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Thursday, March 18, 2004
A Nod to William Carlos Williams
(Composed while driving home from Boise tonight after spending the evening drinking coffee, studying, and eating cheesecake at Barnes and Noble)
This is just to say
That I drink too much coffee
And tea--
Every day
Two shots worth, probably.
You understand
That I'd like to cut back
Of course,
But it's a way of life.
This is just to say
That I drink too much coffee
And tea--
Every day
Two shots worth, probably.
You understand
That I'd like to cut back
Of course,
But it's a way of life.
Labels: poems
0 commentsWednesday, March 17, 2004
Things that are white (and orange)
I went to the dentist yesterday. It was excruciating, as usual. I think my dental hygienest, Lupe, mistook my mouth for an archeological dig. But, I have no cavities, which hasn't happened for many, many, many moons, so I forgive her. The dentist said I had "great teeth," which I consider a true compliment, because who would know better than him? And now my teeth feel all clean and sparkling, which is a good feeling, but not good enough to want to go back any time soon.
My only other important statement for today is that my fish is weird. Still alive, but really weird. I think he's manic-depressive. Therefore, he needs two names: one for his manic personality and one for his depressive personality. I christen him Eeyore/Tigger. The remaining little ghost shrimp, Gavroche, is doing well, for those of you who were worried there would be another shrimpicide some morning. Unlike his brother, he's staying inside the bowl. Guess he's learned what's good for him.
My only other important statement for today is that my fish is weird. Still alive, but really weird. I think he's manic-depressive. Therefore, he needs two names: one for his manic personality and one for his depressive personality. I christen him Eeyore/Tigger. The remaining little ghost shrimp, Gavroche, is doing well, for those of you who were worried there would be another shrimpicide some morning. Unlike his brother, he's staying inside the bowl. Guess he's learned what's good for him.
Labels: dentist
0 commentsFriday, March 12, 2004
Finally, Somebody Thinks I'm Smart...
Ok, so I have definitely been spending the last couple of weeks imagining all the things I could do with my life if I don't ever get into grad school: Join the Peace Corps, Teach English in Japan, Work at Jack-in-the-Box (Brenna would like that), Get my teaching degree and teach English in some high school, Go back home and mooch off Mom and Dad, Keep attending NNU and get another degree as I defer my student loan indefinitely, Write a world-famous novel, Go up into the mountains of Idaho and live like John Muir, Move to France and live on the streets, Buy a camping trailer and hit the road....
But my worries are over because I got a letter today from the University of Minnesota that says that they want me at their school. Whew. I was beginning to think myself horribly pretentious and arrogant to think that I could apply to a good grad school and actually expect to get in. Every day I would look in my empty mailbox and think, Jack-in-the-box is your future. (And the rejections from Brandeis and Boston didn't help either.) Anyway, my mother is extremely excited, but we're keeping the news under our hats regarding my grandma's, who will be disappointed if they hear about it and I don't end up going there.
But my worries are over because I got a letter today from the University of Minnesota that says that they want me at their school. Whew. I was beginning to think myself horribly pretentious and arrogant to think that I could apply to a good grad school and actually expect to get in. Every day I would look in my empty mailbox and think, Jack-in-the-box is your future. (And the rejections from Brandeis and Boston didn't help either.) Anyway, my mother is extremely excited, but we're keeping the news under our hats regarding my grandma's, who will be disappointed if they hear about it and I don't end up going there.
Labels: ambitions, grad school
0 commentsFishing for the Perfect Name (and an aquarium cover)
I got a fish. I made the spontaneous decision at Walmart yesterday, but then of course had to wait for a half hour in line in order to carry out my spontaneous decision. I also got a round bowl, and two ghost shrimp, whom I decided needed to have French names in honor of the little Finding Nemo shrimp. Sadly, however, little Grantaire escaped from the bowl during the night and was rudely awakened this morning by a large bare foot descending upon him. In fact, I believe that was probably the last sight he ever saw, poor thing. (And poor me--EW!!) The fish remains nameless, because I need to evaluate his personality in order to find him the perfect name (first test of a fish in my house: will he live long enough to be named?) At this point, he/she's looking like a Renfield, or an Ulfried, or Ophelia, or maybe Antoinette. Psychotic, in other words. At random points during the day, he swims frantically around the bowl, bumping into the glass at intervals. Not normal fish behavior. I'm afraid that now that he's realized he can't get out, he's getting depressed. Maybe a Hamlet or a Joe Christmas....
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Thursday, March 11, 2004
A Note to my Readers
A certain accusation has recently reached my ears, that certain people who might remain nameless have found my past few posts to be "boring." Furthermore, these people (person, really) have complained about the rarity of posts in the last couple of weeks. I refer these individuals (Keith!) to my first post, in which I say, quite explicitly that "I make no promises about quality, quantity, or length of postings." If it helps, you can think of this blog as a sort of gamble: maybe there will be a good post today, maybe not. See... isn't it fun? Just like Scratch-its.
Now, moving on to more important things...regarding The Passion, I think I may be the very last person at NNU (perhaps the last Christian anywhere) to have not seen it. I originally was planning on it--I was one of the most excited to hear about it back when the news first came out...then came the controversy...then the hype...then the mass mobilization of Christian forces to turn the poor movie into a social phenomenon...and suddenly, I find myself not so very excited after all. Furthermore, I hear that it's extremely gory and emotionally excruciating (English-type people will note the pun...) so I'm not sure that I want to put myself through that, even for the exquisite filming that I've heard so much about. After all, I was sick all night after seeing The Hours on the bigscreen, and this promises to be a lot more intense than that. Maybe I'll see it when it comes out on video.
At any rate, it rather annoys me when I see all these churches with "See The Passion of the Christ" up on their reader boards, buying up entire shows for their parishioners, and taking possession of this movie despite the fact that it wasn't made by them or for them. It seems to me that these same people would have been rabid towards Mel Gibson if he had portrayed a Christ that was in any way different from their conception of Him. In any case, I'm pretty sure that it's just a movie, not a message from God or an instrument of revival; perhaps it will make people feel something, but in most cases it will probably be no more than the impact of The Shawshank Redemption or Schindler's List.
I wrote an letter to the editor of The Crusader today in response to a letter written about the feminist issue. It's hard to write editorials because you have to anticipate every negative response to your argument and try to address it in the first place, which can make you sound somewhat wordy or else paranoid. I showed it to Dr. Gismondi and he liked it, but suggested that I take out a certain sarcastic comment in parentheses. That's the other hard part about editorials: biting your tongue when you have a the perfect acerbic barb. He was right though... Darn it!
On a lighter note, it seems I have finally developed a taste for regular, brewed coffee. I was beginning to think it would never happen, that I would be stuck paying for $4 drinks for the rest of my life, but the other night I was at the Cafe de Paris in Boise, where they don't have espresso, and so, needing something to go with my chocolate cake, I ordered coffee and liked it (with a lot of cream and sugar.) This is something of a lifesaver, since I no longer have to consider every study trip to OMC a kiss goodbye to my spending money. I can get a 16oz coffee for less than $2 with a refill, and save the Vanilla Viennese with no foam for special occasions. And it's spring. Life is good.
Now, moving on to more important things...regarding The Passion, I think I may be the very last person at NNU (perhaps the last Christian anywhere) to have not seen it. I originally was planning on it--I was one of the most excited to hear about it back when the news first came out...then came the controversy...then the hype...then the mass mobilization of Christian forces to turn the poor movie into a social phenomenon...and suddenly, I find myself not so very excited after all. Furthermore, I hear that it's extremely gory and emotionally excruciating (English-type people will note the pun...) so I'm not sure that I want to put myself through that, even for the exquisite filming that I've heard so much about. After all, I was sick all night after seeing The Hours on the bigscreen, and this promises to be a lot more intense than that. Maybe I'll see it when it comes out on video.
At any rate, it rather annoys me when I see all these churches with "See The Passion of the Christ" up on their reader boards, buying up entire shows for their parishioners, and taking possession of this movie despite the fact that it wasn't made by them or for them. It seems to me that these same people would have been rabid towards Mel Gibson if he had portrayed a Christ that was in any way different from their conception of Him. In any case, I'm pretty sure that it's just a movie, not a message from God or an instrument of revival; perhaps it will make people feel something, but in most cases it will probably be no more than the impact of The Shawshank Redemption or Schindler's List.
I wrote an letter to the editor of The Crusader today in response to a letter written about the feminist issue. It's hard to write editorials because you have to anticipate every negative response to your argument and try to address it in the first place, which can make you sound somewhat wordy or else paranoid. I showed it to Dr. Gismondi and he liked it, but suggested that I take out a certain sarcastic comment in parentheses. That's the other hard part about editorials: biting your tongue when you have a the perfect acerbic barb. He was right though... Darn it!
On a lighter note, it seems I have finally developed a taste for regular, brewed coffee. I was beginning to think it would never happen, that I would be stuck paying for $4 drinks for the rest of my life, but the other night I was at the Cafe de Paris in Boise, where they don't have espresso, and so, needing something to go with my chocolate cake, I ordered coffee and liked it (with a lot of cream and sugar.) This is something of a lifesaver, since I no longer have to consider every study trip to OMC a kiss goodbye to my spending money. I can get a 16oz coffee for less than $2 with a refill, and save the Vanilla Viennese with no foam for special occasions. And it's spring. Life is good.
Labels: Christian sub-culture, coffee, meta-blogging, movies
0 commentsSunday, March 07, 2004
Spring Firsts
Today, on the first really warm day of spring, I got my first sunburn of the season. I cannot express how happy this makes me. I spent three hours at a little table outside Starbucks (much to the amusement of the barista) drinking coffee and reading Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Annie Dillard. At first, I was a little cold because of the wind, but then it calmed down and I got delightfully warm--at one point almost uncomfortably so, but I couldn't bring myself to pull one of the umbrellas to shade me and certainly not to go inside. I have been hungering and thirsting for sunshine so desperately this winter that I was determined to gorge myself on it today.
I also bought my first spring clothes today: a pair of capris, two t-shirts, and a pair of flip-flops (or "dressy sandals" as we, the Brit Lit crowd, are calling them) from Old Navy. I love the firsts of spring because of what you know is coming: barbeques, swimming in lakes and rivers, shorts, sundresses, long warm evenings, beautiful dawns, popsicles, rollerblading adventures, strawberries, flowers blooming, sunglasses, watermelon, camping trips, leafy trees, warmth and life and happiness. I haven't been this happy or hopeful about life for months. No wonder people used to worship the sun.
I also bought my first spring clothes today: a pair of capris, two t-shirts, and a pair of flip-flops (or "dressy sandals" as we, the Brit Lit crowd, are calling them) from Old Navy. I love the firsts of spring because of what you know is coming: barbeques, swimming in lakes and rivers, shorts, sundresses, long warm evenings, beautiful dawns, popsicles, rollerblading adventures, strawberries, flowers blooming, sunglasses, watermelon, camping trips, leafy trees, warmth and life and happiness. I haven't been this happy or hopeful about life for months. No wonder people used to worship the sun.
Labels: summer
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