25.12.06

Christmas!

merry christmas to all!

this is my 12-day-old friend hannah.



she's beautiful -- here with her parents david and nola.

mmm....

it is so good to be home. sometimes i forget what great love is here -- there's so much to connect to, people to connect with...

new ideas:
: 1 year dance school @ ft.langley ywam base when uleth degree is gotten.
: start (or join?) a community house when I move back here.
: team action plan (ideas for 1st meeting) -- well lots of ideas for that.
: travel with Mikael before she gets married.
: spend a couple weeks @ house of prayer in Kansas (or a month?), [possibly with brother ben].
: spend a week in Victoria when I get home in the spring.

:)

11.12.06

5 more sleeps.


5 sleeps.
1 WebCT exam.
1 jury.
1 written exam.
3 coffee dates.
1 sleepover in Calgary.
1 gift exchange.
1 miniature tree to decorate.
=
stuff I have to do before I get home.

merry christmas.

8.12.06

woohoo!!




I beat the registrar's office!!

I registered in a reserved (not for me) course!

woohoo!!!

oh, the things that excite the registering student...

5.12.06

tony the psychologist?

I had a whole post about my lesson today, and something Tony pointed out to me, and how I've been thinking about it ever since...
but that was too personal.

Instead, this picture of a dancer...with hairy legs, and awesome socks.



Hmm...

1.12.06

high times, hard times, sometimes the livin' is sweet.




i'm going to new york city.

wow.

february 2007.

new york...city.

the big apple.

i'll be there.

it's like some sort of a pilgrimmage.

25.11.06

aspirations.

at this point, i won't be a professional dancer, especially not a ballerina.
too tall, too big, too awkward, too many years not training seriously -- and too much invested in singing.

:)

those limitations aside, i can dance. i can buy a new pair of magical pink leather slippers, and i can dance.

there's a ballet class on tuesday nights next semester, and i think i'm going to take it. it's a night of bussing across the bridge, but i think there'd be some sort of 'childhood' type romance in getting on the bus with my dance bag, rushing into the studio cold, only to enjoy and hour of dreams come to life.

*sighs*




i've done it before -- why not do it again?

23.11.06

these are not my shoes.


I would like to be friends with k-os. Kevin. I think that we could be great friends.

I don't think that I like "the bachelor" -- everything about it seems wrong. The false romance, the heartbreak...entertainment made of pain. I don't like it.

"the office" is a pretty funny show. Jim's new office is niiice, and he got totally hammered in in tonight. Mhmm.

My left ankle is still sprained, and my knee definitely hurts sometimes. I'm not a big fan of that. Ligament injuries. Who needs 'em?

I need to be a more proactive component of my healthcare. I'm working on it. I'm going to the chiropractor tomorrow. So that'll be fun. :S

Columbiahouse Music Canada thinks I owe them money -- I disagree. I am contesting, with a letter.

Seriously though...I think me and k-os could hang out.

peace.

21.11.06

a blog of note.

Brett introduced me to this blogger.

It's good stuff. About religious christianity, will probably sound familiar to those of you who read donald miller, or who know dave ward.

check it out.

here's a clip:

Truly you are a God who hides himself.
Isaiah 45:15

To Whom It May Concern,

I’ve heard it said that the earth is filled with your glory. Now I don’t claim to be a master of insight, but it seems to me that your glory is anything but pervasive down here. In fact, I’d say it’s downright difficult to find anything remotely qualifying as glorious, at least these days. Sure, there are those every-so-often sunsets and the relentless shush of the ocean shore—and, okay, a starry starry night’s pretty cool too—but if that’s what they mean by God’s glory then I’d have to say it’s a pretty limited concept. At best it’s an impressive backdrop where, as poet Matthew Arnold wrote, “ignorant armies clash by night.”

I’ve heard it said that humankind is your crowning achievement. I find this flattering, but even less convincing. It’s not so much that our species is demonstrably wicked (the Fall implies we can’t hold you accountable for everything); still, even among the so-called “saved,” the power of carnal inclinations seems far more influential than the “imparted righteousness” mentioned in your promotional material. Perhaps this righteousness is more of an ideal than a working principle. At any rate, the human landscape suggests many things, but divine glory isn’t one of the things that comes to mind.

20.11.06

oh the power.

my friend hannah is here because her power got turned off -- it'll be back on tomorrow, but she needs to watch the Bachelor TONIGHT, so she's here.

saturday night, some friends and i watched "the family stone" and then read "who POOPED in the park?" by Gary D. Robson (illustrations by Elijah Brady Clark)...which may be the best/worst book ever.



CHECK IT OUT!!!

15.11.06

questions.

High Fidelity is probably one of my top 5 favourite movies to watch (of all time), but I'm not sure why. There's swearing (so, objectionable language), scenes of sexuality (which can be awkward)...well, I guess that's it as objections go, but a significant part of the movie contains "objectionable content", and yet...top 5!

Is that weird? Wrong? Have you seen it? What did you think?

Secretly, I'd love to be a nerd who owns a bag designed to carry vinyl...but I don't....maybe that's my love of the movie...who knows...anyway...here's some art..

11.11.06

?

to dream mid-day, even while napping, is spectacularly disorienting. disorientating. umm. confusing.

pink helmet -- the return!


I just got back from a one hour bike ride, and OH IT WAS GLORIOUS!!!

I was cold, and I wandered around the west side, pedalling and pedalling and pedalling...

I forgot how much I love biking. When it's just a means of transportation, it's not so fun, and I forget to just spend time exploring.

Ahhh....refreshed, awake, alive. Thank you, Lord.

9.11.06

yo!

TARA FROM the BLOCK!

She' my friend.

And she basically has revolutionized the world of blogging with this post -- you should definitely check it out.

here's some photo love, from camp2july2006.

7.11.06

chasing.

I don't quite know how to say what I feel.
Those three words are said too much --
they're not enough...



if I lay here
if I just lay here
would you lie with me
and just look at the world?

forget what we're told
before we get too old
show me a garden
that's bursting into life.







let's waste time chasing cars around our heads
I need your grace
to remind me to find my own.

if I lay here
if I just lay here
would you lie with me and just forget the world?




all that I am
all that I ever was
is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.

I don't know where
confused about how as well
just know that these things were never changed for us alone.

6.11.06

1,200 posts later...

Today was...early. I mean it started early. EARLY!!! Maybe 6am isn't that early, except that I went to sleep after 1am...peaceful, but insomniatic-esque.

The weekend was pretty intense, but for reasons more appropriate to conversation than bloggersation -- so call me. :)

here's a little pictoral introduction to mandy, here with ryan and lynn flowers.



Good people -- mandy was a new best friend this summer (added to the circle of love), and I miss her a lot. She's pretty fantastic.

My visa bill is huge right now -- not quite matched by my salary, but we'll see what happens. I am accepting donations, just in case you were wondering. I know money can be a burden, and I am all about lifting your burdens, friend.

love & asparagus.

4.11.06

welcome to the new me...err...blog.

this is...blogger beta.

it may change our lives.

i can't figure out how to put a picture of me over on the side...but we'll work it out.

mmm...it's saturday.


top 10 list of today. :)

1. hug dee in the am. love the downthehallbestfriend.
2. mmm...brush my teeth.
3. long breakfast with new friends.
4. msn the mandy. bestfriends are best.
5. nap time!! whaaaaat's happening.
6. plans! lynnae plans, jayda plans, party plans -- I love plans. Also PLANS by deathcabforcutie.
7. the sweetness of talking with zoe, heart outside my heart.
8. crisp, cold air and me walking in it! fantastic.
9. everything will be ok.
...
10. sunburst. there's a lot of cloud cover today, but as the sun is setting, it gets below the clouds and SHINES! Beautiful.

3.11.06

how could we not adore thee?


HELLO!

GOOD MORNING!!

O COME, let us adore him, Christ the Lord!

It's a new day -- and time to do some livin'!!!

BE BLESSED!!!

1.11.06

maybe i should just stick to blogging...?

I found this in the blog archives...at first I thought I must've quoted it, but it appears that I wrote it myself.

Sweet.

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.

HEY!

YEAH YOU!!!

CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are the proud owner of a HOROPTER!!

WOOHOO!!!!

29.10.06

a good high school memory!?

I had a friend in high school named ryan. We were in acting and stagecraft together, I think in grades 11 and 12. He had transferred from another school, and was this totaly bad ass, but we had a sweet friendship.

I don't really remember how or when it started, but I know we had a lot of fun in class together, learning how to build sets, and totally screwing up, and hoping that nobody fell through out platforms. Well, that was mostly me, and he'd fix my mistakes.

There are a couple of memories I have that are really precious though, and I'm thankful for them (because high school rememberances are generally not all that fond for me).

The one I'll share here happened just after I performed my one-woman-show (Grade 12 final acting project). It was so intense guys -- I'm not sure I even kept the script. It was a daring write for me, because I dove into dark places in my heart and mind, and wrote a script that frightened even me. It was the first time in my life where I laid myself bare, and the only time that I've done so with such intensity, and in front of an audience.

I didn't rehearse the piece, even though it had a dance component -- I knew exactly what it would be like. I knew it so deeply, and I just went onstage and did it.

When I finished, I was weeping, and when I walked off stage, ryan was there and...he was there.

I haven't seen him in years, and although I would love to, I'm ok with him being a friend from high school. I hadn't thought about him for a while, but sometimes it's good to remember the good stuff.

23.10.06

imogen heap!


'Hide and Seek'

Where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only
just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling


Spin me round again
and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy


Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first


oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity
of this
still life


Hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
Blood and tears
They were here first


mm what d'ya say?
that you only meant well, well of course you did
this it's all for the best, of course it is
that it's just what we need, you decided this?
what did you say?


Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid sweet talk newspaper word cut outs
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit

it's a song.

midnight
lock all the doors
and
turn out the lights
feels like
the end of the world
this sunday
night.

somehow
i can't
seem to find
the quiet
inside
my mind.

oh
my fears have
cornered
me here.

18.10.06

*sighs*.


What you don't know is that when I watch Grey's Anatomy by myself, I inevitably start to cry, because George and Izzie and Grey do something friend-y together, and I miss the crew back in BC.

Not that those BC kids are perfect, and I think I romanticize this perfect life on the coast whenever I'm living in the coulees, but seriously -- home is cool.

So, I miss it sometimes, and I end up in tears, and I just want to call Mikael or an Andrew or someone like that, but I don't, because I'm crying...

There are these moments when things get really stressful, or I'm actually upset, or my ankle is killing me, and the happiness here becomes transparent, and I realize how much I miss home. Sometimes, most of the time, it's easier to forget that Richmond, Vancouver, North Van, Burnaby (gaglardi exit!), Abottsford, Keats, Anvil, ETc... even exist, because when they do exist, it hurts to remember that I have a home there.

When I procrastinate, and let people down, it's harder because there's no history for them to remember my faithfulness or trustworthiness...*sighs*. Maybe I imagine how well I'm known at home, but then I remember how Mikael would skip to my favourite track on David Gray even though it meant skipping hers.

That's what you don't know.

17.10.06

it's beginning to look a lot like....


christmas?

maybe not quite yet...but it's definitely been snowing here in Lethbridge. Snowing, but not sticking. So...it's cold, and snowy, but no fun to play in.

today in my lesson, Tony said that he thinks I'll be a good voice teacher. That in a few years, he'd feel comfortable asking me to fill in for him at a masterclass.

WOO!

it's a HUGE compliment. and, I might be able to get a job teaching voice @ the U of L conservatory...which is very, very cool. Better money than the B&G club, and no commute...and it's encouraging that Tony thinks I could do it.

Very cool.

This weekend (Fri & Sat) is the Mozart! mozart! MOZART! concert --- yippee!! I get to wear my gown, and sing opera, and curtsy in heels (harder than you think).

I was talking to Mikael the other day about the difference between Thanksgiving turkey etc. leftovers, and CHristmas turkey etc. leftovers. After Thanksgiving, the leftovers are cool, yummy, good times. After Christmas, they aren't as fun, because Christmas is over. It's the most anti-climatic (climactic?) time of year, so even cold turkey and stuffing isn't as exciting as it was a couple months earlier.

peace out.

10.10.06

I wrote a song.

"If we consider the unblushing promises of reward and the staggering
nature of the rewards promised in the Gospels, it would seem that Our Lord
finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted
creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy
is offered us
, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies
in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a
holiday at the sea.
"
-C.S. Lewis

I forget wherein this Lewis treasure is found, although I can tell you that the highlighted line inspired a song, and in fact these words found their way into my lyrics.

"Do I expect to little?
Am I arrogant to ask for more?
Am I too easily pleased with mudpies / ignore the beauty of the seashore..."
- m.appenheimer



So there.

2.10.06

THE PRESERVATIONIST

the preservationist is a novel by david maine. it's based on the story of noah's ark, and it is a fresh look atit which is an excellent read.

call me -- you can borrow it.

this is an excerpt from a chapter narrative by the wife of Cham, noah's eldest son.


"It seems to me that Yahweh has a thing or two to answer for. But I'm the first to admit, there's a lot I don't understand. So I'll get back to the mountains, one day, maybe years from now, and collect those shells. Some of them were even embedded in stone, odder still. I'll study them and try to understand what they're doing there, and perhaps through understanding Yahweh's creation, I can understand Yahweh. At least a little. Perhaps by understanding Him, I'll better understand His moivation for destroying so much of the beauty He had wrought.
It's the least I can do, I suppose. Give Him the benefit of the doubt, try to understand before passing judgement."

could this be what Paul is saying?


from Captivating...

"...many of the Scriptures on the Role of women in the church are a reflection of God's concern for a woman's protection and spiritual covering. We live in a dangerous world. Satan's opposition of the Church is vicious. He bears a special hatred for Eve. It follows that God would want to ensure that a woman helping to advance his Kingdom would be offered the covering and protection of good men. Issues of headship and authority are intended for the benefit of women, not their suppression...
God desires that wherever and however you offer yourself to the Body of Christ, you'll have the protection of good men over you. Not to hold you back, but to set you free as a woman. Christ has made man his warrior, to offer his strength of behalf of Eve so that she might flourish...we're talking about the true fellowship of those whose hearts are captured for Jesus, who have become his intimate allies. You want to offer yourself to those who thirst for what you have."

Captivating is about "unveiling the mystery of a woman's soul"...

The title sounds cheesey, but the book has been amazing to read. God's doing some big things in me, healing some deep loneliness, but doing it this time in the context of me learning to live in a community of believers -- and stepping out with my gifts, offering them, and trusting that there is a place for me...an irreplaceable role in a great adventure.

women are cool.

"To be Queen Elizabeth within a definite area, deciding sales, banquets, labors, and holidays; to be Whitely within a certain area, providing toys, boots, cakes, and books; to be Aristotle within a certain area, teaching morals, manners, theology, and hygiene; I can understand how this might exhaust the mind, but I cannot imagine how it could narrow it. How can it be a large career to tell other people's children about the Rule of Three, and a small career to tell one's own children about the universe? How can it be broad to be the same thing to everyone and narrow to be everything to someone? No, a woman's function is laborious, but because it is gigantic, not because it is minute."

- G.K. Chesterton, What's Wrong with the World.

1.10.06

remember the kind of september...



For those of you who've known me for a few years (say, 4-6), you'll remember my pre and/or post ywam experience...well, you won't remember the experience from MY point of view, but rather from your own.

Perhaps you will recall what you saw in me, changes, good and bad...

what am I trying to say?

It's been a long road back from Australia.

Four years ago, I was getting ready to go, I was working @ the Portland Hotel...I was waiting for my visa, and I was excited to encounter God, to travel, and I was expecting a life change.

I got all of those things, and then the fall out.

Now, DTS was incredible -- I can't imagine my life now without it, but I think that post-ywam was much more painful than it needed to be.

I think that now, in Lethbridge, God's digging into the healing of that, which is really...hard. What's cool right now is that my ivcf staff leader is willing to come alongside me in some of that, and help me walk it out...which is a vital shift in the post-ywam experience for me. Having someone who isn't just a friend, but who is a pastor and a leader, to be a part of me figuring this out. Troy's rad. I think he's really going to hold me to becoming a part of this community, and not just settling for loneliness and solitude.

ANyway...I'll keep you posted.

:)



To those at home for whom this post makes sense...thank you for sticking with me, and being the face of love.

28.9.06

I am a number.


I am upstairs in the U of L library, in the MEDIA COLLECTION area. I'm going to listen to my Bastienne aria on LP soon.

I was downstairs, trying to get a couple textbooks that are on course reserve for Psych, but I need to update my library priviledges -- who knew?

I guess I should've known...

anyway, buddy @ the desk can't do it, and it takes 2 days to do it online, so I'm waiting for his supervisor to return.

DId you know that imr (in medias res) has a whole bunch of videos on YOUTUBE? I had NO idea. I watched them last night -- I felt very...homesick. Miss those boys.

This keyboard is awkward...post over.

26.9.06

here's a colourful picture.

For Opera Workshop's "happy birthday" Mozart concert, I'm singing an aria from "bastien und bastienne", an little opera mozart wrote when he was 12.

12!!

sheesh.



Here's a picture I found on the internet, of bastienne, from the view of one Finnish costumer.

a whole new world.

CARDOONS!!

I'd like to introduce you to my friend Justin, and his cartoons -- I mean cardoons.

They're funny, sometimes gross, sometimes offensive...but mostly fantastic.

Check out no.62 -- and then laugh. Cuz it's s'posed to be funny.

k.

love ya!

DJ Meli-Melo.

22.9.06

THURSDAY.




I...

opened a BMO account.

woot.

planned my junior recital program with TOny (what's up using some songs I already know...).

went to opera rehearsal and rocked the Bb 5...I think.

tried laser hair removal...nearly fainted at the financial savings I could've had if I'd done it instead of electrolysis (long term...aiie).

what else?

I made butter chicken...

20.9.06

ahhh...




so Imogen Heap -- good call if you've been listening to that.

I plugged in my Optical Mouse today, and then my keypad didn't work when I unplugged it...aiiiee.....

I was just thinking about marriage, and what a unique relationship exists within a marriage. With no one else in your life (usually..) do you presume to be able to make a lifetime committment -- promising that you will not leave, or desert this other person...

I mean, think about it!! Why do we do it? A wedding is surrounded by so many romantic notions, but truthfully, it seems to be one of the most difficult relationships we can enter into -- and yet people do it everday.

Do we not realize the magnanimity of our marriage vows?

(I mean the general "our"...I'm not married).

picture!

16.9.06

wisdom of the bean.

the way I see it #148

"Great teachers should be paid like doctors of corporate attorneys. I worry about what will happen to our economy and our democracy if we don't start to take teachers' jobs seriously."

- Ninive Clements Calegari, author.

And then Starbucks adds a disclaimer, "This is the author's opinion, not necessarily that or Starbucks."

*sighs*

I've noticed recently just how much we communicate by mass media, including (apparently) an innocent coffee cup. On the bus, there are signs instructing riders not to eat or drink, listen to loud music, not to engage the bus driver in lengthy conversations...not to swear, or talk loudly, or irritate other riders....

Maybe it's because I'm taking sociology, but I got thinking about what a bizarre society we live in. We're expected to be socialized by the internet, and signage, even when addressing issues of human-to-human contact...

Maybe I'll research that sometime.

15.9.06

office space.

should I ever become convinced that an office job is for me, remind me of the conversation I heard today on the bus.

I hope that never, ever, ever will filing, emails, or the need for cardigans in a chilly room become the center of my attention.

ugh.

office.

*shudders*

12.9.06

LOOONG but good.

hey kids.

this is a newyorktimes article that my sociology prof sent to us.

I went and checked out the website for the treatment program mentioned...
I think it's at loveinaction.org or something.

Enjoy? Discuss?

love.

The New York Times
Printer Friendly Format Sponsored By

July 17, 2005
Gay Teenager Stirs a Storm
By ALEX WILLIAMS

MEMPHIS

IT was the sort of confession that a decade ago might have been scribbled
in a teenager's diary, then quietly tucked away in a drawer: "Somewhat
recently," wrote a boy who identified himself only as Zach, 16, from
Tennessee, on his personal Web page, "I told my parents I was gay." He
noted, "This didn't go over very well," and "They tell me that there is
something psychologically wrong with me, and they 'raised me wrong.' "

But what grabbed the attention of Zach's friends and subsequently of both
gay activists and fundamentalist Christians around the world who came
across the entry, made on May 29, was not the intimacy of the confession.
Teenagers have been outing themselves online for years, and many of Zach's
friends already knew he was gay. It was another sentence in the Web log:
"Today, my mother, father and I had a very long 'talk' in my room, where
they let me know I am to apply for a fundamentalist Christian program for
gays."

"It's like boot camp," Zach added in a dispatch the next day. "If I do
come out straight, I'll be so mentally unstable and depressed it won't
matter."

The camp in question, Refuge, is a youth program of Love in Action
International, a group in Memphis that runs a religion-based program
intended to change the sexual orientation of gay men and women. Often
called reparative or conversion therapy, such programs took hold in
fundamentalist Christian circles in the 1970's, when mainstream
psychiatric organizations overturned previous designations of
homosexuality as a mental disorder, and gained ground rapidly from the
late 90's. Programs like Love in Action have always been controversial,
but Zach's blog entries have brought wide attention to a less-known aspect
of them, their application to teenagers.

Although Zach wrote only a handful of entries about the Refuge program,
all posted before he arrived there in the Memphis suburbs on June 6, his
words have been forwarded on the Internet over and over, inspiring online
debates, news articles, sidewalk protests and an investigation into Love
in Action by the Tennessee Department of Children's Services in response
to a child abuse allegation. The investigation was dropped when the
allegation proved unfounded, a spokeswoman for the agency said.

To some, Zach, whose family name is not disclosed on his blog and has not
appeared in news accounts, is the embodiment of gay adolescent
vulnerability, pulled away from friends who accepted him by adults who do
not. To others he is a boy whose confused and formative sexual identity is
being exploited by gay political activists.

In his last blog entry before beginning the program, at 2:33 a.m. on June
4, Zach wrote, "I pray this blows over," adding that if his parents caught
him online he'd be in trouble. He described arguments he had been having
with his parents, his mother in particular. "I can't take this," his post
reads. "No one can. I'm not a suicidal person. I think it's stupid,
really. But I can't help it - no I'm not going to commit suicide - all I
can think about is killing my mother and myself. It's so horrible."

The Rev. John J. Smid, the executive director of Love in Action, declined
to discuss the details of Zach's experience, citing the program's
confidentiality rules. In an interview early this month at his
headquarters, a weathered 1960's A-frame building, which was until
recently a vacant Episcopal Church, Mr. Smid explained that teenage
participants in Refuge are forbidden to speak with anyone the program does
not approve of. Requests made through Mr. Smid to interview Zach's parents
were declined.

Founded in California in 1973, Love in Action moved to Memphis 11 years
ago. It is one of 120 programs nationwide listed by Exodus International,
which bills itself as the largest information and referral network for
what is known among fundamentalist Christians as the "ex-gay" movement. In
2003 Love in Action introduced the first structured program specifically
for teenagers, 24 of whom have participated, Mr. Smid said. The initial
two weeks costs $2,000, and many participants stay six weeks more, as Zach
has.

The goal of the program, said Mr. Smid, who said he was once gay but now
renounces homosexual behavior, is not necessarily to turn gays into
practicing heterosexuals, but to "put guardrails" on their sexual
impulses.

"In my life I've been out of homosexuality for over 20 years, and for me
it's really a nonissue," Mr. Smid said.

"I may see a man and say, he's handsome, he's attractive, and it might
touch a part of me that is different from someone else," he said. "But
it's really not an issue. Gosh, I've been married for 16 years and
faithful in my marriage in every respect. I mean I don't think I could
white-knuckle this ride for that long."

Mr. Smid first learned that one of his teenage participants was a cause
célèbre when protesters appeared outside his headquarters for several days
in early June, carrying signs saying, "This is child abuse" and "Jesus is
no excuse for hate."

He was bombarded by phone calls from reporters, he said, as well as by 100
e-mail messages a day from as far as Norway. Zach's writings, which
appeared on his page on www.MySpace.com, were publicized by one of his
online acquaintances, E. J. Friedman, a Memphis musician and writer, who
read Zach's May 29 blog entry, "The World Coming to an Abrupt - Stop."

Mr. Friedman, 35, was disturbed by what he read and fired off an instant
message. "I said: 'You should run away from home. There are people who
will help you,' " Mr. Friedman recalled. "He said: 'I can't do that. I
want to have my childhood. If this is what I have to go through to have
it, then I will.' "

Mr. Friedman posted an angry message about Zach's impending stay at Refuge
on his own blog. Mr. Friedman's friends picked up on the story and started
spreading it on blogs of their own. Soon a local filmmaker, Morgan Jon
Fox, who had met Zach through mutual acquaintances, joined with others to
start a group called Queer Action Coalition, which organized the protests
at Love in Action.

"We wanted to show support," said Mr. Fox, 26, who directed a fictional
film about gay teenagers in 2003, shot at White Station High School in
Memphis, where Zach is a student. "Then it kind of blew up."

Links to Zach's site bounced around the country. Mr. Friedman's Web page
had so much traffic, "it blew my bandwidth," he said. Mr. Smid, too, was
inundated with Internet traffic, much of it outraged at the attempts to
change Zach's sexual orientation.

"All of a sudden, 80,000 Internet hits later on our Web site, the world
has decided that he should be freed," Mr. Smid said. "Maybe he didn't ask
for this. Maybe he doesn't really have the personality that really is
going to be able to deal with this. And they talk about our 'abuse' of
him."

The program at Love in Action has parallels to 12-step recovery programs.
Participants, referred to as clients, study the Bible, meet with
counselors and keep a "moral inventory," a journal in which they detail
their struggle with same-sex temptation over the years, which they read at
emotionally raw group meetings, former clients say.

Excessive jewelry or stylish clothing from labels like Calvin Klein and
Tommy Hilfiger are forbidden, and so is watching television, listening to
secular music (even Bach) and reading unapproved books or magazines.

"It's like checking into prison," said Brandon Tidwell, 29, who completed
the adult program in 2002 but eventually rejected its teachings,
reconciling his Christian beliefs with being gay.

Physical contact among clients other than a handshake is forbidden, and so
is "campy" talk or behavior, according to program rules that Zach posted
on his blog before he began at Refuge. Occasionally, recalled Jeff
Harwood, 41, a Love in Action graduate who still considers himself gay,
some participants would mock the mandatory football games.

"You could get away with maybe one limp-wristed pass before another client
would catch you," he said, seated on a tattered sofa in a funky cafe
called Java Cabana in the trendy midtown district of Memphis.

Because teenagers, unlike adult clients, return home at night, parents are
asked to help keep them away from television and, more important, a
computer. Zach has not updated his blog since entering the program.

For Mr. Smid and his supporters, offering Love in Action to teenagers is
vital to combat what they see as a growing tolerance of homosexuality
among young people. "We just really believe that the resounding message
for teenagers in our culture is, practice whatever you want, have sex
however, whenever and with whoever you want," he said. "I very deeply
believe that is harmful. I think exploring sexuality can lay a teenager up
for numerous lifelong issues."

Critics of programs that seek to change sexual orientation say the
programs themselves can open a person to lifelong problems, including
guilt, shame and even suicidal impulses. The stakes are higher for
adolescents, who are already wrestling with deep questions of identity and
sexuality, mental-health experts say.

"Their identities are still in flux," said Dr. Jack Drescher, the chairman
of the committee on gay, lesbian and bisexual issues of the American
Psychiatric Association, which in 2000 formally rejected regimens like
reparative or conversion therapy as scientifically unproven. "One serious
risk for the parent to consider is that most of the people who undergo
these treatments don't change. That means that most people who go through
these experiences often come out feeling worse than when they went in."

Two weeks ago the Tennessee Department of Health sent a letter to Love in
Action, saying it was suspected of offering therapeutic services for which
it was not licensed, a department spokeswoman said. Mr. Smid insisted in
the interview that his program is a spiritual, not a counseling, center,
and he is removing references to therapy from its Web site.

He said he does not track his success rate. Mr. Harwood, who graduated
from the adult program in 1999, said that of 11 fellow former clients he
has kept track of, eight once again consider themselves gay.

Although critics say such programs threaten the adolescent psyche, at
least one teenager who considers himself a successful graduate does not
agree. "In my experience people who struggle with their sexuality are more
mature in general," Ben Marshall, 18, said. He recounted being in turmoil,
growing up gay in a conservative Christian household in Mobile, Ala.

In 2004 his parents sent him to Refuge. "I went to Memphis kicking and
screaming," he said. "I had grown to hate the church for the militant
message it gave off toward homosexuality."

While enrolled he spent days listening to stories of the pain that
homosexuality had caused clients and their families. Slowly, he said, his
attitude changed. He ended up choosing to continue in Love in Action's
adult program for nine months. While the program has a "high rate of
failure," he said "there are enough successes to know I'm not alone."

But even success comes only through continuing struggle. Although he plans
to date women in the future, Mr. Marshall said, he is avoiding any
romantic relationships for the time being. "In all honesty, I'm just
trying to figure out how to deal normally with men before I start to deal
with women," he said.

Zach's parents did not reply to a request for comment for this article
left on their answering machine. Last week his father, speaking to the
Christian Broadcasting Network, said: "We felt good about Zach coming
here. To let him see for himself the destructive lifestyle, what he has to
face in the future."

In Zach's case there is no indication he was particularly upset about his
sexual identity. Although his high school is in a Bible belt city, the
student body is fairly tolerant of homosexual classmates, some students
said, particularly those who, like Zach, are not conspicuous about their
orientation.

"Stereotype me, if you dare," was the motto Zach chose for his blog, where
he listed "Edward Scissorhands" and "Girl, Interrupted" as his favorite
movies and Brandon Flowers, the lead singer of the alternative rock band
the Killers, as the person he would most like to meet.

While Zach, as his blog recounted, only recently came out to his parents,
many of his friends had known he was gay for more than a year, one
classmate said. Zach openly identified himself as gay on his blog, which
links to 213 friends' blogs listed in a Friend Space box on the site.

Zach is due to leave the program next week. His June 4 message expressed
thanks for the more than 1,700 messages on his page, many voicing support.
"Don't worry," he wrote. "I'll get through this. They've promised me
things will get better, whether this program does anything or not. Let's
hope they're not lying."

* Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company

10.9.06

at the end of the day...

Wherever you are and whatever
broke-ass, make money money,
tired, hyper,
confused, focused,
stuck, revived,
lonely, kissed,
hungover, worshipful
or other state you're in,
and knowing that there are no guarantees in life,
know this one guarantee:
you are loved by the King
He gets it
and He is so good

see you at white spot.

(love, andrew chong)

argh.

apparently, that picture was already loaded a few days ago -- so, enjoy it again.

and this one too.

love.

WOW.

So hey...haven't been able to blog for a while -- but now we have THE INTERNET, so hopefully things will be running a little more smoothly.

here's some picture love -- don't think it's been here before. It's me, dee, ma, and mike, in olds, alberta, the night before dee left for africa and awesomeness.

ivcf looks like it'll be interesting this year -- troy taylor is fantastic to be working with (his wife kirsten is pretty fantastic also), and the exec teams is a group of very rad and real individuals. They camped out in my backyard last night, while I slept inside.

heh.

31.8.06

riddle me this.

new pic of dee -- sooo beautiful.

working @ boys and girls club is cool -- and so are five year olds.

example:

me -- (playing air hockey).

zoe -- (watching).

me -- (score a goal).

zoe -- hey! now you have five, same as me, i am five!



ahhhhhhhhhhh. kindergardeners are the best.


and then on the news tonight, George Bush was talking about the danger of Iran starting a weapons-based nuclear program...

and yet, Bush himself presidents the only country to have used nuclear weapons with the intention of harming other human beings...

interesting. at times, infuriating.

i had sushi and rice pudding for dinner.

30.8.06

here we go again.



I'm here!

in Lethbridge!

The moving thing isn't such a big deal -- besides, sleeping in "THE PINK ROOM OF WONDER" means that I get the luxury of a double bed, for just a bit longer. Although, to be honest, it's too short...I can stretch out head to toe. I have to angle across the bed -- so awkward.

Shelley -- wow, that was a ridiculous four months of not hanging out. I'm having a big ol' party @ thanksgiving -- consider yo'self invited.

All ye other blog readers, same thing goes -- thanksgiving weekend (oh, I'll be back in Richmond) will be a big ol' party -- so get ready.

I'm working today...just going through the Boys and Girls club staff manual. Wahoo. It's waaay further from my house than I thought -- we'll see how this job works out. It might not work out...but I think that's ok.

Hmm...there was a small wind storm last night -- with many more to come, it was an appropriate "WELCOME BACK".

28.8.06

team!

hey all.

so...i'm in golden. woot woot.

only one night and six hours 'til lethbridge -- but i may or not be able to move until friday...oh the challenges of roommaties and moveing about and all of that stuff...



Lord, give me strength.

For serious.

21.8.06

no jet planes, but still...

leaving.

next week.

monday.

aiieeeeee.

15.8.06

i'll pitch this putt.


Ben comes home from work.

"wanna go to pitch n' putt?"

"yes."

"really?"

"yep."

"ok, let's go."

So, me and my lil' bro headed into "the big citaay", to play a little 18-hole pitchn'putt @ stanley park.

We played 9 holes with issac and anna (strangers, but nice ones, who asked us if we wanted to team up), and then we quit because we were SO HUNGRY.

We headed to commercial, in the mood for some kind of ethnic food. We found a small, but wonderful, El Salvadoran restaurant -- Mmmm...Pollo Asado. What's up.

Then it was on to Belgian Fries for a deep-fried mars bar (me) and poutine (ben). I will never have another deep fried mars bar. Ever. *shudders*.

Anyway...there ya go. Melinda and Ben have an adventure.

we're home alone together this week -- there's an open invitation for dinner guests, sleepovers, monopoly tournaments, guest chefs, rock n' roll, jazz jams...lots of fun.

FUN TIMES.

I, personally, am looking for someone to help me transfer all my files from our desktop back to my laptop -- aiiieeeee. That's a long, slow process with no network, friends.

10.8.06

hey! hey! hey!!

EFFECTIVE DAY...

I got pedals that 1) fit my bike, 2) accomodate clips, and 3) were $8 less than the ones I bought before.

WOOHOoO!!

Rad Pink Helmet!

Newly Installed PEdals!!!

Does it get any better than this?

new habits part 2.

*SIGHS*

The new pedals don't fit my bike guys. It's like fitting a sqare peg in a round hole, except it's a round peg, and it's just not gonna fit.

This means, a super FUN trip back to the bike shop, with an existing pedal in hand, to ask them what I should do. *sighs*

Good thing I have a rad pink helmet.

9.8.06

new habits.


EFFECTIVE DAY no.1!!

bike helmet!
bike light!
bike pedals!

IKEA poster returned!

physio'd!

timesheets fax'd!


still to be done...!!

transcripts ordered
call favourite bike mechanic
renew library videos
return rental movies
call jo.

5.8.06

degrees.

did you know that sprains are classified as first, second, or third degree? also, as mild, moderate, and severe.
at physio today, I was reflecting on how this newest injury (knee and ankle) really has changed the shape of my life, at least for the summer. Peter agreed -- how life can change in an instant...really makles you appreciate your health.

compy isslow, so that's the end of the blog.

peacelovetrees.

2.8.06

e.e. cummings




i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

29.7.06

almost august --


almost time to move back to lethbridge!

aaaaaaaaaaaah...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

not sure how i feel about that. good. but i'll miss this coastal land.

what else?

i was @ physio this morning, with peter, who moved to west germany from east germany in 1958 (with his parents). if they hadn't moved, he would've been in east germany until 1989 -- 29 years after his family moved to canada. we were talking about how the decisions your parents make have such huge implications for your own life.

for instance...i could've been a prairie girl my whole life, living in a small town, 200 friends and nosy neighbours...but my parents moved out here when i was six. what would my life have been like? what is it like now? what is life?

bah.

happy..july 29.

26.7.06

new day.

I woke up this morning.
TOo hot.
Too allergic.
Too frustrated.
Too still.

Thus, I am going to the beach.

YAY coastal living!

25.7.06

not so intimate.

MAN.

I AM SO FRUSTRATED.

AND ANGRY.

AND FEELING HURT.

and trusting God. slowly. moment by moment. inbetween FREAKING OUT about WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE!?

I went to physio today. That was cool. Peter is fixing up my ankle and, more importantly, my left knee. It's a little out of sorts, what with having been sprained at all. So physio was fun. I'll go again on Thursday and Saturday.

I had a new job @ a london drugs call center, but it fell through, so I am again unemployed. The good thing about the tempagency is that Jenna is finding jobs for me -- I might go in and retest for my office skills, because I was nervous and definitely sucked at the windows test.

*sighs*.

Had a good, good hangoutwalkchat with amanda last night, but definitely brought up some feelings and memories and awkwardness that I hadn't expected to share. Those are all hanging out just below the surface of my skin.

I think I need to spend some serious time with Mikael because I miss her and love her and she's such a constant "I have not, will not, never fear, reject you" in my life. I guess that's what best mates are for. Unconditional. Even when I am lame at keeping in touch.

Anyway.

Here's a picture/art from Amanda's computer.

24.7.06

anxiety hinders search for true romantic love.

I read an article in the Richmond News today -- something I rarely do, because it's mostly a crappy paper, but this one was interesting.

Dr. Terry Estrin was writing about people my age who want to be married, and how we shouldn't stress about it!

Here are his tips:
- expect emotional discomfort.
- relax.
- take chances.
- be selective.
- consider your own needs.
- trust your instincts.

He expanded on all those things, but I'll let you find all that out for yourselves.

WOODSONG...was great. Really good time with good friends, for whom I am very thankful. Rosie Thomas made me cry, and the imr boys are in good form, sounding and looking and putting out good vibes better than ever.

[images to come. uploading is taking too long. grr dialup].

22.7.06

woodsong.

it's 11.48pm.

the alarms will go @ 4.00am, to start our day, our roadtrip...nay, our epic adventure to...woodsong!



imr is playing on saturday night, along with rosie thomas!!

i'm pretty amazed and frustrated that i'm still awake -- but it's been that kind of week. the knee/ankle sprains aren't really much better, which is maybe what i should have (but didn't) expected. anyway...

i went into work today (pavilion) to say goodbye -- it was a fond farewell, with many reassurances of how welcome i am to come back...and how much i plan on doing so.

random post, lame post? lame me...lamed...can't walk...get it?

ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

bed time.

america -- prepared to be roadtripped.

19.7.06

new day.


I bought "the places you have come to fear the most" by dashboard the other day. On Monday, I believe.

Wow.

Great album.

Glad to report that the emotional impact it once had is gone, although I still enjoy it. Glad because...that was way too intense.

In other news, I got a new job -- I'm catapulting into the wacky world of office work. I think that "Office Space" and "the office" will take on WHOLE NEW MEANINGS.

What else? HMmm...My left ankle and knee are both still sprained...I'll be icing them soon...and then abusing them when I go up to Keats tomorrow. Aiiiee. Maybe Theo will be my chauffeur.

16.7.06

wow.

back from camp 2.

here's what i brought home:

3 aweful dolls (1 original, 2 tortoises).
1 torn knee ligament.
1 sprained ankle.
1 cold.
1 sunburn.
1 heartful of new friends...straight outta the blue and into my life.
2 new (well, my first 2) voice students. yeeeah!

a whole bunch of insight.
humility.
understanding.
a renewed hope in the possibilities of camp ministry.
an excitement for my future -- to be a dangerous dreamer; one who dreams in the daylight, and can see dreams become reality with open eyes.

a year of plans with campers, staff friends, and alberta girls.

woot woot.


[and also, a word of reminding for all us bloggers -- just because someone doesn't comment, doesn't mean that he or she doesn't read your blog. so be discerning in what you write -- it may be private when you type it, but once its on the web, it's open to interpretation and reading by anyone...that's how misunderstandings occur.

and when you're already awkward (like me), increasing awkwardness or awkwardness potentiality via the internet is a BAD idea.
]
:)

blog on.

3.7.06

Krysta Lowe and Amanda Dorst come to town.

actually, it's more like "Melinda Appenheimer comes to Krysta Lowe's house and posts a blog".

here's a picture...



and Krysta's website...

2.7.06

done.

goals have been accomplished today, friends.

i biked home from work.

that is, i rode my bike from the stanley park dining pavilion to my home in richmond, bc.

my chain fell off once when i tried to change gears to an impossible gear -- but we survived that.

vancouver is a mountain city -- my bike and i are mountain riders.

SO HARDCORE!

30.6.06

happy birthday lovers and friends.




hey.

it's canada day tomorrow.

happy day.

i'll be biking to work.

yep.

and then i'll watch KING KONG in andrew chong's backyard.

i'm looking forward to the day.

and 200 sandwiches. maybe more. 18 salads. 76 naninmo bars, 52 day squares. 24 yogourts. lots of yelling and laughter.

happy canada day.

note of interest.

my posts are recorded in alberta time.

oh, i almost forgot...

at work, we get vegetables from bc hothouses.
they say "hydroponically grown" on the labels.

haha.

no kidding.

28.6.06

the end of tuesday.



i rode my bike.

i got a maaaaaad sunburn. (my skin hates me).

i recorded with andrew and andrew. my harmonies were a little bit wack.

i recorded with zoe and adam. pouring out my soul.

i had the best bubble tea in vancouver, and chinese food that was a rip-off, but so grand.

i wore the wrong shoes.

i figured out why i'm tongue-tied. zoe is wise.

the shoes are outfit shoes, for standing or sitting, not for walking.

seriously.

good day.

27.6.06

lazy tuesday.


last night (monday) i did some on-the-spot recording with chonger, andy and t.hags. i just went to pick up cd's for ben, and they needed some girl vocals -- pretty much, rad.

me.

today...oi. i have errands, and i want to ride my bike, and it's pissing hot out -- i was gonna do pilates too, but i dunno if that'll happen or not. also, i'm record with zoe and adam at 2pm because he scheduled another session in the am.

aiiya, is life hard, or what.