slight updates

Ok, so I know it sounds kinda strange aaand not like me, but I've been trying to read a classic piece of literature once every...well, once every once in a while. And by classic I don't actually have any harsh specifications...just stuff I've heard referenced in conversations/movies/anywhere that sparks my interest. A while ago I read The Once and Future King. And it was actually really good. I've been reading tons of C.S. Lewis Fiction and now that I've pretty much exhausted that I'm turning to one of his and Tolkiens favs, George MacDonald. The only reason that i mention all this (besides showing off how highly educated i am, haha! <-ok, no seriously; longish side note: if I get interested in something I spend WAY more time researching it than if I ever would if I were to write a 15 page paper on it. One day when I had some free time because my work shift had been, well, shifted, I spent three hours at the public library reading about tea. University is just a bluff really, real education happens when you are procrastinating from doing the forced education...)...(and now I've forgotten how this sentence began...oh yes) is because I had to translate a passage of Herodotus for my Greek homework (ick), which of course led me to the internet for some legitamite translation I might use as a reference to what the heck was going on. And, voila! I found a site that has many classic works (both old and new) online for your reading pleasure. Amazing! I've been looking for this kind of site for ages! Maybe it's just me, but every once in a while I get curious about a certain piece of work that I've heard about all my life, but never even heard the plot for. And I'm either forced to forget about it because there are no copies at the library or else I am forced to wait for months before I can get a copy from said library. But now, I can just pop on here and see if I can find a sample of the work to find out if it's worth all the trouble of getting a copy. Heck, if I'm feeling lazy enough I can just read the whole thing on computer (I just mentally threw up at the thought of reading all of The Once and Future King on a computer screen...). Maybe if I had known about this site this morning I wouldn't have put The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam on hold (I've been curious about it ever since watching The Music Man as a kid, lol! Oh, and watching Rocky and Bullwinkle of course!). So there you have it, I've added the site on my list'o'sites on the right side here -> along with a blog that my cousin introduced me to.
I'll let you know how it goes with the Persian poetry...

I like Bowie songs...Labyrinth was good too...

Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
we know Major Tom's a junky
Strung out in heaven's heights
hitting an all time low...

You know, the more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that I should have gone into the arts. It's possible that I may be called to missions, but I'm pretty sure there's more than that. I'm also fairly convinced that arts matter much much more than anyone really imagines. Living in itself is a type of art, or at least it has an art to it. I'm also fairly convinced that most people I've met haven't a clue what living really is. So it's quite lovely to be able to talk to someone who has a talent for living, as I've had the chance to do recently. It's just astonishing that I haven't met very many of those people, ever. And the more shocking thing is that most of those people I do meet are not Christian's yet. But I think that when they do meet God they will know a good deal more about Him than most people who go to church.
It's very gratifying being able to write stuff here again because I'm fairly convinced that nobody reads it anymore. It saves a lot of time overexplaining myself. So let's assume I'm the only one who'll ever read this ever again. Ready?
Hello future self! I made and omlette today. And I'm going to make a pie for Amy. Go out and record that song now! Yes now! Providing it's done of course. No? Well then write to Steve and finish it! Honestly!

My apologies to anyone who actually does read this. I just figured out how to sign in again (I forgot) and I'm procrastinating from doing my homework.

I'm Coming Back To Your Unfailing Love...

"Did you know that you're called to missions? I've been praying over you and that's what God told me."
-Ben Vroon, St. James Anglican

Thank you God. Thank you! You know I've always wanted to be free to trust you for everything. You know I've always been jealous of Amy for having prophetic words spoken about her, and never about me. You know that I've been contemplating whether I might be called to missions. You know that I needed that confirmation to remind me of who I am. Thank you for making me who I am. I like me: you've been so faithful with your promise to transform me. Now I think I understand.

"The Spirit of the Lord will come upon you in power, and you will prophesy with them; and you will be changed into a different person. Once these signs are fulfilled, do whatever your hand finds to do, for God is with you."
-1 Samuel 10:6-8

Uh...Left?

So...in the spirit of asking questions I thought I'd take some of my own medicine. I got this off of Annika's Blog:

You.
Can.
Only.
Type.
One.
Word.
Not as easy as you might think... first thought!
1. Where is your cell phone?
Cool
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend?
Pff.
3. Your hair?
Long
4. Your mother?
Broken
5. Your father?
Dreams
6. Your favorite item?
Lots
7. Your dream last night?
Trapped
8. Your favorite drink?
Culture
9. Your dream car?
Not
10. The room you are in?
Photo
12. Your fear?
You
13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
Free
14. Who did you hang out with last night?
Panama
15. What you're not?
Finished
16. Muffins?
Poppy
17 One of your wish list items?
Time
18 Time?
Broken
20. What are you wearing?
Style
22. Your favorite book?
Childhood
23. The last thing you ate?
Munchie
24. Your life?
railroad
25. Your mood?
Present
26. Your friends?
Sea
27. What are you thinking about right now?
Left
28. What are you doing at the moment?
Visa
29. Your summer?
Yes!
30. Your relationship status?
Paranoid
31. What is on your tv?
Black
32. When is the last time you laughed?
Moments
33. Last time you cried?
Musn’t
34. School?
Tuesday

Hmm. Interesting. I'm not really good at coming up with stuff on the spot. I usually I come up with a bunch of things and then I have to narrow it down to one. A lot of those things link in together. I'm sure they'd make more sense if I told you what I've been up to lately. But that would take all the fun out of it!

Hotseat!

So I was playing hotseat with Annika the other day (You were right, whoever you were. I do talk about Annika a lot in my blog...). Then I started coming up with random questions like crazy throughout the week. I can't stop! Ahhhh!
Enjoy!

If you went a year without speaking, what would your first word be?
If you could ask the stars anything, what would it be?
If you were to personify justice, wisdom, beauty, love, truth, etc, which of your friends would be each?
What was the last question you asked yourself?
What’s your favorite memory that’s never happened (dream or otherwise…)?
What do your eyes say about you?
If you could watch any historical figure thinking for 5 minutes, who would it be?
What do you think people assume about you that isn’t true?
What is the most insightful thing you can say about me based on the questions I ask?
What food does purple make you think of? (And there I go. Rambling off. I gotta stop blogging while I'm hungry...)

The Brush of History

"I saw the sun fall into the sea,
break the water and give birth to life"

I've had these two lines running through my head over and over again this week. I don't know why. Every time I try to make a poem out of them they build a house in my mind that is only big enough for the two of them. That's the way most of my thoughts have been lately...like they're someone else’s secrets that I have to keep to myself. Like Icarus’ wings. If they leave my mind they will melt and be worthless.

I feel like I've just entered a new season of my life. One that is so full of God's mysteries that I can't begin to know where to begin. I'm glad all these profound thoughts are back. I was beginning to think they didn't love me.

"The past is not truth. It is, after all, a new day."
-Something I thought of in a conversation with Dan

If you have a chance, do something that makes you feel history's brush sweep over you. Read scripture out loud on a Sunday afternoon. Listen to a Gregorian chant after you’ve first woken up and the birds have just begun to sing. Lie down in your backyard at midnight and stare into the infinity of space. And love people till you can’t stand the thought of fear.

"'Liking is very plesent and very cheap. Love is as rare as a star.'
'I thought stars were anything but rare, uncle.'
'That's because you never went out to find one for yourself...'"
-Uncle Cornelius, His Story (George MacDonald)

Social Constraints

Ok, so from the number of random comments on the last post I can tell that it's definately time for a new one.
Thanks for those comments, they were hilarious!

Have you ever noticed how many social constraints you make up for yourself? I'm not even talking about advice that you hear that you decide to conform to. I'm talking about ideas that you've formed about the world and decide to let control the way you behave. I have a theory about humanity that we behave in a way that we believe we are expected to behave. We conform to our perception of who people label us as.
I was working the other day (and when I say working I mean waiting around for people to come into the store so that I could relieve my boredom) when a lady walked in with her baby in a stroller. The lady went off to find a few items while I watched her baby and waited at the counter. Now, I'm sure you've all seen babies before. They stare at you. Well, unless they start crying because they think you're scary. But this baby was just looking at me. Not leaning forward to get anything from me or moving around or anything. Just sitting and watching. And my first instinct was to look away because I feel like people will close themselves off if I impose myself upon them even the smallest bit. But then I realized...this baby doesn't care about social norms. It's the one looking at me and it's ok. So I decided to enter into her world of seeing. I looked back at her. And we just stayed there for minutes sharing a moment together. It was heavenly. She was a beautiful beautiful girl and very open, if you know what I mean. I love looking at people's faces because they are so intricate and powerful. I tried to explain the girls in my D.G. what I experience when I look at something I consider art by saying it is: "travelling down the path of movement of an image and soaking up all the emotion that comes from the story behind the colours" Longwinded I know. But that's what people's faces are to me. This little girl gave me the most precious gift anyone can give. The trust to be known and to reach out.

I wonder if the mother knows how precious that little girl is. I wish I'd found out her name...