Just because it's been a while.

I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognize it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. What Poetry Form Are You?

Well, most of the stuff I've written is blank verse, or free verse, or some combination of the two. Not that it's that good or anything, or that I'll be subjecting you to any of it.

Grate Expectations

All the shopping I've been doing for my apartment has been very exciting. I'm getting all sorts of wonderful things, most of which are for my kitchen. (Well, not "my" kitchen, I will have a roommate.)

The hardest part of it all has been determining what I really need and what can wait. Example: I need a deep-dish pie plate, the 8 quart pot I want can wait. If you really think about it, I could probably get by with much less. I could probably manage with just a microwave, that's all I had last year and I made it through just fine. But I'm a girl. And I like to cook. So there.

The most exciting things I've gotten by far have been my canister set, my food/rice steamer, and my Rubbermaid Fold-Away(tm)grater, which is just totally awesome...I mean, it folds! How cool is that?

I don't really have that much left on my list of things I need. I still need a set of pans, a desk and chair, a dresser, a bookcase, a barstool...Ok, so maybe I need a bit more than I thought, but I've got a while before moving in, so I'm good, really.

Question:

Is there such a thing as a dishonest mistake?

Grin and bear it.

I had a dental appointment this week where they "found" a pit in the side of one of my molars that I've had since as long as I can remember. It's not a cavity, it's just the way my tooth formed. Like I said, it's always been there, but now my dentist has decided to do something about it. They couldn't have fixed any other time, no, they had to wait until scheduling was tight for me (as I'll only be in town another week).

I have a feeling it's just because this time I had a new hygenist, who turned out to be one of the best I've ever had. She wasn't the first new person to ever work on my teeth. From moving and insurance changes, I have had so many dentists in my life I can't even number them. There have been at least 4 since I've lived in Virginia (and three of them are all at the same office). It's not the dentist that bothers me though, it's the hygenists. They cause the most damage. They're the ones that are in charge of the actual polishing. I hate that thing; the polisher thing that they put that toothgrit on. Give me the drill any day, that I don't mind, but the polisher...ugh.

I know, it's weird. But this comes from the same person who doesn't mind needles but hates getting prepped for the shot.

In other recent events, I've been copying down all of my favorite recipes and ran across a few of Grandma's "specialties." You gotta love a recipe that calls for a whole jar of Cheese Whiz.

Ok, I'm rather proud of this one.

Chinese Restaurant Menu: "Williamsburg's Famouse All-You-Can-Eat Buffet"

My mom: You would think the printers would have caught that.

Me: Maybe their Engrish isn't too great either.

Well, that's one thing done.

I got my hair cut today. I only took off seven inches, so it's still not what most people would consider short, but it's enough of a change for me. My hair had gotten long enough that it was past my waistline, long enough that my hairdresser had to have me stand so she could reach to cut, long enough that I could say it was only seven inches.

But this isn't about hair (or haircuts), it's that I actually did something. I have been pretty non-productive since I've been home which, in a way, is wonderful. But I have done more these past three days--since my mom has been home--than I've done the entire month I've been here. I can't get away with being lazy, which is good.

I've noticed that I have the bad habit of taking on too many things at once. Actually, I don't take on multiple things at the same time...I start one thing and then, before I finish, I start another, and another, and another....so nothing ever really gets done (kind of like this sentence). Take books for example, right now I am reading four different books. (I have a feeling that the number is actually higher but there are some books that I haven't touched in such a long time that I've forgotten I was reading them.) Crafts too: I've got two scarves, a sampler, and a set of lamps that I'm working on. I have lists and lists of lists of things that are "in progress" so when I manage to finish something it's a pleasant surprise.

I have started change things. I set three of the four books aside to concentrate on one (Sinclair Lewis' Babbitt). I'm working on one scarf. I'm getting myself to focus on one thing at a time. I have a problem with finishing things, but I'm working on it.

Una mezcla:

Thy words were found and I ate them, and Thy words became for me a joy and the delight of my heart; for I have been called by Thy name, O Lord God of hosts.
--Jeremiah 15:16


He who will not command his thoughts will soon lose command of his actions.
--Woodrow Wilson


"You need a Sugar-Daddy to keep you in the life to which you are accustomed."
--My dad

To kill a rat...

No, I haven't fallen off the edge of the world.

The other recent drama at my house (outside of my brother's marriage) has been our rat, Solu. Ok, technically she is my mom's rat...but still...She had this tumor on her stomach for a couple of months and this past week it reached the point where it doubled her size. The best thing for it is to put her (and my mom) out of her misery so it's been a lot like Throw Mama from the Train around here. My mom even tried to give her an overdose of codene (we just happened to have some lying around) but she wouldn't down any more than would give her a buzz. Somebody suggested sticking her in the freezer, but the idea was dismissed because it would take to long and was downright cold.

It's a sad, sad thing when you get to the point where you are hoping to find a pet dead...

My dad took care of things yesterday.

This is the second time we've wished for one of our pets to die (the other was a hamster that was a good 5 or 6 years old). I think there is something wrong with my family.

Casualties of War

It seems that my brother's wife has had some sort of a breakdown. They've been married for just over a year now and much of that time has been spent apart. Him being in Iraq has pushed her just a little too far. From what he tells us, she has told her father that she is moving to Richmond (from Louisiana) to go to school, that his whole life is a lie--he isn't really a pilot and he really isn't in Iraq and has been having an affair.

So now we are worried about her because she needs counseling. My brother is having to go through another crumbling marriage...the difference being now he knows that God is the only one who can hold the pieces together.

Anyway, my brother isn't scheduled to be back until July or October and chances are he can't get emergency leave for this. Needless to say, they can use all the prayer they can get.

Today's Quote

Edgar Hewett writing on archaeological finds in his book Ancient Andean Life:

Fragments of pottery, basketry, fabrics, wearing apparel, bits of modeling, faded touches of color, record the age-long striving after perfection. Shattered temples, shrines, sanctuaries, holy places, reveal the yearning of the human spirit to find, to unite with, the Divine. By way of ritual, rhythm, song, and symbol, man approaches the deific presence.

And from the beverage world...

So I've mentioned before that I like Cheerwine. I must have a thing for weird beverages because my favorite brand has to be Jones Soda. They have some really awesome flavors, and the best cream soda I've ever had...

One of the cool things about the brand is they use random pictures on their labels. And they have fun sayings under the cap. This weekend's Green Apple soda came with this advice:

Get excited over nothing.

Indeed I shall.

...

I think today was the first time I've ever had a problem with something my pastor has said in service.

I actually agree with what he said: that most people who claim to be anti-war are really just anti-Bush; that we are called to pray for our leaders whether we agree with them or not. I share the same opinion as he does on the war, the president, our armed forces...I'm proudly patriotic. I just feel he could have found a more appropriate forum for expression than from behind the pulpit.

Call me crazy, but when I go to church it's to hear the Word, not a patriotic pep talk.

Up to Something

Just what have I been up to the past week and a half? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And it is wonderful. I've watched a few movies. Secondhand Lions was pretty good. Last night I watched the 1967 classic The X from Outer Space about a giant, radioactive space-chicken named Guilala that is feeding off Japan's power supplies and can only be stopped using Guilanium. This movie has got to be next in line for the Mystery Science Theater series; definitely a so-bad-it's-good movie that leaves you with aching abdominals. I think the best part about it is the thought that it wasn't made to be funny. (And in searching for a site on the movie, I found quite a bit of paraphernalia. I can't decide which is cooler: the spaceship or the poster.)

I've been helping my mom some with her work. Filed some papers for her, I'm getting better and better at deciphering her students' writing. I'm finally able to read on a 1st grade level, and darn proud of it. I've baked some for a couple of activities they've had at her school. I even helped her tie-dye shirts for all her students (for Field Day), which was a mess. That dye gets everywhere and -- while a good scrubbing managed to get it off my hands, arms, and ankles -- it has done a smashing job at staining my fingernails. It wouldn't be so bad if they were all the same color, right now they are an assortment of purple, green, blue, and red...

In other excitement, my order from NavPress finally came in. So now I have my Topical Memory System and have been working on that. 60 verses by September? I can do that. I think. I also ordered some studies by Fran Sciacca. I've started To Serve with all Your Strength and predict that more will be said on that when I've gone further in the study.

Yes, this post has been a rambling of what I have/haven't been doing, but I'm allowed to ramble...it's in my template. I do, surprisingly, have plans for today. Every time I come home I have to re-organize the pantry. So that's what I'll be doing. Cleaning. All.day.

Yip-ta-hootie.

Si tuviera un millon de dolares...

When we learned the conditional tense in Spanish, one of the things my teacher used to get us in the right mindset was this song called "If I had a Million Dollars," which we then proceeded to translate into Spanish. (Yes, I had an awesome teacher.)

It is funny that we think about what we would do if we suddenly had a good deal of money. Especially since few people consider the opposite, and think about what to do if we lost a good deal of money....

Ok, I'm done with my serious bit. What I'm really writing about is cars.

Everybody in my family has their eye on a certain vehicle. My dad has been in love with the Audi A6, my mom has been on a Harley kick for a while...I, however have been a little more "practical."

I've fallen in love with Subaru, particularly the Forester. I've noticed, however, that Newport News is not really a hotbed of Subaru activity. There are lots of them in Blacksburg...I think I'm going through withdrawl. I mean, I don't even know if there's a Subaru dealer around here, let alone where it may be. Not that I'd be getting one anytime soon.

Sometimes I feel like I haven't really learned anything, I've just been memorizing the right answers.

Filing things away

I've gotten a start on cleaning and organizing and was going through some old schoolwork when I happened upon my old English papers. I found this in one of my papers:

I believe that the works that I hold closest to me are those that frightened and disturbed me: those that snuck into the far corners of my mind and started to pick away until the whole of my thought caved in to a mountain of self study and assorted psychological ponderings. Each one, at least initially, scared me because of how much of myself I found in the pages.

At this time I was writing about Chekhov's The Cherry Orchard, Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and Shakespeare's King Lear, but I've come to notice more and more how very true that is-- not only with literature, but movies and music as well. Maybe it's that they manage to put into words what I have been longing to, maybe it's that they can break through the layers that I can pile on, maybe I just like the challenge of facing them.

of cabbages and kings

And for more randomness: this site gives you a random poem each time you click.

My first try gave me "The Walrus and The Carpenter." Calloo-callay.

Link via TSO.

Quick update.

I came down with a bad case of finals the past couple of weeks.
I'm feeling much better now, so posting will resume once I'm fully recuperated.

In other news, I got accepted to the internship I applied for. I'll be working at Frederick Douglass Christian School in Chester, PA, the same place I was over break. Now the fundraising begins, I'm going to need at least $600.

Well lookee here:

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So how many Nav guys does it take to deconstruct a wooden loft?
Three, and considering they only had two wrenches and a hammer to work with, they did an amazing job. Of course, now the room looks completely different. I don't have my little alcove anymore and all of my posters are down...sigh.

It's ok, this is just the next step in moving out. I only have to live like this for nine more days and then home again, home again, jiggity-jig. Home to my kitchen, my puppy-dog, my library... I have big plans. (Although, hopefully, I'll only be home for a little over a month.) Gardening, organizing...and, of course, glorious nothingness...

ATTN: Listeners

The following program is not to be listened to.

It was a cattle ship so I disguised myself as a steer and rode in steerage.

I have a new favorite radio show.
Too bad they stopped recording in 1960. I'll just have to get along on reruns.

The Crave Factor(TM)

Woohoo! I had my final lab practical in Wildlife Field Biology today. Salamanders are evil. Cara is awesome (thanks so much for the last minute cram session). Anyway, I did way better than I expected (God is good like that) and managed to find myself some Cheerwine in celebration.

I even did well on the birdcalls. This is only because I actually got a chance to review them yesterday during APEX rehearsal. Why was I practicing birdcalls at praise band rehearsal? How much could they possibly have in common? A lot, actually. Or at least the way we play things. This weekend, instead of the night of worship (where we rock) that APEX is usually responsible for, we'll be leading Sunday services for a change. At nlcf there is usually a "special song" during offering time, this week we are doing Tom Petty's "Learning to Fly" mixed with some of SNL's "cowbell" skit and--you guessed it--birdcalls. This should be all sorts of fun.

I'm really going to miss being in the band next year. While I haven't decided for certain, I don't think I'll be rejoining them next semester. I think I'll be finding another church to attend and, therefore, will need to step down from the team.

nlcf is a good ministry, they are certainly passionate, compassionate, and eager to see campus reached for God's glory...Their ministry style is just not what I'm craving.

Sometimes, in striving to keep things fresh and new, we become so focused doing things differently that we avoid anything resembling tradition at all costs. We are terrified to do things the way they've been done before. Sometimes, in trying to be different and interesting, we push things so far that we push away from their meaning, we shuffle things around and rearrange so much that we forget what the original picture looked like and why we wanted to look at it in the first place.

Easter Sunday was an interesting experience. Instead of a sermon, there were various testimonies interspersed with "mini-talks" each on a different theme. In the midst of it all there was "theme communion." There were different communion tables set up, each one corresponding to a different theme: Old to New, Despair to Hope, Sorrow to Joy, Sin to Forgiveness, and the like. We were encouraged to go to whichever table most resembled what God's grace means to us.

When did we start using themes in worship? Isn't praising the Almighty focus enough?
Why does every sermon need a catchy title? Isn't the Word catchy enough?
We are called to be do-ers, not designers.

I don't mean that themes can't help to focus or unify. They can work wonderfully. It is, however, incredibly easy to go too far. My (future) roommate and I want to have rubber duckies in our bathroom, which is going to be fun. But go too far, with ducky shower curtain, ducky towels, ducky bathmat, ducky soap dispenser, ducky toothbrush holder, ducky toilet cover, ducky light switch--and all the other ducky stuff they sell--and I'm going to have to borrow somebody's shotgun and get to huntin' me some ducks.

What if we were to go back to some of those traditional things we've been running away from? Or what if we were to ditch the cutesy and get back to the heart of it all? What if we were to turn away from the fluff and finesse and seek instead plain, beautiful honesty? We demand nothing less than Truth, what if we refuse to accept anything more?

Grass can sure start a nice blaze, but it's the solid wood that is going to keep the fire burning.

Intermission

I know, I've been slacking all month. Final stretch of the semester is here so it's not going to be getting any better. Oh the guilt. Things may be on hold for a while. But I've at least provided some good music (not that mood stuff that my dentist plays).

Friends say the darndest things.

"Hangin' out with the puddle."

Just call me Erika's stalker.

He didn't say it would be easy, He just said it would be worth it.

There's the type that have something to say
and the type that have to say something.

Forbid I should forget.

It's the Bard's birthday. I can't believe I almost missed it (although, his exact birthday isn't known for certain so I probably could have gotten away with it). So the closing lines from my favorite of his plays:

The weight of this sad time we must obey,
Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say,
The oldest have borne most, We that are young
Shall never see so much, nor live so long.

-William Shakespeare; The History of King Lear

and the livin' is easy

Summer tastes like lemonade and strawberries;
smells like fresh-cut grass and the desert after a thunderstorm....

Only 2 more months until it's officially here.

For now, I've got a softball game to get to.

UPDATE: We won this game, too, 9-8. Go NAVs!

Since it's still April and Keats is my favorite:

Give me a golden pen, and let me lean
On heap'd-up flowers, in regions clear, and far;
Bring me a tablet whiter than a star,
Or hand of hymning angel, when 'tis seen
The silver strings of heavenly harp atween:
And let there glide by many a pearly car,
Pink robes, and wavy hair, and diamond jar,
And half-discover'd wings, and glances keen.
The while let music wander round my ears,
And as it reaches each delicious ending,
Let me write down a line of glorious tone,
And full of many wonders of the spheres:
For what a height my spirit is contending!
'Tis not content so soon to be alone.

-John Keats, On leaving some Friends at an Early Hour

I blame my parents.

I got my Plant Taxonomy test back today. I got a C. Not cool. I am disappointed in me. Despite it being a difficult test in a difficult class, I know that I did not study nearly as much as I could have and--had I studied more--I know I could have done better. It's not a big deal, when all is said and done it is just a test. It does bother me though. The fact is, I know I am not a C student, I never have been. I didn't put forth my best effort and I know that.

Why, oh why, did my parents have to raise me well? Why couldn't they just let the T.V. raise me like some parents do? I've watched the coming generations and they aren't all bad. Sure they've got a few quirks, but I'm sure those will all work themselves out...

Why did they have to support me, instill morals, and train me up in the way I should go? Really. Just think of all the stress that would just disappear if I just didn't care about grades, or class, or people. It's their fault I sat through Calculus today rather than going out and enjoying the beautiful sunshine.

um...ow?

I re-learned today the difference between "athletic" and "outdoorsy." And that you can be any combination of the two, or neither at all. I'm definitely more of the "outdoorsy" persuasion.

And roller-blading? Apparently not my thing at all. I used to figure skate so I didn't think it would be that different...oh so very wrong.

Roller-blading followed by swimming, followed by Charleston lessons, these added to the hikes of Friday and Saturday.

I'm going to go watch The Great Race (a classic) now, and maybe do some cross-stitch.

I waltz just enough to comply with tradition,
then I sneak off to more rewarding activities. BRANDY!!

--Prince Hapnik, The Great Race

Play Ball

Navigator's Co-Rec Softball came away with a 5-4 victory tonight.

I haven't played in so long...but it was great. I got to play right field (my old home) and then second. I've never played base before, I've never played infield before. Years ago I played in a community league. It was quite different tonight, playing with friends, knowing that it was all for fun, competition at a low.

Then, of course, we had to celebrate with ice cream at Deet's.

Now that the weight of my project is gone, the rest of this semester is going to be cake and I can go back to the spontaneity that I love without the guilt.

I know, I need to get back to things that are more than just an update on my daily life and I will, eventually...

For now, I've got some reading to catch up on now that I actually have the time.

Not that I need an excuse,

but it is still National Poetry Month; this one from Billy Collins:

Introduction to Poetry

I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide

or press an ear against its hive.

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

I want them to water-ski
across the surface of the poem
waving at the author's name on the shore.

But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.

They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.

Comfort and Joy!!

Yay! My Wildlife Field Biology project is finally done! This is what has had me so tied up all week and weekend (hence why I didn't post anything for Easter...). But it is finished.

This means:

1) I never have to think about flight initiation in robins again.
2) I can post.
3) I actually get to go to bed now and manage a good 3 hours of sleep.

...and all was well...

My life wouldn't be the same

without my parents. Actually it wouldn't be at all.

Today was my parent's twenty-second anniversary. Their love has been one of the few constants in my life, one of the few things I could ever cling to. They are absolutely amazing. Never have I seen them argue with each other (with my brother and I, definitely). Truly a model, truly inspiring--flaws and all.

I want to tell you a story, but I've no idea where to begin, or even what it should be about. I could tell you of how I miss my dog, of family traditions, or even quote passages of essays I once wrote. I suppose I could pick any topic and pour myself into is, reaching into the very corners of thought in search of some revelation, clarification, inspiration. I would much rather write with no purpose, no structure, no goal; just put pen to paper, fingers to keys, and see what happens to emerge. Even seeing words before me I can feel ideas coming into focus, thoughts settling in on their perch--intellectual Ritalin.

Surprising, really, what a little order can accomplish. I'm amazed how mush time I've found now that I have so much to do. Adding tasks to my schedule has refocused my priorities. I find I have even more time for things like this. Refocus. This weekend I was on the verge of breakdown, I put things off until they are actually worth stressing over, and then it hits me in waves--and I start to shut down in defense. So this weekend found me fighting the shutdown. I nearly buckled when I realized I would be losing an entire hour.

Refocus. Worship Sunday morning and reading scripture. I was asked to read Psalm 22, which led me to read Psalm 24. Who is this King of glory? Even after the morning of worship and prayer, my hands still weren't lifted. It took focus, me focusing on the data I had to collect, forcing myself into observation mode for this project I've been working on. And the sky was an incredible blue, the clouds perfectly placed. In the midst of the headstrong winds, a voice asking "Do you remember who I AM?"

Right. Lord of hosts, wonderful counselor, my strong tower. I just have to be reminded sometimes.

I'd like to retire there and do nothing,
or nothing much, forever, in two bare rooms:
look through binoculars, read boring books,
old, long books, and write down useless notes,
talk to myself, and, foggy days,
watch the droplets slipping, heavy with light.

-Excerpt: Elizabeth Bishop's "The End of March"-

Busy Busy Busy

This week is going to be crazy. I refuse to declare a hiatus, that would be giving in to the fact that I'll be doing very little outside study this week....Of course, it's not like I update that often anyway; we'll see what I can manage.

This sums things up nicely:

I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.
--Mother Theresa--

There is nothing wrong with dreary...

It's overcast, dripping rain, windy, and forty degrees outside. I absolutely love it.

This is perfect beach weather: rocky shore; stormy skies; wind cutting in off of the breakers, past your layers, past your flesh, into your very core...

National Poetry Month

Yep, April is National Poetry Month. In light of that, I hope to get some poetry up here periodically. I wanted to start with some Elizabeth Bishop but, as all my favorites of hers go for pages and I'm having the hardest time choosing an excerpt, she'll have to wait.

Since I need something we'll go with an excerpt from "Olive" from one of my own favorites:

The only thing he saw when he walked in,
was Olive.
She had her back to him,
standing at the sink,
washing the dishes.
The shelves around her were empty,
except for the pots.

And everything was color,
except for Olive.
A brown skirt.
Brown,
bland,
and Olive.

The dishes clinked,
stacked one at a time.
They would have to be dried,
by those hands.
Arthritic now
but then, past, so vary able.
Now they washed dishes,
slowly.

A Merry Un-Birthday to me.

I thought I had great friends before...
I need to revise that to say I have the greatest friends in the world.

Tonight, after bible study, I got another surprise party (this one included swing dancing and scrumptious cake).

{Pause, reflect, beam.}

So I had planned on coming back and writing an actual post (on something out of Hebrews) and then get to studying for the test I have bright and early tomorrow this morning. After the slight detour of the evening, I'm going to have to jump right into studying (as I haven't even started) for this test that is quite literally for the birds (feather structure, bones, etc.).

You know, since Wildlife is my major, I think I should get credit for some of my extracurriculars, especially if I can offer sufficient proof of wildness.

Going to get bird-brained now...

I have this fortune (from the last time I was off campus for Chinese) that says:
The secret to good friends is no secret to you.

I don't know if there is a secret to having good friends, it's not like there is some interview process or special formula. I do find that I have the most amazing friends.

Today was a perfect example. I didn't really tell many people about my birthday (Ok, I did put it in my away message). I didn't have big plans: dinner with Laura and a call from home. The day was just one surprise after another.

It was supposed to be drizzly today, but not a drop of rain all day. It was absolutely beautiful.

I came home from class to find cards, birthday messages and a balloon (I love balloons). I thought this was awesome. No, make that aweXome. (Yeah, I don't think I'll ever be using that again, it just doesn't feel right.)

Anyway, so I headed off to study for Calculus absolutely elated.

When I got back to my room, my roommate had decorated the room (more balloons!!).
Dinner was wonderful, Laura and I had some quality girl time.

I headed back to my room to find some more review problems for Calc., got a Happy Birthday call from my parents. I felt like I would burst.

And then I got shanghaied. Instead of the study session I thought was coming, my friends showed up and hauled me off to Joe's for milkshakes.

I feel so blessed. Never before have I had friends that would do that sort of thing for me. Today has been one of the greatest birthdays.

{Enter Stork}

Happy Birthday to me! That's right, twenty years ago this very day, your's truly came into this world.
I'm officially out of the 'teens now, something I've been looking forward to.

What? I told you March was full of cool birthdays.

Springtime and the livin' is lazy.

A sunny Sunday, cool spring breeze coming through a window that looks out over a gloriously green quad, roommate has classic country quietly playing, here and there the scratch of pen on paper and the clicks of the keyboard...

And I'm actually being productive.

So far, today is a very good day.

Post on..um..Post

So I had this whole post written on how much I love letter writing, how it's become a dying art, how it's such an intimate form of communication and how we should preserve the practice...and then tried to mail my application. While I still prefer letter writing to most other forms of communication (save face-to-face dialogue), I can definitely see how we (and, sadly, I am included) turn from manual to electronic correspondence in an attempt to simplify our daily lives.

I went to the mail room in my dorm, but the lady that was working was just a substitute and really didn't know much about sending anything. So I went to the Post Office downtown today, only to find that the window in the downtown branch is closed on Saturdays. I wound up having to get a manila envelope from the bookstore on campus. Now I would try to send it myself, but I have no idea what the postage is supposed to be on this thing. I tried looking it up on the USPS website, but the only price lists I found were for Priority and Express (plus, I don't know how much this weighs, so I can't really calculate).

Right. Fun stuff. No wonder people revert to click-and-send so much.

I still love good old-fashioned letters, nothing is going to change that. I still use an inkwell and quill for crying out loud. Which reminds me, I have some catching up to do...

It's Spring!!!

Actually, I took this picture of the Mabry Mill in October, but it's still a good representation of how wonderfully green everything is around here...

On another note, that I've finally figured out how to add pictures is dangerous indeed.

It takes all kinds...

"Why!" she cried, "good country people are the salt of the earth! Besides, we all have different ways of doing, it takes all kinds to make the world go 'round. That's life!"

"You said a mouthful," he said.

"Why, I think there aren't enough good country people in the world!" she said, stirred. "I think that's what's wrong with it!"

His face had brightened. "I didn't intraduce myself," he said. "I'm Manley Pointer from out in the country around Willohobie, not even from a place, just from near a place."

"You wait a minute," she said. "I have to see about my dinner." She went out to the kitchen and found Joy standing near the door where she had been listening.

"Get rid of the salt of the earth," she said, "and let's eat."

From Good Country People by Flannery O'Connor. Born this day, 1925.
Thanks to my 11th grade AP Lit & Comp teacher, Mr. Reynolds, for the introduction.

What's that word again?

Right, one last post before I head to bed. I was reading through some journal entries of mine from a few years ago and they are wonderfully rich. Part of the problem was I used to use writing as a type of therapy, so a lot of my journal writing was done when I was depressed and looking back on them all now is downright entertaining. I particularly like this excerpt:

Clarity of thought hinges on precision in diction. To think of the confusion that would disappear if only people would learn and utilize the full potential of language. But most people don't care to know that bears don't hibernate or that butterflies do not come out of cocoons. [Best part:] Yet I refuse to dwell on "most people" for the actions, the irrationalities, and the ignorancies of the mass public frustrate me to no end.

Boy-howdy was I pompous (and yes, I just used "boy-howdy," get over it). Part of the problem was the academic program I was in at the time encouraged elitist attitudes. Most of it was just me. Yikes.

I will say that I still think we don't exploit language nearly enough. I have this annoying habit of wanting to make sure I express myself clearly; using the exact words to embody precisely what I want to convey. I can't stand it when I feel like I haven't expressed exactly what I wanted to how I wanted to. This is why it takes me so long to write things (or say things for that matter). I want to make sure I have the right words, the right phrases. Eventually, however, after grappling with something for a while, I will most often just give up, go with the best I can think of at the time, and then restrain myself from editing everything over and over again.

Right. I definitely babble incoherently when I am this tired. I'm not even sure what I've just written. I'm really going to go to bed now. Really...

Who am I?

I know, it's been a week since my last post. I am such a slacker. Time to remedy that.

One of the reasons I've neglected things is I've been working on my application to work at FDCS this summer. I'm done now. (Well, just about. I'm still waiting on one of my potential references to get back to me, but my part is done.) I can't quite figure out why it's taken me a week and a half to finish. I mean, it's not like the questions were incredibly complicated, or there is some theological masterpiece that must accompany it. I think I had just been avoiding it because I don't like doing self-evaluations.

I hate reviewing myself, I really do. Yes, I'm an INFP and yes, I "internalize and reflect" a lot...but when it comes to defining or evaluating myself, forget it. I learn far more about myself indirectly (through random revelations or comments from others) than by pondering the what and why of who I am. So I avoid it. It also doesn't help that it is class registration time again. So not only have I been having to think of where I've been and where I am, but where I am headed.

You know, I thought I was done with the whole identity crisis thing. Evidently not.

Perhaps one of the reasons I'm not too fond of having to evaluate myself is I am afraid I'll go to the extreme that I have visited before. I definitely went through a stage where I was obsessed with defining myself. This was also about the time when I had been reading Chekov, Ibsen, Shakespeare (King Lear and Hamlet), James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, and other wonderfully depressing, where-is-the-meaning-in-life works. (It's tempting to post some of my journal entries from this era just for kicks; the melodrama is hilarious.) For a long time I questioned everything about my character, everything about my purpose, everything about my "journey" (warning teen angst). I stopped myself when I realized that learning who I am wasn't going to be something I could just sit down and do some afternoon I was feeling particularly poetic and that I should just learn as I go.

I've learned a lot about myself in the past couple of years. For example, God has definitely given me a heart for worship and a heart for service. My desire is to use the things that He has given me for His glory. I long for nothing more than to see His will done in my life.

Now trying to explain this to my advisor is going to be a challenge. She expects me to have some idea of where I am headed with my degree. I have to figure out a way to tell her "with grace, as though seasoned with salt" that I haven't the slightest idea what I am going to do with my degree, that I'm going to strive to do whatever it is God wants me to do and that I wouldn't be surprised in the least if what I wind up doing has little or nothing to do with Wildlife Science at all.

I've been listening to the cds from the fall Southern Regional Navigator Conference. The speaker was Fran Sciacca and, though I'm far from finished, he has been talking about identity. In fact, one of the foundational statements for his talks is "Identity leads to purpose. Purpose leads to function."

I love this. I am a bond-servant of Christ which means my purpose is, in all things, to bring glory to His name. This I can do by using the gifts I've been given (again: service and worship).

I think I've mentioned before that I love to serve, I am most fulfilled when I am filling a need, I long to be a laborer. Recently, I feel I've become more focused in that desire. I feel more drawn to ministries where I would be equipping others for works of service. Still vague, I know, and I'm not sure how this fits with my desire to get back up to Chester this summer, but I'm definitely cool with God knowing far more about what is going on in (and with) my life than me.

Again, now I get to explain to my advisor why I still have no plans for career, no desire to continue on to grad school (at least not in this major), and why I'm planning on spending my summer serving rather than working at something halfway related to my major.

My advising appointment is tomorrow. This should be fun...

The song that's been on "repeat" in my mind all day:

Make me a servant, humble and meek.
Lord, let me lift up those who are weak.
And may the prayer of my heart always be:
Make me a servant, make me a servant,
Make me a servant today.

Pictures.

I finally got all my pictures back from the trip. I really wanted to get them all put onto a really cool site and impress everybody with my growing html skills. Apparently, I have way too many pictures for a VT filebox site (unless I go through and shrink them all one by one) so I had to break down and use Yahoo. My apologies. Still, enjoy.

Re: Break

Still no pictures to post as Melissa has all of mine (including the CDs). Hopefully those will get up by this weekend sometime.

Meanwhile, let me catch up on what all happened this past week. I think the best way is going to be just hitting the highlights, so here goes:

The Drive: Eight-plus hours each way with Robbie, Melissa, and Yik (on the way back) means fun times. It's extended confined periods that lead to quotes like: "Severed puppy heads," "killer cemetery," and "In the end, I survived." We also learned the difference between sneaked and snuck, the importance of a clean palette, the status of Swedish Fish as the greatest candy, and that Robbie is easily distracted when driving (this caused some missed exits, speed limits, etc.). I also got to play with a cell phone. Buttons and I are not such a great combination.

Philly: Yes, we ran up the steps of the art museum. Yes, we had steaks (except for the sole person who ordered a "steak, no steak" which was quite entertaining). I really enjoyed the art museum, especially the early European stuff. Although once you hit the 1500s or so, it's not quite the same. I could have spent days in the European exhibits alone, another day or so in the Asian section. I ran out of time and I didn't even make it to the modern exhibits (although I'm not sure I missed much there).

Sunday:For the sole reason that we had to climb a barbed wire fence to get to church. Long story. Hilarious, but long. All I'm going to say for now is that I am still infinitely proud of us.

People: The staff, teachers, and missionaries are all really amazing people. I worked with Ms. Judy and Ms. Graham all week. They run a tight ship, let me tell you, but you can tell how much they love the kids.

The Kids: So many kids, so much love. I couldn't believe quickly they attached themselves. I wasn't expecting to get as involved as I did with the kids, but there was no way to avoid it even if I had wanted to. Needless to say, I miss my babies...

Tap: Melissa and I taught tap in the afterschool program. Considering I took two weeks of tap six years ago, I was expecting to be no more than a metronome. We actually got quite a bit done. The kids now have nearly perfect shuffles. Three hours a day, every day, plus outside practice hours. I was exhausted and loving every bit of it. The kids really enjoyed it as well, or so it seemed. Now the prayer is that we can find someone to go into the school to continue with lessons.

I absolutely fell in love with the school and can't wait to get back up there. I learned so much just from a week of serving. Going up, my prayer was mainly to be a blessing to the teachers. I wanted to serve them in any way I could which I did and I loved. It definitely reiterated what I knew of my longing to serve and made me even more determined to strive to be God's hands. I also surprised myself, teaching isn't so bad after all.

For as long as I can remember, my mom has been studying/preparing to be the teacher she is now (she only started teaching a couple of years ago). She would tease me that I would wind up teaching as well. Yeah, right...My Kindergarten, 6th and many of my high school teachers also encouraged me to look into teaching. My response was always "Nope, not gonna happen." My main reason being I didn't think I would ever be able to clearly explain concepts to others when I just barely get away without confusing myself. And I had seen what teaching was and didn't want a part of it. Yeah, that's a bit different now. Not only did I learn that I kind of enjoyed teaching the kids, I wasn't that bad at it after all. Who knew? Not that my new passion is teaching or that I am dead set on being a teacher...but the idea has gone from "No way on Earth" to "You know, I could do this" and it is no longer ruled out as an option. Hmm...

Back Again

After a week of spending every day playing with Kindergarteners and then teaching tap from 3-6 every afternoon, I wonder how long it is going to take me to get back into "big school" mode. I mean, no more recess? What's up with that? And exactly why do I need to know how to count past 8?

I had an amazing time this week. The kids at FDCS are awesome. More coherent posts and pictures are coming soon...

Ready and.......Break.

I'm headed off to Chester, PA for Spring Break. "But why," you ask, "would I want to go North, where it's colder?"

I'm headed, along with the HokiePundit and other Navigators, up to Frederick Douglass Christian School.

In other words, for the next week, I get to go back to kindergarten.

Pray that we would have good fellowship and that we would be a blessing to the teachers (and others) at the school.

The Passion Revisited

I went and saw The Passion again tonight. This time I'm not going to wait to write about it. In fact, I walked right in and sat down to do this...no distractions this time.

This time I was able to go with a friend who I have been wanting to go with since the movie came out. I was really hoping that the movie would impact her in some way. I realized on the way home that I needed to see it again as well. I feel as if the first time I went, it was more as watching a movie for a movie's sake. I was continually impressed by how beautifully done the story was and how certain aspects were portrayed. I kept looking for scenes wondering how Gibson was going to interpret them, how they would transpose to screen.

I left the movie the first time thinking it was wonderfully and powerfully done. But I think the first time 'round I was more interested in method than message. This time, I didn't have that to distract me. I was able to catch little things that completely blew me away, tie some things together that I had skimmed the first time.

This time, I cried.

Warning: Rant Ahead

I couldn't really believe this when I first read it, but it's true.

Online service, oh really? Worship, prayer and scripture...All the perks of a church service with none of the fellowship...Am I missing something here? I mean, isn't fellowship the main reason for gathering as a church in the first place? This way we can be even more detached from those we should be building up, learning from, and holding accountable.....

Wait, let me check....No, Hebrews 10:25 still says (emphasis mine):

not forsaking our own assembling together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another; and all the more as you see the day drawing near.

Sheesh....and how are you supposed to take communion? Break out the Wonder Bread and Juicy Juice at home? I don't think that's what is meant by childlike faith....

Oooohh, I like this.

Hinei Ma Tov

I went to bible study tonight with a trembling heart. I was troubled, and a bit terrified, by things I've been seeing in the world around me and the world as a whole (and yes I am being vague). Needless to say, I needed some encouragement. I've said before how important I believe fellowship among believers to be, and tonight was no different.

I think tonight was one of the best bible studies we have ever had, just really analyzing where our fellowship should be and what we have been missing out on.

We had a really wonderful discussion about how, in order to have really true fellowship and be able to encourage each other fully, we have to be vulnerable. We have to be open, honest, and direct whereas we are usually reserved and vague.

It is hard to be completely open with people. I know that I have this layer of scar tissue on my heart that has only recently (within the past year or so) begun to break down. So personally, it is still really hard to put myself completely out before people. I've developed so many defense mechanisms that I have to break those habits. One of the many ways I learned to keep myself from getting hurt was to let my intellect completely override my emotion to the point that, when emotion was shown, it was in extremes. I don't like that. I like to be able to cry with someone in their sorrow or rejoice with them in their joy. I used to think of myself as sympathetic, but I've noticed lately that I have not been nearly as compassionate as I had thought. One of my prayers has been the words of Ezekiel 36:26, for God to "remove the heart of stone from [my] flesh and give [me] a heart of flesh."

I was talking about this with a sister who mentioned that she had the opposite problem: letting her emotions completely guide everything and getting far too involved without thinking thinks out intellectually. Which leads to another aspect of fellowship we talked about in study, how much we have to learn from one another. We can learn from others in areas that we are weak, and teach others in areas that we are strong....

Not a whole bunch of new or revolutionary concepts, but it really meant a lot to me tonight to be able to share the burdens of my heart. Definitely renewed my spirit...

Old fish, new fish

Today is the Seussentennial. So happy birthday to one of my heroes!

Some other fun birthdays I've found for this month:
1: Frederic Francois Copin (1810); Alton Glenn Miller (1904)
3: Alexander Graham Bell (1847)
4: Antonio Vivaldi (1678)
6: Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806); Louis "Lou" Costello (1908); Michelangelo de Lodovico Buonarroti-Simoni (1475)
9: Amerigo Vespucci (1454); George "Babe" Ruth (1905); Ferdinand II (1452)
11: Lawrence Welk (1903)
12: Amelia Earhart (1905); Amanda Holmes (1985) ;)
14: Johann Strauss (1804); Billy Crystal (1947); Albert Einstein (1879)
17: Nat "King" Cole (1919)
18: John Updike (1932); Poppin' Fresh, the Pillsbury Dough Boy (1961)
20: Ovid (43 B.C.); Domenikos "El Greco" Theotokopoules (1541); Fred Rogers (1928)
21: Johann Sebastian Bach (1685)
22: Chico Marx (1887); Andrew Lloyd Webber (1948)
24: Ehrich Weiss "Harry Houdini" (1874)
25: Flannery O'Connor (1925)
26: Robert Lee Frost (1874); Thomas Lanier "Tennessee" Williams (1911)
28: Dr. Jonas Salk (1905); August Anheuser Busch, Jr. (1899)
29: Pearl Mae Bailey (1918); Me (1984); Oscar Mayer (1859)
30: Francisco Jose de Goya (1746); Vincent Van Gogh (1853)
31: Rene Descarte (1596); Franz Joseph Haydn (1732); Mary Boykin Miller Chestnut (1823)

And, oh, so many more....

I saw The Passion on Friday. I'm not quite sure why I haven't said anything about it until now, maybe I just didn't know what to say.

I don't think I have much to say that hasn't already been said by others. I will say it was absolutely beautiful. I wanted to cry, but I didn't. At least not then. I didn't break down until I took communion on Sunday.

I have a friend that wants to go see it and I hope to be able to join her.

Hmm...

Apparently some individual(s) on my hall don't appreciate my singing; even though I sing alone, in my room, with the door closed, at times when few people are around, my voice doesn't have the power to carry far through concrete, and I don't have any neighbors except my RA. These critics, however, are generous enough to leave their comments on my message board. Of course, these are the same intellects that think it's funny to switch the nametags on all of the doors in the hall, pretend to do cheerleading routines in the hall at 2:30 AM, and have deep discussions over whether 'tis better to get drunk on Thursday or Friday (i.e. when it would be more convenient to deal with a hangover).

Have I mentioned that I am looking forward to living off campus next year?

Quick Quote

Money is not the key to all happiness but it unlocks some interesting doors.

The irony of it all being that this comes from a fortune cookie--um--fortune found in the compartment of a really swell box purse I found at Goodwill.

Never Cease to be Amazed.

The sky today was a piercing blue. I found it next to impossible to lower my gaze all afternoon, it was absolutely breathtaking.

I hope I never reach the point where a sunset doesn't stop me in my tracks, or a thunderstorm fails to enthrall me, or where I see trees ablaze in color and think of it as "just another fall."

Ok, I think I can go back to work now.

They say Hallmark has a card for everything..

This year, I've finally decided to observe Lent. You read right: my first Lent. I've wanted to before but none of the churches I've gone to growing up observed it, and I always managed to find some excuse or other to talk myself out of it.

Anyway, I've decided to refrain from snacks; the idea being that when I want to munch on something, I can pull out some scripture to meditate on.

For thoughts on Lent head to the Wilderness.

Which book are you?

I've heard a lot about it but now I really need to read this:

You're Watership Down!

by Richard Adams

Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.


Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Via TSO.

Selah:

musical interlude; also pause/meditate/reflect

Can I just say how awesome gospel music is? We had VT-One Saturday and the Enlightened Gospel Choir was one of the groups that led worship. I think it is next to impossible not to praise when it comes to gospel. It is just raw worship--bone-shaking, soul-shattering worship...

Inspiring. I think some of it may have rubbed off on me by the time we (APEX band) got up to close. It made me realize that I've been holding back some when it comes to worship. But, oh, to let loose completely and worship with all your heart, emptying all of yourself before God.

Shout joyfully to God, all the earth;
Sing to the glory of His name;
Make His praise glorious.
Say to God, "How awesome are Thy works!
Because of the greatness of Thy power
Thine enemies will give feigned obedience to Thee.
All the earth will worship Thee,
And will sing praises to Thee;
They will sing praises to Thy name.
Selah
Psalm 66:1-4

Controlling the Blaze

Becky and I have been going through Linda Dillow's Calm My Anxious Heart, which is about contentment in all aspects of life. This week we managed to get to the chapter dealing with greed and Dillow includes a really great quote from A.W. Tozer:

Within the human heart things have taken over. God's gifts now take the place of God, and the whole course of nature is upset by the monstrous substitution.

Dillow also refers to Proverbs 30:14-15a, but what caught my attention was 15b-16:

There are three things that will not be satisfied, four that will not say "Enough":Sheol, and the barren womb, earth that is never satisfied with water, and fire that never says "enough."

So verse 16 combined with Tozer's quote got me thinking...It is really easy for me to fall into the "fire that never says 'enough'" trap. I latch on to things and can't seem to get enough, particularly things of God: fellowship, word, and worship. Now a desire for these things is good, we should never be quenched, we should never be complacent when it comes to our walk with Christ...but I take it a little too far. I get fanatical (almost psychotic) about things.

Especially worship. God has given me a definite heart for worship and has allowed me the opportunity to use that by placing me in a worship band. But I've noticed that I may take things too far. I would love to worship 'til sunrise but sometimes I question my motives; whether I want to keep worshiping because we are giving God the glory due Him or because I love the feeling I get when worshiping and don't want it to end. When we close worship, I have to be careful not to sink into disappointment as I have done before. Instead of riding the afterglow and recognizing the value of the time just spent in worship, I begin to resent that it had to end.

I've done the same before with time in the Word. (I have a different theory as to why I crave fellowship so much, but that's another post.) I can easily fall into treating God as a drug, focusing on the high rather than on Him. And then I'm upset if/when the buzz isn't big enough.

All this, of course, makes me all the more thankful. I mean, any man (or woman for that matter) wouldn't take such abuse...

Quote from the back of my Global Expeditions shirt:

We must be global christians with a global vision because our God is a global God.
-John Stott-

The Fruits of Idle Hands

My roommate and I have finally found something to do with the pile of recyclables in the corner (as neither of us has the presence of mind to actually take them out to the bin). We're weaving a 4'x2' VT out of Fanta and Cherry Coke wrappers. The bottles themselves will be used for hallway bowling later on...

I know, you marvel at our ingenuity. This is what happens when one person has absolutely nothing to do, the other is avoiding actual work at all costs, and they have both been listening to a German Techno station for two days straight.

We are still trying to figure out what to do with the Mountain Dew and Sprite bottles... Any suggestions?

Yawp

I love college. It's the whole class thing I'm not too fond of.

Mid-Atlantic Nav Conference II

I told you there was another part coming...

I have to admit that, at the start, the conference didn't go too well for me. I was thrilled to be there, I was really enjoying the sessions, I was learning a lot of good stuff, but I wasn't really there. I have been having a really hard time focusing lately, and Saturday morning was no exception. Then I got taken down a couple of notches.

We had some free time after lunch. After a failed attempt at instigating a snowball war, I decided to spend some time in the Word as it had been a while since I had a really quality quiet time. I struggled through a few verses, thinking all the while that God was trying to tell me something and I just wasn't getting the point. So, instead, I got frustrated, gave up, and went for a walk so that He and I could chat.

Apparently that's what I really needed: to get away from people and other distractions and just wander. So I wound up in this field and God was finally able to get through to me on some things He's been trying to tell me for quite some time. I thought I had learned those lessons, I thought I had given things over to God, I thought I had already grasped those concepts...I was wrong.

There I was, in the middle of this field of snow, ranting at God wanting to know why I was so frustrated, why I hadn't been seeing the growth I wanted in my walk, why I hadn't gotten an answer to a prayer I've had for some time and why I couldn't focus.

And all He had to say was "Surrender." Which made me break down entirely.

Can I just say I love it when God does that? I mean, the still-small-voice thing. It just blows me away every time.

Anyway, God managed to point out how I've been trying to do things on my own power. Sure, I was having quiet times, but I was treating them more like study sessions. I was praying that God's will would be done in certain situations, but I was still trying to get things done on my own. I was praying for an answer, but I was searching it out on my own. He pointed out that He couldn't move in my life until I stepped out of the way; He couldn't guide my situation until I handed it over completely; and He couldn't give me an answer until I turned everything over and was able to listen to Him instead of my own reasoning.

So He asked, I gave, He answered.

After that, the conference took on a whole other tone for me. I could focus and actually learn. A lot of what was said in subsequent sessions reiterated what God had blindsided me with. One of the points that most sticks with me is this (regarding surrender, go figure):

There are some things that we surrender to God once and that is it. He takes care of it and we never have to deal with it again. There are some things that we have to deal with continually, that we have to bring before God every day. He wants us to come to Him and surrender those things to Him daily because He wants us to depend on Him.

God wants us to be dependent on Him...what an addiction to have.

Mid-Atlantic Nav Conference

I have quite a bit to say about this past weekend. I would have said it earlier but I got to come back to a research proposal that was due today. My final title for that being Effect of Human Presence on Flight Initiation and Habituation in American Goldfinch (Carduelis tristis), which is just a fancy way of saying I'm going to see how close I can get to the birdfeeder before I scare the birds off. Scientific writing is great. I mean, at least you sound like you know what you are talking about.

Right, so back to the conference. I'm going to have to do this one in two parts: what happened, and what I learned (as I am still trying to get it all into words).
The conference was a blast. I love road trips anyway, so spending 5 hours in a car with some really great people just rocks. So the way up, my group was the last to depart, but it's all good. After last week, I was just glad to be in the car. Laura and I got to catch up. I got to talk with Nate and Josh, a couple of guys that I haven't really been able to get to know much until then. So it was really fun.
Our speaker for the weekend was Mike Jordahl, National Navigator Collegiate Director. Good stuff, man. The theme was a new thing and we drew a lot from Isaiah 43. wow...

Back on track. We had a lot of time for fun/mischief and Laura and I managed to start a snowball fight. Well, we started one...it didn't really last. But there was time set aside for group prayer for our campuses. An hour was not nearly enough time, we still had so much to pray over. And there were a lot of campuses represented: Maryland, PennState, Rutgers, VT, Howard and more that I can't think of off hand (helps that I lost my program from the weekend).
After a couple more sessions talking about new purpose, new paths to walk in, and the like (more later), we had more good fellowship time. There was an open mic night in the dining hall but the VT group migrated to the gym. Where there is any concentration of VTNavs, there is a good chance that swing will break out. That probability increases if someone managed to remember to bring swing music (as I had) and there is an available stereo (which there was). So really, it was inevitable.

I was definitely not ready to come home on Sunday. I woke up early and just sat outside taking in the view. We were up in Greencastle, PA at Camp Joy-El. Absolutely beautiful up there. We were in the middle of farmland and everything was covered in snow, sigh...There was even a stream with a small waterfall. More session Sunday and we headed home around 2 or so. Carloads got shuffled for the ride home so it turned out that Laura and I wound up in Robbie's truck. Laura slept the whole way home so it was just Robbie (yes I am actually friends with the HokiePundit, you should all be insanely jealous) and me and ska for 4.5 hours straight. I'm definitely going to have to get ahold of some of those cds...

To top it all up, when we got back, it was snowing in Blacksburg. What an end. I was so exhausted I was actually in bed by 9. I haven't gone to bed that early in quite some time.

I promise, I've got more substantive stuff coming about what we studied and how God (quite literally) knocked me off my feet and to my knees this weekend. All I can say for now on that is, "He is amazingly faithful."

Hmm...

Only one comment. Me thinks perhaps you care not what nor why I write....
Pigeon Pi came from hours of deliberation. I thought through many names: "Hokie extempore" was a little stuffy but almost got used; "Pigeonhole" came up but, alas, had already been claimed; "Pigeon Piety" was even considered, but didn't quite ring right...So "Pigeon Pi" it is. Pigeon comes from my surname which, apparently, is Czech for pigeon. Pi was actually grabbed at random from the dictionary as meaning an amount of type that has been jumbled or thrown together at random; although I like the whole pigeon/dove/pi idea. I may have to pretend that I actually put in that much thought...

For your blogging pleasure:

I'm off this weekend to the spring regional Navigator conference. Pennsylvania here I come!
I wanted to get a couple long posts up before I went so I could come home to lots of comments...but schoolwork prevented that. Meanwhile, let's see if anyone can figure out where "Pigeon Pi" comes from. I look forward to reading the theories...

Tonight in bible study, we took this test from Gary Chapman's The Five Love Languages. We were studying Ephesians 4, how we all have different gifts but are unified in Christ and we should maintain unity through love. (Good stuff.) So we took a test to find out how each girl in our study best receives love. The five ways are through: words of affirmation, quality time, receiving gifts, acts of service, and physical touch. All of the girls in our group turned out to be big on quality time. I wound up being "bilingual" in quality time and physical touch. Not really surprising actually, I think I would have been able to guess those were my main things. Interestingly though, most of the girls in our group tend to show love in the ways they scored lower in. I know a big one for me is acts of service, and I like giving gifts, but I'm not too big on receiving gifts, never have been.

This, of course led to wondering why. One explanation we came up with was that the areas that we haven't received much of are the ones we most crave while the ones we have received a lot of are how we learned to love.

Lots of good discussion, I would share it all, but I'm exhausted (for some odd reason) and am going to bed. I'll certainly be adding that book to my list...

Always some thing new here at the coop.

Well no, not always. But I did add some links. And if you go through the archives you may pick up on something you missed the first time. And you could always leave a comment...that would definitely be new.

Update to below:

I have awesome friends.

That is all.

Denial? What denial?

I knew this was coming. I just didn't think it would be so soon.
I just learned that my brother, who I though was headed for Iraq sometime in late March, is actually already there. My brother is in the Army (has been for 8 years or so) and pilots Kiowa helicopters. I know I said before that my brother wasn't the best growing up, and he wasn't. But I also haven't seen him much in the past 8 years, and not at all since he became a Christian. So he's changed a lot. And I do love him, always have, no matter what I may say about him.

Anyway, I am thankful that (a) my dad retired before this whole Iraq thing started and (b) my brother is going now and wasn't there when everything got going.

I think I may need a hug.

Good Times

When I was in high school, I was in the International Baccalaureate program. One of the sure-fire ways to tell is that I can actually spell baccalaureate. For those who don't know, and are too lazy to actually click the link, IB is kind of like Advanced Placement (AP) on steroids. For one, instead of just being a national thing, IB is international; your papers, exams, and major projects are sent around the world for grading. For example, my IB exam in Anthropology was graded in Argentina. It is also twice the work. Example again: for the IB diploma, the student is required to write an Extended Essay which is the high school equivilant of a thesis. We were to work on this for two years, we had advisors for our paper, we had to work and rework every last bit. My original topic was to be "The socialization and culturalization of Inupiat Youth" or something like that. My paper's actual title (as I changed topics two weeks before the final paper was due) was "A Comprehensive Definition of Terrorism" in which I took other people's definitions of terrorism and tore them apart, explaining exactly why they didn't work and how it is next to impossible to actually define. I then proceeded to compile my own definition.
Anyway, all of this rambling is so that I have a reason to link to the You Know You're in IB page written by fellow WHS IB alum Sam Alrich (c/o 2003). My particular favorites are:

"I.B. therefore I B.S."
"You make a date to do homework together and you actually do."
"The 'due' date becomes the 'do' date."
"You find that you spend more time sleeping in class than at home."
and
"You know you have parents because you have seen their picture."

Enjoy. By the way, TOK is Theory of Knowledge, a philosophy type class we all were mandated the privilege to attend.

As promised.

Perhaps the most difficult question for me to answer is what I want to do after graduation. Usually, this question comes is formed as "What do you want to do with your degree?" which I find next to impossible to answer for a couple of reasons. First of all, I don't really know. I mean, I have a general idea of what I would like to do, but nothing specific.

More than that, what I really want to say is "It's not important to me." Most people can't seem to understand why, even after I explain. Sure I would like to work at a rehabilitation center, or wildlife refuge, or somewhere I can share my love of nature with others...but I know my focus in life isn't going to be on a career. My focus is on being a wife. Yes, "is," as in present. Let me clarify: I am not married, and am not seeking a husband (God'll take care of that in His own time). The way I see it is, until I marry, God is my husband. (How I learned this has a lot to do with Hosea 2 and me finally waking up to who God really is.)

Genesis 2:18 says:
Then the Lord God said, "It is not good for man to be alone; I will make
him a helper suitable for him."
I love that the first description of woman is as a helper. This is exactly what I want to be, God has given me a heart for service. My greatest joy in ministry is when I am working with all the behind the scenes stuff, when I am providing something to bless others.

I've mentioned Proverbs 31 before. I believe it to be the best example of what a woman's role is in marriage. I especially like verse 23. It may seem odd for the verse to be in the middle of this passage, but her husband would not be where he is if it were not for all that she is. I know that every aspect of my character, everything that God is working in me is so that I may better serve Him and so that I may be the woman that my husband needs me to be.

A wife is supposed to be the support of her husband. Her husband should be able to trust her in all things (Proverbs 31:11). Life is spiritual warfare and you don't want to go into battle without fully trusting the person fighting alongside you.

Proverbs 12:4 says:
An excellent wife is the crown of her husband, but she who shames him
is as rottenness in his bones.
A wife should be an asset to her husband: encouraging him (Proverbs 32:26) and working alongside him. My husband should be better able to serve God because of me, not in spiteof me. As I said, until I meet my husband, Christ is filling that role. I therefore strive to be an asset to Christ. I serve Christ. When I marry, I will still serve Christ and one means of serving Christ will be to serve my husband.

What, then, is the husband's role? Well, I haven't spent as much time on that part. I do believe the wife is to submit to her husband in all things.
Ephesians 5:23-24:
For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of
the church, He Himself being Savior of the body.
But as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to
their husbands in everything.
Husbands are to be the spiritual leader in the relationship. A husband should be an example for his wife, he should encourage her in her own walk with Christ. (Now, if the husband isn't following Christ himself, he can hardly be expected to lead his wife in righteousness, but she should still be subject to her husband. See 1 Peter 3:1-2).

So there you have it. I feel I could have said more. I probably should have elaborated more on certain parts...This just leaves room for potential sequels. We'll see.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I really don't mean for this to be a daily journal but today has been the strangest day.

To start things off, I received an email this morning from someone I haven't heard from since high school graduation (almost 2 years ago). Turns out he had some things he has been wanting to tell me for some time (nothing bad), some things he wanted to come clean about, and has finally gotten around to doing it. So, after reading that, I left for class in a little bit of a daze.

I went to my eight o'clock class and--surprise!--we won't be having class at all next week because our teacher is going to a conference. Really it should be good news, but I wasn't terribly excited. I like getting up earlier in the morning but I've gotten into the habit of sleeping in to nine or so because I don't have many morning classes this semester, so next week I may wind up slipping entirely (especially Thursday as I won't have class until 3:30 which is just dangerous).

I went to work on math lab with Drau and we wound up working (and actually being productive) for 3 hours. So now I am ahead in at least one of my classes, which never happens with me. On schedule, maybe...behind, usually....ahead, never.

The topper to the day was lunch where the guy at the register really threw me for a spin. I have to share the entire conversation:

Me: Hello.
Him: Is that it for you today?
Me handing him my card:Yep.
Him taking card, going to swipe it, pausing without swiping it, looks at me: Lemme ask you this, do you like to sing?
Me wondering if he somehow knows me: Um..yeah.
Him: Well, I'm in this band and we are going to be doing some recordings in a few weeks and need some girls to sing background, interested?
Me thinking "Oh my gosh, he has my card hostage." I'm sorry, my schedule is already crammed too full.
Him: Well, it would be in like a month.
Me: Sorry, no.

He proceeded run my card through and give it back to me, I proceeded to exit Express as quickly as possible.

Makes me wonder what tomorrow is going to be like...

And they call this science.

I've been looking up journal articles on black bears and hibernation for one of my classes. Many of the studies monitor chemical and hormonal levels in a bear's body during hibernation. Not the kind of job I want to do...I mean I doubt bears are that pleasant when you want to stick needles into them while they are trying to sleep. The best title, by far, has been "A technique for and risks associated with entering tree dens used by black bears." by Godfrey, et al. in the Wildlife Society Bulletin. I love that someone actually took the time to right down why going into a bear's den isn't the brightest idea in the world.
What have I gotten myself into?

Sneak preview...

I've said before that it takes a while to get some things posted because I like to write out everything longhand first. I like to take my time and find exactly the words I want. One of the things I have been (and still am) working on is my view of my role as a woman and my (future...distant future) role as a wife. I couldn't help putting this up though...

Today at lunch, Becky and I were going through Proverbs 31:10-31. This is one of my favorite passages, particularly verses 10 and 30. We went through and pulled out the characteristics highlighted by each individual verse. All I can say is, wow. We found at least thirty distinct characteristics of an "excellent wife"; she is to be trustworthy, loyal, diligent, encouraging, supportive, honorable, whole-hearted and a good steward, just to name a few. It's quite a checklist. If ever there was a woman for me to envy it would be this ideal woman, she is definitely an example to follow.

May pursuit of such excellence be my life's goal.

As long as I'm procrastinating

I don't quite understand how in college I spend hours staring at the computer, sitting in class, and hanging out (usually chatting, eating and playing games) yet have still managed to lose weight. Theory: low impact lifestyle + increased food intake= new diet trend. While I'm at it...student loans are actually the money the bank owes you after graduation and six hours is too much sleep.

Seems this semester is both better and worse than I was expecting. How, you ask? Well, I've already dropped from 18 down to 15 credits because (time-wise) there was no way I would be able to make it through them all with any shred of sanity left. The group of classes I'm left with is:
evolutionary Biology
Plant Taxonomy (and lab)
Wildlife Biology
Wildlife Field Biology (and lab)
Elementary Calculus with Trig.

Other than math, all of my classes have been evolution and classification systems. Granted, the focus is different in each class, but it's still evolution, evolution, and (oh yeah) evolution. I was a little nervous about dealing with all of them, but I am actually enjoying my classes. The material is certainly interesting, and at the very least I know where other people are coming from and why some people can be so pessimistic. I mean, if I thought that my entire existence -- every thought, every action, every emotion -- was just the result of some random chemical reaction or molecular collision and had no real purpose or significance I'm sure I would find it hard to see the up side of things. (I know better, see Psalm 139; but that's another post entirely.)

The thing that is going to absolutely kill me is fitting everything into my schedule. For Wildlife Field Biology, I have to come up with an observation/research project which will require an additional two hours of field research each week. Not only do I have no clue what I'm going to observe, I have no idea when I can possibly observe it.

So a duck walks into a bar...

Mornings don't get more fun.
After turning of my 7am alarm, I roll over to "wake up" only to drift off again after a fitful night's sleep. I do wake up, but not until 7:58 and I happen to have an 8 o'clock class scheduled for Tuesdays. I proceed to get dressed (all the while debating whether 'tis nobler to go and be late or, by staying home, save some stress and then copy notes). I then check the weather on My VT to ensure I am not going to freeze only to find out that a glorious delay is in effect and my dilemma is no dilemma at all...in fact, the extra hour was just the rest I needed and the alarming wake-up was more refreshing than how I usually start my day. Fun how God tends to work things...

The advantages of being an Army brat...

create your own visited states map


I've at least been to all of these places, how many of them I remember...that's another story altogether.

Back in the Swing of Things.

After about a month and a half of withdrawal, I finally got to go swing dancing tonight. (Ok, so last Saturday some friends and I got together to review some moves but that's not the same.) All I can say is, wow...I am so rusty. I actually was in pain at one point, certain muscles I forgot I had reintroduced themselves. I wouldn't have it any other way, though. My love of swing may not go back far (only to September) but it has definitely become a passion. I love to dance, I love to learn, I love to have fun with my friends and swing lets me do all three.

Life lesson learned from swing #12: You can learn a lot by being willing to try something new. I learn at least five new moves every dance and can't seem to get enough. As of now I've got basic East Coast, Lindy and Charleston under my belt, some Shag, and I started to pick up Shim-Sham. Man what a high.

I think it's interesting how much you learn about people just by dancing with them, especially from the girl's perspective. Life lesson learned from swing #8: Don't get Saucy with just anybody, you'll regret it. For those of you non-swinging types...Saucy is a kick in Charleston in which the girl is essentially kicking from a dip position; not something you want to do with a guy you don't trust to support you. I've learned a couple of particularly tricky moves (one being Saucy and another a basket swing in Lindy) that I've learned with certain partners and, as of yet, haven't found anybody else I've felt comfortable enough with to do those moves. A girl learns very quickly which guys she can and cannot trust, and often the guys you can trust on the dance floor are those that you can trust off. For my part, I can usually tell within the first three or four measures if the guy I'm dancing with is going to be able to carry his part or not. There are some guys I like dancing with because they are confident in their lead, a couple of guys I've danced with enough that I don't have to think about what I'm doing anymore; I can just let go and let them lead without worrying about them spinning me into a wall. Then there are some guys who just don't get the whole leading thing...You continually guess whether they are leading a spin or just being sloppy. Ergh. For those guys, life lesson learned from swing #7:If you move confidently you can get away with just about anything.

Surprisingly tonight there was a shortage of men, many a lady was in need of a partner. Luckily I knew a good number of the guys that were there, and had danced with them before, so I didn't end up on the wall too often. Still, it is quite the reverse of when I first started going to the dances.

So to recap, I am so excited to be swinging again.

While I'm on the topic of great guys, I want to say how incredibly blessed I am to know the group of gentlemen that I do. It means a lot to me to know and be able to spend time with my Christian brothers. I have a brother who is seven years older than me and was a real jerk while I was growing up. The only time he noticed me was to pick on me or have me entertain him when none of his friends happened to be around. Being an Army brat, he and my dad were the two guys I've spent the most time with in my life. This explains why I am so close to my dad; he is a strong man after Christ, a great leader for our family, and a bigger kid than I am. I can only hope to marry a man half as good as my father. (Yep, I'm his angel-baby. My future husband has some shoes to fill, let me tell you.)

Anyway, back to Christian brothers. In high school, I could count on one hand the number of guys I knew who even claimed to be Christian, let alone acted the part. So, I can't really express how much it means to me to be around men who truly follow after Christ. Example: Last semester, when hurricane Isabel came through, a group of Navigators was at the football game, some of the guys had painted up so they were shirtless and freezing. Tanya and I bought them cocoa and they were genuinely grateful. Point? These guys made us "Thank You" notes. Up until this point, I had never known a guy in my peer group that would write a thank you of his own free will, let alone quote Romans 16:1-2 in it and promise to be there if ever we needed something in return.

I still have that Thank You; I'm staring at it as it hangs above my desk even as I type this. To me, it's a reminder that chivalry is alive and thriving; that there are actual men in this world, not just skirt-chasing-hormone-sacks and machismo addicts; and that I am blessed to know men who know and live by 1 Timothy 5:1-2. I could go on commending these men of God and how important time with them is to me, how I feel completely at ease around them, how I know they would never let anybody mess with me...Like I said, I could go on for pages. I don't think I have enough words. If any of them happen to be reading this: thank you! Your deeds mean more than you will ever know.

Absolute Nonsense

I may not be very blog-savvy but I know enough to understand that posting things like one's own poems tends not to be appreciated much, especially when they are lengthy (as in 2 pages as mine tend to be). So I've decided to honor popular demand for the time being. The following, however, is a favorite away message of mine that has come here to retire. I would have just deleted it entirely but a couple of my friends particularly enjoyed it while in use so here it will remain. (Meanwhile, that Yeti game? 588.8, hear me roar!)

I'm starting a self-help group (I know) for the coordinationally challenged. We will be meeting to discuss some of the difficulties of everyday life, things that graceful people take for granted. Session topics to be as follows:
The Dynamics of Doors: ll vs. sh.
Getting Up Again: Learning to keep one foot in front of the other.
When Things Get Screwy: The truth behind lefty-loosey, righty-tighty.
Button, Button, Who's Got the Button: A crash course in clasps, chains, zippers and other such fascinating fastening devices.
We also will have classes for advanced learners such as:
The Bell Tolls for Thee: A detailed dialogue in dialing independence.
Let's Lace: Investigating the aspects of straight vs. crisscrossed shoe-lacing. Which will include a special hot topic debate: All Tied Up: Over vs. Under.

And, yes, I think I'm pretty darn cute.

And in no particular order...

drum roll please

I've finally managed to get some links up. It's a short list, I know, but what begins small will someday grow. No particular order...maybe somewhat alphabetical...although to be truly alphabetical Butterworth should come first so...yeah, I'll stop rambling now.
I'm not quite sure why it's taken me so long, but things are coming together. I think I'm afraid of the code. Maybe not the code itself but that, with my luck, I'll manage to type in the one thing that will cause my computer to explode. I'm not terribly technologically literate; of course, I never claimed I was.

Today's wisdom:

"Do not let fear cause discontent, but through overcoming that fear, find contentment."
-Becky (sort of)

No Return Postage Required.

This month my bible study has been going through Galatians. We've talked about living for God rather than man, not letting things distract us from the gospel, and being set free from the law. One of the things we discussed tonight was the way people often try to "tack on" requirements for faith. The Galatians had fallen into what was not the pure gospel of grace through faith alone, which got me wondering why.
I suppose a basic answer is that Satan will use any method possible to keep us from connecting with Christ. What better way than to make people think they are headed down the right road already? Or, better yet, why not convince people that faith comes with certain stipulations? That way, when we can't meet the expectations we think we are supposed to live up to, discouragement will eat away at us, we'll think we aren't good enough for God and turn away on our own.
But isn't that the point of Christianity? That we are not, and never can be, good enough or pious enough to earn God's favor? Isn't that the whole reason Christ had to die in the first place, to save us because we could not save ourselves? So why then is it so easy for us (and I admit to having had my own struggles with legalism) to fall into following a doctrine of salvation by works? I mean, why do we insist on working for something that is free? Maybe it's my own lazy nature at war with the idea of doing more work than we have to, but still...
I think maybe we just can't quite get our heads around who God is, we can't understand how anyone could love so indiscriminately. Our problem is that we forger how much bigger God is. We have been so stained by the actions of man that we have a hard time realizing how different the actions of God are. No man could love so much. We aren't comfortable with such awesomeness, we like control too much to completely let go to something we don't fully understand, our faith is small. We find comfort in thinking we have something to add to the equation. We like concrete 1+1=2. But grace + works is no longer the pure grace of God.
Maybe there is something to the whole childlike faith thing after all (go figure!). If you give a child a present for no reason, they don't question, they don't try to argue. If you do the same with an adult, they want to know why, they want to know if there is something they can give you in return, they try to make things up to you, they feel indebted to you. Our world relies on reciprocity. But the things of this world are far different than the things of God. "For the wages of sin is death, but the free gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." (Romans 6:23) That's it. Free. Whether we like it or not, there is nothing we can do to earn it. Now why can't we get that through our thick skulls?
Grace alone delivers us from slavery to law, slavery to sin. We have been slaves for so long, we don't know how to adjust to freedom. Instead of embracing freedom, we look for a new master. We try to make God into one, adding tasks that we must complete to find His favor. God makes it clear that while He wants to be Lord, he doesn't want to be master and there is a difference. The way I see it, serving God as Lord means willingly turning our lives over to His will, being a "living and holy sacrifice" (Romans 12:1) whereas slavery doesn't include choice but rather hoops to jump through.
Again, God is more than we could ever understand. Christ calls us friends rather than slaves (John 15:14-15). If that isn't close enough a connection, God completely blows me away with Hosea 2:16:
"And it will come about in that day," declares the Lord,
"That you will call Me Ishi [my husband] and will no longer call Me Baali [my master]."
It doesn't get much more intimate than that.

Cannot find server...

I had every intention of actually putting up a real post tonight. After three attempts, I've given up. I have started three different posts but can't seem to get going on any of the ideas. This may take some time...especially seeing as how I prefer to handwrite everything before I type it up (I think better with pen in hand). Promises, promises, I know but they're coming. Not as if there is any rush demand or anything...

Today's wisdom:

"Beware of grape with wooden mallet."
-Larry's fortune cookie
From The Ultimate Silly Song Countdown

Yes, I am hooked on Veggietales and darn proud of it.

I wanna be a rock'n'roll preacher...

Chuck Girard rocks.
I wonder sometimes if I was born in the wrong decade...