Today our parents have been married twenty-four years!
Happy anniversary, Daddy and Mommy.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Saturday, June 04, 2005
well...
I put myself on sick leave yesterday. After five days, my sore throat finally decided to upgrade to full cold status Wednesday. Thursday night I was in bed by 11 and up by 7:30, and two hours of sleep were in there.... somewhere... last night at nine hours was a great improvement.
Anyway, I needed a book to pull me out of myself, and settled on Michael Crichton's Andromeda Strain (hey - somebody else who comes up with the title before the book). Keyword for me was sterilization, more interesting since we've become a very germ-conscious family. Just like Congo, this one was full of impersonal computers and technology, and of course, that annoying ubiquitous "data". Kind of funny to read about computers in the pre-digital age. Anyway, the book became palatable once I realized that the psychological element would once again kick in. Hall in Andromeda Strain as Ross in Congo, two people chosen for their respective teams due to a computer's analyzing their personality and psychology. Ridiculous, but as long as humans triumph over technology, I don't really care. When I got to the end, I thought, "I've been duped." What was the point of the book again? Great authors can do that to you. Just so you know that it was my idea first.
Haven't yet read Jurassic Park. Its powers over me will be weaker after the movie. Still can't believe I wanted to watch that... although, I'd almost do it again, just out of sheer fascination over being that terrified.
Anyway, I was very proud of reading an entire book (269 pages) in almost 24 hours.
And if you think this post is poorly written, you win. But I ain't taking more time. Sleep is extremely precious.
Anyway, I needed a book to pull me out of myself, and settled on Michael Crichton's Andromeda Strain (hey - somebody else who comes up with the title before the book). Keyword for me was sterilization, more interesting since we've become a very germ-conscious family. Just like Congo, this one was full of impersonal computers and technology, and of course, that annoying ubiquitous "data". Kind of funny to read about computers in the pre-digital age. Anyway, the book became palatable once I realized that the psychological element would once again kick in. Hall in Andromeda Strain as Ross in Congo, two people chosen for their respective teams due to a computer's analyzing their personality and psychology. Ridiculous, but as long as humans triumph over technology, I don't really care. When I got to the end, I thought, "I've been duped." What was the point of the book again? Great authors can do that to you. Just so you know that it was my idea first.
Haven't yet read Jurassic Park. Its powers over me will be weaker after the movie. Still can't believe I wanted to watch that... although, I'd almost do it again, just out of sheer fascination over being that terrified.
Anyway, I was very proud of reading an entire book (269 pages) in almost 24 hours.
And if you think this post is poorly written, you win. But I ain't taking more time. Sleep is extremely precious.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
Psalm 90
Psalm 90
A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.
Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were born
Or You gave birth to the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.
You turn man back into dust
And say, "Return, O children of men."
For a thousand years in Your sight
Are like yesterday when it passes by,
Or as a watch in the night.
You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;
In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.
In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew;
Toward evening it fades and withers away.
For we have been consumed by Your anger
And by Your wrath we have been dismayed.
You have placed our iniquities before You,
Our secret sins in the light of Your presence.
For all our days have declined in Your fury;
We have finished our years like a sigh.
As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years,
Or if due to strength, eighty years,
Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow;
For soon it is gone and we fly away.
Who understands the power of Your anger
And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?
So teach us to number our days,
That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.
Do return, O Lord; how long will it be?
And be sorry for Your servants.
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness,
That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us,
And the years we have seen evil.
Let Your work appear to Your servants
And Your majesty to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us;
And confirm for us the work of our hands;
Yes, confirm the work of our hands.
A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.
Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were born
Or You gave birth to the earth and the world,
Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.
You turn man back into dust
And say, "Return, O children of men."
For a thousand years in Your sight
Are like yesterday when it passes by,
Or as a watch in the night.
You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;
In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.
In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew;
Toward evening it fades and withers away.
For we have been consumed by Your anger
And by Your wrath we have been dismayed.
You have placed our iniquities before You,
Our secret sins in the light of Your presence.
For all our days have declined in Your fury;
We have finished our years like a sigh.
As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years,
Or if due to strength, eighty years,
Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow;
For soon it is gone and we fly away.
Who understands the power of Your anger
And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?
So teach us to number our days,
That we may present to You a heart of wisdom.
Do return, O Lord; how long will it be?
And be sorry for Your servants.
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness,
That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us,
And the years we have seen evil.
Let Your work appear to Your servants
And Your majesty to their children.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us;
And confirm for us the work of our hands;
Yes, confirm the work of our hands.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Ganz verblüffender!
Suddenly the Andromeda Galaxy has tripled its size! Bet you didn't think the galaxy was expanding that fast, right?
Actually, it's just a halo of 3000 extra stars that French scientists (aided by an Hawaiian telescope) have determined to be moving with the Andromeda Galaxy. But we could see a lot more expansion if other spiral galaxies work the same way.
So eine verblüffendere Entdeckung, nicht wahr?
Such an amazing discovery, isn't it?
Isn't that a lovely word... verblüffender! Means amazing or puzzling.
Actually, it's just a halo of 3000 extra stars that French scientists (aided by an Hawaiian telescope) have determined to be moving with the Andromeda Galaxy. But we could see a lot more expansion if other spiral galaxies work the same way.
So eine verblüffendere Entdeckung, nicht wahr?
Such an amazing discovery, isn't it?
Isn't that a lovely word... verblüffender! Means amazing or puzzling.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Doublethink
Reading Natan Sharansky's The Case for Democracy, I was struck by the following excerpt (page 49) concerning German writer Leon Feuchtwanger's visit to the Soviet Union in 1937:
At the height of Stalin's repressions, when nearly the entire Soviet population was living in utter terror, Feuchtwanger offered readers in the West his impressions of the public mood:
At the height of Stalin's repressions, when nearly the entire Soviet population was living in utter terror, Feuchtwanger offered readers in the West his impressions of the public mood:
Though from time to time they criticize a minor short-coming, all the people whom I met, even those whom I met by chance, who could not have been prepared for a discussion with me, all agreed with the existing [Stalinist] system. All the vast city of Moscow was brimming with satisfaction and consent, and even more than this, happiness.
I won't pretend to be smarter than I am. I didn't know what doublethink was before reading this book. Doublethink, in the above case, would be Soviet people agreeing with the Stalinist system because they were terrified of it.
I won't pretend to be smarter than I am. I didn't know what doublethink was before reading this book. Doublethink, in the above case, would be Soviet people agreeing with the Stalinist system because they were terrified of it.
Memorial Day
May I ask you to honor the White House Memorandum for the National Moment of Remembrance?
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Sunday's reading
I was looking through a Vision Forum Family Catalog today. Here's the VisionForum website and its mission statement, if you want some background.
The heading "The Biblical Family Now and Forever!" caught my eye, so I read on...
Praise ye the LORD. Blessed is the man that feareth the LORD, that delighteth greatly in his commandments. His seed shall be mighty upon earth: the generation of the upright shall be blessed. . . . He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD. His heart is established, he shall not be afraid, until he see his desire upon his enemies. . . . The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away. (Psalm 112:1-2, 7-8, 10)
Following these selected quotes is an extended and triumphant declaration regarding the "biblical family - now and forever!"
I did take the liberty of looking up Psalm 112, and I don't see it referring to said "biblical family", but rather the upright man.
The author (Doug Phillips) later comments, "I am reminded that teaching my children the way of Christ 'is not a vain thing; because it is [my] life.' (Deut. 32:47)"
Deuteronomy 32:46-47 reads in full: he [Moses] said to them, "Take to your heart all the words with which I am warning you today, which you shall command your sons to observe carefully, even all the words of this law. For it is not an idle word for you; indeed it is your life. And by this word you will prolong your days in the land, which you are about to cross the Jordan to possess."
Perhaps I'm just nit-picking. But the "life" these verses refer to seems to be God's Word, not teaching one's children "the way of Christ".
Please don't misunderstand me. I rejoice that Vision Forum so ardently supports the God-ordained institution of family. I just think they could make their case without misquoting Scripture. Or perhaps alter their case slightly? It seems to me that "now and forever" best applies to God and His Word, unless they are extending their definition of "biblical family" beyond earthly families.
What really disturbed me was discovering that the most exciting toy in the girls' catalog was a mere top, while the boys were offered The Zip Line: The Next Best Thing to Flying. Okay, so I know life isn't fair, but you could never get me near a top if the boys were outside soaring around on a Zip Line... and I'm pretty sure I speak for all my sisters!
The heading "The Biblical Family Now and Forever!" caught my eye, so I read on...
Praise ye the LORD. Blessed is the man that feareth the LORD, that delighteth greatly in his commandments. His seed shall be mighty upon earth: the generation of the upright shall be blessed. . . . He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in the LORD. His heart is established, he shall not be afraid, until he see his desire upon his enemies. . . . The wicked shall see it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away. (Psalm 112:1-2, 7-8, 10)
Following these selected quotes is an extended and triumphant declaration regarding the "biblical family - now and forever!"
I did take the liberty of looking up Psalm 112, and I don't see it referring to said "biblical family", but rather the upright man.
The author (Doug Phillips) later comments, "I am reminded that teaching my children the way of Christ 'is not a vain thing; because it is [my] life.' (Deut. 32:47)"
Deuteronomy 32:46-47 reads in full: he [Moses] said to them, "Take to your heart all the words with which I am warning you today, which you shall command your sons to observe carefully, even all the words of this law. For it is not an idle word for you; indeed it is your life. And by this word you will prolong your days in the land, which you are about to cross the Jordan to possess."
Perhaps I'm just nit-picking. But the "life" these verses refer to seems to be God's Word, not teaching one's children "the way of Christ".
Please don't misunderstand me. I rejoice that Vision Forum so ardently supports the God-ordained institution of family. I just think they could make their case without misquoting Scripture. Or perhaps alter their case slightly? It seems to me that "now and forever" best applies to God and His Word, unless they are extending their definition of "biblical family" beyond earthly families.
What really disturbed me was discovering that the most exciting toy in the girls' catalog was a mere top, while the boys were offered The Zip Line: The Next Best Thing to Flying. Okay, so I know life isn't fair, but you could never get me near a top if the boys were outside soaring around on a Zip Line... and I'm pretty sure I speak for all my sisters!
Overwhelmingly
Not surprisingly, the French said, "Non."
For French readers, Le Monde has all the coverage you could want and more: a special European Constitution edition, sporting a lovely red, red, and blue map, plus the entire European Constitution presently attempting ratification, if you're that ambitious.
For English readers, here is one article from BBC.
For French readers, Le Monde has all the coverage you could want and more: a special European Constitution edition, sporting a lovely red, red, and blue map, plus the entire European Constitution presently attempting ratification, if you're that ambitious.
For English readers, here is one article from BBC.
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Good things
This has been a lovely end-of-the-week!
-- Daddy taught me how to mix and lay down cement. This is fun, although a little hard on the knees.
-- Jason and Kendra and Derek and I watched Shrek II last night. I prefer Shrek I, but Number II had its great moments... my personal favorite was when Prince Charming whipped his hair around (on entering the castle to look for Princess Fiona). Face it, laughing is just plain fun, but especially laughing at characters who deserve it, and most especially arrogant guys!
-- Ardith dropped by today, supposedly to pick up her new mattress, but we all know she really wanted to check her email. And now, finally, she's back online with a superb DSL connection, reportedly three times faster than ours! I can feel her enjoying it right now.
-- I am drinking Bigelow's Constant Comment Tea... for the uninitiated, this is black tea "deliciously flavored with rind of oranges and sweet spice". Mmmmm. And looking forward to reading French online, as I did last night, and the night before that... mmmm.
May God bless your Sunday.
-- Daddy taught me how to mix and lay down cement. This is fun, although a little hard on the knees.
-- Jason and Kendra and Derek and I watched Shrek II last night. I prefer Shrek I, but Number II had its great moments... my personal favorite was when Prince Charming whipped his hair around (on entering the castle to look for Princess Fiona). Face it, laughing is just plain fun, but especially laughing at characters who deserve it, and most especially arrogant guys!
-- Ardith dropped by today, supposedly to pick up her new mattress, but we all know she really wanted to check her email. And now, finally, she's back online with a superb DSL connection, reportedly three times faster than ours! I can feel her enjoying it right now.
-- I am drinking Bigelow's Constant Comment Tea... for the uninitiated, this is black tea "deliciously flavored with rind of oranges and sweet spice". Mmmmm. And looking forward to reading French online, as I did last night, and the night before that... mmmm.
May God bless your Sunday.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Terrorism and the French
Le Monde held an interview with Pierre de Bousquet, head of France's territorial surveillance, which included the following exchange:
You speak of the "adversary" where the Americans speak of the "enemy". Is the concept of "the war against terror" inapplicable in Europe?
Our response is judiciary, not military. To compare the antiterrorist struggle to a war increases the risks, for it gives the terrorists extra acknowledgement and rumor. Recourse to immoderate force fuels resentment and hate against democracies. In this respect, the Guantanamo dentention camp has doubtless been counterproductive, by rallying to our adversaries' cause individuals who indentified themselves with their Islamic brothers - brothers apparently chained and taken outside of all legal framework.
You speak of the "adversary" where the Americans speak of the "enemy". Is the concept of "the war against terror" inapplicable in Europe?
Our response is judiciary, not military. To compare the antiterrorist struggle to a war increases the risks, for it gives the terrorists extra acknowledgement and rumor. Recourse to immoderate force fuels resentment and hate against democracies. In this respect, the Guantanamo dentention camp has doubtless been counterproductive, by rallying to our adversaries' cause individuals who indentified themselves with their Islamic brothers - brothers apparently chained and taken outside of all legal framework.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Time
Everyone knows that big arguments are over little things. Our family has two camps: the Analog Camp and the Digital Camp. Let's defer to the opposition. The DC is mostly guys who think all watches, alarm clocks, and other public displays of time should be digital. The AC is mostly girls who prefer the analog format.
Now I'm definitely in the AC camp. A clock face helps me visualize time and where I am in it. But I began to wonder... is this because my mind sees time analogously? No.
(If you have ever tried to translate your mental processes into language, you will be kind)
"Time, like an ever-rolling stream..." Let's try that again - Time, like an ever-rolling strip of white tape, on which the times are all digitally entered, begins with 1:00 (A.M. or P.M.) and runs up an inclined plane to 12:00, only to drop off more sharply and begin at 1:00 again. Picture running up the triangle's hyptonuse and falling off the shortest side. This is (very roughly) how time appears to my brain. Analog and digital processes following alarmingly mathematical patterns to attempt reconciling time's infinity with my finite mind.
I'd be very interested to hear how your mind sees time.
Now I'm definitely in the AC camp. A clock face helps me visualize time and where I am in it. But I began to wonder... is this because my mind sees time analogously? No.
(If you have ever tried to translate your mental processes into language, you will be kind)
"Time, like an ever-rolling stream..." Let's try that again - Time, like an ever-rolling strip of white tape, on which the times are all digitally entered, begins with 1:00 (A.M. or P.M.) and runs up an inclined plane to 12:00, only to drop off more sharply and begin at 1:00 again. Picture running up the triangle's hyptonuse and falling off the shortest side. This is (very roughly) how time appears to my brain. Analog and digital processes following alarmingly mathematical patterns to attempt reconciling time's infinity with my finite mind.
I'd be very interested to hear how your mind sees time.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Wheee!
This is so much fun, it deserves its own post!
I am very lucky - ah, blessed. My computer's crashed! Which means, of course, that I get to recline out here on the living room carpet, using Daddy's wireless keyboard and mouse to surf the Web on our new entertainment center... complete with widescreen monitor.
My sympathies to all you computer desk prisoners.
I am very lucky - ah, blessed. My computer's crashed! Which means, of course, that I get to recline out here on the living room carpet, using Daddy's wireless keyboard and mouse to surf the Web on our new entertainment center... complete with widescreen monitor.
My sympathies to all you computer desk prisoners.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
All growed up
Today some of us drove down with Ardith and her stuff to help her move it all in. She's happily settling into her Cedar Rapids apartment.
By the way. Ardith is the best sister ever.
By the way. Ardith is the best sister ever.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Weekend entertainment
Friday and Saturday night -- Jason and I watched Gods and Generals. Ardith attempted to watch it with us, but the slow battles scenes finally drove her off.
I was trying to decide whether the acting was overdone or underdone... then we hit our first battle, and suddenly two lines of men were charging at each other. Why? Men were dying. Why? Each side prayed for God's aid. Why? Yes, I know that sounds naive and stale. This film's war was different from modern war, when the enemy is often in a tank or bunker. Different from Lord of the Rings war, where men are fighting orcs. To me, this film's war = men killing each other till one side loses more. Horrible.
Saturday evening -- Ardith and I went out for supper and then hastily grabbed a parking place and our Star Wars tickets. We both enjoyed it. My condensed evaluation: somewhat weak acting and plot line, excellent visual effects. For me, a visually decent film is good enough, because I don't watch movies; I live them. Did make me cry.
Currently reading That Hideous Strength, some of my favorite lines:
" 'Hope not for minde in women; at their best
Sweetness and wit, they are but Mummy possest.' " (p. 16)
John Donne's entire poem is here. Don't ask me to explain it. But that quote is funny!
" 'That's why Camilla and I got married,' said Denniston as they drove off. 'We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It's a useful taste if one lives in England.' " (p. 113)
I was trying to decide whether the acting was overdone or underdone... then we hit our first battle, and suddenly two lines of men were charging at each other. Why? Men were dying. Why? Each side prayed for God's aid. Why? Yes, I know that sounds naive and stale. This film's war was different from modern war, when the enemy is often in a tank or bunker. Different from Lord of the Rings war, where men are fighting orcs. To me, this film's war = men killing each other till one side loses more. Horrible.
Saturday evening -- Ardith and I went out for supper and then hastily grabbed a parking place and our Star Wars tickets. We both enjoyed it. My condensed evaluation: somewhat weak acting and plot line, excellent visual effects. For me, a visually decent film is good enough, because I don't watch movies; I live them. Did make me cry.
Currently reading That Hideous Strength, some of my favorite lines:
" 'Hope not for minde in women; at their best
Sweetness and wit, they are but Mummy possest.' " (p. 16)
John Donne's entire poem is here. Don't ask me to explain it. But that quote is funny!
" 'That's why Camilla and I got married,' said Denniston as they drove off. 'We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It's a useful taste if one lives in England.' " (p. 113)
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Forward to the Past
Sorry I haven't been posting more regularly. If one has a blog and expects others to read it, seems only fair for said one to keep it up. Please don't think I leave posts up for days because I think they're worth multiple readings and comment watches. Please don't think I'm lazy. Please just think I must be busy.
For those of you who are into Star Wars! - here's something fun: reviews of the original Star Wars movies (plus the newer ones). New York Times has had this section up all week... but in case you haven't read them yet, here are some teasers...
Star Wars [A New Hope]
"I have a particular fondness for the look of the interior of a gigantic satellite called the Death Star, a place full of the kind of waste space one finds today only in old Fifth Avenue mansions and public libraries." -- Vincent Canby, 5/26/77
The Empire Strikes Back
"The first film's off-handed gags have virtually been cast in bronze; the comic shabbiness of all the space gadgetry, for example, has been expanded from a casual giggle to a full-scale running gag." -- Janet Maslin, 5/21/80
Return of the Jedi
"Does Princess Leia do her own hair or does she pay someone to make it look that way?... Will Darth Vader sacrifice his only begotten son so that evil might triumph? And, speaking of Vader, when he takes off his mask, what is underneath? James Earl Jones? David Prowse? A cantaloupe?" -- Vincent Canby, 5/25/83
Definitely funny to see Canby's first hopeful review slide into cynicism six years later!
While I'm at it, may as well throw these in for free...
The Phantom Menace
"... Anakin seems to be here mostly to try out the film's many toys. Only in the bland conception of Anakin is "The Phantom Menace" really undermined by its own innate boyishness. There's no hint of the future in him, though the audience knows this is one high-pitched voice that's really going to change." -- Janet Maslin, 5/19/99
Attack of the Clones
"But where are the clones? Send in the clones! Patience, young Jedi. They're already here, on a distant, storm-tossed planet, waiting for their big climactic battle scene. First, however, you must attend to the political turmoil that threatens the stability of the republic." -- A. O. Scott, 5/10/02
You may need to sign up online in order to access these (and other New York Times) articles. Only costs five minutes.
For those of you who are into Star Wars! - here's something fun: reviews of the original Star Wars movies (plus the newer ones). New York Times has had this section up all week... but in case you haven't read them yet, here are some teasers...
Star Wars [A New Hope]
"I have a particular fondness for the look of the interior of a gigantic satellite called the Death Star, a place full of the kind of waste space one finds today only in old Fifth Avenue mansions and public libraries." -- Vincent Canby, 5/26/77
The Empire Strikes Back
"The first film's off-handed gags have virtually been cast in bronze; the comic shabbiness of all the space gadgetry, for example, has been expanded from a casual giggle to a full-scale running gag." -- Janet Maslin, 5/21/80
Return of the Jedi
"Does Princess Leia do her own hair or does she pay someone to make it look that way?... Will Darth Vader sacrifice his only begotten son so that evil might triumph? And, speaking of Vader, when he takes off his mask, what is underneath? James Earl Jones? David Prowse? A cantaloupe?" -- Vincent Canby, 5/25/83
Definitely funny to see Canby's first hopeful review slide into cynicism six years later!
While I'm at it, may as well throw these in for free...
The Phantom Menace
"... Anakin seems to be here mostly to try out the film's many toys. Only in the bland conception of Anakin is "The Phantom Menace" really undermined by its own innate boyishness. There's no hint of the future in him, though the audience knows this is one high-pitched voice that's really going to change." -- Janet Maslin, 5/19/99
Attack of the Clones
"But where are the clones? Send in the clones! Patience, young Jedi. They're already here, on a distant, storm-tossed planet, waiting for their big climactic battle scene. First, however, you must attend to the political turmoil that threatens the stability of the republic." -- A. O. Scott, 5/10/02
You may need to sign up online in order to access these (and other New York Times) articles. Only costs five minutes.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
It was a Dark and Quiet Saturday Night...
3:30 A.M.
Two college alumnae slept.
3:31 A.M.
Into their sweet slumber broke a
BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
pulling the younger out of her dream, a sound she'd come to hear with the same nostalgic familiarity as the summer cricket concerts, crickets maintaining monotone and distinctively dragging Gregorian chants on just those two or three discordant tones which pierce to the dividing of slumber and sleeplessness... only this time she realized, heart sinking, this time the
... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
had no intention of stopping - as it usually did - the whole reason she looked back on the cricket chants with decidedly nostalgic familiarity. She stumbled out of bed to try the only measure she knew, which was pressing the plug-in behind the device to make sure it was securely plugged. But unfortunately, this did not stop the
... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
as it usually did. In horror she realized the terrible struggle for power then taking place within the device. For the device was a Uninterruptible Power Supply responsible for maintaining the residence's Wireless Internet Connection through power outages. This room, the scene of the piercingly present
... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
and underneath, the distressingly pre-digital and archaic sound of the UPS attempting to regain power, archaic due to its extremely loud
CLICK-click... CLICK-click...
no, this room was not a bedroom, despite the cleverly suggestive furnishings... the bunkbed, the twin bed, the two dressers and closetful of girls' clothes, the large mirror and the shoe rack...no, this room was the house's Central Processing Unit, and the girl stumbled out of bed not to quiet the device but to preserve the all-important Wireless Connection. Unhappily, her efforts failed... she dropped back into bed... the UPS continued its struggle alone...
...BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
undergirded by the
... CLICK-click... CLICK-click...
...and finally won. Its guardian relaxed into the peace of a once more silent and dark room, dark except for the rythmically flashing lights that signaled a newly smooth wireless connection, and between those green flashes
flash... flash... flash...
considered that the BEEPs must not have been at a volume high enough to wake the ten other sleeping residents on the floor, as there was no stumbling rush of groggily panicked computer addicts... the green lights flashed on
flash... flash... flash...
and she fell back into dreams... dreams which she would distinctly remember on waking the next morning, and thereafter distinctly try to forget.
Two college alumnae slept.
3:31 A.M.
Into their sweet slumber broke a
BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
pulling the younger out of her dream, a sound she'd come to hear with the same nostalgic familiarity as the summer cricket concerts, crickets maintaining monotone and distinctively dragging Gregorian chants on just those two or three discordant tones which pierce to the dividing of slumber and sleeplessness... only this time she realized, heart sinking, this time the
... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
had no intention of stopping - as it usually did - the whole reason she looked back on the cricket chants with decidedly nostalgic familiarity. She stumbled out of bed to try the only measure she knew, which was pressing the plug-in behind the device to make sure it was securely plugged. But unfortunately, this did not stop the
... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
as it usually did. In horror she realized the terrible struggle for power then taking place within the device. For the device was a Uninterruptible Power Supply responsible for maintaining the residence's Wireless Internet Connection through power outages. This room, the scene of the piercingly present
... BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
and underneath, the distressingly pre-digital and archaic sound of the UPS attempting to regain power, archaic due to its extremely loud
CLICK-click... CLICK-click...
no, this room was not a bedroom, despite the cleverly suggestive furnishings... the bunkbed, the twin bed, the two dressers and closetful of girls' clothes, the large mirror and the shoe rack...no, this room was the house's Central Processing Unit, and the girl stumbled out of bed not to quiet the device but to preserve the all-important Wireless Connection. Unhappily, her efforts failed... she dropped back into bed... the UPS continued its struggle alone...
...BEEP... BEEP... BEEP...
undergirded by the
... CLICK-click... CLICK-click...
...and finally won. Its guardian relaxed into the peace of a once more silent and dark room, dark except for the rythmically flashing lights that signaled a newly smooth wireless connection, and between those green flashes
flash... flash... flash...
considered that the BEEPs must not have been at a volume high enough to wake the ten other sleeping residents on the floor, as there was no stumbling rush of groggily panicked computer addicts... the green lights flashed on
flash... flash... flash...
and she fell back into dreams... dreams which she would distinctly remember on waking the next morning, and thereafter distinctly try to forget.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Out of Context, April / May Edition
And the Ides roll around again. Quotes have been scarcer the last couple months. Or maybe I'm just not listening!
Derek: "Be polite and let me go first."
Carolyn (very giggly): "You're crushing me!"
Sharon (also very giggly): "I am-m-m?"
Carolyn: "I'm crushed!"
Ethan: "I know what I was born for! To be loud!"
Ethan: "I'll be there in a minute."
Carolyn: "Okay, I guess I'm King of the Mountain. Bye - - Prince."
Ethan (concerning boys' laundry): "It was 2 feet by 2 feet, compacted--"
Kendra: "Really."
Ethan: "--like 500 clothes in 1 square foot!"
--En route to Texas--
Carolyn (after 10 minutes): "Well, the van seems to be stickin' together."
Jason: "I don't call that a sprawling suburbs. I call that an irresolute housing development."
Derek: "Be polite and let me go first."
Carolyn (very giggly): "You're crushing me!"
Sharon (also very giggly): "I am-m-m?"
Carolyn: "I'm crushed!"
Ethan: "I know what I was born for! To be loud!"
Ethan: "I'll be there in a minute."
Carolyn: "Okay, I guess I'm King of the Mountain. Bye - - Prince."
Ethan (concerning boys' laundry): "It was 2 feet by 2 feet, compacted--"
Kendra: "Really."
Ethan: "--like 500 clothes in 1 square foot!"
--En route to Texas--
Carolyn (after 10 minutes): "Well, the van seems to be stickin' together."
Jason: "I don't call that a sprawling suburbs. I call that an irresolute housing development."
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Back at it
Oh yes, we're definitely back. Most of the way. My muscles are sore from all the exercise they got on the 9-hour drive from Oklahoma to here... that is, jaw muscles from beef jerky.
I could write an extremely long post about the trip, which I'm sure would bore you, so I'll just hit the high points:
-- Announcing the graduation of A.A.H.! The First Child has made it!
-- You thought "Scattergories" was fun if you played it traditionally? We and our cousins came up with a great new version.
That's all I feel like typing tonight, since I typed a long email earlier. However, I did read this article in U.S. News & World Report. It's encouraging to consider that relativism cannot erase man's innate longing to know God.
I could write an extremely long post about the trip, which I'm sure would bore you, so I'll just hit the high points:
-- Announcing the graduation of A.A.H.! The First Child has made it!
-- You thought "Scattergories" was fun if you played it traditionally? We and our cousins came up with a great new version.
That's all I feel like typing tonight, since I typed a long email earlier. However, I did read this article in U.S. News & World Report. It's encouraging to consider that relativism cannot erase man's innate longing to know God.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Spring means flowers and bunnies
Before leaving, and to celebrate spring and Ardith's graduation, I thought you might enjoy these three different views of our budding orchard, from west to east, each shot beautifully balanced.
In the first, a dainty little cherry tree against dead corn stubble.
In the second, looking down the orchard to the old blue van and the unfinished garage.
In the third, two blossoming cherry trees with just a hint of burnpile beyond.
And here's The Bunny-Boy. Aww, you don't want to chase this little guy away, do you?
In the first, a dainty little cherry tree against dead corn stubble.
In the second, looking down the orchard to the old blue van and the unfinished garage.
In the third, two blossoming cherry trees with just a hint of burnpile beyond.
And here's The Bunny-Boy. Aww, you don't want to chase this little guy away, do you?
Sunday, May 01, 2005
C.S.L.
Heh heh. Guess that quote was confusing - sounded more like a devotional than science fiction.
"All His biddings are joys" is from C. S. Lewis's Perelandra, second book in his space trilogy.
C. S. Lewis keeps making comments that halt my mind. Here are a few.
It was not really like a woman making much of a horse, nor yet a child playing with a puppy. There was in her face an authority, in her caresses a condescension, which by taking seriously the inferiority of her adorers made them somehow less inferior -- raised them from the status of pets to that of slaves. (p. 65)
"I thought," she said, "that I was carried in the will of Him I love, but now I see that I walk with it. I thought that the good things He sent me drew me into them as the waves lift the islands; but now I see that it is I who plunge into them with my own legs and arms, as when we go swimming. I feel as if I were living in that roofless world of yours where men walk undefended beneath naked heaven. It is a delight with terror in it! One's own self to be walking from one good to another, walking beside Him as Himself may walk, not even holding hands. How has He made me so separate from Himself? How did it enter His mind to conceive such a thing? The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths -- but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path." (pp. 69-70)
"The world leaps forward through great men and greatness always transcends mere moralism." (p. 95)
. . . and then, sweeter than all, the suggestion that he had been brought there not to do anything but only as a spectator or a witness. (p. 107)
The last one I understand now, not just mentally, but experientially. God's why is usually beyond me. But I wonder less, when I think that perhaps He means for me to sit and watch instead of doing.
"All His biddings are joys" is from C. S. Lewis's Perelandra, second book in his space trilogy.
C. S. Lewis keeps making comments that halt my mind. Here are a few.
It was not really like a woman making much of a horse, nor yet a child playing with a puppy. There was in her face an authority, in her caresses a condescension, which by taking seriously the inferiority of her adorers made them somehow less inferior -- raised them from the status of pets to that of slaves. (p. 65)
"I thought," she said, "that I was carried in the will of Him I love, but now I see that I walk with it. I thought that the good things He sent me drew me into them as the waves lift the islands; but now I see that it is I who plunge into them with my own legs and arms, as when we go swimming. I feel as if I were living in that roofless world of yours where men walk undefended beneath naked heaven. It is a delight with terror in it! One's own self to be walking from one good to another, walking beside Him as Himself may walk, not even holding hands. How has He made me so separate from Himself? How did it enter His mind to conceive such a thing? The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths -- but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path." (pp. 69-70)
"The world leaps forward through great men and greatness always transcends mere moralism." (p. 95)
. . . and then, sweeter than all, the suggestion that he had been brought there not to do anything but only as a spectator or a witness. (p. 107)
The last one I understand now, not just mentally, but experientially. God's why is usually beyond me. But I wonder less, when I think that perhaps He means for me to sit and watch instead of doing.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Lit. quiz
I can't wait till the trip. Just think - all that time to read! Of course, this week I was too busy making the usual girly vacation preparations, i.e. insulating the first-floor addition windows and discovering Madame Raccoon & Co.'s breezeway residence. [Update: Mme. apparently entered by climbing up 8 feet of plywood]
So today I picked up a book... first time in several weeks, I think.
"... all His biddings are joys."
Anybody want to guess the book and author?
So today I picked up a book... first time in several weeks, I think.
"... all His biddings are joys."
Anybody want to guess the book and author?
Friday, April 29, 2005
Putin visits the Middle East
Read it in French or read it in English, Vladimir Putin is offering aid to the Palestianians.
"Nous allons offrir une aide logistique, des équipements et de l'entretaînement à l'Autorité palestinienne." (Le Monde)
"We will give the Palestinian Authority technical help by sending equipment, training people. We will give the Palestinian authority helicopters and also communication equipment." (BBC)
Furthermore, Putin hopes to host an international conference on Middle Eastern peace in Moscow this fall (see above articles). Not everyone is cheering the idea. Putin's Russia is developing at the same time as Middle Eastern events.
"Nous allons offrir une aide logistique, des équipements et de l'entretaînement à l'Autorité palestinienne." (Le Monde)
"We will give the Palestinian Authority technical help by sending equipment, training people. We will give the Palestinian authority helicopters and also communication equipment." (BBC)
Furthermore, Putin hopes to host an international conference on Middle Eastern peace in Moscow this fall (see above articles). Not everyone is cheering the idea. Putin's Russia is developing at the same time as Middle Eastern events.
Monday, April 25, 2005
Cornfield Techies
Oh yes. The land of farmers and brilliant scientists.
*America's first satellite carried instruments designed at the University of Iowa.
*Jerold Mathews, an Iowa State Univeristy math teacher, helped Hewlett-Packard develop calculators.
*Iowa State University's John Vincent Atanasoff and assistant Clifford Berry built the world's first electronic digital computer in 1939; Eniac, the first general-purpose computer, was not created till the 1940s.
Of course, we've come a long way. . . Did you know that the computing power of these first models is now surpassed by a digital wristwatch?
--from notes scribbled down at the State Historical Society Museum in Des Moines
*America's first satellite carried instruments designed at the University of Iowa.
*Jerold Mathews, an Iowa State Univeristy math teacher, helped Hewlett-Packard develop calculators.
*Iowa State University's John Vincent Atanasoff and assistant Clifford Berry built the world's first electronic digital computer in 1939; Eniac, the first general-purpose computer, was not created till the 1940s.
Of course, we've come a long way. . . Did you know that the computing power of these first models is now surpassed by a digital wristwatch?
--from notes scribbled down at the State Historical Society Museum in Des Moines
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Warning: Composed after 11:00 P.M.
My few AIM buddies may have noticed I'm not on much anymore. Well, I would be. But I'm too lazy to sign on and think up an away message that will cover the entire day. Have to admit I only read 'the blogworks' about twice a week, except for my family's blogs, of course.
My life right now can be easily reduced to the following equation:
Life = work + sleep + food + study + (miscellaneous other = etc. + etc.)
(in decreasing order of time spent)
While we're discussing equations, maybe you can help me with something. I'm currently working on another one that looks like this:
Get up early + stay up late + get 8 hours of sleep = ???
Any ideas? I'm beginning to suspect that, if we want to make it work, we'll be forced to warp the 24-hour day into something 25+ hours long. Unfortunately, I haven't studied enough relativity theory to find out how to do this, barring the chance expeditious wormhole.
Oh, has anyone heard a new radio ad that goes something like this...
Child: "Mom, I think I'm getting a cold. My throat feels funny."
Mother (peering into child's mouth): "Oh, you don't have a cold, honey! You just have a light coating of fiberglass dust. Don't worry, it's great for your digestion!"
Announcer: "When Metamucil isn't enough - reach for the fiberglass."
Undertone Warning: "Some restrictions for sentient beings may apply."
My life right now can be easily reduced to the following equation:
Life = work + sleep + food + study + (miscellaneous other = etc. + etc.)
(in decreasing order of time spent)
While we're discussing equations, maybe you can help me with something. I'm currently working on another one that looks like this:
Get up early + stay up late + get 8 hours of sleep = ???
Any ideas? I'm beginning to suspect that, if we want to make it work, we'll be forced to warp the 24-hour day into something 25+ hours long. Unfortunately, I haven't studied enough relativity theory to find out how to do this, barring the chance expeditious wormhole.
Oh, has anyone heard a new radio ad that goes something like this...
Child: "Mom, I think I'm getting a cold. My throat feels funny."
Mother (peering into child's mouth): "Oh, you don't have a cold, honey! You just have a light coating of fiberglass dust. Don't worry, it's great for your digestion!"
Announcer: "When Metamucil isn't enough - reach for the fiberglass."
Undertone Warning: "Some restrictions for sentient beings may apply."
Monday, April 18, 2005
Successful Day
Today at Goodwill I found a pair of shoes, two bags, and then six books totaling $1.50:
Schindler's List, Thomas Keneally
The Merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare
Four Comedies: The Tempest; Twelfth Night; A Midsummer Night's Dream; As You Like It, William Shakespeare
The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
At the Back of the North Wind, George MacDonald
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain
Not bad, right? I'm especially glad to finally have The Essential Tolkien Library - The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
Schindler's List, Thomas Keneally
The Merchant of Venice, William Shakespeare
Four Comedies: The Tempest; Twelfth Night; A Midsummer Night's Dream; As You Like It, William Shakespeare
The Silmarillion, J.R.R. Tolkien
At the Back of the North Wind, George MacDonald
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain
Not bad, right? I'm especially glad to finally have The Essential Tolkien Library - The Silmarillion, The Hobbit, and The Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
"Le non"
Who, you may ask, would be stupid enough to start analyzing a French philosophy of politics at 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday evening?
Originally it was Saturday morning, which means I could take my time getting the news, wandering at my own sweet will through the online editions of various foreign newspapers in other languages. For a while Le Monde has been running articles on "the yes vs. the no" debate currently taking place in France, that is, the debate over acceptance of the European Constitutional Treaty. I always enjoy editorials and started this one, only to realize that I really should accomplish some work first. So I saved it to read later. Due to work, 'later' ended up being after 10:00 that night.
I read it twice, first time to understand it, second time to comprehend it - and read it aloud to myself, for the sheer pleasure of speaking French, since the kids had all gone to bed. Out came the gigantic Cassell's French/English dictionary Grandpa sent me several years ago, in an effort to crack that occasional word obstructing my vision.
The editor paints the "yes" and "no" parties effortlessly; a few sentences allow the reader to grasp the present political landscape. The French administration keeps explaining the treaty in an effort to convince the people to vote for it, without considering why they are so decidedly voting against it. A rather scathing criticism of the political structure follows:
"Notre présidentialisme monarchique est la première cause de notre lassitude politique et de notre imprévisibilité électorale." Or, in English, "Our monarchical presidency is the primary cause of our political lassitude and our lack of electoral foresight."
I found that rather interesting.
The editorial concludes by pointing out the substance contained in "the no" - "Ce n'est pas un renoncement, mais un appel." In English, "It is not a renunciation, but rather an appeal [or a call]." To sum up, the author seems to be calling for the elected French officials to begin heeding the people who elected them.
Of course, the article has more to say and says it much better.
In the middle of all this, I was re-amazed to think of all the Internet lets us do... from paying bank bills to building spud guns to reading articles from a Paris newspaper. Incredible!
Originally it was Saturday morning, which means I could take my time getting the news, wandering at my own sweet will through the online editions of various foreign newspapers in other languages. For a while Le Monde has been running articles on "the yes vs. the no" debate currently taking place in France, that is, the debate over acceptance of the European Constitutional Treaty. I always enjoy editorials and started this one, only to realize that I really should accomplish some work first. So I saved it to read later. Due to work, 'later' ended up being after 10:00 that night.
I read it twice, first time to understand it, second time to comprehend it - and read it aloud to myself, for the sheer pleasure of speaking French, since the kids had all gone to bed. Out came the gigantic Cassell's French/English dictionary Grandpa sent me several years ago, in an effort to crack that occasional word obstructing my vision.
The editor paints the "yes" and "no" parties effortlessly; a few sentences allow the reader to grasp the present political landscape. The French administration keeps explaining the treaty in an effort to convince the people to vote for it, without considering why they are so decidedly voting against it. A rather scathing criticism of the political structure follows:
"Notre présidentialisme monarchique est la première cause de notre lassitude politique et de notre imprévisibilité électorale." Or, in English, "Our monarchical presidency is the primary cause of our political lassitude and our lack of electoral foresight."
I found that rather interesting.
The editorial concludes by pointing out the substance contained in "the no" - "Ce n'est pas un renoncement, mais un appel." In English, "It is not a renunciation, but rather an appeal [or a call]." To sum up, the author seems to be calling for the elected French officials to begin heeding the people who elected them.
Of course, the article has more to say and says it much better.
In the middle of all this, I was re-amazed to think of all the Internet lets us do... from paying bank bills to building spud guns to reading articles from a Paris newspaper. Incredible!
Friday, April 15, 2005
The way it goes. . . for some of us
Sometimes my life seems to be an endless series of failures.
-Wednesday, seeing that we needed some groceries and wanting to save gas, I stopped at the J & C in Allison on our way to prayermeeting. Prayermeeting is at 7 p.m. We arrived at the grocery story at 6:30 p.m. The J & C, as I discovered, closes at 6 p.m.
Result? We played on the church swings and merry-go-round for twenty minutes till someone came to unlock the church. The evening was gorgeous and the kids were thrilled!
-Thursday morning, seeing that we had not yet obtained the needed groceries, I drove into Ackley with Nolan. That is, I tried to start the minivan in order to drive, and discovered the battery was dead. I guess I must have left the interior light on last time I drove home from work.
Result? Jason taught me how to jump-start the van, and while we waited for the battery to charge, I burned the trash. In my great skill, however, I managed to miss all the trash bags I had filled while cleaning out the addition.
-Thursday noon, driving in to Ackley, Nolan and I discovered that road work was tying up Highway 20, and we had to wait about ten minutes just to turn on to the road.
Result? Let's see...
We listened to ten more minutes of beautiful music. And I think Nolan learned some patience. At least, he learned that you're not supposed to run down the sign lady who's waiting to give you a Go signal. Oh yes, and we learned a little more local geography by driving home a different way. Now, I think I understand why people used to enjoy going for a Sunday drive!
-Wednesday, seeing that we needed some groceries and wanting to save gas, I stopped at the J & C in Allison on our way to prayermeeting. Prayermeeting is at 7 p.m. We arrived at the grocery story at 6:30 p.m. The J & C, as I discovered, closes at 6 p.m.
Result? We played on the church swings and merry-go-round for twenty minutes till someone came to unlock the church. The evening was gorgeous and the kids were thrilled!
-Thursday morning, seeing that we had not yet obtained the needed groceries, I drove into Ackley with Nolan. That is, I tried to start the minivan in order to drive, and discovered the battery was dead. I guess I must have left the interior light on last time I drove home from work.
Result? Jason taught me how to jump-start the van, and while we waited for the battery to charge, I burned the trash. In my great skill, however, I managed to miss all the trash bags I had filled while cleaning out the addition.
-Thursday noon, driving in to Ackley, Nolan and I discovered that road work was tying up Highway 20, and we had to wait about ten minutes just to turn on to the road.
Result? Let's see...
We listened to ten more minutes of beautiful music. And I think Nolan learned some patience. At least, he learned that you're not supposed to run down the sign lady who's waiting to give you a Go signal. Oh yes, and we learned a little more local geography by driving home a different way. Now, I think I understand why people used to enjoy going for a Sunday drive!
Thursday, April 14, 2005
Hooray!
Two posts in one night, you know I must be happy!
I just received word that Morgan Library at Grace has an opening for me. This means I will have both my old jobs back: work study in both the library and the Language Department! This is work that makes me look forward to going to work.
This calls for proof that I'm smiling! :)
The Lord is good, as He always is.
I just received word that Morgan Library at Grace has an opening for me. This means I will have both my old jobs back: work study in both the library and the Language Department! This is work that makes me look forward to going to work.
This calls for proof that I'm smiling! :)
The Lord is good, as He always is.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Trivia
Okay, let's settle this.
That delightful advertisement you read in the previous post was from a 1927 issue of Women's World. Personally, I would like to see more advertisements like that! Especially on TV. They are at least more linguistically aesthetic and rationally interesting.
Good job on the date, Ardith. Mommy, you would get a prize for the most backroad way to justify your answer - if I were giving it.
Another good one...
Treasures You Never Can Replace
A cherished silver heirloom - would you scour it with grit?
-1923 magazine advertisement for Colgate
10 words that fell the opposition with one sweeping stroke!
That delightful advertisement you read in the previous post was from a 1927 issue of Women's World. Personally, I would like to see more advertisements like that! Especially on TV. They are at least more linguistically aesthetic and rationally interesting.
Good job on the date, Ardith. Mommy, you would get a prize for the most backroad way to justify your answer - if I were giving it.
Another good one...
Treasures You Never Can Replace
A cherished silver heirloom - would you scour it with grit?
-1923 magazine advertisement for Colgate
10 words that fell the opposition with one sweeping stroke!
Monday, April 11, 2005
Culture Jeopardy
Finally, it rained! So here's something fun I've been saving for a rainy day.
I did my part... I found this in the Iowa State Historical Society Museum in Des Moines, and scribbled it down, and will type it here. Now, you get to guess the magazine and the date!
"You have felt the gladness of the morning sun, when little winds make merry with white puffs of cloud in bluest sky. You have seen apple blossoms aquiver at sunset while the breezes are whispering. You have watched waves dancing in the path of the moon, and in the far-off silver stars you have read how Beauty brings happiness.
"As surely as night follows day, you recognize in your own life the intense desire to reflect the Beauty that you see about you. Armand is in the business to make the world happier. Back of every Armand product are the highest standards, behind them principles, and beyond those - ideals.
"Armand Cold Cream Powder. . ."
Isn't that great?
Come on, do guess! Just imagine - you have the power to save me from an untimely prison sentence for plagiarism - if you can just provide the year and publication.
I did my part... I found this in the Iowa State Historical Society Museum in Des Moines, and scribbled it down, and will type it here. Now, you get to guess the magazine and the date!
"You have felt the gladness of the morning sun, when little winds make merry with white puffs of cloud in bluest sky. You have seen apple blossoms aquiver at sunset while the breezes are whispering. You have watched waves dancing in the path of the moon, and in the far-off silver stars you have read how Beauty brings happiness.
"As surely as night follows day, you recognize in your own life the intense desire to reflect the Beauty that you see about you. Armand is in the business to make the world happier. Back of every Armand product are the highest standards, behind them principles, and beyond those - ideals.
"Armand Cold Cream Powder. . ."
Isn't that great?
Come on, do guess! Just imagine - you have the power to save me from an untimely prison sentence for plagiarism - if you can just provide the year and publication.
Friday, April 08, 2005
Forget that bowl of cherries
Life is like applying minimal expanding sealant.
It makes your hand sore, and there's no pause button.
It makes your hand sore, and there's no pause button.
Thursday, April 07, 2005
One of My Favorite Things
My favorite part of going to work?
Coming home.
Especially coming home when the classical station is playing Bach's music!
Coming home.
Especially coming home when the classical station is playing Bach's music!
Monday, April 04, 2005
Catch-up
Another week and another attempt at regular blog posts!
Now that my USB ports are finally working correctly (which is to be blamed, as usual, on Windows), I can link you to that photo Mommy suggested of Trevor's haircut, and, as the laws of camera-happy little boys go, Nolan's too. Yes, we have two super-slick little boys here! . . . too bad I didn't get shots of the other three, but you know how boys love getting their picture taken. This love decreases as an exponential function of their increase in age.
I have some sad news to report! - I did not blow out all the candles on my birthday cake with one breath. . . not because I couldn't, but I didn't take the time for the scientific analysis necessary to accomplish this. So, you won't get to hear my 20th birthday wish. Don't feel bad. I wouldn't tell you anyway. But I will let you see one photo Mommy took - on my camera, incidentally, as hers wasn't turning on. Now you have to guess what may be the present I'm opening.
Yesterday evening we played our first baseball game of the year! Baseball played with a tennis ball, that is. Kendra and Carolyn and I took on the rest - Jason, Derek, Melinda, Ethan, and Nolan. Hmmm... I'm sure they fell on those teams due to Kendra's home-run hits, as my own baseball prowess was sadly lacking in comparison to her and just about everyone else! But that's all right. We all had a great time yelling insults and jokes at each other. When we come in hoarse, ball-game season has truly begun.
Don't forget to celebrate! April is National Poetry Month. And don't get stuck on American poets, just because we owe this to the AAP.
Now, go do some poetry reading.
Now that my USB ports are finally working correctly (which is to be blamed, as usual, on Windows), I can link you to that photo Mommy suggested of Trevor's haircut, and, as the laws of camera-happy little boys go, Nolan's too. Yes, we have two super-slick little boys here! . . . too bad I didn't get shots of the other three, but you know how boys love getting their picture taken. This love decreases as an exponential function of their increase in age.
I have some sad news to report! - I did not blow out all the candles on my birthday cake with one breath. . . not because I couldn't, but I didn't take the time for the scientific analysis necessary to accomplish this. So, you won't get to hear my 20th birthday wish. Don't feel bad. I wouldn't tell you anyway. But I will let you see one photo Mommy took - on my camera, incidentally, as hers wasn't turning on. Now you have to guess what may be the present I'm opening.
Yesterday evening we played our first baseball game of the year! Baseball played with a tennis ball, that is. Kendra and Carolyn and I took on the rest - Jason, Derek, Melinda, Ethan, and Nolan. Hmmm... I'm sure they fell on those teams due to Kendra's home-run hits, as my own baseball prowess was sadly lacking in comparison to her and just about everyone else! But that's all right. We all had a great time yelling insults and jokes at each other. When we come in hoarse, ball-game season has truly begun.
Don't forget to celebrate! April is National Poetry Month. And don't get stuck on American poets, just because we owe this to the AAP.
Now, go do some poetry reading.
Saturday, April 02, 2005
weekend notes
Thanks to ma chère maman, I finally found the initiative to download last month's pictures, including some of the Iowa state capitol which will be coming in a future post.
Haircuts: Here's Trevor, as Mommy suggested, and here's Nolan, as he insisted.
Birthday: Mommy made my 20th memorable by giving me a book of poetry.
By the way, did you know that April is National Poetry Month?
Haircuts: Here's Trevor, as Mommy suggested, and here's Nolan, as he insisted.
Birthday: Mommy made my 20th memorable by giving me a book of poetry.
By the way, did you know that April is National Poetry Month?
Thursday, March 31, 2005
odds and ends
Technology
Thanks to Daddy's latest upgrading session on my computer, I can finally use my beautiful new wireless keyboard and mouse, which is definitely boosting my motivation to post! If you love to type, if you have spent hours trying to beat the typing tutor's impossible game, and find your fingers tapping out on an imaginary keyboard the words you hear from the TV, then you will understand my joy in typing on a new and a good keyboard!
Culture
I'm thinking of starting a 50s club. Want to join?
Of course not, it has nothing to do with the decade! Think. What could the daughter of a heart transplantee be referring to? Heart rate, of course. After spending approximately ten minutes thinking about it, I'm convinced that those of us with a resting heart rate of about 50 must be psychologically different from other people, and I'd like to explore those differences, for the purpose of proving our superiority, of course.
Wine & Dining
I have not yet had "the drink" and I think that enjoying a delicious beverage at my computer constitutes dining. Careful observers will realize the above is a transition sentence artfully stated to arouse curiosity over this beverage which is obviously (yet somehow also subtly and delicately) being favorably compared to wine.
Basically that's a cheap ad for what was just in my glass, a drink of 3.66 parts water to 3.66 parts milk (math addicts may simplify as desired). Better than skim because it has all the fat, just spread out a little more. In other words, you can drink more of what looks like milk and not have a stomach revolt.. if that sort of thing plagues you. How to manage the taste? It's all in your mind. Don't think of it as milk watered down. Think of it as water milked up.
Enjoy your day!
Thanks to Daddy's latest upgrading session on my computer, I can finally use my beautiful new wireless keyboard and mouse, which is definitely boosting my motivation to post! If you love to type, if you have spent hours trying to beat the typing tutor's impossible game, and find your fingers tapping out on an imaginary keyboard the words you hear from the TV, then you will understand my joy in typing on a new and a good keyboard!
Culture
I'm thinking of starting a 50s club. Want to join?
Of course not, it has nothing to do with the decade! Think. What could the daughter of a heart transplantee be referring to? Heart rate, of course. After spending approximately ten minutes thinking about it, I'm convinced that those of us with a resting heart rate of about 50 must be psychologically different from other people, and I'd like to explore those differences, for the purpose of proving our superiority, of course.
Wine & Dining
I have not yet had "the drink" and I think that enjoying a delicious beverage at my computer constitutes dining. Careful observers will realize the above is a transition sentence artfully stated to arouse curiosity over this beverage which is obviously (yet somehow also subtly and delicately) being favorably compared to wine.
Basically that's a cheap ad for what was just in my glass, a drink of 3.66 parts water to 3.66 parts milk (math addicts may simplify as desired). Better than skim because it has all the fat, just spread out a little more. In other words, you can drink more of what looks like milk and not have a stomach revolt.. if that sort of thing plagues you. How to manage the taste? It's all in your mind. Don't think of it as milk watered down. Think of it as water milked up.
Enjoy your day!
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Easter
Matthew 28:1-9
Now after the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the grave. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled away the stone and sat upon it. And his appearance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. The guards shook for fear of him and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid; for I know that you are looking for Jesus who has been crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying. Go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead; and behold, He is going ahead of you into Galilee, there you will see Him; behold, I have told you."
And they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy and ran to report it to His disciples. And behold, Jesus met them and greeted them. And they came up and took hold of His feet and worshiped Him.
Now after the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the grave. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the Lord descended from heaven and came and rolled away the stone and sat upon it. And his appearance was like lightning, and his clothing as white as snow. The guards shook for fear of him and became like dead men.
The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid; for I know that you are looking for Jesus who has been crucified. He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said. Come, see the place where He was lying. Go quickly and tell His disciples that He has risen from the dead; and behold, He is going ahead of you into Galilee, there you will see Him; behold, I have told you."
And they left the tomb quickly with fear and great joy and ran to report it to His disciples. And behold, Jesus met them and greeted them. And they came up and took hold of His feet and worshiped Him.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Out of Context, March edition
A little late
But worth the wait?
(I hope)
Ethan (on my receiving mail from Grandpa): "We had a very secret conversation going, and you don't have to interrupt. It was very secret, between me and Grandpa."
Derek: "It's nutty to waste time."
Mommy: "Nolan! This is a big day! You lost your first tooth! Now go look in the mirror."
Ethan: "You'll see a lot of blood."
Derek (commenting on packaged mixes): "Plastic processed food flavored with dead herbs - eewww."
Jason: "What an unmitigated piece of junk!"
Sharon: "Ardith got a speeding ticket?"
Jason: "Ardith got a speeding ticket!"
Derek: "Ardith got a speeding ticket? Yesss..." (almost under breath)
Kendra: "What's this about Ardith getting a speeding ticket?... Whooaa..."
Kendra (wonderingly): "Baked apples?"
Jason: "Yes, Ardith prides herself on thinking she can cook."
--Special thanks to Ardith for supplying half my quotes this month!--
But worth the wait?
(I hope)
Ethan (on my receiving mail from Grandpa): "We had a very secret conversation going, and you don't have to interrupt. It was very secret, between me and Grandpa."
Derek: "It's nutty to waste time."
Mommy: "Nolan! This is a big day! You lost your first tooth! Now go look in the mirror."
Ethan: "You'll see a lot of blood."
Derek (commenting on packaged mixes): "Plastic processed food flavored with dead herbs - eewww."
Jason: "What an unmitigated piece of junk!"
Sharon: "Ardith got a speeding ticket?"
Jason: "Ardith got a speeding ticket!"
Derek: "Ardith got a speeding ticket? Yesss..." (almost under breath)
Kendra: "What's this about Ardith getting a speeding ticket?... Whooaa..."
Kendra (wonderingly): "Baked apples?"
Jason: "Yes, Ardith prides herself on thinking she can cook."
--Special thanks to Ardith for supplying half my quotes this month!--
Euromediterránea
The Spanish president José Zapatero made some interesting points today in his speech before Arab League leaders, reported by abc.es.
"Liberty is the best barrier to intolerance and fanaticism," he said, proposing an Alliance of Civilizations, which he and Kofi Annan have in the works.
Democratic reforms are now "changes perceived as necessary for Arab peoples and governments."
He called for definitive action in order to avoid "a wall more subtle and dense" than the Berlin Wall, this one rising between the West and the Arab World.
He also said that "cada cultura es una forma absolutamente legitima de aproximarse a la realidad"; that is, "each culture is an absolutely legitimate form of approaching reality."
Finally, he called on his fellow Spanish citizens to be "traductores" (translators) in this effort, that is, "facilitadores de diálogos".
This determined call for new efforts in Western-Arab relations shouldn't be surprising, though Zapatero takes a more diplomatic tack than President Bush first pursued. Americans and Spaniards understand terrorism's threat on a very personal level.
"Liberty is the best barrier to intolerance and fanaticism," he said, proposing an Alliance of Civilizations, which he and Kofi Annan have in the works.
Democratic reforms are now "changes perceived as necessary for Arab peoples and governments."
He called for definitive action in order to avoid "a wall more subtle and dense" than the Berlin Wall, this one rising between the West and the Arab World.
He also said that "cada cultura es una forma absolutamente legitima de aproximarse a la realidad"; that is, "each culture is an absolutely legitimate form of approaching reality."
Finally, he called on his fellow Spanish citizens to be "traductores" (translators) in this effort, that is, "facilitadores de diálogos".
This determined call for new efforts in Western-Arab relations shouldn't be surprising, though Zapatero takes a more diplomatic tack than President Bush first pursued. Americans and Spaniards understand terrorism's threat on a very personal level.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Now breathing without technological support
Now, there are two ways we can look at this...
--Oops. Guess I haven't posted in a while.
--Hooray! What a milestone! No blog posts for an entire week!
Blogging incentive is running low because my computer is under for repairs. I'm afraid it may drive Daddy nuts if he can't figure out why it keeps rebooting.
But, that's fine with me. I don't survive on my computer. Only thing I miss is my foreign language radio. And meanwhile, there are plenty of other computers in the lab to use... at least, during school hours and pending successful applications for permission.
--Oops. Guess I haven't posted in a while.
--Hooray! What a milestone! No blog posts for an entire week!
Blogging incentive is running low because my computer is under for repairs. I'm afraid it may drive Daddy nuts if he can't figure out why it keeps rebooting.
But, that's fine with me. I don't survive on my computer. Only thing I miss is my foreign language radio. And meanwhile, there are plenty of other computers in the lab to use... at least, during school hours and pending successful applications for permission.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Milton on Blank Verse
From Richard Eberhart's introduction to Paradise Lost, Paradise Regained, and Samson Agonistes.
"The measure [of Paradise Lost] is English Heroic Verse without Rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin; Rime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Metre. . ."
"Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish Poets of prime note have rejected Rime both in longer and shorter Works, as have also long since our best English Tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt Numbers, fit quantity of Syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one Verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned Ancients both in Poetry and all good Oratory. This neglect then of Rime so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar Readers, that it rather is to be esteem'd an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recover'd to Heroic Poem from the troublesome and modern bondage of Riming."
What do you think?
"The measure [of Paradise Lost] is English Heroic Verse without Rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin; Rime being no necessary Adjunct or true Ornament of Poem or good Verse, in longer Works especially, but the Invention of a barbarous Age, to set off wretched matter and lame Metre. . ."
"Not without cause therefore some both Italian and Spanish Poets of prime note have rejected Rime both in longer and shorter Works, as have also long since our best English Tragedies, as a thing of itself, to all judicious ears, trivial and of no true musical delight; which consists only in apt Numbers, fit quantity of Syllables, and the sense variously drawn out from one Verse into another, not in the jingling sound of like endings, a fault avoided by the learned Ancients both in Poetry and all good Oratory. This neglect then of Rime so little is to be taken for a defect, though it may seem so perhaps to vulgar Readers, that it rather is to be esteem'd an example set, the first in English, of ancient liberty recover'd to Heroic Poem from the troublesome and modern bondage of Riming."
What do you think?
Saturday, March 12, 2005
And The Stick moves on. . .
Thanks to Rebekah, who passed this on to me.
1. You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451. Which book do you want to be?
(I had to look up "Fahrenheit 451" on Google to understand this reference, just to show how ignorant I am)
[Updated, thanks to Crystal's helpful comment] I would have to pick Emma. Not just for its main character, but for its 'feel'.
2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Oh, definitely! Mr. Knightley in Austen's Emma. If I could be any fictional character, I would be Emma, because Mr. Knightley seems like one of the finest men imagineable. Let's hope there is a Mr. Knightley in the real world!
3. The last book you bought was...?
Good question - what was the last book I bought? Because, you see, I ordered a set of five. I'll just pick one at random - The Practice of the Presence of God, with Spiritual Maxims, by Brother Lawrence. I was delighted to get this little book, because it seems to me that the Christian life is learning to be more and more present with God.
4. The last book you read was...?
I guess that means "read and finished." That would be Cruel and Unusual: Bush/Cheney's New World Order, by Mark Crispin Miller. Now, I always thought the media was slanted to the left, but after reading this book one would think every news anchor and journalist was a rightist fanatical Republican. Miller seems to be a liberal libertarian, which is an interesting mindset to explore.
5. What are you currently reading?
Too many books at once, as usual. I'll try to be honest.
In progress...
Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World, by Joanna Weaver
El Sombrero de Tres Picos, by D. Pedro A. de Alarcón, edited by Benjamin P. Bourland
Die Trapp-Familie, by Maria Augusta Trapp
Beautiful in God's Eyes, by Elizabeth George
Founding Mothers - The Women Who Raised Our Nation, by Cokie Roberts
There and Back Again: An Actor's Tale, by Sean Astin, with Joe Layden
The Hidden Art of Homemaking, by Edith Schaeffer
And two that need to be resumed...
The Iliad, by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler, edited by Louise Ropes Loomis
Perelandra, by C. S. Lewis, second book in his Space Trilogy
Now you really don't want commentary on all those, do you? I didn't think so. But I do have some excuse for having so much current reading, because some of them must be read in stages.
6. Five books you would take to a desert island?
Easy!
-my Updated New American Standard Bible
-the Complete Works of Shakespeare
-My Utmost For His Highest, Oswald Chambers
-Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, John Milton
-my Greek New Testament
What three people are you passing this stick on to and why?
Can I make it four?
My English major friends at Grace will come up with great responses... Crystal, Laura, and Anne Elizabeth (whom I can't link for you because I haven't asked her permission yet).
And Mommy. Just to see what you'll do with it, Mommy!
And anyone else who visits this site is free to post their ideas on their own, or comment on mine, if you so wish. Books are always worth discussing!
1. You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451. Which book do you want to be?
(I had to look up "Fahrenheit 451" on Google to understand this reference, just to show how ignorant I am)
[Updated, thanks to Crystal's helpful comment] I would have to pick Emma. Not just for its main character, but for its 'feel'.
2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Oh, definitely! Mr. Knightley in Austen's Emma. If I could be any fictional character, I would be Emma, because Mr. Knightley seems like one of the finest men imagineable. Let's hope there is a Mr. Knightley in the real world!
3. The last book you bought was...?
Good question - what was the last book I bought? Because, you see, I ordered a set of five. I'll just pick one at random - The Practice of the Presence of God, with Spiritual Maxims, by Brother Lawrence. I was delighted to get this little book, because it seems to me that the Christian life is learning to be more and more present with God.
4. The last book you read was...?
I guess that means "read and finished." That would be Cruel and Unusual: Bush/Cheney's New World Order, by Mark Crispin Miller. Now, I always thought the media was slanted to the left, but after reading this book one would think every news anchor and journalist was a rightist fanatical Republican. Miller seems to be a liberal libertarian, which is an interesting mindset to explore.
5. What are you currently reading?
Too many books at once, as usual. I'll try to be honest.
In progress...
Having a Mary Heart in a Martha World, by Joanna Weaver
El Sombrero de Tres Picos, by D. Pedro A. de Alarcón, edited by Benjamin P. Bourland
Die Trapp-Familie, by Maria Augusta Trapp
Beautiful in God's Eyes, by Elizabeth George
Founding Mothers - The Women Who Raised Our Nation, by Cokie Roberts
There and Back Again: An Actor's Tale, by Sean Astin, with Joe Layden
The Hidden Art of Homemaking, by Edith Schaeffer
And two that need to be resumed...
The Iliad, by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler, edited by Louise Ropes Loomis
Perelandra, by C. S. Lewis, second book in his Space Trilogy
Now you really don't want commentary on all those, do you? I didn't think so. But I do have some excuse for having so much current reading, because some of them must be read in stages.
6. Five books you would take to a desert island?
Easy!
-my Updated New American Standard Bible
-the Complete Works of Shakespeare
-My Utmost For His Highest, Oswald Chambers
-Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained, John Milton
-my Greek New Testament
What three people are you passing this stick on to and why?
Can I make it four?
My English major friends at Grace will come up with great responses... Crystal, Laura, and Anne Elizabeth (whom I can't link for you because I haven't asked her permission yet).
And Mommy. Just to see what you'll do with it, Mommy!
And anyone else who visits this site is free to post their ideas on their own, or comment on mine, if you so wish. Books are always worth discussing!
Friday, March 11, 2005
Happy March
So many lovely things have happened, and it's only March 11!
~A $100 tax refund!
~Finishing War and Peace, all 1136 pages of small print. I don't think I'll ever forget that number.
~Seeing our beautiful Iowa capitol buildings for myself. Photos will be coming.
~New library books, including Milton's Paradise Lost and the complete works of Scott.
~Ardith and Heather coming up for spring break! Think of them, they're traveling all day tomorrow.
~And of course, to be redundant, poetry.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
~And best of all, knowing that the best is yet to come.
When Christ, who is our life, is revealed, then you also will be revealed with Him in glory.
Colossians 3:4
~A $100 tax refund!
~Finishing War and Peace, all 1136 pages of small print. I don't think I'll ever forget that number.
~Seeing our beautiful Iowa capitol buildings for myself. Photos will be coming.
~New library books, including Milton's Paradise Lost and the complete works of Scott.
~Ardith and Heather coming up for spring break! Think of them, they're traveling all day tomorrow.
~And of course, to be redundant, poetry.
A thing of beauty is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
~And best of all, knowing that the best is yet to come.
When Christ, who is our life, is revealed, then you also will be revealed with Him in glory.
Colossians 3:4
Monday, March 07, 2005
Two bits
Last night, reading Mark Crisipin Miller's Cruel and Unusual: Bush/Cheney's New World Order, I had to laugh at this reasoning!
The World Trade Center had been bombed a few months earlier, and Clinton surely grasped the Islamist threat; but the rightist drive against him hampered his ability to fight that danger with the proper force and concentration. (p. 131)
And what about Martha? What is she up to today? Who would like not to know? This morning Drudge Report had this article by Christopher Byron.
The World Trade Center had been bombed a few months earlier, and Clinton surely grasped the Islamist threat; but the rightist drive against him hampered his ability to fight that danger with the proper force and concentration. (p. 131)
And what about Martha? What is she up to today? Who would like not to know? This morning Drudge Report had this article by Christopher Byron.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
Saturday evening's hymn
I love the old Mennonite hymns, even without the music, and I thought this would be a good one, whether you read it tonight or tomorrow.
My God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distill like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtains of the night
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
I yield my powers to Thy command;
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
-Isaac Watts, 1709
My God, how endless is Thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new;
And morning mercies from above
Gently distill like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtains of the night
Great Guardian of my sleeping hours;
Thy sov'reign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
I yield my powers to Thy command;
To Thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from Thine hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
-Isaac Watts, 1709
Thursday, March 03, 2005
What's happenin'
Actually, not that much, and why anyone would want to hear about my life - that is the unanswerable question. I shy away from diary-style blogging, while avidly reading it in blogs of friends. But I have to remember that some readers don't live with me in the house, and some of those don't read Mommy's blog (in which case, please let me refer you to the "Pa and Ma Hoyt" link on the sidebar).
Daddy and Mommy have been home for a month now, which is just dandy with this little girl! Daddy is much, much better... he is up and around the entire day, exercises every day, takes the stairs twice as fast as before and many more times a day. He has upgraded all the computers in our computer lab (with Jason's help), set up a computer for Trevor, has both his upstairs and downstairs computers running, and he upgraded Mommy's as well (mixed results still coming in). He and Jason have been setting up high-definition TV in our living room, adding a 21-inch monitor above the TV with superior colors and clarity. Sadly, Daddy has a cold right now.
Well, what can I say about Mommy that she doesn't already post on her blog? She's also back into the home routine, including her janitorial job at the church up the road. If I dare say it, she is turning into more of an Internet geek than some of her own children. As long as I publicly admit that referring to her as a 'geek' may get me kicked out of the will, I should have plenty of witnesses for the trial.
Ardith tells us she may be up for Spring Break week after next. Can I brag on my sister? She had two offers for positions at Rockwell Collins in Cedar Rapids. What fun to have a popular, sought-after older sister! All of us are looking forward to seeing her graduate from LeTourneau in May.
I study Spanish or German every day and otherwise try to help out where needed. I am the one they send into town on errands. After all, every teenager loves to drive, right? Actually, I do, but don't let that slip, it could be awkward. I'll have you know that I saw FOUR deer en route to prayer meeting last week, and hit none of them. Currently I'm overseeing Jason's and Derek's Greek, and Derek's writing.
Other miscellaneous notes on the kids under me, i.e. whatever pops into my head first...
Jason - planning an extensive filming production
Kendra - surpassing me at the piano
Derek - taking over the Age of Empires world
Melinda - reading voraciously
Carolyn - loving horses, especially pet stick-horse "Trigger"
Ethan - still springs for feet and nomute button
Nolan - new hero is Calvin of Calvin & Hobbes
Trevor - daily adding vocabulary for new 'annoy-the-big-kids' tactics
8:41 P.M. and all's well.
Daddy and Mommy have been home for a month now, which is just dandy with this little girl! Daddy is much, much better... he is up and around the entire day, exercises every day, takes the stairs twice as fast as before and many more times a day. He has upgraded all the computers in our computer lab (with Jason's help), set up a computer for Trevor, has both his upstairs and downstairs computers running, and he upgraded Mommy's as well (mixed results still coming in). He and Jason have been setting up high-definition TV in our living room, adding a 21-inch monitor above the TV with superior colors and clarity. Sadly, Daddy has a cold right now.
Well, what can I say about Mommy that she doesn't already post on her blog? She's also back into the home routine, including her janitorial job at the church up the road. If I dare say it, she is turning into more of an Internet geek than some of her own children. As long as I publicly admit that referring to her as a 'geek' may get me kicked out of the will, I should have plenty of witnesses for the trial.
Ardith tells us she may be up for Spring Break week after next. Can I brag on my sister? She had two offers for positions at Rockwell Collins in Cedar Rapids. What fun to have a popular, sought-after older sister! All of us are looking forward to seeing her graduate from LeTourneau in May.
I study Spanish or German every day and otherwise try to help out where needed. I am the one they send into town on errands. After all, every teenager loves to drive, right? Actually, I do, but don't let that slip, it could be awkward. I'll have you know that I saw FOUR deer en route to prayer meeting last week, and hit none of them. Currently I'm overseeing Jason's and Derek's Greek, and Derek's writing.
Other miscellaneous notes on the kids under me, i.e. whatever pops into my head first...
Jason - planning an extensive filming production
Kendra - surpassing me at the piano
Derek - taking over the Age of Empires world
Melinda - reading voraciously
Carolyn - loving horses, especially pet stick-horse "Trigger"
Ethan - still springs for feet and no
Nolan - new hero is Calvin of Calvin & Hobbes
Trevor - daily adding vocabulary for new 'annoy-the-big-kids' tactics
8:41 P.M. and all's well.
Monday, February 28, 2005
Life is coming!
For we know that if the earthly tent which is our house is torn down,
we have a building from God,
a house not made with hands,
eternal in the heavens.
For indeed in this house we groan,
longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven,
inasmuch as we, having put it on, will not be found naked.
For indeed while we are in this tent,
we groan, being burdened,
because we do not want to be unclothed
but to be clothed,
so that what is mortal will be swallowed up by life!
Now He who prepared us for this very purpose
is God,
who gave to us the Spirit as a pledge.
-2 Corinthians 5:1-5
we have a building from God,
a house not made with hands,
eternal in the heavens.
For indeed in this house we groan,
longing to be clothed with our dwelling from heaven,
inasmuch as we, having put it on, will not be found naked.
For indeed while we are in this tent,
we groan, being burdened,
because we do not want to be unclothed
but to be clothed,
so that what is mortal will be swallowed up by life!
Now He who prepared us for this very purpose
is God,
who gave to us the Spirit as a pledge.
-2 Corinthians 5:1-5
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Craving. . .
. . . No, not chocolate. Milton's Paradise Lost.
Counting off the weeks till the next library spree. . .
Counting off the weeks till the next library spree. . .
Friday, February 25, 2005
In honor of my friends
My fellow poetry club members are hosting a campus-wide event tonight! I can't be there, but I wanted to commemorate this milestone - with poetry of course.
It's hard to explain poetry. You have to feel it.
On first looking into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
--John Keats
It's hard to explain poetry. You have to feel it.
On first looking into Chapman's Homer
Much have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;
Round many western islands have I been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific--and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise--
Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
--John Keats
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Firsts
Feel free to laugh at me! I'm always glad to bring joy to others. Anyway, I usually deserve it.
These are in no particular order.
Since December 16, for the first time ever, I. . .
-lit a match
-filled a gas tank
-did the grocery shopping
-drank green tea
-drank black tea
-mailed a package
-made lasagna
-set a mousetrap
-burned the trash
-caught my finger in a mousetrap
-caught a mouse
-shoveled snow
-smashed a china bowl
-spread salt on icy paths
-cooked a roast
-drove to Waverly
-stranded a vehicle
-had a vehicle jump-started
-heard Nolan pray
-had my hair styled
-bought a sci-fi book (not even under Ardith's compulsion)
-bought a soundtrack
-cleaned a freezer
-scrubbed out the kitchen sink
-sung tenor in its correct octave
-wore a ski cap to bed
-edited fake HTML code
-found a computer file that Jason couldn't
-verbally argued with Trevor
-sat in front of a flatscreen monitor
-cropped a photo in an image editor
-rubbed my hands in green alcohol
-set up a Christmas tree
-was high on acetaminophen
-called in pizza
-made salty fudge
-made good fudge
-was alone with the kids more than a week
Moral of the list: Sharon is hopefully a little closer to qualifying as an adult.
These are in no particular order.
Since December 16, for the first time ever, I. . .
-lit a match
-filled a gas tank
-did the grocery shopping
-drank green tea
-drank black tea
-mailed a package
-made lasagna
-set a mousetrap
-burned the trash
-caught my finger in a mousetrap
-caught a mouse
-shoveled snow
-smashed a china bowl
-spread salt on icy paths
-cooked a roast
-drove to Waverly
-stranded a vehicle
-had a vehicle jump-started
-heard Nolan pray
-had my hair styled
-bought a sci-fi book (not even under Ardith's compulsion)
-bought a soundtrack
-cleaned a freezer
-scrubbed out the kitchen sink
-sung tenor in its correct octave
-wore a ski cap to bed
-edited fake HTML code
-found a computer file that Jason couldn't
-verbally argued with Trevor
-sat in front of a flatscreen monitor
-cropped a photo in an image editor
-rubbed my hands in green alcohol
-set up a Christmas tree
-was high on acetaminophen
-called in pizza
-made salty fudge
-made good fudge
-was alone with the kids more than a week
Moral of the list: Sharon is hopefully a little closer to qualifying as an adult.
Bomb Threats, Explosives, and Rubber Bands
Guess we'll have to give up those rubber band wars.
Too bad. The kids had even designed Lego-launching RBGs.
Too bad. The kids had even designed Lego-launching RBGs.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Diese Verrückten Handys
During President Bush's visit to Europe,
The only disturbance to the summit occurred when Joschka Fisher's cellphone rang during the conversation. The [German] Chancellor sent a sharp look to his Vice Chancellor, who hastened to turn it off.
From Spiegel.
While we're in German, if anyone's interested, oberflächlich is superficial.
The only disturbance to the summit occurred when Joschka Fisher's cellphone rang during the conversation. The [German] Chancellor sent a sharp look to his Vice Chancellor, who hastened to turn it off.
From Spiegel.
While we're in German, if anyone's interested, oberflächlich is superficial.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Your German for the day
Came across this word while reading, and it's been running back to my mindfront all day. I suppose it wants to get out and infect some other minds.
oberflächlich
I was going to post the definition, but what fun would that be? Why don't you figure it out! If you think it's fun to read, believe me, it's even more fun to say. If you say it right.
Hint: it's an adjective, one that I hope never describes me, or you, or any of us.
oberflächlich
I was going to post the definition, but what fun would that be? Why don't you figure it out! If you think it's fun to read, believe me, it's even more fun to say. If you say it right.
Hint: it's an adjective, one that I hope never describes me, or you, or any of us.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
Latest Computer Geek
Some of you have heard of this little guy's computer, set up by Daddy the master computer assembler and upgrader.
Since my titles don't show up: he generally sits on a large computer, as shown in picture #2. In pictures #3 and #4, I think he was planning to change his preferences. . .
Trevor also likes to help wash dishes. He won't even have time to get sick of them, since we will have to get a dishwasher for better sanitation.
Trevor has also discovered that talking is a far more fun and interesting means of communication than grunting. He enunciates extremely well! Still working on getting to sentence level, but the littlest kid is finally starting to grow up.
Since my titles don't show up: he generally sits on a large computer, as shown in picture #2. In pictures #3 and #4, I think he was planning to change his preferences. . .
Trevor also likes to help wash dishes. He won't even have time to get sick of them, since we will have to get a dishwasher for better sanitation.
Trevor has also discovered that talking is a far more fun and interesting means of communication than grunting. He enunciates extremely well! Still working on getting to sentence level, but the littlest kid is finally starting to grow up.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Blue
Do you know what I love? Walking down a country road, no one in sight or sound, out where I can lean back and see nothing but sky. . . blue sky. . . the sun shining from one side, brilliantly pure white cirrus clouds streaking their way across the great blue circle of the heavens. Gazing into that deep blue is understanding how the color symbolizes God's holiness, as in the tabernacle. . . the great expanse separating God from us. Lovely, awesome, cold. Lovelier, warmer, more awesome still is the thought that God would transcend that blue expanse of holiness to reach us. Because we could not.
Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. Hebrews 4:14
Therefore, since we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus the Son of God, let us hold fast our confession. Hebrews 4:14
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Out of Context - February Edition
The Ides have rolled around again.
Jason: "What is it with girls. They're like, so weird."
Jason (demonstrating dino romance): "He goes, RRRR, OOPS! I chomped her head off!"
Ethan: "I'm not a little kid. I'm a growing boy."
Ethan: "It's pretty bad to be a person. You have to do dishes." . . . "But then, it's pretty bad to be a worm, 'cause you get squished."
Nolan (looking contemplatively at Sharon's purse): "I don't like your purse."
Sharon: "You don't like my purse? Why not?"
Nolan: "Because it looks gross."
Nolan: "I don't want to get out. I'm going to fire you."
Ethan: "What's the matter, Derek? What's so unplaced about it?"
Carolyn: "But I was just at an interesting part. The interestingest part!"
Melinda: "Better be careful, Derek, there's 210 milligrams of salt in each serving [of vegetable dip]."
Derek: "I don't have to worry about how much salt I eat."
Melinda: "Yes, but salt makes you thirsty, and being thirsty uses up more electricity for pumping the water. All around you could be saving, by just using a little less vegetable dip!"
Sharon: "Oh come on, life isn't so bad."
Ethan: "Oh yes it is. When you're still my age, it's still bad. Well. . . when you're my age. . ."
Derek (to Jason): "Hey! That's not fair. You can cheap out on your easy-street school."
Sharon: "Are you going to sleep well tonight, Nolan?"
Nolan: "No, I'm going to sleep well - bad."
Jason: "I just feel this need to drink juice in endless quantitites."
Kendra: "Girls have more genes than boys."
Jason: "I don't need jeans. I have plenty of shirts."
Jason: "Know how many arguments end in fistfights?"
Derek: "That's good, a little recreation at the end."
Trevor (playing on his new computer): "Eewps! . . . Ba-aa-ng!"
Trevor (running past his older sister): "Yii-ites. . . Yites! Yites! Yites!"
If you can figure out Trevor's last comment, congratulations. . . you are well on your way to winning an award in Linguistical Analysis of Toddler Language Verbalizations Transcribed to Text (generally known as LATLVTT, which acronym has provided a new area of research for a sub-committee of said award, namely, research into the most appropriately obscure vowel sounds to insert between the above consonants in order to make the pronunciation of said acronym impossible for the common layperson to deduce without the aid of previously mentioned committee).
Jason: "What is it with girls. They're like, so weird."
Jason (demonstrating dino romance): "He goes, RRRR, OOPS! I chomped her head off!"
Ethan: "I'm not a little kid. I'm a growing boy."
Ethan: "It's pretty bad to be a person. You have to do dishes." . . . "But then, it's pretty bad to be a worm, 'cause you get squished."
Nolan (looking contemplatively at Sharon's purse): "I don't like your purse."
Sharon: "You don't like my purse? Why not?"
Nolan: "Because it looks gross."
Nolan: "I don't want to get out. I'm going to fire you."
Ethan: "What's the matter, Derek? What's so unplaced about it?"
Carolyn: "But I was just at an interesting part. The interestingest part!"
Melinda: "Better be careful, Derek, there's 210 milligrams of salt in each serving [of vegetable dip]."
Derek: "I don't have to worry about how much salt I eat."
Melinda: "Yes, but salt makes you thirsty, and being thirsty uses up more electricity for pumping the water. All around you could be saving, by just using a little less vegetable dip!"
Sharon: "Oh come on, life isn't so bad."
Ethan: "Oh yes it is. When you're still my age, it's still bad. Well. . . when you're my age. . ."
Derek (to Jason): "Hey! That's not fair. You can cheap out on your easy-street school."
Sharon: "Are you going to sleep well tonight, Nolan?"
Nolan: "No, I'm going to sleep well - bad."
Jason: "I just feel this need to drink juice in endless quantitites."
Kendra: "Girls have more genes than boys."
Jason: "I don't need jeans. I have plenty of shirts."
Jason: "Know how many arguments end in fistfights?"
Derek: "That's good, a little recreation at the end."
Trevor (playing on his new computer): "Eewps! . . . Ba-aa-ng!"
Trevor (running past his older sister): "Yii-ites. . . Yites! Yites! Yites!"
If you can figure out Trevor's last comment, congratulations. . . you are well on your way to winning an award in Linguistical Analysis of Toddler Language Verbalizations Transcribed to Text (generally known as LATLVTT, which acronym has provided a new area of research for a sub-committee of said award, namely, research into the most appropriately obscure vowel sounds to insert between the above consonants in order to make the pronunciation of said acronym impossible for the common layperson to deduce without the aid of previously mentioned committee).
Friday, February 11, 2005
Just a little fun
Ran across a couple cognados falsos in Spanish today.
If you want to say you're embarrassed, don't make it worse. Embarazada actually means that you're. . . well. . . with child. 'Embarrassed' in Spanish is apenado(a) or avergonzado(a).
So there really is some truth in living for weekends, vacations, retirement. . . have to wonder if the biblical Year of Jubilee had some connection with another generation retiring. . . Voy a jubilarme! I'm going to retire!
Yippee. Only forty-five years to go.
If you want to say you're embarrassed, don't make it worse. Embarazada actually means that you're. . . well. . . with child. 'Embarrassed' in Spanish is apenado(a) or avergonzado(a).
So there really is some truth in living for weekends, vacations, retirement. . . have to wonder if the biblical Year of Jubilee had some connection with another generation retiring. . . Voy a jubilarme! I'm going to retire!
Yippee. Only forty-five years to go.
Not a disclaimer
This is a little late in coming.
If you can read Latin or have enough interest to go muddling around in a dictionary and the accompanying paradigms till you figure out that linguarum perita is the feminine form of 'linguist', let me just assure you that I'm not a linguist. I was forced into some interest in this field upon nearly stumbling headlong into the awful, sickening truth: no one can learn all the languages on earth. For me, linguistics is just an excuse to study any language without having to master it. Linguarum perita literally means 'girl skilled in languages', and parvissima is the superlative form of parvus, 'small', 'little', which could mean 'the littlest girl skilled in languages' or 'the girl rather least skilled in languages'. All that is just a roundabout way of saying that I love languages, and I realize my skill is little compared to many other people, or, if you prefer, I may be short.
I decided to skip out the 'Sites of the Month' feature because this entails the generally boring job of looking for stuff that may interest other people. Frankly, who cares? "Write about what you know," Mommy and Ardith used to tell me, and the same thing applies to links on blog sidebars. By the way, if you're trying to improve your comprehension of a language, do listen to foreign language radio. It helps.
If you can read Latin or have enough interest to go muddling around in a dictionary and the accompanying paradigms till you figure out that linguarum perita is the feminine form of 'linguist', let me just assure you that I'm not a linguist. I was forced into some interest in this field upon nearly stumbling headlong into the awful, sickening truth: no one can learn all the languages on earth. For me, linguistics is just an excuse to study any language without having to master it. Linguarum perita literally means 'girl skilled in languages', and parvissima is the superlative form of parvus, 'small', 'little', which could mean 'the littlest girl skilled in languages' or 'the girl rather least skilled in languages'. All that is just a roundabout way of saying that I love languages, and I realize my skill is little compared to many other people, or, if you prefer, I may be short.
I decided to skip out the 'Sites of the Month' feature because this entails the generally boring job of looking for stuff that may interest other people. Frankly, who cares? "Write about what you know," Mommy and Ardith used to tell me, and the same thing applies to links on blog sidebars. By the way, if you're trying to improve your comprehension of a language, do listen to foreign language radio. It helps.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Question
Is linguistics the ultimate field of study? Does scientific interest evolve from physics to pharmacy to psychology?
I don't know... I have a hard time believing there isn't some bias involved in a view that holds letters so far above numbers. What does the author of this blurb mean by linguistics, anyway?
What do you think?
I don't know... I have a hard time believing there isn't some bias involved in a view that holds letters so far above numbers. What does the author of this blurb mean by linguistics, anyway?
What do you think?
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Visiting Ardith
McDonald's? Wendy's? Arby's? Applebee's? Pizza Hut? Perkins?
"We don't want grease, we just want slime."
See, this is the problem when twelve people in a fifteen-passenger van try to pick out a restaurant. You have two genuine adults, two classified adults, and at least three wanna-be's, plus the younger ones who have no inhibitions about spurting out their own opinions, not to mention the several who double as wise-crackers.
Having finally settled on Pizza Hut, we only had to wait about ten minutes for them to find us three tables in a corner. In the very cornerest of these corners Ardith went through the Family Interrogation which naturally follows the Business Interview. This one, being conducted over pizza and Sprite, was probably less stressful. This one, being conducted by Daddy, was probably at least as thorough as the Interview, though on different points.
If twelve people choosing a restaurant is interesting, twelve people arguing over directions back to Ardith's suite is even more so, and this time without bringing in the stereotypical gender differences of How Guys and Girls React to Being Lost. Not that we were lost.
We left Ardith happily surfing the Sci-Fi channel on one of the two TVs in her hotel suite. Now I'd better stop before I say something somebody will make me regret.
But it was very good to be all together!
"We don't want grease, we just want slime."
See, this is the problem when twelve people in a fifteen-passenger van try to pick out a restaurant. You have two genuine adults, two classified adults, and at least three wanna-be's, plus the younger ones who have no inhibitions about spurting out their own opinions, not to mention the several who double as wise-crackers.
Having finally settled on Pizza Hut, we only had to wait about ten minutes for them to find us three tables in a corner. In the very cornerest of these corners Ardith went through the Family Interrogation which naturally follows the Business Interview. This one, being conducted over pizza and Sprite, was probably less stressful. This one, being conducted by Daddy, was probably at least as thorough as the Interview, though on different points.
If twelve people choosing a restaurant is interesting, twelve people arguing over directions back to Ardith's suite is even more so, and this time without bringing in the stereotypical gender differences of How Guys and Girls React to Being Lost. Not that we were lost.
We left Ardith happily surfing the Sci-Fi channel on one of the two TVs in her hotel suite. Now I'd better stop before I say something somebody will make me regret.
But it was very good to be all together!
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Tomorrow
Tomorrow, Lord willing, Daddy and Mommy will finally be back home, to stay.
I had decent-sized plans for getting the house ready, but it looks like we're going with the essentials. Jason and I have both been sick this weekend, a strange cold that brought headaches and coughing and stomach upset and some feverishness and dizziness along with it. Better to leave the important point unobscured - just being together again!
That may even be all together, as Ardith has plans to stop by between interviews with Rockwell Collins this weekend.
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good;
For His lovingkindness is everlasting.
Psalm 118:1
(among many others)
I had decent-sized plans for getting the house ready, but it looks like we're going with the essentials. Jason and I have both been sick this weekend, a strange cold that brought headaches and coughing and stomach upset and some feverishness and dizziness along with it. Better to leave the important point unobscured - just being together again!
That may even be all together, as Ardith has plans to stop by between interviews with Rockwell Collins this weekend.
Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good;
For His lovingkindness is everlasting.
Psalm 118:1
(among many others)
Monday, January 31, 2005
Mice
What's with these pesky little rodents? They seem to think the whole world is their private litterbox. No wonder no one's made housepets out of them. They tend to publish their regular routes, like the cereal cupboard. Too bad they tried infiltrating a house where the occupants enjoy designing pitfalls alternative to the common mousetrap.
Plan A is currently in operation. If it fails, we may implement Plan B (brainchild of several younger tacticians):
Stay Out Of The Cupboard
It's time to find out whether mice can really read or not.
Plan A is currently in operation. If it fails, we may implement Plan B (brainchild of several younger tacticians):
Stay Out Of The Cupboard
It's time to find out whether mice can really read or not.
Friday, January 28, 2005
Why You Should Drink the Stuff
Let me put in a good word for green tea.
Green tea is hot,
and green
(it even tastes green),
and annoys people who can't believe you drink that grassy stuff,
and warms up your stomach more pleasantly than churning acid,
and is supposed to be good for you.
Good for you?
Of course I meant your hard drive.
Green tea warms you heart and soul and magnetic heads. Best part of bootin' up is green tea in your cup!
Green tea is hot,
and green
(it even tastes green),
and annoys people who can't believe you drink that grassy stuff,
and warms up your stomach more pleasantly than churning acid,
and is supposed to be good for you.
Good for you?
Of course I meant your hard drive.
Green tea warms you heart and soul and magnetic heads. Best part of bootin' up is green tea in your cup!
Monday, January 24, 2005
Monday
Despite the unlooked-for industriousness, this has been a good day.
It was so balmy that I took a walk, then burned the trash later, then took another walk. Most importantly, the packing snow finally arrived, so all the kids went out to play during naptime.
Cooking was one thing I didn't do today. This weekend I had to use up a whole gallon of milk because it was past the date, and frankly, though the milk passed the taste test, I didn't want to risk waiting till the next morning, only to pour lumpy milk into the pitcher to the tune of whiney groans. In case you didn't notice, that was a long sentence. Here are two short ones to make up.
Returning to the milk... what to do with milk? Make milky things. Rice pudding, chocolate pudding, tapioca. I have sworn not to make anything new for snack until the kids eat it all up, not to mention the leftover apple cobbler and apple coffee cake. Generous dollops of Cool Whip help the medicine go down. So far the various taste factions have something to please them.
Melinda has been teaching herself to knit, enthusiasm overflowing to several others and settling into the quiet and civilized pool of a sewing circle - if three make a circle. Maybe a line on the couch.
In the midst of these peaceful pursuits comes a dark note of dread! Someone . . . perhaps something . . . Jason says he left his computer password-locked, only to later find it in shut-down mode. Sweet, adorable Trevor? I think he's been more attentive in those lap-sitting sessions than we suspected. Derek is reporting similar finds.
Since Martha Stewart isn't here, what's the best way to spread that piney fragrance from your Christmas tree? Use the vacuum cleaner on the fallen needles. Believe me, it works. It works even if you didn't plan it that way.
Speaking of Christmas trees, we should probably take ours down sometime this week, sometime before Daddy and Mommy come back. This last week they came down for an overnight visit, which we all enjoyed very much! Daddy looks stronger, and he smiles more. And Mommy laughs even more than Daddy smiles, if that's possible. Let's just say we all have fun.
But Mommy, we do need you to come home soon. Jason has started singing opera, or something like it.
It was so balmy that I took a walk, then burned the trash later, then took another walk. Most importantly, the packing snow finally arrived, so all the kids went out to play during naptime.
Cooking was one thing I didn't do today. This weekend I had to use up a whole gallon of milk because it was past the date, and frankly, though the milk passed the taste test, I didn't want to risk waiting till the next morning, only to pour lumpy milk into the pitcher to the tune of whiney groans. In case you didn't notice, that was a long sentence. Here are two short ones to make up.
Returning to the milk... what to do with milk? Make milky things. Rice pudding, chocolate pudding, tapioca. I have sworn not to make anything new for snack until the kids eat it all up, not to mention the leftover apple cobbler and apple coffee cake. Generous dollops of Cool Whip help the medicine go down. So far the various taste factions have something to please them.
Melinda has been teaching herself to knit, enthusiasm overflowing to several others and settling into the quiet and civilized pool of a sewing circle - if three make a circle. Maybe a line on the couch.
In the midst of these peaceful pursuits comes a dark note of dread! Someone . . . perhaps something . . . Jason says he left his computer password-locked, only to later find it in shut-down mode. Sweet, adorable Trevor? I think he's been more attentive in those lap-sitting sessions than we suspected. Derek is reporting similar finds.
Since Martha Stewart isn't here, what's the best way to spread that piney fragrance from your Christmas tree? Use the vacuum cleaner on the fallen needles. Believe me, it works. It works even if you didn't plan it that way.
Speaking of Christmas trees, we should probably take ours down sometime this week, sometime before Daddy and Mommy come back. This last week they came down for an overnight visit, which we all enjoyed very much! Daddy looks stronger, and he smiles more. And Mommy laughs even more than Daddy smiles, if that's possible. Let's just say we all have fun.
But Mommy, we do need you to come home soon. Jason has started singing opera, or something like it.
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Philosophies of Politics
Naturally, such deep ideas are not coming from my head... not yet anyway. Today's inauguration ceremonies reminded me that I wanted to post these quotes Dr. Forbes compiled for the Election Forum we had last fall. He entitled the page "Miscellaneous Thoughts to Ponder".
The legitimate object of government is to do for a community of people whatever they need to have done, but cannot do at all in their separate and individual capacities. (Abraham Lincoln)
Politics has got so expensive that it takes a lot of money to even get beat with. (Will Rogers)
It makes no difference who you vote for - the two parties are really one party representing four percent of the people. (Gore Vidal)
There are some politicians who, if their constituents were cannibals, would promise them missionaries for dinner. (H. L. Mencken)
An elected official is the one who gets 51 percent of the vote cast by 40 percent of the 60 percent of voters who registered. (Dan Bennet)
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other. (Oscar Ameringer)
Government is too big and important to be left to the politicians. (Chester Bowles)
Practical politics consists in ignoring facts. (Henry Adams)
An honest politician is one who, when he is bought, stays bought. (Simon Cameron)
Political campaigns are designedly made into emotional orgies which endeavor to distract attention from the real issues involved, and they actually paralyze what slight powers of cerebration man can normally muster. (James Harvey Robinson)
The justification of the majority rule is not to be found in its ethical superiority. (Walter Lippmann)
Many people consider the things which government does for them to be social progress, but they consider the things government does for others to be socialism. (Chief Justice Earl Warren)
The difference between a politician and a statesman is: a politician thinks of the next election and a statesman thinks of the next generation. (James Freeman Clarke)
Government in the US today is a senior partner in every business in the country. (Norman Cousins)
The short memories of American voters are what keep our politicians in office. (Will Rogers)
When one may pay out millions of dollars to presidential and congressional campaigns, the US Government is virtually up for sale. (John Gardner)
Voters quickly forget what a man says. (Richard Nixon)
And where are the others that might have stood, side by your side in the common good? (Maurice Ogden)
In no way intended to refer to this election particularly. Good thoughts are always worth pondering.
The legitimate object of government is to do for a community of people whatever they need to have done, but cannot do at all in their separate and individual capacities. (Abraham Lincoln)
Politics has got so expensive that it takes a lot of money to even get beat with. (Will Rogers)
It makes no difference who you vote for - the two parties are really one party representing four percent of the people. (Gore Vidal)
There are some politicians who, if their constituents were cannibals, would promise them missionaries for dinner. (H. L. Mencken)
An elected official is the one who gets 51 percent of the vote cast by 40 percent of the 60 percent of voters who registered. (Dan Bennet)
Politics is the gentle art of getting votes from the poor and campaign funds from the rich, by promising to protect each from the other. (Oscar Ameringer)
Government is too big and important to be left to the politicians. (Chester Bowles)
Practical politics consists in ignoring facts. (Henry Adams)
An honest politician is one who, when he is bought, stays bought. (Simon Cameron)
Political campaigns are designedly made into emotional orgies which endeavor to distract attention from the real issues involved, and they actually paralyze what slight powers of cerebration man can normally muster. (James Harvey Robinson)
The justification of the majority rule is not to be found in its ethical superiority. (Walter Lippmann)
Many people consider the things which government does for them to be social progress, but they consider the things government does for others to be socialism. (Chief Justice Earl Warren)
The difference between a politician and a statesman is: a politician thinks of the next election and a statesman thinks of the next generation. (James Freeman Clarke)
Government in the US today is a senior partner in every business in the country. (Norman Cousins)
The short memories of American voters are what keep our politicians in office. (Will Rogers)
When one may pay out millions of dollars to presidential and congressional campaigns, the US Government is virtually up for sale. (John Gardner)
Voters quickly forget what a man says. (Richard Nixon)
And where are the others that might have stood, side by your side in the common good? (Maurice Ogden)
In no way intended to refer to this election particularly. Good thoughts are always worth pondering.
Monday, January 17, 2005
Hoyt Bible Church
Forget the underground church... the upstairs church is the wave of the future. This afternoon Ethan and Carolyn were telling me a little about the 'church' they had started for the younger kids. They were meeting upstairs and even had a little chorusbook of six songs.
There was some little concern expressed, on this knowledge becoming public at the supper table, especially over the smail detail of Carolyn standing in as 'pastor'.
"WHAT!! You've got a WOMAN PASTOR!"
"She's not a pastor, she's a Bible-story teacher!" (indignantly)
"So, Carolyn, what doctrine are you preaching - Catholic?"
Perhaps not so little concern. In order to avoid further heresy, Jason stepped in as interim pastor for the evening. I was cleaning up the supper dishes and was unable to attend, but I heard some very lusty singing, with a harmonica used as a pitch pipe, and a rather long silence.
"Jason preached a really good sermon. Really good," Melinda informed me, as the new flock clumped its way downstairs.
Well, they should be all warmed up for family devotions tonight. Goodnight, folks, some little parishioners need to head towards bed.
There was some little concern expressed, on this knowledge becoming public at the supper table, especially over the smail detail of Carolyn standing in as 'pastor'.
"WHAT!! You've got a WOMAN PASTOR!"
"She's not a pastor, she's a Bible-story teacher!" (indignantly)
"So, Carolyn, what doctrine are you preaching - Catholic?"
Perhaps not so little concern. In order to avoid further heresy, Jason stepped in as interim pastor for the evening. I was cleaning up the supper dishes and was unable to attend, but I heard some very lusty singing, with a harmonica used as a pitch pipe, and a rather long silence.
"Jason preached a really good sermon. Really good," Melinda informed me, as the new flock clumped its way downstairs.
Well, they should be all warmed up for family devotions tonight. Goodnight, folks, some little parishioners need to head towards bed.
Saturday, January 15, 2005
Out Of Context, January edition
Middle of the month and it's time for those quotes. If they're related, no spaces between. This means that a lot of the morbid ones actually aren't related.
Ardith: "Eyes bigger than your stomach, huh, Derek?"
Ethan: "But that's not true. Your stomach is bigger than your eyes."
Jason, concerning The Taming of the Shrew: "And what you don't often hear about is that the woman had a nose shaped like a shrew's nose."
Nolan, on seeing a cat: "I wish we could have a rifle and shoot it. That would be interesting."
Carolyn: "Do you want to die first, Trevor, or do you want me to?"
Ardith: "Yes, my inner homicidal tendencies have been brought out."
Jason: "One man's medicine, another man's poison."
Carolyn to Derek, concerning LOTR: "If Kendra was just let, I don't think you'd be let... yet."
Derek: "Hey! Join my side, Jason. I'm an island in a sea of angry waves."
Carolyn: "I've used up all my [computer] game time. I'm going to play something educational."
Nolan: "I'm not much tired. I'm just a tweency tired."
Jason: "I'd take chocolate. It has a quick pickup. . . and a l-o-n-g letdown."
Carolyn: "I'm drawing a spiritual horse."
Ethan: "I know why they wear a bullet-proof vest. So no one can mmm them."
Sharon: "So no one can mmm them? You mean, stab them?"
Ethan: "Yeah, with a gun. ... I mean! You know what I mean!"
Ethan: "I know how to use a sling. You look where you're going to throw it at, pull it back (well, put in a stone) and aim for a LITTLE BELOW where you want to hit."
Trevor doesn't say a great deal yet, but still manages to make his statement. Get a load of this cool dude.
Thanks to Melinda for serving as beautician.
It's time to get these kids in bed so I can get them out tomorrow morning.
Ardith: "Eyes bigger than your stomach, huh, Derek?"
Ethan: "But that's not true. Your stomach is bigger than your eyes."
Jason, concerning The Taming of the Shrew: "And what you don't often hear about is that the woman had a nose shaped like a shrew's nose."
Nolan, on seeing a cat: "I wish we could have a rifle and shoot it. That would be interesting."
Carolyn: "Do you want to die first, Trevor, or do you want me to?"
Ardith: "Yes, my inner homicidal tendencies have been brought out."
Jason: "One man's medicine, another man's poison."
Carolyn to Derek, concerning LOTR: "If Kendra was just let, I don't think you'd be let... yet."
Derek: "Hey! Join my side, Jason. I'm an island in a sea of angry waves."
Carolyn: "I've used up all my [computer] game time. I'm going to play something educational."
Nolan: "I'm not much tired. I'm just a tweency tired."
Jason: "I'd take chocolate. It has a quick pickup. . . and a l-o-n-g letdown."
Carolyn: "I'm drawing a spiritual horse."
Ethan: "I know why they wear a bullet-proof vest. So no one can mmm them."
Sharon: "So no one can mmm them? You mean, stab them?"
Ethan: "Yeah, with a gun. ... I mean! You know what I mean!"
Ethan: "I know how to use a sling. You look where you're going to throw it at, pull it back (well, put in a stone) and aim for a LITTLE BELOW where you want to hit."
Trevor doesn't say a great deal yet, but still manages to make his statement. Get a load of this cool dude.
Thanks to Melinda for serving as beautician.
It's time to get these kids in bed so I can get them out tomorrow morning.
Thursday, January 13, 2005
Now the day is over. . .
Today we made the two-library and shopping run. It was a beautiful day.... clear blue skies with high brilliantly white cirrus clouds over brilliantly sparkling snow, and a bitterly cold wind. We came back home to discover that tonight's windchill ranges from 20 to 29 degrees below 0, and that's Fahrenheit. But we made it!
My library finds this time around:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams - Ardith will be so proud of me;
Star Trek: I'm Working on That, William Shatner - looks at the reality of ST technology;
The Iliad, Homer - did you know that this is described as "the world's greatest war novel"?; War and Peace, Count Leo Tolstoy (this and The Iliad are to finish)
Italian: A Self-Teaching Guide, Eduardo A. Lèborno
How to Learn Languages and What Languages to Learn, Mario Pei
Cruel and Unusual: Bush/Cheney's New World Order, Mark Crispin Miller (author of The Bush Dyslexicon)
The author of this last one is simply a professor of media studies. Brilliant credentials for this kind of book and this kind of declaration, but let's judge him by his work. I can't wait to get inside his perspective and find out what makes it tick.
Trevor was so tired and goofy tonight! He would trip and not be able to get up from laughing. He is rapidly increasing his vocabulary by voicing the opposite of whatever we say. Tonight he added "down" and "up"; the trick is to agree with him, then he'll want the other, plus learn twice as many words.
As a side note, I have been informed that my photos may not be free-hosted much longer, so they won't be available for long. I will have to hunt up something else. When my computer isn't spontaneously rebooting itself in the middle of a first spontaneous reboot.
My library finds this time around:
The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams - Ardith will be so proud of me;
Star Trek: I'm Working on That, William Shatner - looks at the reality of ST technology;
The Iliad, Homer - did you know that this is described as "the world's greatest war novel"?; War and Peace, Count Leo Tolstoy (this and The Iliad are to finish)
Italian: A Self-Teaching Guide, Eduardo A. Lèborno
How to Learn Languages and What Languages to Learn, Mario Pei
Cruel and Unusual: Bush/Cheney's New World Order, Mark Crispin Miller (author of The Bush Dyslexicon)
The author of this last one is simply a professor of media studies. Brilliant credentials for this kind of book and this kind of declaration, but let's judge him by his work. I can't wait to get inside his perspective and find out what makes it tick.
Trevor was so tired and goofy tonight! He would trip and not be able to get up from laughing. He is rapidly increasing his vocabulary by voicing the opposite of whatever we say. Tonight he added "down" and "up"; the trick is to agree with him, then he'll want the other, plus learn twice as many words.
As a side note, I have been informed that my photos may not be free-hosted much longer, so they won't be available for long. I will have to hunt up something else. When my computer isn't spontaneously rebooting itself in the middle of a first spontaneous reboot.
Wednesday, January 12, 2005
Just to help you sleep tonight
Yesterday I startled Jason by jerking and yelling when I played the following linked German coffee ad. I don't know why I should even post the link, except for four reasons; 1) it has a little German to redeem it; 2) to show what I can't take; 3) there is always someone who can take it, and who may even enjoy it; 4) occasional disturbances may help us better appreciate the monotonous or insane serenity of our lives. That said, be forewarned.
In order to access this ad, click here, scroll down the orange window, find TV Spot - K-fee Auto, and click the download button at the end. Depending on your surroundings, you may want earphones for the 1 second worth of noticeable sound (says the library student worker). You can save it, then choose Launch File as soon as it downloads to view it at once.
In order to access this ad, click here, scroll down the orange window, find TV Spot - K-fee Auto, and click the download button at the end. Depending on your surroundings, you may want earphones for the 1 second worth of noticeable sound (says the library student worker). You can save it, then choose Launch File as soon as it downloads to view it at once.
Tuesday, January 11, 2005
January's upgrade
The latest sidebar attractions, depending on what attracts you...
-January's Sites of the Month focus on language and the Internet, especially IM communication linguistics, which I find fascinating.
-L & L, languages and linguistics, those inseparable L's; some good resources and interesting overviews.
-A new photo gallery (Winter), dedicated to the latest biggest dump of snow.
I realize that some of the photos aren't perfectly straight. Think of it as a New Perspective in photo art.
Disclaimer: No, I haven't read all the new sites. Others should never have to wait on my slow reading! I did look them over well and would like to finish when I have a chance. However, the day is only so long and daily life is only so short.
-January's Sites of the Month focus on language and the Internet, especially IM communication linguistics, which I find fascinating.
-L & L, languages and linguistics, those inseparable L's; some good resources and interesting overviews.
-A new photo gallery (Winter), dedicated to the latest biggest dump of snow.
I realize that some of the photos aren't perfectly straight. Think of it as a New Perspective in photo art.
Disclaimer: No, I haven't read all the new sites. Others should never have to wait on my slow reading! I did look them over well and would like to finish when I have a chance. However, the day is only so long and daily life is only so short.
Sunday, January 09, 2005
Why You Shouldn't Read Jane Austen's Junk
(Mainly just one of her books called Pride and Prejudice)
These are my only lines of this blog post. The rest is a persuasive essay that my brother Derek (13) wrote. I have only made a few spelling and vocabulary-clarifying corrections. He has regretfully approved the final version of this blog post.
That's right. Junk! Why do I use such vulgar description? Because that is the only way to categorize Jane Austen's novels as I see them. Of course not everybody agrees with my viewpoint on them. One of them is Kendra. She thinks they are great and she has watched the movie of what she thinks is the best of them, Pride and Prejudice. Moreover Sharon and Ardith like the book, Pride and Prejudice, too. Ardith, Sharon, and Kendra probably partly like it because it has a considerable amount of romance (Prideful guy and Prejudiced gal fall in love). But, who wants to read a lot of MUSH?!??!? There is probably only one answer to that VERY important question. And that is... because maybe they like mush (or romance... BLEAH). But then the question is what's wrong with romance. Nothing, except that it is almost always put into a nutty, silly, foolish, or yucky ("sorry for using that word Mommy, but I just HAD to use it to clearly describe what I'm trying to get across") style. Therefore, one of the reasons why you shouldn't read Jane Austen's Junk is, because it's got a considerable amount of MUSH in it.
Furthermore, who is this Jane Austen. She is, I guess (or maybe I just know), a sharp tongued woman with a wicked sense of humor. A wicked sense of humor isn't all that bad, my sister Ardith has it; but, a wicked sense of humor plus a sharp tongue, is another thing. Besides sharp tongued women tend to be bossy or dictator-like. Besides all that, the person is a female and her attitudes are not akin to that of the male. Boys, I guess, just naturally don't like her or her works, while girls naturally seem to.
In addition to all this, she had out of the whack titles for in of the whack things. Sense and Sensibility? Oh good grief. Not too bad, I guess, except that it's about people with sense and sensibility probably, and not about two close abstract ideas. Or maybe I'm just nuts and don't know what I'm talking about; Kendra would probably think so. But what I want you to get from this essay is, the idea that Jane's Junk is not to be adored or liked, it is mush, and it seems to be quite silly. Just don't become in thought and action like those who pour this junk into themselves.
Derek tells us that this description of Jane Austen as a woman with a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor came from the back of an Austen biography, by Amy Ruth, which last piece of information I provided despite Derek's concerns that this would lead to a mass reading of a book spreading Austen mania.
These are my only lines of this blog post. The rest is a persuasive essay that my brother Derek (13) wrote. I have only made a few spelling and vocabulary-clarifying corrections. He has regretfully approved the final version of this blog post.
That's right. Junk! Why do I use such vulgar description? Because that is the only way to categorize Jane Austen's novels as I see them. Of course not everybody agrees with my viewpoint on them. One of them is Kendra. She thinks they are great and she has watched the movie of what she thinks is the best of them, Pride and Prejudice. Moreover Sharon and Ardith like the book, Pride and Prejudice, too. Ardith, Sharon, and Kendra probably partly like it because it has a considerable amount of romance (Prideful guy and Prejudiced gal fall in love). But, who wants to read a lot of MUSH?!??!? There is probably only one answer to that VERY important question. And that is... because maybe they like mush (or romance... BLEAH). But then the question is what's wrong with romance. Nothing, except that it is almost always put into a nutty, silly, foolish, or yucky ("sorry for using that word Mommy, but I just HAD to use it to clearly describe what I'm trying to get across") style. Therefore, one of the reasons why you shouldn't read Jane Austen's Junk is, because it's got a considerable amount of MUSH in it.
Furthermore, who is this Jane Austen. She is, I guess (or maybe I just know), a sharp tongued woman with a wicked sense of humor. A wicked sense of humor isn't all that bad, my sister Ardith has it; but, a wicked sense of humor plus a sharp tongue, is another thing. Besides sharp tongued women tend to be bossy or dictator-like. Besides all that, the person is a female and her attitudes are not akin to that of the male. Boys, I guess, just naturally don't like her or her works, while girls naturally seem to.
In addition to all this, she had out of the whack titles for in of the whack things. Sense and Sensibility? Oh good grief. Not too bad, I guess, except that it's about people with sense and sensibility probably, and not about two close abstract ideas. Or maybe I'm just nuts and don't know what I'm talking about; Kendra would probably think so. But what I want you to get from this essay is, the idea that Jane's Junk is not to be adored or liked, it is mush, and it seems to be quite silly. Just don't become in thought and action like those who pour this junk into themselves.
Derek tells us that this description of Jane Austen as a woman with a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor came from the back of an Austen biography, by Amy Ruth, which last piece of information I provided despite Derek's concerns that this would lead to a mass reading of a book spreading Austen mania.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Saturday evening's prayer
I sit here typing in the peace of bleached and smarting hands, thanking the Lord that He made food to keep under cold and not heat, that I do not have to pray for the strength to nobly die of asphyxiation after prolongued exposure to the rich odors that would bombard me while cleaning a heated refrigerator.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
More pictures
Despite my summer job of covering our windows with plastic, they continue to rebel and give off gorgeous shows like this!
A few pictures from the New Year's Eve Party at our church are on the sidebar. More specifically, the Hoyt kids taking aim at the piñata.
Unfortunately, my only picture of Ethan didn't even show him because someone else stepped in front of the camera. So I wanted to give my eight-year-old brother another spot on the blog.
We take turns praying before meals, and one morning it was Ethan's turn. This was soon after Daddy's and Mommy's latest visit, and we weren't expecting to see them for a while.
"Dear Jesus, ..."
(pause)
"Please help all of us here at home not to get sick, and help Daddy and Mommy not to get sick where they are either, so they can come down and visit us. In Jesus' name amen."
Mumbled and run together, and no mention of the food. But now it looks like his prayer may be answered on Friday. God is so good!
A few pictures from the New Year's Eve Party at our church are on the sidebar. More specifically, the Hoyt kids taking aim at the piñata.
Unfortunately, my only picture of Ethan didn't even show him because someone else stepped in front of the camera. So I wanted to give my eight-year-old brother another spot on the blog.
We take turns praying before meals, and one morning it was Ethan's turn. This was soon after Daddy's and Mommy's latest visit, and we weren't expecting to see them for a while.
"Dear Jesus, ..."
(pause)
"Please help all of us here at home not to get sick, and help Daddy and Mommy not to get sick where they are either, so they can come down and visit us. In Jesus' name amen."
Mumbled and run together, and no mention of the food. But now it looks like his prayer may be answered on Friday. God is so good!
Tuesday, January 04, 2005
Tuesday Night's Forecast
Half past nine o'clock and all's well!
So far we haven't forgotten the Christmas tree lights, the stove burners or the lamps, and so the house hasn't burned down... yet. Personally, I think a blaze sounds like a lovely way to warm up. Especially with this approaching killer snowstorm, first of the season (for us) that the meteorologists are eagerly jumping all over in their haste to finally put some fear into the hearts of viewers who begin to think that the snow finally heard of global warming. If we get a good dump, it will be fantastic for building snow forts and starting snow battles to top the Empire's takeover of the Rebellion's headquarters on Hoth.
I predict a late night for everyone. . . late for children who can't sleep for thinking about the storm, and late for the three of us girls staying up to enjoy Austen's masterful interplay of characters in Pride and Prejudice.
So far we haven't forgotten the Christmas tree lights, the stove burners or the lamps, and so the house hasn't burned down... yet. Personally, I think a blaze sounds like a lovely way to warm up. Especially with this approaching killer snowstorm, first of the season (for us) that the meteorologists are eagerly jumping all over in their haste to finally put some fear into the hearts of viewers who begin to think that the snow finally heard of global warming. If we get a good dump, it will be fantastic for building snow forts and starting snow battles to top the Empire's takeover of the Rebellion's headquarters on Hoth.
I predict a late night for everyone. . . late for children who can't sleep for thinking about the storm, and late for the three of us girls staying up to enjoy Austen's masterful interplay of characters in Pride and Prejudice.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
2005: The Year of Languages
Yes, the American Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages (ACTFL) has designated 2005 as the Year of Languages. I heard about this back in November when our language professors returned from the ACTFL conference in Chicago. Hopes are for this initiative to affect all of America, even military officers. More information is here.
What a perfect excuse to go dig up my language books!
(side note: flashlights were not invented to be useful when swinging from the wrist, especially not when descending steep dark attic stairs with heavy book boxes)
All I have to do before next fall is finish my German and Spanish books and study for this semester's final, which I'll take to pass the semester I am missing for these languages. And keep up the French for study abroad in Dijon next spring.
So I think I will start some new languages. In other words, Hebrew, Italian, and Japanese. How exciting!
What a perfect excuse to go dig up my language books!
(side note: flashlights were not invented to be useful when swinging from the wrist, especially not when descending steep dark attic stairs with heavy book boxes)
All I have to do before next fall is finish my German and Spanish books and study for this semester's final, which I'll take to pass the semester I am missing for these languages. And keep up the French for study abroad in Dijon next spring.
So I think I will start some new languages. In other words, Hebrew, Italian, and Japanese. How exciting!
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Endings and Beginnings
Ecclesiastes 12:13-14
The conclusion, when all has been heard, is: fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person.
For God will bring every act to judgment, everything which is hidden, whether it is good or evil.
2 Corinthians 5:9-10
Therefore we also have as our ambition, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to Him. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be recompensed for his deeds in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.
Revelation 22:20
He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming quickly." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!
The conclusion, when all has been heard, is: fear God and keep His commandments, because this applies to every person.
For God will bring every act to judgment, everything which is hidden, whether it is good or evil.
2 Corinthians 5:9-10
Therefore we also have as our ambition, whether at home or absent, to be pleasing to Him. For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may be recompensed for his deeds in the body, according to what he has done, whether good or bad.
Revelation 22:20
He who testifies to these things says, "Yes, I am coming quickly." Amen. Come, Lord Jesus!
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