I was flushing the water fountain @ ubc, before filling my water bottle, when I saw it....
the sign on the locker read:
VACATED!!
name: Alana Worsley
SHIIIIINNNNGGGG! *sparkle, sparkle*
27.7.04
and matthew says...
"well hey when those saplings push through the ground it's so exciting."
carpe diem. ich liebe es.
carpe diem. ich liebe es.
diva 101
To her he says, "Part of diva 101 is learning to fill the space with your sound."
To me he says, "Developing a voice is like a [potted] plant. It's something you grow, not build. I get the impression that your voice is a sapling."
That sort of direction is all at once sweet and crushing in its honesty.
To me he says, "Developing a voice is like a [potted] plant. It's something you grow, not build. I get the impression that your voice is a sapling."
That sort of direction is all at once sweet and crushing in its honesty.
26.7.04
i spend too much money.
thoughts:
pretty girls don't always have pretty lives.
my boss came into the store the other day and said, "geez, it's hotter n' the edge a' hell in here!". (brilliant!)
and lastly....there is NO SHAME in singing loud and long in italian, french, english, czech or german. so that is what i shall do.
and lastly...i might get a new car stereo. woot woot waaaaah.
pretty girls don't always have pretty lives.
my boss came into the store the other day and said, "geez, it's hotter n' the edge a' hell in here!". (brilliant!)
and lastly....there is NO SHAME in singing loud and long in italian, french, english, czech or german. so that is what i shall do.
and lastly...i might get a new car stereo. woot woot waaaaah.
21.7.04
a beautiful letdown
We can't write people off just because they don't "know" Christ. It is often those who haven't been taught how to think about God who think, speak, feel and live him the most profoundly. At times, it is the burden of theology, exegeting and hermeneuting, which keeps us from true intimacy, and simple truths.
We can say that God works in mysterious ways, as long as those ways don't include too much wine and cigarettes, dirt and skateshops, mess and ugliness. There is richness in a life lived in the chaos of grace, and a wealth in amongst the potholes of a difficult road. That's where the view is the best--when you come to the right spot in a valley, where you can see the sunrise, and realize that your eyes may be the first to see this part of evaporating night.
Maybe there is more redemption in a sunrise than in seeing eyes.
We take too much credit for building and deciphering this mystery. Really, it is the truth being revealed to us, little by little. Through a tattoo, or a spoken word, a prophet or a manic street preacher, a parmedic or a concrete pourer--he can speak and appear anywhere, in and through anyone. For his purposes cannot be cut off, or his voice and power silenced.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there IS freedom. Relax and be relieved that you don't have to worry about where that is.
We can say that God works in mysterious ways, as long as those ways don't include too much wine and cigarettes, dirt and skateshops, mess and ugliness. There is richness in a life lived in the chaos of grace, and a wealth in amongst the potholes of a difficult road. That's where the view is the best--when you come to the right spot in a valley, where you can see the sunrise, and realize that your eyes may be the first to see this part of evaporating night.
Maybe there is more redemption in a sunrise than in seeing eyes.
We take too much credit for building and deciphering this mystery. Really, it is the truth being revealed to us, little by little. Through a tattoo, or a spoken word, a prophet or a manic street preacher, a parmedic or a concrete pourer--he can speak and appear anywhere, in and through anyone. For his purposes cannot be cut off, or his voice and power silenced.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there IS freedom. Relax and be relieved that you don't have to worry about where that is.
19.7.04
could we start again, please?
Jesus Christ Superstar is a great, great, great musical, and Norman Jewison did it much justice on film.
Mmmhmm. I went to a church service called "mosaic" last night, and I missed most of it. At the end a woman got up and shared a bit of what God's been doing in her life, and read to us a little poetic thing she'd written the day before. The part that I remember the most is this :
My breathing is multiplied.
My thinking, personified...
Reflecting on how God's changed her being, her life, every aspect of it. It was really beautiful, and when it came to trying to remember the whole thing, that was about all I could store in my mind.
Jessica is alive and well. Just thought you'd like to know.
peace.
Mmmhmm. I went to a church service called "mosaic" last night, and I missed most of it. At the end a woman got up and shared a bit of what God's been doing in her life, and read to us a little poetic thing she'd written the day before. The part that I remember the most is this :
My breathing is multiplied.
My thinking, personified...
Reflecting on how God's changed her being, her life, every aspect of it. It was really beautiful, and when it came to trying to remember the whole thing, that was about all I could store in my mind.
Jessica is alive and well. Just thought you'd like to know.
peace.
18.7.04
nickname
'melinda the great' came about when I put some clothes on hold at the store where a friend worked. She tagged them as reserved for "melinda the great", and I rather liked it, so I passed it on to others, and it stuck. Sort of. For a while I got emails to "melinda the great, of Richmond". Anyway...my locker mate this year was Teresea the Great. Or t*rex. And I'm m*rock.
Apparently I have an arch-nemesis. Or not really. But that's what she told my friend James. It's this girl, who has a blog. Makes me feel a little...winded, because I think she seems amazing, and it sucks when wonderful people don't really like you. Or decide that you're to be enemies.
Watched "Lost in Translation" with James tonight. He's a good friend just to be with.
Apparently I have an arch-nemesis. Or not really. But that's what she told my friend James. It's this girl, who has a blog. Makes me feel a little...winded, because I think she seems amazing, and it sucks when wonderful people don't really like you. Or decide that you're to be enemies.
Watched "Lost in Translation" with James tonight. He's a good friend just to be with.
15.7.04
ah ha
didn't nap at all today. got up @ 10am, and just kept on truckin'. went to curves, almost didn't make it...but i feel all the stronger for it.
lots of jenny lovin', she's back from australia today.
woot woot.
bought some accessories and REALLY COOL birthday presents for friends with birthdays coming soon.
yes.
without the nap, i'm famished and exhausted. and so i go to rememdy those now. ta.
lots of jenny lovin', she's back from australia today.
woot woot.
bought some accessories and REALLY COOL birthday presents for friends with birthdays coming soon.
yes.
without the nap, i'm famished and exhausted. and so i go to rememdy those now. ta.
14.7.04
returned at last.
Some things to be posted:
"The echo of her laughter is the second sunrise I awaken to each day, and at night I feel it is more than stars looking down on me."
-- Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
Devastating.
Secondly, I'm reading the chronicles of Narnia. I believe I am on book 5, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, with The Silver Chair and The Last Battle yet to come. Today I read a deliciously poignant piece of the book. I shall share it with you hence:
(A character Eustace has been turned into a dragon...)
"...Just as I was going to put my feet into the water, I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that's all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I'll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.
Well, exactly the same thing happened again...how ever many skins have I got to take off?...So I scratched away for the third time, and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water, I knew it had been no good.
Then the lion said - but I don't know if it spoke - You will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws...but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.
The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I've ever elt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.
...He peeled the beastly stuff right off...and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me - I didn't like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I'd no skin on - and threw me into the water (a bubbling well in an enchanted garden). It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and all the pain was gone from my arm.
After a bit the lion took me out and dressed me...in new clothes.
And then suddenly I was back here."
-- C.S. Lewis, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Chronicles of Narnia.
"The echo of her laughter is the second sunrise I awaken to each day, and at night I feel it is more than stars looking down on me."
-- Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl
Devastating.
Secondly, I'm reading the chronicles of Narnia. I believe I am on book 5, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, with The Silver Chair and The Last Battle yet to come. Today I read a deliciously poignant piece of the book. I shall share it with you hence:
(A character Eustace has been turned into a dragon...)
"...Just as I was going to put my feet into the water, I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that's all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I'll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.
Well, exactly the same thing happened again...how ever many skins have I got to take off?...So I scratched away for the third time, and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water, I knew it had been no good.
Then the lion said - but I don't know if it spoke - You will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws...but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.
The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I've ever elt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was just the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off.
...He peeled the beastly stuff right off...and there it was lying on the grass: only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me - I didn't like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I'd no skin on - and threw me into the water (a bubbling well in an enchanted garden). It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and all the pain was gone from my arm.
After a bit the lion took me out and dressed me...in new clothes.
And then suddenly I was back here."
-- C.S. Lewis, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Chronicles of Narnia.
