise you'll love it.
- Theo played football @ McNair field. Ben and I went to say hi. Theo's team didn't win...but that's ok. Theo is swedish.
- I called Melissa Sue in Minnesota. I can't even describe...mmm. Wow.
- I had my first "The Sound of Music" (SOM) rehearsal from 2-6pm. Wow. Alto* is really, really low. But I loved it.
- I talked to robbie t. (or whatever he likes to be called) for a fair bit of time online. He's apparently going to be leaving us for England next week...for who knows how long. *sighs* I will miss him.
- I went to bed late, but it was ok.
*note: alto is usually a part sung by women whose voices are especially brilliant from...the E (or lower?) below middle C to...the A or B above it (I think...I don't really know...). Anyway, I...am NOT an alto. I can get to the low G, but the E...ugh. My voice craps out on me and it hurts! My range (my full range, on a good day, when I am free and clear and I can sing like the dickens) is the low G to high C (now that is on a stinkin' good day. On most days, it's the low G to..high A, maybe B, but more likely G). So that's...2 octaves more or less. Not too shabby.
But I am not an alto. So I was sight reading, and it was hard for a few reasons. In no particular order...
1) the singing was in latin. I don't speak latin.
2) alto. *ugh*. so low.
3) I was sight-reading. Which I can do very well, but...I don't normally sight read (or even sing) the notes the altos sing. So...I'm not sure how they sound, or how they feel to sing. It was a strange experience.
Anyway, I'm still SO excited about being a nun...I'm a real nun too, not a novice or a postulent...nope, real nun! Oh my goodness...this is going to be so much fun.
Do come, darling. I promise you'll love it.
27.10.02
Today, when Kat was over...she totally talked to my mum forever. That rocked. It made me smile. And the warmth in my heart for Katrina spread...and I...was aglow with love for that girl. Mmhmmmhmmmm....
Kat is on my list of people whose company can only be described as, "Most Excellent".
It's a good list.
Kat is on my list of people whose company can only be described as, "Most Excellent".
It's a good list.
I should like to attempt to post a heart-felt, honest blog without offending any of my readers. Fat chance. Fat Tuesday. Mmm...Mardi Gras...
I digress.
As you, my faithful blog reader, know, tonight I was with 1) Jessica, 2) Mikael and 3) Britta (and my family too).
On Tuesday @ the imr/the pale/stabilo boss @ twu show, I went for a short walk with Jessica. We talked about...*ugh* the person I so often talk of these days. The one who, without my consent, has managed to destroy small parts of me. Perhaps he hasn't done anything. *ugh*. Enough about him. *Trying to get to the point where I'm so over it, I'm under it*. Anyway, she told me that she and Mikael had been talking, and decided that I deserve better than him. This...*sighs* warmed my heart, for various odd reasons. Mmm...and then TONIGHT, Mikael brought it up again when I was talking about someone else. She said, "Jessica and I were talking, and we decided you deserve better friends." And I said (sarcastically), "You mean friends who don't say, 'You love God too much. You're too intense. I can't hang out with you.'?".
And Mikael...OH man! This was cool...she slams her fist down on the table and goes, "who--- he--- who---- he said that? Where is he? I'm gonna go kick his ass!"
Ha...oh, it was a funny moment which quickly went serious (briefly) and I...I was laughing, and also smiling (way down deep), and I wanted to cry.
WHY do I putter around with these...*ugh*...people who separate me for who I am, who make me feel ashamed of the great LOVE, JOY, PEACE God has given me...why!?? When I have friends who rejoice with me, who love me! Who think where I'm "at" is awesome, and...
Oh goodness! Praise the Lord for His faithfulness!!!! For friends who will kick asses for me! *teehee*.
I am overwhelmed with emotion. There's this story Mikael tells about...well, a boy who kinda was interested in her (and really, what boy wouldn't be?!). And her friends told him, "No, you can't have Mikael. You'd have to convert [to christianity] and you'd have to marry her. You can't have her."
I, upon hearing that story, have always wished I had friends like that.
And apparently, I do.
*sighs*
and I think to myself...what a wonderful world.
I digress.
As you, my faithful blog reader, know, tonight I was with 1) Jessica, 2) Mikael and 3) Britta (and my family too).
On Tuesday @ the imr/the pale/stabilo boss @ twu show, I went for a short walk with Jessica. We talked about...*ugh* the person I so often talk of these days. The one who, without my consent, has managed to destroy small parts of me. Perhaps he hasn't done anything. *ugh*. Enough about him. *Trying to get to the point where I'm so over it, I'm under it*. Anyway, she told me that she and Mikael had been talking, and decided that I deserve better than him. This...*sighs* warmed my heart, for various odd reasons. Mmm...and then TONIGHT, Mikael brought it up again when I was talking about someone else. She said, "Jessica and I were talking, and we decided you deserve better friends." And I said (sarcastically), "You mean friends who don't say, 'You love God too much. You're too intense. I can't hang out with you.'?".
And Mikael...OH man! This was cool...she slams her fist down on the table and goes, "who--- he--- who---- he said that? Where is he? I'm gonna go kick his ass!"
Ha...oh, it was a funny moment which quickly went serious (briefly) and I...I was laughing, and also smiling (way down deep), and I wanted to cry.
WHY do I putter around with these...*ugh*...people who separate me for who I am, who make me feel ashamed of the great LOVE, JOY, PEACE God has given me...why!?? When I have friends who rejoice with me, who love me! Who think where I'm "at" is awesome, and...
Oh goodness! Praise the Lord for His faithfulness!!!! For friends who will kick asses for me! *teehee*.
I am overwhelmed with emotion. There's this story Mikael tells about...well, a boy who kinda was interested in her (and really, what boy wouldn't be?!). And her friends told him, "No, you can't have Mikael. You'd have to convert [to christianity] and you'd have to marry her. You can't have her."
I, upon hearing that story, have always wished I had friends like that.
And apparently, I do.
*sighs*
and I think to myself...what a wonderful world.
OK...
Tim Horton's...
tonight, it was a gathering place for the prematurely costumed...ie, it's not Halloween, but they had get-ups on! (Including Mikael and Britta who'd just been at the..."Parade for Lost Souls", so they looked souper fun!").
Anyway, Britta said, "Hey, you never told me Tim Horton's was a ghoul place!".
HA ha hHaaa Ah Ha hA!en
a "ghoul" place...like "cool" place...(which it was...soo cold!)
HAha...Britta is funny.
Tim Horton's...
tonight, it was a gathering place for the prematurely costumed...ie, it's not Halloween, but they had get-ups on! (Including Mikael and Britta who'd just been at the..."Parade for Lost Souls", so they looked souper fun!").
Anyway, Britta said, "Hey, you never told me Tim Horton's was a ghoul place!".
HA ha hHaaa Ah Ha hA!en
a "ghoul" place...like "cool" place...(which it was...soo cold!)
HAha...Britta is funny.
HI!!!
Jessica and Mikael and Britta are here, reading back issues of Rolling Stone in my room.
It's fun stuff.
So, @ my gig tonight...I had fun. There was me...and I played...then my friend Kavitha and her sister did some sweet Indian dancing (they're from Sri Lanka), then these REALLY AMAZING African guys did some drumming/dancing...then some other people played clarinet, flute, piano and stuff...
I sold 2 (!!!) CD's...to social activists no less!
And I donated money to Amnesty International.
And Jessica came.
Mikael and Britta went to a parade, where our friend Sarah was supposed to be "spitting" fire, but apparently she just "spins" it....which is also cool.
Ok...that's all. *peace*
P.S. I hung out with Nicole last night...and we listened to Godspeed You Black Emperor....and all I have to say is...
*wow*
Jessica and Mikael and Britta are here, reading back issues of Rolling Stone in my room.
It's fun stuff.
So, @ my gig tonight...I had fun. There was me...and I played...then my friend Kavitha and her sister did some sweet Indian dancing (they're from Sri Lanka), then these REALLY AMAZING African guys did some drumming/dancing...then some other people played clarinet, flute, piano and stuff...
I sold 2 (!!!) CD's...to social activists no less!
And I donated money to Amnesty International.
And Jessica came.
Mikael and Britta went to a parade, where our friend Sarah was supposed to be "spitting" fire, but apparently she just "spins" it....which is also cool.
Ok...that's all. *peace*
P.S. I hung out with Nicole last night...and we listened to Godspeed You Black Emperor....and all I have to say is...
*wow*
25.10.02
apparently, Jen Lush is Jenn Lush. (note: the 2nd 'n'). yeah...happy 20th birthday!
She had part of her party @ Subeez...this trendy cafe/restaurant thing on Homer and Smithe. Totally groovin', though financially, a little above my limit. Well, not really. Just that I only had $10 on me...
So I ordered the "Chicken and Brie", because hey...I love chicken...and brie....! And it came with fries AND salad!!
Ordered around 8:15pm...around 9pm I asked "buddy" (apparently named Christopher) if it was coming...around 9:30pm he comes and says, "This is free...cuz I forgot to order it for you.."
SCORE!!!!
Oh yes, and also @ Subeez they have "Kriek Cherry Lambac" for $7.95...that's the beer Mike-from-work always wanted me to try. I think he may have even told me that it was available @ Subeez. Yeah...he said that even though I don't like beer, I'll like this. Black Cherry flavoured...?
I'm tempted to call him up (though I don't have his number...) and ask if he wants to go for a drink...does he remember me?
Hmmm....
ok, I'm outtie. I get to work tomorrow....well, today...@ Osler...yay!
My knee hurts right now. A lot. I'm going to ice it whilst I sleep.
*peace*
She had part of her party @ Subeez...this trendy cafe/restaurant thing on Homer and Smithe. Totally groovin', though financially, a little above my limit. Well, not really. Just that I only had $10 on me...
So I ordered the "Chicken and Brie", because hey...I love chicken...and brie....! And it came with fries AND salad!!
Ordered around 8:15pm...around 9pm I asked "buddy" (apparently named Christopher) if it was coming...around 9:30pm he comes and says, "This is free...cuz I forgot to order it for you.."
SCORE!!!!
Oh yes, and also @ Subeez they have "Kriek Cherry Lambac" for $7.95...that's the beer Mike-from-work always wanted me to try. I think he may have even told me that it was available @ Subeez. Yeah...he said that even though I don't like beer, I'll like this. Black Cherry flavoured...?
I'm tempted to call him up (though I don't have his number...) and ask if he wants to go for a drink...does he remember me?
Hmmm....
ok, I'm outtie. I get to work tomorrow....well, today...@ Osler...yay!
My knee hurts right now. A lot. I'm going to ice it whilst I sleep.
*peace*
24.10.02
These 2 letters are taken from THEMAIL in Maclean's Magazine, which I have been reading of late, in an effort to become more educated as to the goings on in this fine country/world/etc..or ours.
Letter #1, from the sept.30, 2002 issue.
Bare-bones education
I have finally figured out the Ontario government's game plan for education ["Quick, hide the pencils," The week, Sept.9]. If they keep cutting the budget, reducing teaching staff, etc., they will eventually graduate classes of ignoramuses who don't even know what a government is, never mind how one works. Then the government will rule forever because no one will be educated enough to replace it. Until the coup.
my comments: ha! brilliant, no!? And yet so sad because it's true...
Letter #2, from the October 7, 2002 issue.
(no title)
I was 23 when I married in 1958, and by the time I was 27 I had three babies. I hated every minute away from my babies and after a few years decided to stay home, with the result that we did without many items couples now deem essential. In many instances financial necessities force both parents to work nowadays. But the argument that it's more difficult to manage on one salary is nonsense. It wasn't easier; our priorities were different. My proudest accomplishment is that all my married children have one parent staying home to rear their school-age offspring during these very important years, despite the financial constraints. In my book, that's success.
my comments: *wiping away a tear* wow. My mum stayed @ home too...and it honestly breaks my heart to know that there are children who will never come home after school to be greated by their parents. It really begs the questions, what are our priorities? We live in such a backward society...we wonder about behavioural problems and violence and all this crap...and yet we practically scorn the stay at home mother, because she's backward in her thinking.
the end.
Letter #1, from the sept.30, 2002 issue.
Bare-bones education
I have finally figured out the Ontario government's game plan for education ["Quick, hide the pencils," The week, Sept.9]. If they keep cutting the budget, reducing teaching staff, etc., they will eventually graduate classes of ignoramuses who don't even know what a government is, never mind how one works. Then the government will rule forever because no one will be educated enough to replace it. Until the coup.
my comments: ha! brilliant, no!? And yet so sad because it's true...
Letter #2, from the October 7, 2002 issue.
(no title)
I was 23 when I married in 1958, and by the time I was 27 I had three babies. I hated every minute away from my babies and after a few years decided to stay home, with the result that we did without many items couples now deem essential. In many instances financial necessities force both parents to work nowadays. But the argument that it's more difficult to manage on one salary is nonsense. It wasn't easier; our priorities were different. My proudest accomplishment is that all my married children have one parent staying home to rear their school-age offspring during these very important years, despite the financial constraints. In my book, that's success.
my comments: *wiping away a tear* wow. My mum stayed @ home too...and it honestly breaks my heart to know that there are children who will never come home after school to be greated by their parents. It really begs the questions, what are our priorities? We live in such a backward society...we wonder about behavioural problems and violence and all this crap...and yet we practically scorn the stay at home mother, because she's backward in her thinking.
the end.
23.10.02
some modest mouse...
well I'm sure you tell me you got nothing to say but our
voices shook hands the other day. If you can't see the thin
Air what the hell is in the way.
- Dark Center of the Universe
The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched by an
eye in the sky that can't be stopped.
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
eyes hand.
- 3rd Planet
I can't help but wonder what's going between the songwriter and God...certainly too many references to say that God doesn't matter to him. I am so intrigued.
well I'm sure you tell me you got nothing to say but our
voices shook hands the other day. If you can't see the thin
Air what the hell is in the way.
- Dark Center of the Universe
The 3rd Planet is sure that they're being watched by an
eye in the sky that can't be stopped.
When you get to the promise land your gonna shake that
eyes hand.
- 3rd Planet
I can't help but wonder what's going between the songwriter and God...certainly too many references to say that God doesn't matter to him. I am so intrigued.
it's cool when....
1) other people use the same inside jokes as you. but you don't know them. ie. someone's blog is "just a lie you've got to rise above", which is a john mayer lyric...just like mine....(ok, maybe not a joke, but you know what I mean?)
2) you wake up to someone hugging you, and then you realize that even though you've slept perhaps too long, it's been a good, deep sleep, and you aren't tired anymore.
3) people from your dts appear in your dreams....in which they are in your city, and you say hi, and it's so good...but then you get woken up (see no.2), which kind of sucks, but at the same time, it's alright.
1) other people use the same inside jokes as you. but you don't know them. ie. someone's blog is "just a lie you've got to rise above", which is a john mayer lyric...just like mine....(ok, maybe not a joke, but you know what I mean?)
2) you wake up to someone hugging you, and then you realize that even though you've slept perhaps too long, it's been a good, deep sleep, and you aren't tired anymore.
3) people from your dts appear in your dreams....in which they are in your city, and you say hi, and it's so good...but then you get woken up (see no.2), which kind of sucks, but at the same time, it's alright.
today's list of...mmmmuffiny goodness equality.
1) passed first aid course.
2) short nap.
3) love my family.
4) imr/thepale/stabiloboss @ twu...packed out show. imr wowed the crowd.
5) short stack and marcy.
6) jessica and mikael. wow.
7) jBo, rachael, brent, lorea. erina, noodle, ted. the list goes on....jo, rebecca, julie, kat...
8) phone call from kat. mm...yay.
9) not driving to twu because of...
10) matt kerr.
11) fog. and not driving in it (refer to 9 and 10).
12) post imr chillin' (brr...outside) and @ Denny's...
yeah. ok. the list is super long. let's just say it was a good day. ah...
1) passed first aid course.
2) short nap.
3) love my family.
4) imr/thepale/stabiloboss @ twu...packed out show. imr wowed the crowd.
5) short stack and marcy.
6) jessica and mikael. wow.
7) jBo, rachael, brent, lorea. erina, noodle, ted. the list goes on....jo, rebecca, julie, kat...
8) phone call from kat. mm...yay.
9) not driving to twu because of...
10) matt kerr.
11) fog. and not driving in it (refer to 9 and 10).
12) post imr chillin' (brr...outside) and @ Denny's...
yeah. ok. the list is super long. let's just say it was a good day. ah...
22.10.02
Abraham: "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sampson: "I do bite my thumb, sir."
Abraham: "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sampson [aside to Gregory]: "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?"
Gregory [aside to Sampson]: "No."
Sampson: "No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir."
Gregory: "Do you quarrel, sir?"
If conversations with a friend...or not friend...*ugh*...of mine could be summed up by Shakespeare, this would be it. Pretentious, too careful, false, strained politeness...tensions seething out of control...
"I do not bite my thumb at you, sir"....or do I?
Sampson: "I do bite my thumb, sir."
Abraham: "Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?"
Sampson [aside to Gregory]: "Is the law of our side, if I say ay?"
Gregory [aside to Sampson]: "No."
Sampson: "No, sir, I do not bite my thumb at you, sir; but I bite my thumb, sir."
Gregory: "Do you quarrel, sir?"
If conversations with a friend...or not friend...*ugh*...of mine could be summed up by Shakespeare, this would be it. Pretentious, too careful, false, strained politeness...tensions seething out of control...
"I do not bite my thumb at you, sir"....or do I?
21.10.02
things about today.
1) led worship @ church. yeah.
2) was so tired...but had to study for first aid.
3) made amends with jo...
4) realized a boy I've admired for years isn't as cool or admirable as I thought. Kind of mean and chump-like. Apparently he's human too. hmmm. weird.
5) the Rock Garden...wow. I didn't walk away soothed or happy or even super super joyful...just...God is doing something. *fist pump* YES!
6) Rebecca Watts is...I'm really glad to be friends with her. Also Jen and Laura Lush. And Matt *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh* I know...where'd that come from?
7) I'm in the Sound of Music...Gateway's Christmas play.
8) read number 7 again.
9) and again.
10) again...one more time. ISN'T THAT SWEEET!!!!?!?!?!?!? I can't describe how stoked I am.
11) alarm goes off in less than 5 hours. g'nite
1) led worship @ church. yeah.
2) was so tired...but had to study for first aid.
3) made amends with jo...
4) realized a boy I've admired for years isn't as cool or admirable as I thought. Kind of mean and chump-like. Apparently he's human too. hmmm. weird.
5) the Rock Garden...wow. I didn't walk away soothed or happy or even super super joyful...just...God is doing something. *fist pump* YES!
6) Rebecca Watts is...I'm really glad to be friends with her. Also Jen and Laura Lush. And Matt *whoosh, whoosh, whoosh* I know...where'd that come from?
7) I'm in the Sound of Music...Gateway's Christmas play.
8) read number 7 again.
9) and again.
10) again...one more time. ISN'T THAT SWEEET!!!!?!?!?!?!? I can't describe how stoked I am.
11) alarm goes off in less than 5 hours. g'nite
20.10.02
I feel I must mention that theo's birthday party last night [happy 18th birthday theo!] was one of few big party experiences I can look back upon with fond memory.
Oftentimes at big parties, I feel very much lost in the crowd. I'll be sitting with a group of people having some obscure discussion, and I'll realize, after sitting there for an hour, that I haven't said a word. And hence, have wasted my time, since my not speaking doesn't indicate a lack of things to say, rather a lack of confidence or opportunity to say them.
Ah...thank you for a wonderful night, Theo and family.
I think I shall make an effort to hang out @ Theo's house more often.
Oftentimes at big parties, I feel very much lost in the crowd. I'll be sitting with a group of people having some obscure discussion, and I'll realize, after sitting there for an hour, that I haven't said a word. And hence, have wasted my time, since my not speaking doesn't indicate a lack of things to say, rather a lack of confidence or opportunity to say them.
Ah...thank you for a wonderful night, Theo and family.
I think I shall make an effort to hang out @ Theo's house more often.
19.10.02
October 9, 2002
Predictability
It is a truth universally acknowledged that predictive qualities exist within human beings. Little Johnny learned to read at age three, and is now at the top of his class in Kindergaten? Chances are, that kid is going to be intelligent and successful. Little Davey wants an earring, and -- although he's only in the first grade -- is constantly fighting with the boys in his class? Chances are, that kid is going to have some problems with the law. Sure, it's simplistic; but then again, humans are simplistic animals.
Ah, but aside from personality traits, there other predictive elements of one's persona as well: specifically, the way one chooses to present oneself to the public -- i.e., choice of dress. Not-so-little Caitlin enjoys wearing short skirts and halter-tops on Friday nights? Chances are, that girl's going to be a whore. Little Ronnie likes to wear sand-blasted jeans with the bottoms flared out? Chances are, that boy is going to be gay.
But what is the best superficial predictor of a more complex truth, you ask? Well, that would be the existence of chunky shoes.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, if there is one predictive element that stands out above all others, it's the the astonishing power of the chunky shoe. Find me a girl with sandals the size of bricks, and I'll find you a girl with an IQ in the high-80s. Tops.
Need evidence? Want evidence? Gotta have some evidence? Consider this exchange that I had with a girl named Annalisa -- wearer of chunky shoes -- during my Oral Communication class this morning:
Annalisa: Yeah, I'm all for abortion, but I oppose [RU-486].
Me: Why's that?
Annalisa: Because of the effects it can have on a woman's health.
Me: I don't understand; you're "all for" abortion, yet you're opposed to RU-486? Doesn't getting an abortion have effects on a woman's health as well?
Annalisa: No, I meant mentally.
Me: You don't think getting an abortion affects you mentally, but RU-486 does?
Annalisa: Well, yeah...but...
Me: Well, if that's the case, then why do you support the legalization of abortion?
Annalisa: Because I believe in a woman's right to choose.
Me: Huh?
Annalisa: I said, because I believe in a woman's right to choose.
Me: (Palm hits forehead) Ugghhh.
Granted, this is not to say that I'm opposed to either a woman's right to an abortion or the so-called "day after pill," RU-486; rather, what I am opposed to is the ignorance of this girl's response.
But then again, given the size of her shoes, I probably should have expected it.
POSTED BY RYAN | 11:50 AM
I believe I mentioned this guy's blog the other day. this is an excerpt. one I found rather amusing.
Predictability
It is a truth universally acknowledged that predictive qualities exist within human beings. Little Johnny learned to read at age three, and is now at the top of his class in Kindergaten? Chances are, that kid is going to be intelligent and successful. Little Davey wants an earring, and -- although he's only in the first grade -- is constantly fighting with the boys in his class? Chances are, that kid is going to have some problems with the law. Sure, it's simplistic; but then again, humans are simplistic animals.
Ah, but aside from personality traits, there other predictive elements of one's persona as well: specifically, the way one chooses to present oneself to the public -- i.e., choice of dress. Not-so-little Caitlin enjoys wearing short skirts and halter-tops on Friday nights? Chances are, that girl's going to be a whore. Little Ronnie likes to wear sand-blasted jeans with the bottoms flared out? Chances are, that boy is going to be gay.
But what is the best superficial predictor of a more complex truth, you ask? Well, that would be the existence of chunky shoes.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, if there is one predictive element that stands out above all others, it's the the astonishing power of the chunky shoe. Find me a girl with sandals the size of bricks, and I'll find you a girl with an IQ in the high-80s. Tops.
Need evidence? Want evidence? Gotta have some evidence? Consider this exchange that I had with a girl named Annalisa -- wearer of chunky shoes -- during my Oral Communication class this morning:
Annalisa: Yeah, I'm all for abortion, but I oppose [RU-486].
Me: Why's that?
Annalisa: Because of the effects it can have on a woman's health.
Me: I don't understand; you're "all for" abortion, yet you're opposed to RU-486? Doesn't getting an abortion have effects on a woman's health as well?
Annalisa: No, I meant mentally.
Me: You don't think getting an abortion affects you mentally, but RU-486 does?
Annalisa: Well, yeah...but...
Me: Well, if that's the case, then why do you support the legalization of abortion?
Annalisa: Because I believe in a woman's right to choose.
Me: Huh?
Annalisa: I said, because I believe in a woman's right to choose.
Me: (Palm hits forehead) Ugghhh.
Granted, this is not to say that I'm opposed to either a woman's right to an abortion or the so-called "day after pill," RU-486; rather, what I am opposed to is the ignorance of this girl's response.
But then again, given the size of her shoes, I probably should have expected it.
POSTED BY RYAN | 11:50 AM
I believe I mentioned this guy's blog the other day. this is an excerpt. one I found rather amusing.
REMEMBER...to look @ this warm n' fuzzy blanket of acoustic love annoucements...
ie keep yerself updated on gigs I might be playing...
chump.
ie keep yerself updated on gigs I might be playing...
chump.
so I saw pedro the lion tonight...thoughts on that to follow on a later blog. I had some good stuff to jot down on here, but I've in the last 1/2 hour been hit with a rather blinding headache, so I'm going to head to bed before I actually go blind...
events of tonight...
1) pedro the lion
2) met steve from backflip (who apparently tried to date julie, and now flowers wants to kill him), and gave him a copy of my album to listen to with bryan...one of 'em will email me...it's all good, right? (hey...my first "in-the-hands-of-media" artistic experience...yeea-yeeah).
3) stopped by anvilfest and saw....Justin, Leigh, *scream and hug* Nicole, Marcy, Andwer...Andrew, and many more I'm sure. O, James, Katrina. And then all the Richmond/ECC crew...you know how it is.
4) went with said anvilfest/Richmond/ECC crew to Boston-Pizza-on-Broadway-EAST-of-Granville.
5) sat @ table with Gary, Jeff, Brett, Kristin...doesn't get much better than that.
6) went to go pee and got my seated ROYALLY FRICKIN' jacked. Gee, it's great to have friends who save your seat for you....never going with them to a general seating concert, that's fo shizzo *read previous sentence, dripping with sarcasm. DRIPPING...*
7) ended up sitting/talking iwith Roger, Tim, Brett, and Gus (who I enjoy very much. he's so polite, and often takes the conversation initiative. I feel bad b/c I think I cut him off a few times cuz he's not so loud...mmmm....), and we had a pretty decent conversation. I gotta remember to put in a good word for Brett re: SOM @ my voice lesson tomorrow AM.
8) drove home with Jesse and Kristin...too many things to mention in a public forum. teehee...
9) didn't find Flowers @ 7-eleven...just "po".
10) bladder almost burst on the way home, but I made it. *phew* As soon as I walked in the door, I felt dead stinkin' tired...so now I'm going to bed.
Hey mikael...I'll call you tomorrow about the greek food, tho I maybe should stay home and read my first aid book/course stuff.
OH WAIT!!! COOLEST THING EVER>>>>> I came home and there was a present on my bed...my dad bought me 4!!!!!!! packages of TimTams!!! Do you...have any idea how much that means to me? That would've been like one of ya'll sending me maple syrup while I was in Aus....a little piece of my homeland. I think I'll bring back the Thursday night Tim-Tam slams....although, I may cry when I think of my beloved Harold Street Girls...
I'm so happy...to be so loved....by people who don't ROYALLY JACK MY SEAT when I get up to pee @ restaurants!
events of tonight...
1) pedro the lion
2) met steve from backflip (who apparently tried to date julie, and now flowers wants to kill him), and gave him a copy of my album to listen to with bryan...one of 'em will email me...it's all good, right? (hey...my first "in-the-hands-of-media" artistic experience...yeea-yeeah).
3) stopped by anvilfest and saw....Justin, Leigh, *scream and hug* Nicole, Marcy, Andwer...Andrew, and many more I'm sure. O, James, Katrina. And then all the Richmond/ECC crew...you know how it is.
4) went with said anvilfest/Richmond/ECC crew to Boston-Pizza-on-Broadway-EAST-of-Granville.
5) sat @ table with Gary, Jeff, Brett, Kristin...doesn't get much better than that.
6) went to go pee and got my seated ROYALLY FRICKIN' jacked. Gee, it's great to have friends who save your seat for you....never going with them to a general seating concert, that's fo shizzo *read previous sentence, dripping with sarcasm. DRIPPING...*
7) ended up sitting/talking iwith Roger, Tim, Brett, and Gus (who I enjoy very much. he's so polite, and often takes the conversation initiative. I feel bad b/c I think I cut him off a few times cuz he's not so loud...mmmm....), and we had a pretty decent conversation. I gotta remember to put in a good word for Brett re: SOM @ my voice lesson tomorrow AM.
8) drove home with Jesse and Kristin...too many things to mention in a public forum. teehee...
9) didn't find Flowers @ 7-eleven...just "po".
10) bladder almost burst on the way home, but I made it. *phew* As soon as I walked in the door, I felt dead stinkin' tired...so now I'm going to bed.
Hey mikael...I'll call you tomorrow about the greek food, tho I maybe should stay home and read my first aid book/course stuff.
OH WAIT!!! COOLEST THING EVER>>>>> I came home and there was a present on my bed...my dad bought me 4!!!!!!! packages of TimTams!!! Do you...have any idea how much that means to me? That would've been like one of ya'll sending me maple syrup while I was in Aus....a little piece of my homeland. I think I'll bring back the Thursday night Tim-Tam slams....although, I may cry when I think of my beloved Harold Street Girls...
I'm so happy...to be so loved....by people who don't ROYALLY JACK MY SEAT when I get up to pee @ restaurants!
18.10.02
hey hey hey...I just won a prize!!!
a $500 loaded credit card?! no.
a telus phone package!!!?!?! no.
$50 Roots certificate!? no.
anything else listed on the possible prizes list?! no.
except...."plus lots more".
Free shipping from chapters/indigo.
So...if I buy a book...they'll send it to me for free.
*yahooo*?
a $500 loaded credit card?! no.
a telus phone package!!!?!?! no.
$50 Roots certificate!? no.
anything else listed on the possible prizes list?! no.
except...."plus lots more".
Free shipping from chapters/indigo.
So...if I buy a book...they'll send it to me for free.
*yahooo*?
17.10.02
to do list...and stuff that's done...
- pick worship songs and email 'em to dad (DONE!)
- read Hebrews (to do)
- study 1st aid book (to do)
- laundry (processing)
- chillax (ha...overdone) *
- get off blogger and get the rest of my work done...(*blushes*)
* if you're wondering where Chillax/chillaxin' came from...my beautiful friend Erin was up @ keats this summer, and during sr.co-ed her job was listed as "chillaxin". Chillin' (out, maxin') and relaxin' (all cool)...you know how it is.
word.
peace out.
posse...
poser...
- pick worship songs and email 'em to dad (DONE!)
- read Hebrews (to do)
- study 1st aid book (to do)
- laundry (processing)
- chillax (ha...overdone) *
- get off blogger and get the rest of my work done...(*blushes*)
* if you're wondering where Chillax/chillaxin' came from...my beautiful friend Erin was up @ keats this summer, and during sr.co-ed her job was listed as "chillaxin". Chillin' (out, maxin') and relaxin' (all cool)...you know how it is.
word.
peace out.
posse...
poser...
5:46am--I hear the radio playing, and decide to sleep 'til 6am.
6:46am--radio stops playing, I jolt awake, and shout, "shut up!! SHUT UP!!", in my head. I have to be @ work by 7am.
6:47am-7am--put on jeans that were on the floor. Get other clothes on too. RUN upstairs. Quickly go through daily ablutions...smell ok, look awake-ish. Run out the door, with bag and keys and sweatshirt. Wearing flip flops, and head scarf.
7am-7:06am--drive to Menoah or Manoah or whatever it is. Fog thick like pea soup until about 3 Rd. Then it thinned out like...our education budget.
7:07am-7:09am--get lost trying to find the school. Well, not "lost" per se, I just forgot to turn Left...teehee...
7:10am-7:13am--arrive, park, go to front door...LOCKED!! Argh, be frustrated, walk around the school...find the open door, rushinside, and find the room...to be so chillaxin' I almost fainted.
7:13am-9am--chill with the kiddies.
9am-1:16pm--drive home, walk inside...ugh. Check email fast, go nap on Joanna's bed with John Mayer. Wake up to post-man. Sign for packages, put mail on stairs, package on kitchen counter. Talk with mum and dad. Wander around aimlessly. Check email again. Choose a snappy outfit, shower, get dressed. Chillaxin'...msn with the mates, check email, email heidi r...
right now--I wonder if my faithful blog readers are concerned for me, due to the fact that they now know without a doubt that I do absolutely nothing during the day.
after I sign out--pick worship songs for sunday, eat lunch, read some of Hebrews, study for First Aid course, shop with mum, go to Bach choir, Bible study, chill with James, home.
*sighs*
good-day ya'll. Good-day.
6:46am--radio stops playing, I jolt awake, and shout, "shut up!! SHUT UP!!", in my head. I have to be @ work by 7am.
6:47am-7am--put on jeans that were on the floor. Get other clothes on too. RUN upstairs. Quickly go through daily ablutions...smell ok, look awake-ish. Run out the door, with bag and keys and sweatshirt. Wearing flip flops, and head scarf.
7am-7:06am--drive to Menoah or Manoah or whatever it is. Fog thick like pea soup until about 3 Rd. Then it thinned out like...our education budget.
7:07am-7:09am--get lost trying to find the school. Well, not "lost" per se, I just forgot to turn Left...teehee...
7:10am-7:13am--arrive, park, go to front door...LOCKED!! Argh, be frustrated, walk around the school...find the open door, rushinside, and find the room...to be so chillaxin' I almost fainted.
7:13am-9am--chill with the kiddies.
9am-1:16pm--drive home, walk inside...ugh. Check email fast, go nap on Joanna's bed with John Mayer. Wake up to post-man. Sign for packages, put mail on stairs, package on kitchen counter. Talk with mum and dad. Wander around aimlessly. Check email again. Choose a snappy outfit, shower, get dressed. Chillaxin'...msn with the mates, check email, email heidi r...
right now--I wonder if my faithful blog readers are concerned for me, due to the fact that they now know without a doubt that I do absolutely nothing during the day.
after I sign out--pick worship songs for sunday, eat lunch, read some of Hebrews, study for First Aid course, shop with mum, go to Bach choir, Bible study, chill with James, home.
*sighs*
good-day ya'll. Good-day.
16.10.02
Look at what's happened to me!
I can't believe it myself!
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world -- should've been somebody else!
Believe it or not, I'm walking on air!
I never thought I could be so free-ee-eeee!
Flying away on a wing and a prayer...
who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.
have a wonderful day.
I can't believe it myself!
Suddenly I'm up on top of the world -- should've been somebody else!
Believe it or not, I'm walking on air!
I never thought I could be so free-ee-eeee!
Flying away on a wing and a prayer...
who could it be?
Believe it or not, it's just me.
have a wonderful day.
things noted about me today...
1) I am a compulsive buyer.
2) I am shy around children, but once we warm up to each other...it's cool.
3) I am a COMPULSIVE buyer/spender. Ugh.
4) I think I've become a stalker. Not of anyone in particular, but just...I've taken on habits of stalking...which is kind of disturbing.
Oh yeah, more good things about today....
1) running into Anna in the Orpheum bathroom.
2) running into KRISTA @ the Orpheum bathroom (b/w Alana and Jack...and to think, I almost didn't pee). She was on my dts/outreach team. I got meet her new b/f Jeremy...teeheehee...I heard SO much about him. She's doing really well...I'm so happy for her. God did some incredible things in her life during dts! I was so...I am so...full of REJOICING for her.
3) I've forgotten many moments I'm sure, but you know...life will go on. Basically...mm...thank you Jesus for a wonderful day.
Amen.
1) I am a compulsive buyer.
2) I am shy around children, but once we warm up to each other...it's cool.
3) I am a COMPULSIVE buyer/spender. Ugh.
4) I think I've become a stalker. Not of anyone in particular, but just...I've taken on habits of stalking...which is kind of disturbing.
Oh yeah, more good things about today....
1) running into Anna in the Orpheum bathroom.
2) running into KRISTA @ the Orpheum bathroom (b/w Alana and Jack...and to think, I almost didn't pee). She was on my dts/outreach team. I got meet her new b/f Jeremy...teeheehee...I heard SO much about him. She's doing really well...I'm so happy for her. God did some incredible things in her life during dts! I was so...I am so...full of REJOICING for her.
3) I've forgotten many moments I'm sure, but you know...life will go on. Basically...mm...thank you Jesus for a wonderful day.
Amen.
things about today that were less than good.
1) lotsa pot smoking @ jack j. Not ME, but the people around me. So that has led to my feeling slightly ill...and perhaps high by association? Anyway, my mouth is really dry and I have a headache....ugh. smoke sucks.
2) falafel sandwich...it was good, but also has led to my illness-feeling. Mmm...falafel....(I can't resist soy bean curd and tzatziki sauce).
3) I think that's it actually. Oh, well...we tried to run forward into the aisle during jack, and we got up there and he was so close...but the security/usher guy sent us back to the back...where our seats were. *shrugs* oh well.
4) being exhausted and having to
5) drive around lots.
1) lotsa pot smoking @ jack j. Not ME, but the people around me. So that has led to my feeling slightly ill...and perhaps high by association? Anyway, my mouth is really dry and I have a headache....ugh. smoke sucks.
2) falafel sandwich...it was good, but also has led to my illness-feeling. Mmm...falafel....(I can't resist soy bean curd and tzatziki sauce).
3) I think that's it actually. Oh, well...we tried to run forward into the aisle during jack, and we got up there and he was so close...but the security/usher guy sent us back to the back...where our seats were. *shrugs* oh well.
4) being exhausted and having to
5) drive around lots.
Ok, October 15...wow, good things happened.
1) I worked, which means....a) I get money, b) I met cute, cute kids. c), another center knows I am a sub who needs work.
2) a center in Vancouver booked me for two 8-10 hour days this month. YIIPEEEE!!!
3) I registered and paid for my first aid/cpr course. This will mean the possibility of a permanent job. PLUS...because I was in Vancouver paying, I got to bring Mikael home with me and spend the day with her. So....
4) day with Mikael.
5) really, really, really satirical and wise and poignant letter in Maclean's (yes, I read it!). I'll recopy the letter here someday soon.
6) themall...which generally makes me ill, but 2 factors prevented that....a) I was with Mikael (other friends help prevent mallsickness too), b) I got great deals like....ON SALE pants @ the Gap...and a GREAT, classic black blouse from CG, and a bday present for my mum.
7) It was sunny. :)
8) JACK JOHNSON!!!!!
9) ALANA DAVIS opening for Jack Johnson. WOW!!! She...wow...I can't even explain how I felt while she played. She's incredible. Her voice, her writing, even her chit-chatty stage presence...wow. I've never, EVER been so blown away by an opening act. Alana wins!
10) I gave Jack (or mr.nice security guard man) a copy of my CD yesterday (ie, MY OWN ALBUM, not my copy of his). Just thinking that maybe he'd listened to it since last night...brought a smile of mmmmm...to my face. And of course...hearing him play live...wow.
11) Jack Johnson is married to a girl named Kelly. That is so sweet. awww...
12) Post-concert chillin' with Jeff and Lindsay (brief foray with pete and sarah too).
13) my bed awaits, and my room is pretty clean.
14) God loves me.
15) I have new pants. yay.
16) brief but wonderful conversations/msn's with Katrina and Andwer, Steve C and James T. OH yeah, and James who moved to Courtenay showed up @ Binghams while I was there. And I got to eat dinner @ Binghams on my way to the concert.
17) speaking of the concert...we scored free parking!!!!
18) Ok, what can beat free parking downtown the night of a concert?
19) God loves me.
20) the end.
1) I worked, which means....a) I get money, b) I met cute, cute kids. c), another center knows I am a sub who needs work.
2) a center in Vancouver booked me for two 8-10 hour days this month. YIIPEEEE!!!
3) I registered and paid for my first aid/cpr course. This will mean the possibility of a permanent job. PLUS...because I was in Vancouver paying, I got to bring Mikael home with me and spend the day with her. So....
4) day with Mikael.
5) really, really, really satirical and wise and poignant letter in Maclean's (yes, I read it!). I'll recopy the letter here someday soon.
6) themall...which generally makes me ill, but 2 factors prevented that....a) I was with Mikael (other friends help prevent mallsickness too), b) I got great deals like....ON SALE pants @ the Gap...and a GREAT, classic black blouse from CG, and a bday present for my mum.
7) It was sunny. :)
8) JACK JOHNSON!!!!!
9) ALANA DAVIS opening for Jack Johnson. WOW!!! She...wow...I can't even explain how I felt while she played. She's incredible. Her voice, her writing, even her chit-chatty stage presence...wow. I've never, EVER been so blown away by an opening act. Alana wins!
10) I gave Jack (or mr.nice security guard man) a copy of my CD yesterday (ie, MY OWN ALBUM, not my copy of his). Just thinking that maybe he'd listened to it since last night...brought a smile of mmmmm...to my face. And of course...hearing him play live...wow.
11) Jack Johnson is married to a girl named Kelly. That is so sweet. awww...
12) Post-concert chillin' with Jeff and Lindsay (brief foray with pete and sarah too).
13) my bed awaits, and my room is pretty clean.
14) God loves me.
15) I have new pants. yay.
16) brief but wonderful conversations/msn's with Katrina and Andwer, Steve C and James T. OH yeah, and James who moved to Courtenay showed up @ Binghams while I was there. And I got to eat dinner @ Binghams on my way to the concert.
17) speaking of the concert...we scored free parking!!!!
18) Ok, what can beat free parking downtown the night of a concert?
19) God loves me.
20) the end.
15.10.02
lotsa spelling mishaps in that last entry.
oh well.
after jack, I took Ben home, and Zoe and I chilled in my room for a few, (she "hates" my room, cuz of all the coldplay gear...teeheehee). Then she and I booked to Ashpoon's house to watch a movie (we missed the first half hour or so).
It was a french movie called, "L'Emploi de Temps" or "time out". It was pretty good. I'd like to check online for the director's notes and stuff. It seems like a movie with lots of hidden meaning, lots of thought put into it.
Anyway, I need to go to bed. I have a ymca shift from 7-9am tomorrow. Ugh. so early...
oh well.
after jack, I took Ben home, and Zoe and I chilled in my room for a few, (she "hates" my room, cuz of all the coldplay gear...teeheehee). Then she and I booked to Ashpoon's house to watch a movie (we missed the first half hour or so).
It was a french movie called, "L'Emploi de Temps" or "time out". It was pretty good. I'd like to check online for the director's notes and stuff. It seems like a movie with lots of hidden meaning, lots of thought put into it.
Anyway, I need to go to bed. I have a ymca shift from 7-9am tomorrow. Ugh. so early...
tonight I went with Zoe and Ben to see jack johnson live @ Virgin Records.
wow.
it was awesome. So small and cute and yet...he just blows you away. He has a stage presence similar to Andwer's....picture Andwer in a few years, with a manager giving him tips while trying to retain that I-hide-behind-my-guitar-so-just-let-me-play stage presence. It's so sweet and cute an innocent, yet when he starts playing...wow.
That's kinda how jack johnson is.
He's so nice! He's someone I really want to be friends with.
Cool thing:
I wanted to give Jack a copy of my album, but only the first 40 or so people in line got autographs, etc...so that was fine. During the performance (6 songs), I sort of mulled it over, and after song 4, I decided to put a plan into action. I busted a copy of "life worth living" out of its wrapper, busted some paper out of my agenda, wrote jack a note, then waited 'til song 4 was done. I went up to one of the nicest security guards I've ever met, and with a degree of nervousness showed him the CD and said, "could you give this to him (meaning jack johnson) for me?". The nice security man smiled and said sincerely, "we can definitely do that for you."
I said, "thank you," and returned to my seat, giddy with dreams of...jack johnson smiling while listening to my CD.
Small dreams, small but nice.
Thank you, nice security guard. You made my day. I hope you really meant it when you said you could give jack johnson my CD. It would mean a lot to me.
goodnite
wow.
it was awesome. So small and cute and yet...he just blows you away. He has a stage presence similar to Andwer's....picture Andwer in a few years, with a manager giving him tips while trying to retain that I-hide-behind-my-guitar-so-just-let-me-play stage presence. It's so sweet and cute an innocent, yet when he starts playing...wow.
That's kinda how jack johnson is.
He's so nice! He's someone I really want to be friends with.
Cool thing:
I wanted to give Jack a copy of my album, but only the first 40 or so people in line got autographs, etc...so that was fine. During the performance (6 songs), I sort of mulled it over, and after song 4, I decided to put a plan into action. I busted a copy of "life worth living" out of its wrapper, busted some paper out of my agenda, wrote jack a note, then waited 'til song 4 was done. I went up to one of the nicest security guards I've ever met, and with a degree of nervousness showed him the CD and said, "could you give this to him (meaning jack johnson) for me?". The nice security man smiled and said sincerely, "we can definitely do that for you."
I said, "thank you," and returned to my seat, giddy with dreams of...jack johnson smiling while listening to my CD.
Small dreams, small but nice.
Thank you, nice security guard. You made my day. I hope you really meant it when you said you could give jack johnson my CD. It would mean a lot to me.
goodnite
14.10.02
This is possibly the most moving piece of journalism I've read regarding the 9-11-01 attacks and Christ.
It's hard to explain how I feel having just taken it in. Please, read it for yourself. Comment, or not. But allow yourself to be challenged, to be moved, even to be angered or frustrated. Only do not let yourself be apathetic. That is the worst place to be.
It's hard to explain how I feel having just taken it in. Please, read it for yourself. Comment, or not. But allow yourself to be challenged, to be moved, even to be angered or frustrated. Only do not let yourself be apathetic. That is the worst place to be.
Something I've just read blew me away, because in part, it's about me. I mean, I'm a girl...er..20 year old woman who's kind of afraid to grow up. I think I can't decide on school or work or whatever because I don't know how! I love new challenges, yet I'm petrified with fear when the prospect of facing them comes along.
it's a good article, check it out. Post comments with any thoughts...
*peace*
it's a good article, check it out. Post comments with any thoughts...
*peace*
I've just found a random blog, which is quite possibly the best blog I've come across yet (aside from Jo's...but that's obvious). Ryan's Blog.
Just read it.
Just read it.
13.10.02
12.10.02
something I've noticed...when I call Mikael or Jessica or Ash...or one of a few others...and I want to hang out, I either get, "yeah, totally, come on over..." or, "oh...I'm working...but call me tomorrow..." or whatever. Both very good answers...the 2nd, slightly disappointing, but you know....life happens.
There are other friends of mine who I call, and I get nearly shot down.
Me: "Hey, what are ya'll doing tonight?"
Friend: "Oh...I dunno. Maybe nothing. We're just hanging out @ [so-and-so's] house."
Me: "Ok..well, is it alright if I come by?"
Friend: "well...I dunno...we're not really doing much...why don't I call you later?"
Me: "oh...sure...ok."
Dude...so unwelcoming. So disconcerting. I don't like it.
Why must life and relationships persist in being so aaaawkward?!
There are other friends of mine who I call, and I get nearly shot down.
Me: "Hey, what are ya'll doing tonight?"
Friend: "Oh...I dunno. Maybe nothing. We're just hanging out @ [so-and-so's] house."
Me: "Ok..well, is it alright if I come by?"
Friend: "well...I dunno...we're not really doing much...why don't I call you later?"
Me: "oh...sure...ok."
Dude...so unwelcoming. So disconcerting. I don't like it.
Why must life and relationships persist in being so aaaawkward?!
Today I: 1) got up. That was more miraculous a feat that I can describe to you here. I felt half-dead when I woke up this morning. Ugh.
2) drove to Vancouver without crashing (also a miraculous feat, given that I was not quite conscious).
3) went to a youth-leaders meeting where I spoke with moderately impressive articulation (given that I was....*crowd shouts, "almost dead!".* well done).
4) went to Zulu (found my CD on the indie shelf...teeheehee), and bought Modest Mouse (yes yes...but I don't think I'm fully "on" the band wagon...yet. The Moon and Antarctica...mmm...so good).
4 b) bought a ticket to Pedro the Lion @ Richard's on Richards for next Friday (Oct.18). yeah baby! If anyone wants to give me a ride....
5) Went to "Bino's Family Restaurant" with Mikael and Peng, for lunch. Mm...t'was good, and cheap. Yep. Great combo right there! *didn't have to pay for parking! Nice lady-in-black-SUV gave me her ticket with 1.5 hours left on it! Thanks lady!*
6) Went home. *phew* Stopped only for a few short minutes. Then I went to McNair to visit Mr. Marco Antonio Soriano, my high school acting teacher, and really...mentor-type-influence. He's great. We talked for a bit (never long enough!) and he bought my CD, which was exciting. He is one of the people I wanted to make sure have one...and now he does. Yay.
7) Came home again, made dinner, napped (mmmmm....) celebrated mum's birthday with the family dinner...then did the Ben's show thing...la da da da da...
I have an ear-ache...I think there may be an alien or a mouse or a cockroach or an earwig or something burrowing in there...it freakin' hurts though. Hence...time for bed.
See you tomorrow...or not. Have a happy, happy thansgiving. May you know the JOY of the Lord to overflowing...brought on by knowing His deep, intimate, unending love for you. May your hearts be glad, and may your time be filled with true fellowship. Wherever you are "at" with God, I pray that you will be drawn into His presence, and that you will know, deeply and securely, that you are loved, treasured, cared for, watched over. That you matter to your Father in heaven more than you've ever thought possible.
Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
love, love...so much love! *peace*
MElinda
2) drove to Vancouver without crashing (also a miraculous feat, given that I was not quite conscious).
3) went to a youth-leaders meeting where I spoke with moderately impressive articulation (given that I was....*crowd shouts, "almost dead!".* well done).
4) went to Zulu (found my CD on the indie shelf...teeheehee), and bought Modest Mouse (yes yes...but I don't think I'm fully "on" the band wagon...yet. The Moon and Antarctica...mmm...so good).
4 b) bought a ticket to Pedro the Lion @ Richard's on Richards for next Friday (Oct.18). yeah baby! If anyone wants to give me a ride....
5) Went to "Bino's Family Restaurant" with Mikael and Peng, for lunch. Mm...t'was good, and cheap. Yep. Great combo right there! *didn't have to pay for parking! Nice lady-in-black-SUV gave me her ticket with 1.5 hours left on it! Thanks lady!*
6) Went home. *phew* Stopped only for a few short minutes. Then I went to McNair to visit Mr. Marco Antonio Soriano, my high school acting teacher, and really...mentor-type-influence. He's great. We talked for a bit (never long enough!) and he bought my CD, which was exciting. He is one of the people I wanted to make sure have one...and now he does. Yay.
7) Came home again, made dinner, napped (mmmmm....) celebrated mum's birthday with the family dinner...then did the Ben's show thing...la da da da da...
I have an ear-ache...I think there may be an alien or a mouse or a cockroach or an earwig or something burrowing in there...it freakin' hurts though. Hence...time for bed.
See you tomorrow...or not. Have a happy, happy thansgiving. May you know the JOY of the Lord to overflowing...brought on by knowing His deep, intimate, unending love for you. May your hearts be glad, and may your time be filled with true fellowship. Wherever you are "at" with God, I pray that you will be drawn into His presence, and that you will know, deeply and securely, that you are loved, treasured, cared for, watched over. That you matter to your Father in heaven more than you've ever thought possible.
Until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
love, love...so much love! *peace*
MElinda
My mum turned 46 today...well, actually on the 11th, which was (according to my computer clock) yesterday. Only by a few minutes.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!!! *smiles and waves*
Yep.
Ben's band played a show tonight...that was fun. They're pretty good...they just need to find that *something* that sets them apart from all the other guys with guitars.
Although I must say that BeN was rockin' the stinkin' suburbs with his sweet, sweet aviators.
He is...a bassist.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!!! *smiles and waves*
Yep.
Ben's band played a show tonight...that was fun. They're pretty good...they just need to find that *something* that sets them apart from all the other guys with guitars.
Although I must say that BeN was rockin' the stinkin' suburbs with his sweet, sweet aviators.
He is...a bassist.
11.10.02
imr's show tonight was great. Someone said it wasn't the best they've seen....shmeh. I enjoyed it a lot. Admittedly, it wasn't as intense as other shows have been, but that's ok with me. It was fun, I was with Mikael and Jess (no greater 3-musketeers-type friendship has ever been had), my emotions were quite uncomplicated...Mikael was so excited when she saw her Jack Johnson tickets that she yelped and hugged me, nearly causing an accident....but that was a better reaction that I could have dreamed. *smiles*
What else? Oh yes...Chris (mr."cupid") hit on Mikael for his friend Dave...that was lame and weird and awkward...poor old Dave had to contend with Jess and I if he wanted Mikael...it was just...lame and weird and awkward. We were secretly hoping the band members (or @ least 1 of them) would come and pretend to "be with us" to save us from "cupid and his friend stoopid" but to no avail. *sighs* No harm done.
Ha, that and Mikael got into the bar using 1) her IYTC (Int'l Youth Travel Card), the pertinent info on which is HAND-printed, and 2) her Care Card. That girl needs to get a BCID. Until then...bouncers beware...there is an honest, HONEST girl out there with ID which appears to be homemade...but the Care Card's legit, so let her in, you chump! (Oh yes, thanks to the Ocean Beach Motel bouncer-man, who so graciously let her in).
*peace*
chin, chin!
What else? Oh yes...Chris (mr."cupid") hit on Mikael for his friend Dave...that was lame and weird and awkward...poor old Dave had to contend with Jess and I if he wanted Mikael...it was just...lame and weird and awkward. We were secretly hoping the band members (or @ least 1 of them) would come and pretend to "be with us" to save us from "cupid and his friend stoopid" but to no avail. *sighs* No harm done.
Ha, that and Mikael got into the bar using 1) her IYTC (Int'l Youth Travel Card), the pertinent info on which is HAND-printed, and 2) her Care Card. That girl needs to get a BCID. Until then...bouncers beware...there is an honest, HONEST girl out there with ID which appears to be homemade...but the Care Card's legit, so let her in, you chump! (Oh yes, thanks to the Ocean Beach Motel bouncer-man, who so graciously let her in).
*peace*
chin, chin!
I think we all need to be a little more aware....
Reused water bottles carry dangerous bacteria: researchers
Last Updated Thu, 10 Oct 2002 11:53:20
EDMONTON - Reused water bottles can lead to serious stomach infections if they're not washed properly say Alberta health authorities.
Dr. Gerry Predy, Edmonton's medical officer of health, has sent out a public warning to keep the bottles clean.
"You do get germs from your mouth on it and there's bits of protein on saliva that organisms can thrive and grow on," says Predy.
Predy is responding to a University of Calgary study. Researchers tested the water in children's reused bottles at an elementary school.
Dangerous levels of bacteria were found in nearly three out of four samples.
"If these levels of bacteria were in a public water supply, then the public water supply would be shut down or a boil water advisory would be issued," says Cathy Ryan, one of the researchers.
Many people believe that their bottles are free from dangerous bacteria because they're the only ones using it.
"If I have my individual one, I don't see the point (of washing it)," says Lindsay Parsons, a hockey player. Parsons says his bottle is never washed.
"I never got anything from it (and) I don't let anyone else use it," says Dan Gladwin, Parson's team mate.
Researchers say that's the wrong way to go about it. Ryan says germs grow on the saliva that backwashes into the bottles and that can cause severe stomach infections.
"Most people…feel it's something they themselves have been using (so) they are not too worried about it, but it's just like any other dish or utensil — they should be washed every day," says Predy.
Predy says all bottles need to be washed with soap and warm water daily and left to dry.
Written by CBC News Online staff
I have a sudden, strong impulse to go scrub my nalgene with bleach-water....or maybe a power washer....eeew....
Reused water bottles carry dangerous bacteria: researchers
Last Updated Thu, 10 Oct 2002 11:53:20
EDMONTON - Reused water bottles can lead to serious stomach infections if they're not washed properly say Alberta health authorities.
Dr. Gerry Predy, Edmonton's medical officer of health, has sent out a public warning to keep the bottles clean.
"You do get germs from your mouth on it and there's bits of protein on saliva that organisms can thrive and grow on," says Predy.
Predy is responding to a University of Calgary study. Researchers tested the water in children's reused bottles at an elementary school.
Dangerous levels of bacteria were found in nearly three out of four samples.
"If these levels of bacteria were in a public water supply, then the public water supply would be shut down or a boil water advisory would be issued," says Cathy Ryan, one of the researchers.
Many people believe that their bottles are free from dangerous bacteria because they're the only ones using it.
"If I have my individual one, I don't see the point (of washing it)," says Lindsay Parsons, a hockey player. Parsons says his bottle is never washed.
"I never got anything from it (and) I don't let anyone else use it," says Dan Gladwin, Parson's team mate.
Researchers say that's the wrong way to go about it. Ryan says germs grow on the saliva that backwashes into the bottles and that can cause severe stomach infections.
"Most people…feel it's something they themselves have been using (so) they are not too worried about it, but it's just like any other dish or utensil — they should be washed every day," says Predy.
Predy says all bottles need to be washed with soap and warm water daily and left to dry.
Written by CBC News Online staff
I have a sudden, strong impulse to go scrub my nalgene with bleach-water....or maybe a power washer....eeew....
10.10.02
fresh blogs noted today: "girl pokes girl" (eeew...), and Tim Hortons. The 2nd one is a group one, mostly a message board...BUT if you scroll down to October 7, one of the entries has scrolling text, which I thought was pretty neat.
Other things to note from today....
1) I am a chump. I totally forgot to take Katy's house key to her, left the poor girl freaking out for a few hours...*shakes head in disgust...*. How many more people will fall victim to my short-term memory (or lack thereof)?
2) The Mexico Team for 2003 is looking great. The girls on the team may be a little soft-spoken, but I get the sense they are totally on the verge of God doing something BIG in their lives. They seem sweet, and soft-hearted towards him. That's who I was in youth group...I'm excited to get to know them.
3) Mikael is not a chump. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to read Hebrews (or as much of it as possible) and prepare for her the great October 15, 2002 surprise. Teeheehee....
4) My mum's birthday is on FRIDAY!!! What will I give her? Suggestions...?
5) Alpha was good. The non-talker in my small group talked, and she asked a biiiig question. She is certainly a genuine seeker. I'm excited for her.
6) My dad makes a mean lasagna.
7) Jessica Bell is amazing. I love her so much. She's in the top 3. Yep. Top 3. Wow.
8) Pat, also a very wonderful friend. In the tight-circle grouping. Or the horizontally expanding top 3....
9) Mike's Great Bass Mix 2001 is incredible. Wow. Who knew...the bass...was so versatile...when played by such stellar musicians. It's inspiring.
10) I dropped off my first demo, and prepped the letter to go with the second. *phew*. Nerve-wracking, but it's good to have "stuff" happening.
NOTE: Remind me if you can...I need to call St.John's Ambulance about getting my first aid/cpr so I'll @ least be elidgible for a ymca permanent position....
imr plays tomorrow night @ ocean beach pub in white rock. Be there or be...not @ an amazing live show.
Other things to note from today....
1) I am a chump. I totally forgot to take Katy's house key to her, left the poor girl freaking out for a few hours...*shakes head in disgust...*. How many more people will fall victim to my short-term memory (or lack thereof)?
2) The Mexico Team for 2003 is looking great. The girls on the team may be a little soft-spoken, but I get the sense they are totally on the verge of God doing something BIG in their lives. They seem sweet, and soft-hearted towards him. That's who I was in youth group...I'm excited to get to know them.
3) Mikael is not a chump. Tomorrow morning, I'm going to read Hebrews (or as much of it as possible) and prepare for her the great October 15, 2002 surprise. Teeheehee....
4) My mum's birthday is on FRIDAY!!! What will I give her? Suggestions...?
5) Alpha was good. The non-talker in my small group talked, and she asked a biiiig question. She is certainly a genuine seeker. I'm excited for her.
6) My dad makes a mean lasagna.
7) Jessica Bell is amazing. I love her so much. She's in the top 3. Yep. Top 3. Wow.
8) Pat, also a very wonderful friend. In the tight-circle grouping. Or the horizontally expanding top 3....
9) Mike's Great Bass Mix 2001 is incredible. Wow. Who knew...the bass...was so versatile...when played by such stellar musicians. It's inspiring.
10) I dropped off my first demo, and prepped the letter to go with the second. *phew*. Nerve-wracking, but it's good to have "stuff" happening.
NOTE: Remind me if you can...I need to call St.John's Ambulance about getting my first aid/cpr so I'll @ least be elidgible for a ymca permanent position....
imr plays tomorrow night @ ocean beach pub in white rock. Be there or be...not @ an amazing live show.
9.10.02
JO just said--and I quote--, "FLAMING CRAP ON A STICK!!! Where does the time go?"
More inventive, interesting, and amusing than any standard profanity. And it's not really all that profane. Just kinda crude. In an, "OH SHOOOT!! I'm going be so tired tomorrow!", kinda way.
Jo is awesome. I love her so much....wow. Hence today, I drove her to the allergist. She reacted so well, *sniffs*....I'm so proud...*sobs....rushes off in search of a kleenex*
*loud nose-blowing heard in the distance....* thank goodness for mr.kleenex.
More inventive, interesting, and amusing than any standard profanity. And it's not really all that profane. Just kinda crude. In an, "OH SHOOOT!! I'm going be so tired tomorrow!", kinda way.
Jo is awesome. I love her so much....wow. Hence today, I drove her to the allergist. She reacted so well, *sniffs*....I'm so proud...*sobs....rushes off in search of a kleenex*
*loud nose-blowing heard in the distance....* thank goodness for mr.kleenex.
In case you're interested, I spent 6 months in Townsville, Australia doing a DTS (Discipleship Training School) with YWAM (Youth With A Mission). If you want to check out my adventure sites, the base has a website. And if you then click on "staff and students", and then "melinda appenheimer" (under graduates), you can check out my personal RTO webpage, which I try and update once a month or so.
I think seeing the Portland fellow on the street last night has really thrown me off. I'm not sure why...just that...oh man, it's really bothering me.
Should I try and go back there to work? I'm not sure...there are actually quite a few questions plaguing me right now...work, school, love, friendships, reading, writing, blogging, church, worship leading, ywam, and alpha...ugh. Tomorrow morning I'm getting up @ 9 to spend some quality time in the WORD...that life-giving book God has given us. Yes, I'm talking about the Bible. I love it so much. I skimmed just a few sentences the other day, and something in me stirred. A large part of my motivation to develop a normal sleeping pattern (ie in bed by 11 or 12 @ the latest) is so I can have a quiet time every morning. Because from there, I can do anything, through Christ who strengthens me (Philippians 4:13). Study theory, piano, voice, practice clarinet (because I love it!) and guitar, calls lounges/coffee shops, walk, exercise, ride my bike...anything! Once my eyes are on Christ, and I am secure, I am....I am ready to live.
how do I so easily ignore the most important relationship in my life?
Should I try and go back there to work? I'm not sure...there are actually quite a few questions plaguing me right now...work, school, love, friendships, reading, writing, blogging, church, worship leading, ywam, and alpha...ugh. Tomorrow morning I'm getting up @ 9 to spend some quality time in the WORD...that life-giving book God has given us. Yes, I'm talking about the Bible. I love it so much. I skimmed just a few sentences the other day, and something in me stirred. A large part of my motivation to develop a normal sleeping pattern (ie in bed by 11 or 12 @ the latest) is so I can have a quiet time every morning. Because from there, I can do anything, through Christ who strengthens me (Philippians 4:13). Study theory, piano, voice, practice clarinet (because I love it!) and guitar, calls lounges/coffee shops, walk, exercise, ride my bike...anything! Once my eyes are on Christ, and I am secure, I am....I am ready to live.
how do I so easily ignore the most important relationship in my life?
8.10.02
I'm reading a book called "the glass palace" and so far, there have been 2 very sketchy sexual references. Yep. The most recent one...the 11 year old boy and the lady he works for almost copulated.
And it's weird, because I am enjoying the story...aside from the sketchy bits just mentioned. *sighs* It's so hard to find a book that's a good, well-written piece of literature, without any sort of...defiling text. Maybe that's the "real world" or whatever. It annoys me.
*climbs back into the bubble....*
And it's weird, because I am enjoying the story...aside from the sketchy bits just mentioned. *sighs* It's so hard to find a book that's a good, well-written piece of literature, without any sort of...defiling text. Maybe that's the "real world" or whatever. It annoys me.
*climbs back into the bubble....*
