great salt cities

Did I mention...

2011-01-02T17:54:00.001-05:00

graduated to Tumblr:

http://russiasmez.tumblr.com/

Something about this blogging thing doesn't sit well with me. Videos, photos, links, and single sentences seem to speak better of my life than I.

:)

Happy Memories

2010-10-25T21:43:00.000-04:00

Light classical music, Tim reading and enjoying his law books even though he'll never admit to it, and me doing my various computer duties...quiet night; good memories. :)

real life is here...so don't forget to breathe

2010-10-12T22:19:00.000-04:00

Long time no see, blog. Must be the weather!
Tuesday nights are good for sitting at home and drinking coffee, dreaming of Seattle and pine trees and unbridled love. I can just smell the scent of the Pacific that I've never seen from this land, feel the rock in the swing as we sit and muse, smell the hazelnut shavings we put in pumpkin pie crust.
Wonder how much will be different with marriage. Or a house of my own. What will change when the East Coast is a memory? Will it be better? That is all I see...simply better.
The times that are good do not start there - they are here. Keep the stubborn heart and the thick head as it leads you through swampy areas. Alexi Murdoch and Bon Iver will sing us to sleep and, in the morning when we wake, we still have each other.
How much better could it get

Long Way

2010-08-06T22:35:00.000-04:00

People who surround themselves with others, noise, energy have a problem: they are afraid to be alone. It makes sense, once again to me today, why they do so. Once you are alone you start to think about and face the things you had been running away from. Trying not to cry about. Or to not cry too much about. You want to be a joyful, happy person. One connected with life and beauty and God. But how can one accomplish that if they stop doing the charity work, stop hanging out with friends for one night, running all the time to add lines to their resume. How can you stop and enjoy the scenery, smell the grass and touch the thorns? That is indeed what makes people people. It's what makes us appreciate both the glass that's half empty and the one that's half full.
So by cleaning and listening and being silent, I realize there may be things I have been running away from. Just me, but still. I should be okay in my own skin. Or...at least okay in taking the time to chill alone and talk to God and let Him talk to me. Every day, yes. But in deep desperate content moments its also refreshing. Potentially bittersweet, depending on subject matter. But soothing nonetheless.

when she gets out of this town

2010-06-15T16:24:00.001-04:00

headlights on my legs feel different
here, marooned with crickets, dead dirt.
like teeth, the sound of tires crunches through
the velvet curtain of cicada songs.

one day i’ll make it to the highway tides
of trucks heading for distant coasts.
they drive through deserts, true. but then,
it’s a dry heat, wind in your face.

what would that be like? seated high
in a cushioned cab, gripping one’s own wheel,
far cry from this mottled swamp and
the secret sweating of my gums.

smooth sailing from there: truck stops, roadside stands
and then the great salt cities. dunes.
fresh seafood. oysters. (ah, oysters!)
made myself sick once with those things, once.

our first christmas eve together,
those soft bodies glimmered in their
prison beds, eager for the spring,
sliding down. i tasted sand, silk, freedom.

June 5, by my brother

Living Thing

2010-06-14T16:35:00.000-04:00

People I miss the most: Mom, Dad, Bob, Jeff. Not necessarily in that order. I just pulled out some ice cream my mom got for me while she was here. It was to help a fund raiser I was advocating. Just made a smoothie with the blender Bob got me when he was here about a year ago.
Sometimes I'm afraid of how much these people care about me. I'm tempted to scream, "I'm not much! I'll disappoint you some day!" While that may be true, these are also smart people who probably know that by now.
My funk of a day started getting nothing done, as my ex roommate is not positive about signing her off the lease. Makes no sense to me, but I respect her and I'll let do her thing. So no staffing agency today since I didn't think I would have time. Lynchburg, where are your jobs? Mez, where is your motivation?

Trying to be healthier, she said as she sipped her mango cranberry smoothie. I had blueberries in my cereal this morning, she mused, twirling her glass. Even worked out a bit.

My exuberant roommate will be home soon. I want to sleep, travel, land a job. This scary mood is one that I had for a few years of my life; I'd rather not go back to who I used to be.

I hate making people feel unloved. It makes me want to cry every time I think about it. "It can't be that bad, can it?" a woman asked me as I walked back from the gym.

If going to Annapolis re-mends relationships or helps people feel loved, even if they are loved nonetheless, I will go.

This is not quite the day I thought it would be.

I often feel like this red bird...

2010-04-17T10:29:00.001-04:00

"I Will Try" - Mary Oliver

I will try.
I will step from the house to see what I see
and hear and I will praise it.
I did not come into this world
to be comforted.
I came, like red bird, to sing.
But I'm not red bird, with his head-mop of flame
and the red triangle of his mouth
full of tongue and whistles,
but a woman whose love has vanished,
who thinks now, too much, of roots
and the dark places
where everything is simply holding on.
But this too, I believe, is a place
where God is keeping watch
until we rise, and step forth again and -
but wait. Be still. Listen!
Is it red bird? Or something
inside myself, singing?

lighthouses

2010-03-23T14:46:00.000-04:00

The high from Florida waves and from the fascination of the coming of spring is wearing off. Most people turn to God in their more desperate moments; I however reserve God for all the time and turn to this trusty blog. Such hype to come home to wears on my drive to continue my search for a job. I firmly believe one is out there with my name on it in my humble city.
Yet in the busy sore I am comforted by a puffy leather couch and come classical music luring me to calm. I breathe easier when I imagine I'm in a 18th century library with jars of ink and pocket watches and candles to keep the light at night.
Oh how the beachy weather evaporates. Must I always surround myself with either fantasies about living by the ocean or of living among books?
As jumbled as my reflection about post-spring break is, I am contented with the energizing classical. I feel I must make an eclair.

Dead Fish

2010-03-09T11:06:00.000-05:00

As many hard-working students feel, I am living at school. These days I even bring my tooth brush and tooth paste in case it will be a long day. I may not prepare for overnighting very well but if its school, I'm good. Well prepared. Brush, deodarant, phone charger.
Professors travel to coworkers offices between grading papers and helping students. "Are you eating dead fish with me today?"
I'm feeling a revolution coming on. In some instances there are many frusterating, counter-productive things happening. No where else to go but up, right?
Friends with babies and brothers traveling for R&R make me ready to be away from the Burg. Boca Raton, give me your 70 degree weather! Heated pool, surround me with your joy! Road trip, yield great music with great friends! This break is a much needed one for all of us.

So while some of us work our tails off and some of us sit on our hands and say we are doing just as much, let us look forward. Spring break is almost here. Show throwing will be at peace for a week. God is good in providing relief, which is Himself.

2010-02-22T09:51:00.000-05:00

There was once a magazine. This magazine was beloved by a young man. It's pages were full of suggestions on getting one's body back in shape and advice about healthful plants to sit around one's office. One day the young man's hands tightened on the pages - this is perfect! A recipe for home-made pizza dough, a manly must-have!
The young man rushed to the store to gather the few ingredients he was lacking for the honored recipe: yeast, sugar, oil. Making his way to the kitchen he boasted to me, "This is going to be the best recipe we've made yet." Throughout the process he kept it up. "This is going to be AMAZING!"
We mix the yeast and milk. We kneed for 10 minutes. We wait for it to rise.
It doesn't quite ball up like it needs to or rise like the magazine recipe said. The young man doubted.
We bake, we adorn, we bake again.
Overall it was passable. However the young man was frustrated, disappointed, and still hungry. What to do with the extra dough we were supposed to save? This batter is not the correct formula, and would ruin more pizzas if we had kept it.
Eyes alight, I turned to the young man.
"Let's set it outside and leave it there!"
Again, we were eight, experimenting! The young man and I are notorious for leaving things outside to see how it separates or molds.
With great awe we set the bowl on the porch. What exciting thing would come of our failure?
Rains came. Snow, storm, and wind kept the young man's town indoors. There was a drift of snow about 3 feet high on the porch. Rarely were the blinds opened to the chilly weathery mix.
Alas! Months later and we remember the bowl of discarded dough!
Investigating, we look in. Disappointment settled: no mold, no separation, simply lots of melted snow covering the rejected dough.
With spatula I scoop it out of the bowl and onto the icy snow beside my porch. No colors, no interesting growth.

And with the monkey bread it suddenly came to me: our failure was using the wrong yeast.
What would come from the next magazine? More recipes to try and work on to perfection? Any pizza dough to make for a second challenge? This time we know - right yeast leads to right dough, which will keep rejects from disappointing by not hosting mold.

Baking - A Success!

2010-02-20T15:12:00.000-05:00

Proud to announce my baking desires have been met with the monkey bread that is staying warm in the oven until I have mouths over here to try it out. Now I need to find my camera in Tim's car in order to take the oh-so-memorable pictures!

closing eyes

2010-02-17T09:05:00.000-05:00

go to sleep, like a child dreaming of unending
joys and fantasies. snuggle your head deep into the pillow,
ebb into innocent bliss.
morning, lights and faint ice, left-over
dreams place smiles in hope, enticing opportunity.
change the face, buckle down after the birds, move the mind from
old to current. what is now, what is pressing, get it done. game face.
more lights, end of day - oh the light dreams of childhood
just beyond our reach! eight PM, dessert and drinks,
then sigh back into the sheets and be remembered of safety.

DMB and Yummy Food Inspires

2010-02-11T15:48:00.000-05:00

Update Facebook status: check.
Update Twitter with same words: check.
Evaluate outlook on respective statuses: check, and feeling good.

My envelope system changes monthly. Foreseeability is not a strength of mine, which is why envelopes like Tires/Oil stay slightly untouched and new envelopes keep popping up such as "Spring Break" or "Baking" or "Birthday" or "Mothers/Father's Day". Yes, I need separate envelopes for each holiday in which I gift my loved ones. But the new "Baking" envelope is lifting my spirits on this dreary, icy day, and is possibly one of the best decisions I've made this week.

a good night

2010-02-02T19:22:00.000-05:00

human nature is pieces of people
driven in different directions.
passions, desires, and growth all
pull a man to and fro. part of us yearns for
the sea, other parts desires the west and
its spices and the glory of travel.
wait, while you seek answers to wake-up calls,
wait and know you were made special
like a new entree, exciting in your own way.
hope even if your heart tells tales of only despair
and sing your aubade still.

Glories of Old School

2010-02-01T12:10:00.000-05:00

During my few moments of peace between grading papers and planning my next cooking expedition I go to Smitten Kitchen and gather bits of laughter and recipes. During my last read of very cocoa, fudgey brownies I realized there is merit to old school. Many who are part of my generation enjoy some fashion of vintage. Earrings from the 1800s, gas stoves, your grandfather's pipe. Deb on Smitten Kitchen, for instance, is only one of many people and chefs who do not have a microwave. Maccaroni Grill prides themselves in not owning microwaves in their kitchens.
And what's this about gas stoves? Electric can't provide the same wok experience one can get on the streets of Asia.
I find myself envisioning my house in the distant future. One near the beach, so I can see the waves and sunset. One with a garden so I can grow my own herbs. And one with that old gas stove to bring a little more old school into my small bit of peace.

Breakfast

2010-01-25T08:23:00.000-05:00

I'm one of those people who enjoys eating a long, drawn-out breakfast in the morning. Make coffee, eat some toast, wake up, make a bigger breakfast like baked french toast, egg souffle, or any of the other yummy recipe Smitten Kitchen has available.
However, it is often a failing of people like me to think they can make something up and it taste amazing. Chicken with cranberry rum sauce isn't quite as good or romantic as it sounds. Tart, smelled bad, tasted okay - should have baked it! And if I had cardamom the whole meal would have tasted better.
It's my euphoria to think that all the great cooks have had to go through many bad recipes to get to the good ones, the only ones we see.
Perhaps now I shall see Julie & Julia and be encouraged.

2010-01-13T22:28:00.000-05:00

Iraq
by Mary Oliver

I want to sing a song
for a body I saw
crumpled
and without a name

but clearly someone young
who had not yet lived hsi life
and never would.
How shall I do this?

What kind of song
would serve such a purpose?
This poem may never end,
for what answer does it have

for anyone
in this distant,
comfortable country,
simply looking on?

Clearly
he had a weapon in his hands.
I think
he could have been no more than twenty.

I think, whoever he was,
of whatever country,
he might have been my brother,
were the world different.

I think
he would not have been lying there
were the world different.
I think

if I had known him,
on his birthday,
I would have made for him
a great celebration.

we all cry out.

2010-01-08T05:06:00.000-05:00

National Slavery and Human Trafficking Prevention Month

There are many good things going on to prevent human trafficking around the world. A branch off from Oasis, Stop the Traffik, continues to promote fair trade foods and is now working on turning chocolate industries to keep those who pick the cocoa beans employed and treated fairly.

The Invisible Children works to pull children out of forced warfare and provide shelter, safety, education, and an alternative lifestyle to that of the Lord's Resistance Army.

With Obama's big words and proclaimation of this new month, I hope and pray that there be action to follow.

christmastime

2009-12-29T07:19:00.000-05:00

hymns of olden days
savor each word on the tongue
a sweet gift to you

Refreshments, anyone?

2009-12-27T23:03:00.000-05:00

Shane Claiborne's The Irresistible Revolution.
Mixed reviews.
Many loved, some were bored.
Throughout my reading, I had my own mixed reviews. At times when the stories ensued, I had to force myself through. But other times those endless stories were redeemed, as Claiborne brought them to a whole, painting the picture of what loving God and loving people really looks like. Though the word "radical" began to turn me off, I was soon appreciative of that word, seeing what truth could come from it. Radical love and radical Christianity, really, is just true Christianity. The reason it's radical these days is because its so different from the typical love and Christianity often displayed, that which cheapens Jesus and waters down holiness.
One of the parts I most appreciated was when Claiborne brings into focus the terrifying-ness of God. Reading through I was thinking, "Why is God only all love in these pages, and not all of other things as well? He can be all of many good things - in fact He is, but where is that in this book?" So when Claiborne reached his chapter titled "Jesus Made Me Do It" and quoted The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, I melted. God is so very terrifying, but He is so very good.
The last chapter of this book was concluded nicely, in fact evenly. It made everything he said make more sense. Part of the chapter talked about how, yes, it's important to run with the new, radical ideas, but it's also important to have solid community, to have roots, to have doctrine. So Claiborne encouraged his readers to live radically but to also listen to the older, wiser generations we will most likely find in churches. It's important we have roots.
"So with every head bowed and every eye closed, let's get started."
Holla.

food fight!

2009-12-22T20:43:00.000-05:00

Yolks are the same in every part of the world.
You know what I mean. You make breakfast for your friends, and you sit down to eat fried eggs, toast, bacon. Looking around the room, everyone eats their eggs different. One goes straight for the yolk at the beginning, cutting into it and letting its golden glory kiss every other breakfast food on the plate. Another eats the whites first, leaving the yolks to smash at the end in order to sop up all that yellow mirth. Still others are tentative, almost care-free about how they approach their eggs and yolk: come what may, I will enjoy the yolk at whatever time it decides to erupt around my fork.
Unfortunately I fall into the latter category. You know you're home in another country when you have English muffins, edam, and pineapple. Being a lover of breakfast sandwiches, I engulf many well-loved breakfast foods onto one English muffin.: fried egg, gouda, and salty ham. Before I know it most of the sandwich is gone and I haven't noticed that I have yet to break into the yolk. Come what may, right? As I bite down into yet another delicious bite I feel warmth spread suddenly across my stomach and my legs. Did I just pee my pants?
Looking down I see my beloved yolk. All over my pajamas. Running around the end of my sandwich, which is still upright in my hand and my mouth is closed, mid-chew, in disbelief.
Yes, yolk is the same in every part of the world. Need to feel like you're at home? Fry yourself an egg and enjoy that yolk the way you always do. Just don't let it attack you like mine did.

2009-12-22T09:38:00.001-05:00

in the midst of all the hustle
a faint whisper at night
echoes through the dark and winter.

You say you want to stay by my side...

2009-12-10T19:46:00.000-05:00

I don't know if you can always strategically think about things. In business school they teach you how to critically and strategically think about the decisions you're making for the business and for the people in the business and for the customers of the business.
But certain things, matters of the heart and soul, do not always breed strategic thinking. In fact if you apply strategy or critical analysis to these things you may in fact hurt rather than help the situation.
It's becoming a well-known fact in certain circles today that men need respect more than most other things. How does one show respect to a man when he is being a "baby" and doesn't appreciate some small gesture someone close to him exhibits? Men are definitely sensitive in ways we women may not always understand. The same goes for us and them. Some men put great care into picking out what they will wear (sometimes for more important reasons, like a business meeting, or sometimes for lesser reasons, like a fun date with their girlfriend). Other men have a deep rooted understanding of true relationship, no matter how uncaring they say they are. This line is a very fine one to ride with the men in your life: learn to respect them for their positive qualities instead of looking at yourself and seeing how that could negatively affect you. So what if he's wearing all tan. Who cares if he doesn't notice your chili tonight; perhaps he'll notice and appreciate and love it next time. Use your words carefully when he pulls out a letter from an old friend, though they used to have a small romantic past. He really stopped talking to her when he met you because he cares that much about keeping you around. Stop looking at your own insignificance and look towards the truth that's right there in front of you. And respect him for it.

Peppermint makes the night go by!

2009-12-09T20:40:00.000-05:00

Bo Burnham...Love Is...

Never was a big fan of whistles.

My friends and I elved ourselves.
This is what sometimes happens when three people get together to do homework. And, for the record, I never know how to feel about Helen Keller.

Radio announcers have amazing abilities. Have you ever listened to them? They have the ability to talk for hours, yet stay on task for the show. Today Sean Hannity interrupted someone who was talking and said, "OK bye." It was super rude, however hilarious and the show went on. Talk show hosts also have to know the right kind of questions to steer their guest speakers into talking about certain things. Sometimes the genius of the host comes out in their random comments.
The same cannot be said for the Sweet Briar ladies who run NRN at night. Dead air is not kosher, girls - everyone knows this.

Sometimes when I'm overwhelmed with life I consider running away to be a talk show host. Run away from my problems only to tell them to the rest of the world. There's always place for a little bit of irony.

....at the end of a great poem by an unknown person:
"to hear you talk nine months ago,
this would be the last hurrah. take off
your old pessimism. take a breath. take off
your shoes and walk about. surprise, surprise"

Hypocrites and Halloween

2009-12-01T16:50:00.000-05:00

Walking through a campus that is so divided on the underground is quite an experience. Without knowing the ins and outs of the drama you still see everyone's biases, everyone's sides. There's the guy who leads his hall but doesn't stand beside his beliefs. There's the student who condones staying silent but does none of the work.
Carter laughingly claimed Halloween as the hypocrites dream: you get to dress and act like someone you're not. As I sit here with mushroom potato soup I contemplate her jovial words. There's the hippy, but oh wait, he's talking about being a Christian. There's the metro, maybe he's gay. There's the chick who had a crush on my boyfriend in high school, too bad she didn't end up with the gold.
And then there's me. Criticising all of these people with all of their acts, telling them they must not be legit if they don't have the hair, the plaid, or the vegan; I'm the one with the awkward ring tone and the suit.
Perhaps this was the game the law student played in his blog, looking down on anything and everything. Perhaps this is where the man is when he gives the good advice and doesn't adhere to it.
Perhaps this is where we all are, in a a way. People today prize honesty so much, and they elevate individuality and speaking what is on the mind. But what if that has become flawed, and the Pygmalion theory has completely changed the course of our society's beliefs as a whole? You start saying you believe in coexistence, you start saying you hate this or that, even when you're not sure. What a powerful tool we have to convince ourselves with.
So when you look at the girl in green and say that she's not good enough, look in the mirror. There you are with all of your slop. Get over it and move on; it's not Halloween any more.

My brother has a gun

2009-11-26T13:58:00.000-05:00

Every time Jeff comes to the farm my grandfather recruits him to hunt and help with things around the farm. Jeff's a gamer, mind you, and an engineer; he's in a school full of geeks and nerds with brains bigger than their skulls (which is awesome, don't get me wrong). But coming and putting on old boots, grabbing a gun, and running around with my grandfather takes Grandad back to the giddy stages.
They turn into little boys. It's humerous.
While this goes on my grandmother and I say home, play cards, watch the dog show. What is the purpose of a dog show on Thanksgiving?
So we wrap up our thanks and laugh at the Kleenex' Virtual Moms. Thank God for red lipstick, homemade stuffing, timid aunts, and the sun that is finally showing it's face.

Leaving Out Micromanaging and Freak Out Sessions...

2009-11-23T17:01:00.000-05:00

People have said many huge and sometimes erroneous things about their role models. The people they look up to because of their heroic acts, their mysterious personalities, their genius.
I propose another role model. While we may not admit it always, we find this role model to be the first we think of when people ask about influential persons in our lives. This role model may not be heroic in the way you may think; their personalities may not be myseterious and engaging, the way you may think; and their genius may not be in IQ.
My mother, for instance, is one of the greatest business women I know. She has yet to be in the business world but she is great about inventory. When her house has 4 rolls of toilet paper left, she runs out to buy more and distributes it evenly, putting on each bathroom the weights of how much it is used. She keeps food fresh and uses it all up, not wasting an ounce. Her house is clean and often sparkles more than the pool outside on a sunny day. My mother is crazy, but quite a role model.
Don't even get me started on my dad. He's a quiet strength with a lion's heart. He is also keen on business, and his career shows it. I'm a lot more like him - I can't decide whether we're big picture people or detail people. He looks at the big picture and compliements my mom's details for things being clean and organized and nice. However he focues on the details, and for instance, tells me exactly where I should stop on my first road trip by myself and when to get gas. And he's in Thailand.
Really. Role models are more than influential people. They're the heart and soul of many of our personal foundations.
So in light of reading books about managers and sitting on the thoughtful spot I came to the ephiphany that my parents are some of the greatest people. Period. Not just some of the greatest people I know, but some of the greatest people.

Your Definition Does Not Include You

2009-11-11T16:43:00.000-05:00

Rainy days bode contemplation for many people. This sad cliche is true for me currently, though it is not a contemplation of reflection. My contemplation rests with anonymous authors who tend to dictate the free time of their peers. Each word in their essays drip with sarcasm and subtle cynicism, or so they think. With their writings, or their blogs, they try to steer their readers toward strong belief about each topic they address. It's propaganda, really.
Our school could use more strong opinions, more standing for what's right. But simple babble, which boils down to fake intelligence, is not fodder for standing for what's right. I've read better writing in high school blogs than this guy. Obviously his wit doesn't reach the height of The Economist or even Smitten Kitchen.
But the glamour to his followers and what constantly draws them back is his identity. Who is this mysterious fellow? Where were his opinions in class, and why does he wait to bleed online?
Only time will tell if you have the patience to wait for Mr. Propaganda.

2008-06-01T18:13:00.000-04:00

Sometimes my friend questions why she sticks with what she knows, with what is comfortable. Is it because it is good? Or because it is always there?

Too bad I don't live on a beach with Anna

2008-05-30T14:57:00.001-04:00

"They say it was suicide."
They say. That's the first part. They say. So Locke's supposed suicide could have been staged.
Why is he not on the island? Maybe because he had to come back to tell everyone they needed to all go back to the island. Together. And he knew he would be part of that, going back with them. So staging his death wasn't a big deal because he knew he'd be alive on the island.

2008-05-23T18:17:00.000-04:00

After considerable steaming, I have retreated back into myself and I have the song, "Your Name" running in my head. It's ironic...and humbling. And now I have nothing left to say.
I have a desire to call Anna back. Miss her.

I stand corrected

2008-05-22T01:19:00.001-04:00

The trivial things in life that keep us busy (as Vampire Weekend trails along in the back of your head):
-when you think you understand something, and realize with flushed cheeks that you were far off and don't, in fact, know anything about the situation or person you previously thought you understood
-in relation to the above, when you think someone is "getting their life straight" and then makes random decisions where you want to scream and pull your hair out if that means they will just understand how much they need to make the right decision this time
-when you're walking through a graveyard, seeing names on tombstones, names which ring a bell because you know someone with the same last name, or because they died on your birthday, or because these last names are the names that ring through town because their families have lived here for generations and generations on end. And then you realize how trivial the things were when they were alive, trying to figure out what goes on with other people, trying to figure out why you were wrong, wondering why you feel so out of place...in the words of Sooy, "and it's hard to feel alone when you've just been welcomed home."

it reminds us.

Out of Cape Cod

2008-05-17T01:11:00.001-04:00

Must I always feel as if my life has been taken away every time I watch Lost? Hands in the air, loss of breath, biting the lip - constitutes for a very exciting 45 minutes. And I see how that could be taken the wrong way.
Wow.

2008-04-19T11:44:00.000-04:00

"If this be my last breath weary soul will have found its best safe in arms of my Savior I'll be like a dream like a prayer like a mystery."

he knows your going through.

Do we belong in this perilous wonder?
The coffee is cold, it's been sitting for hours;
That steam is misleading, it's been there for days.
What grows cold with the fondness of summer
Must muster head from the door on the left.
Who made these rules of hardening age?
The wires we trip and the chains we glaze.
For untold duty awaits on the opposite
While we fall and curse the ground where we lay.
Can the winter fill the fissure and create
A monolith of our brains?
Family, an ebb, to leaving when under...
All anticipate the firey break.

Hanging of hands and head in silence, by mumrussia.

Charlton Heston, Salad, and Italian Fondue

2008-04-06T01:12:00.000-04:00

Hide and Seek...
hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

Mmmm whacha say,
Mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whacha say,
Mmmm that its all for the best?
Because it is
Mmmm whacha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whacha say?
Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no i don't believe you
you don't care a bit,
you don't care a bit

In God's Country

2008-04-03T18:15:00.001-04:00

I found something today. It was weird...the way I reacted to it. I thought I'd be all over that business but something inside me stopped, questioned ethics, and then picked it up to look at. Once my skin touched it I knew exactly what goes on.
Hollar.
And now plays one of the greatest worship CDs of my life...The Joshua Tree.

2008-03-22T09:48:00.000-04:00

I ground coffee beans in my parent's bathroom this morning. bleary-eyed with eyeliner under my eyes I looked slightly like a newly converted zombie.
Thursday, Maunday Thursday that is, the night consisted of paintings of doors and men with hands as the brushes. Bread and wine lead to coffee and super sweet pastries from an Argentienian bakery.
While I am pretty sure I spelled that word wrong, I'd like to share with you a recipe my brother suggested I make out of his Nigella Lawson cookbook. The beauty of the Damp Apple and Almond Cake consumed my life for about two hours, when it was only supposed to take one to make.

Supposedly it was quite a hit. We had a few people over after the service and, in the midst of crazy sweet South American bakery items, they seemed to like the cake.
I was supposed to puree the apples. Had no idea what that meant. So I just did what I thought was right, and it took a little over an hour to get it right.

And, for all the trouble, it was gluten free! Made with ground almonds instead of flour.
So that was my experience with the cake. Perhaps I will have more adventures to speak of later on. And maybe my Smitten Kitchen-esque posts will be less like her and more like me. Less infringement on copyright.

In other news, I think my bacon has been sitting by the pepperjack too long in the fridge.

I went on a photo fest, a little one...so here are a few highlights from the past week.

Shadowlands

2008-03-18T12:20:00.001-04:00

For some reason reading about the days and hours before the crucifixion reminds me of Shadowlands. Maybe it's all the pain and bitter weeping and crown of thorns and love even though it sometimes makes no sense.
So indulge me for a minute while I ramble on about the Shadowlands play our school put on.
First of all, Ben and I both agree, it was much better than the Anthony Hopkins movie. I mean go Cannible and Silence of the Lambs, but the movie Shadowlands didn't quite have the element of really understanding quite what this whole Shadowlands thing is about.
Shadowlands, my friend, is this life. "Only shadows, Jack."
Jack was glorious. The lovely fellow who played him actually shaved the top of his head as if to look bald, which I only noticed the second time. Bravo, my good man. His portrayal of Jack Lewis was spectacular. The slightly gruff voice fits with my recolection of C.S. Lewis reading The Four Loves I have on tape. The slight limp retells the days of the war when he had a little shrapnel in his leg...I think. I could be mixing my heroes. He was slightly bent over, however he had this spirit of curiousity that I always thought the little Lewis had in him. What women my age would call a "cute old man curiousity".
Joy I wasn't so sure about. Of course, I never really got a feel for her through Lewis' books anyway. Every time I'd read about her, through Surprised by Joy or even through William Nicholson, it was pretty much through the eyes of Lewis. Which, of course, is biased, being in love and all.
The "Jewish Communist American Christian" from New York said "Okay" a lot and after saying slighlty outrageous and possibly awkward statements to Jack she'd say, "Is that okay?" or "If that's okay with you, Jack." I feel like I should be saying stuff like that...seems like communication would be better.
Throughout the play they had a wardrobe in the middle that Douglas (then around 10 years old) would run to. First, when Jack and Joy first met and had tea, Douglas ran to the wardrobe that lit up and opened and had a tree in it. Douglas walked in and the scene changed. Second, the wardrobe lit up and opened when Joy was sick. Douglas ran in, found a fruit on a tree, and brought it back to put in his mother's hand.
The significance of this is huge. The Magician's Nephew had just come out, and Douglas carried it everywhere. He even had it with him when Joy and Jack first met over tea, and asked Jack to sign it. Jack wrote "Magic never ends."
Joy fell right before the intermission. She got sick, and eventually died. All she did with the fruit Douglas picked off the tree in the wardrobe was set it on the bedside table in her hospital room.
When Joy died, poor Jack was embittered and questioning why God would do such a thing. You can read about it in A Grief Observed. Whoever wrote this play was a genius and well versed in the various literature, for they quoted something in A Grief Observed. Lewis told his bother Warnie sometime after the funeral that he couldn't even see Joy's face. Warnie asked Jack what he would do about Douglas, since he was his father by marriage. Jack went to talk to Douglas and they cried. It was touching in the play but more so in the movie. Oh Hopkins, what a crier.
At the beginning, after the intermission, and here at the end after Jack and Douglas grieved together, Jack Lewis spoke a certain lecture he had spoken many times before. He incorporated every time the idea and, quite frankly, the fact that we are all like blocks of stone that the sculputer looks at and hits with his chisel. While the blows are painful, Lewis said, they are what makes us perfect.
When he said this for the third time at the end, he turned his body to face another part of the stage (I'm sure it has a fancy name for people who are actors and understand that it means he is talking to another audience) and spoke to Joy. He said "Sometimes, when I'm calm, I can see you walking toward me..." And he went on for a few seconds about it.
Then music swelled and Douglas came running to Jack, took his hand, and they faced the Wardrobe. It opened, and Joy was standing there. Jack and Douglas walked into the wardrobe with Joy, they turned to the inside, and looked up.
HOLY CRAP Heaven, anyone?
Seriously, I don't think anyone really understood that signified Heaven.
After the actors came out and bowed they all turned to the wardrobe and looked up.
SUCH A LEWIS/NARIA MOVE!!!!!!
So that was awesome. It's like it was all pointing, through Jack and Joy's relationship, to the Lord. To the God who makes all of this possible. To the King who saves us from sure death.
And the magic never ends, right?
We think the whole thing is that magic was paralleled to spirituality. Which makes sense.

Highlights other than the above:
-the banter between Jack and his group of friends, consisting of a reverend, an athiest, his brother Warnie, and a few others.
-scene changes were awesome. of course, to keep it simple, the stage was the same throughout, with the exception of moving a few chairs here and a bookcase there. but with the help of different lighting and context clues those who were keeping up understood that even though they walked from Lewis' living room to the side of the stage where some guys in moving uniforms brought out a box and a shelf, they were changing houses, going from Lewis' to Joy's new house, as Lewis helped her unpack.
-when Jack and Joy were on their honeymoon, Joy said that "the happiness now is just part of the pain later." And when Jack was talking to her at the end before he and Douglas ran to her in the wardrobe he said "the pain now is just part of the happiness later." Which was so fitting for running to Heaven and being with her.
-also, before Joy got sick, the reverend and the athiest were talking about prayer, and Jack walked up and said "I pray all the time. It's not so much for God as it is for me." And he said some other things, to which the athiest commented was the most sensible thing he'd heard on the matter. However I can't remember what Jack said. It was true though. Wish I had that script.

Man. Tears and chill bumps all around.

2008-03-15T21:09:00.000-04:00

So I'm going just a little crazy. Anyone see episode 8 of Lost? Seriously?? COME ON GUYS! I mean....this is epic. Just epic. And I would love to blab about it but there are people who will possibly read this and have not seen the episode yet...

2008-03-13T17:40:00.000-04:00

the girl near me is talking about some friends who killed themselves. and she's talking really loud. i feel bad for her

2008-03-08T22:43:00.001-05:00

i've decided that i make myself sick.

2008-02-12T08:09:00.001-05:00

The cold February morning
Bites through my skin to my veins
And excitement climbs unknowing as
A new chord is strummed.
Life, love, but why can't we put into
Words what is so easily sung by
Joel or John?
Shooting whispered promises across ice,
Laying on our backs to take it all in-
You taste like home.
-mez

2008-02-08T17:50:00.000-05:00

Dude. One of my good friends from my senior year of high school just facebooked me...holy crap. It's SO good to know people are still around and thinking about you even when you've lost touch! I was definitely encouraged. Just thought I should log that info. :)

2008-01-27T15:42:00.001-05:00

those times when the only link is a stupid website. those times when your possiblities walk up to you to wait on you to finish what youre doing so they can talk to you, and you look at them...what you have is black and what you dreamed about is white. stark differences. pains and the twisting of the knife in your chest.
fire starter.
happily ever after?
what about not giving up what you have and what you know is good dont you understand?
"im the pain you tasted
well intoxicated

im a twisted
you're a twisted
im a twisted
firestarter"
what a sad song, jim atkins.

ive got a love/hate relationship with dan in real life. good movie, but what is she goign to do the next time she meets someone in a bookstore that she gets that gut feeling for? ive had that before. tegan and sara say it well when they say "i felt you in my legs before I even met you And when I layed beside you for the first time I told you I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you"
yeah. ive had those feelings before. and sometimes i feel as if i still have those feelings. but if i keep chasing after those feelings, and sometimes end up blaming God for having those people in my life, i will never take the risk of being where you are where you know its good.
yes. im the type that runs away. im the type that sees those people and gets those gut feelings and has stupid dreams where they're shirtless and infatuated with me, but that doesnt mean im going to let go of the hope and love of the person that shows me who christ is. im not going to let go of what i have for the possiblity.
im not going to let go of black for white. no stark differences will hold my heart.

yes. i am also saying this to convince myself.

but all in all the only thing that makes any sense...is that God is the only one who i dont run from. the only one who i can give myself away to. the only one who im not afraid to love or run from or run toward or cheat on or whatever. yes, those idols. darn you white hoodies.
"the morning sun's about to break im looking in as you create sun. you lift your hand and brush your teeth and make your bed as if you won't sleep again..."
oh death cab.
sometimes i wish i were a band.

2007-11-03T01:47:00.000-04:00

I honestly forgot I had this. But it's good...no one ever checks it.
There's something about typing. It's theraputic. Keyboard Therapy anyone?

Being alone with frenzied employment
Secures my hopes as too far gone.
Echoes of a trip to conforming sea-ward
Exhausts every land I cross.
My colors then scream in the pitch,
Wallowing in mindless mazes
While Krogering we go,
To the isles to glean
Our lives conflict and contract;
We are alone.

Boredom sweeps in. Randomly emotions clog my life and I need glasses. That's just how my poems work sometimes.

2007-07-28T10:09:00.000-04:00

Hmmmm
13"If any man takes a wife and(H) goes in to her and then hates her 14and accuses her of misconduct and brings a bad name upon her, saying, 'I took this woman, and when I came near her, I did not find in her evidence of virginity,' 15then the father of the young woman and her mother shall take and bring out the evidence of her virginity to the elders of the city in the gate. 16And the father of the young woman shall say to the elders, 'I gave my daughter to this man to marry, and he hates her; 17and behold, he has accused her of misconduct, saying, "I did not find in your daughter evidence of virginity." And yet this is the evidence of my daughter’s virginity.' And they shall spread the cloak before the elders of the city. 18Then the elders of that city shall take the man and whip[b] him, 19and they shall fine him a hundred shekels[c] of silver and give them to the father of the young woman, because he has brought a bad name upon a virgin[d] of Israel. And she shall be his wife.(I) He may not divorce her all his days. 20But if the thing is true, that evidence of virginity was not found in the young woman, 21then they shall bring out the young woman to the door of her father’s house, and(J) the men of her city shall stone her to death with stones, because she has(K) done an outrageous thing in Israel by whoring in her father’s house.(L) So you shall purge the evil from your midst.
-Deuteronomy 22

Virgins were so important. Part of me wonders why. But another part of me realizes that I've been semi calloused by this society that frowns upon virgins. However, God is all about symbolism.

2007-07-26T13:43:00.000-04:00

I've noticed that I smother people in areas other than sales. Yes, sometimes I'm a little too aggressive when finding the right thing for people as gifts or the right book for their son. But I also become way too aggressive when trying to be what people need. I also realize it is stupid because it is not my place to be everything they need or to please them. And I smother them with Mez. I also try to do penance. If I've made them mad, I try to do the laundry or get them a gift or help them in some way to say I'm sorry. Often it goes, again, way too far and I end up thinking that it can equal out all of the bad I've done to them. It seeps into other areas of my life, spiritually, emotionally, in other relationships.

2007-06-24T09:59:00.000-04:00

i finally understand.
hide and seek is a break up song...i think i understand.

2007-04-07T19:09:00.000-04:00

"In order for two halfs to be whole, each half must be whole on it's own."
merrrman

2007-04-05T00:28:00.000-04:00

Yes, I'll be the first to admit...maybe with a little bit of shame...that I am enjoying the newest Dashboard cd.

2007-03-26T23:03:00.000-04:00

hollar for valentines day cards...in case you can't read, it says "my love for you is xXx Hard xXx xXx Core xXx"

2007-01-14T16:00:00.000-05:00

Grr stagnation. Grr emotions. Grr being an ass.

2006-11-16T00:58:00.000-05:00

mewithoutYou. always amazing.
heart hurting. i almost thought this wouldn't happen again when it seems all would be fulfilled, but alas. me slacking and talking to people and not wanting to do what ill probably do for the next two nights. let me go to sleep already. ill never get this stupid paper done if i dont start now.
respect him. show no disrespect by spouting off bitter remarks about how this past week seems to have been this past semester of crap.
maybe if i didn't have the Lord and maybe if i didnt have the strength of God and maybe if i had no brain and no will power, i would have lost him by now.
but alas.
God...thanks for being the center.
thank you for being there.
thank you for being.
thank you.

2006-10-10T14:08:00.000-04:00

Mr. Ergen Caner says, “When the homosexuals got out of the closet, we went in.”

2006-10-07T02:10:00.000-04:00

God....

I want to have the same last dream again
The one where I wake up and im alive
Just as the four walls closed me within
My eyes are opened up with pure sunlight

Im the first to know, my dearest friends
Even if your hope has burned with time
Anything thats dead shall be regrown
And your viscious pain, your warning sign
You will be fine

Hey yo, here i am, and here we go, lifes waiting to begin

Any type of love it will be shown
Like every single tree reach for the sky
If youre gonna fall, ill let you know
That i will pick you up like you for I
I felt this thing i cant replace

That everyone was working for this goal
Where all the children left without a trace
Only to come back as pure as gold
To recite this song

Hey yo, here i am,and here we go, lifes waiting to begin

I cannot live i cant breathe unless you do this with me x6

Hey yo, here i am, and here we go, lifes waiting to begin x2

Lifes waiting to begin

-The Adventure by Angels and Airwaves

2006-09-27T15:03:00.000-04:00

I will settle for nothing less....bigger stronger....drive a faster car.

2006-09-25T16:46:00.000-04:00

Sometimes it's just good to yell 1201. Espically when you're pissed. It's like yelling away all your fears and frusterations while telling God that you are nothing without Him ("like a q without its u")

Keep the blood in your head..

2006-09-25T08:02:00.000-04:00

Exodus 12: 7"Then they shall take some of the blood and put it on the two doorposts and the lintel of the houses in which they eat it. 8They shall eat the flesh that night, roasted on the fire; with unleavened bread and bitter herbs they shall eat it. 9Do not eat any of it raw or boiled in water, but roasted, its head with its legs and its inner parts. 10And you shall let none of it remain until the morning; anything that remains until the morning you shall burn. 11In this manner you shall eat it: with your belt fastened, your sandals on your feet, and your staff in your hand. And you shall eat it in haste. It is the LORD's Passover. 12For I will pass through the land of Egypt that night, and I will strike all the firstborn in the land of Egypt, both man and beast; and on all the gods of Egypt I will execute judgments: I am the LORD. 13The blood shall be a sign for you, on the houses where you are. And when I see the blood, I will pass over you, and no plague will befall you to destroy you, when I strike the land of Egypt.

Maybe I'm just weird. But I'm in love with the Passover. "Come quickly, Lord Jesus."

screaming at lung tops.

2006-08-26T11:25:00.000-04:00

I just posted this same question on Peeled and Peeled Away...but if you were to write a proposal argument paper (stating a problem and answering it), what would you write about?

2006-08-21T15:35:00.000-04:00

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come on! (yea, i'm gettin southern. yeah.)

that's amazing. i've been a bible college student for a week and already God has taken everything i thought about this experience, everything i've whined about, and thrown it out the window already. insecurity, tiredness, anger, it's all pointless. completely and utterly pointless. his voice is louder than any complaint i can throw his way. and that is amazing.
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Hoot and hollar.
How is everyone? I talked to Megan yesterday, and confessed that I didn't think I had everyone's number anymore. Darn. But I love you guys and have actually been praying for all of you this morning!
Hollar indeed!
Brand New...what a band.
Deutronomy 4:24

Oldies

2006-08-04T14:24:00.000-04:00

Star Trek. "I'll Be Seein' You."
Sometimes I wonder if liberty and freedom arn't hopeless. After all, most don't find what they're looking for, aka Christ. Hmm pensive thoughts and attitudes, Crystal isn't helping. So we swim and run more to beat it out of our system. Less eating, more reading. Books on the shelf have been read through and through, and there's only one thing to satisfy.
Lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. (For liberty and freedom are hope, and Christ is the epitimy of hope.)

The Purpose Drivin...Life?

2006-08-01T12:38:00.000-04:00

"Sometimes, however, God turns a strength into a weakness in order to use us even more. Jacob was a manipulator who spent his life scheming and then running from the consequences. One night he wrestled with God and said, 'I'm not letting go until you bless me.' God said, 'All right,' but then he grabbed Jacob's thigh and dislocated his hip. What is the significance of that?
"God touched Jacob's strength (the thigh muscle is the strongest in the body) and turned it into a weakness. From that day forward, Jacob walked with a limp so he could never run away again. It forced him to lean on God whether he liked it or not. If you want God to bless you and use you greatly, you must be willing to walk with a limp the rest of your life, because God uses weak people."
-Rick Warren

2006-07-25T21:45:00.000-04:00

I have a confession: when I listen to Brand New, I sometimes wonder if they're not my other half. And I don't mean romantically; it's their lyrics that are so much like my own thoughts.
Thus, Mez is sometimes a vain freak who puts way too much time and faith and thinking in a band whom she'll never meet much less know.
And please, tell me if I used "whom" in the wrong place.
God is good. I am deathly small. But He has taken the penalty for me. He is the correctness of us. I am small, He is big. In the past few weeks...or even days, I have been basically asked to get outside of myself for my friends, family, future, and Best Friend. I mean, the things my best friends (the sinful ones) ask of me are exactly what I feel that I can't do and what I would not do on a normal basis because I feel I can't do. It's all stuff I run away from because I struggle with them. Like being confident in myself and in Christ, sure that the things I'm saying are correct and true.
"It will be alright."
Self-esteem has never been big on my list of "Latest Improvements." I realise we don't get to a point and then end the discipling and learning because we've reached perfection. I know we will always struggle with the same sins, as well as new ones.
And, for the first time I can remember, I am okay. I am, in fact, completely joyful in Him and His greatness. I am too small. I am way too weak. I can't be what my friends and family need. I can't even pack for college yet (as if I've never packed before..hah). I can do nothing outside of my strength.
2 Corinthians 12:9But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

John 15:1"I am the true vine, and my Father is the vinedresser. 2Every branch of mine that does not bear fruit he takes away, and every branch that does bear fruit he prunes, that it may bear more fruit. 3Already you are clean because of the word that I have spoken to you. 4Abide in me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit by itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in me. 5I am the vine; you are the branches. Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing. 6If anyone does not abide in me he is thrown away like a branch and withers; and the branches are gathered, thrown into the fire, and burned. 7If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. 8By this my Father is glorified, that you bear much fruit and so prove to be my disciples. 9As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Abide in my love. 10If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father's commandments and abide in his love. 11These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full.

2006-07-16T14:58:00.000-04:00

The Early November triple album is...really good.

2006-07-10T16:01:00.000-04:00

I have a burn on my finger and I just realized, not for the first time, that I am considerably the rudest person on this planet. Maybe I'll go to Malachandra...

This is the first day of my life

2006-07-06T17:48:00.000-04:00

"Don't you weep now (don't you weep nowww) don't you weep....easy, lucky and free."
I feel stress trying to edge it's way into my life. The Over-Analyzing Monster who Takes things too Personally (OAMTP) is rearing its smelly head. I had a fight with a sewing machine today (can it get any better) and watched an early episode of Boy Meets World.
One of the best mixes ever: I Will Sing Only If You Are The Song.
College ahead. Time to leave the house and prosper like my brothers: prospere spiritually and mentally, in my maturity and faith. Time to be myself in the Lord; time to let Him take the reigns.
*rubs eyes*
Time to be free.

Super Duper and Exquisit..

2006-06-30T18:01:00.000-04:00

This wedding in a few hours will be A MAZE ING...and I have gas like no other. But it'll be outside (good choice on sleeveless and sandals, Mezzy). Ben stopped by just now and he looks GREAT! I told him I can't believe I'm dating such a hunk. Perhaps that's the usual wedding arua?
I'll be sitting alone. Most of my friends there will be involved in the wedding, either filming or up with the bride and groom. WHOOO HOO! More plans for weddings soon...and possibly a lot more in the next 10 years.
That's So Raven. Why do we give in?

2006-06-30T00:51:00.000-04:00

"Lord, I'm amazed by You!"

2006-06-28T14:30:00.000-04:00

It is summer. We all get those feelings when we have nothing to do, feelings that tell us we are alone and boring. Lies, really, are what those feelings are. If you get that feeling, don't be afraid to call up friends. I understand phones are awkward, and emails are impersonal, but just doing something with them is rehabilitation.
These past four days have been quite wonderful. Because people don't usually read and comment on this, my personal blog, I am going to remember the days by mapping out what happened. It will probably be general, but it was still very, very delightful.
Friday night they got in and we had sloppy joes, apple sharing, and sleep. Saturday we got up early to work out, drove around Houtson looking for a few things Ward needed, and kind of saw some sights. That night we played poker at the Miller Outdoor Theater, talked to Kayla a bit on the phone, and looked at the lights of the city at night. Sunday we went to Sunday school where JP spoke, and God used him to remind and bring us into awareness of our sin and what God says and does about it. Actually it reminded me of last Sunday's sermon, the one a week ago. Sunday afternoon to night, Ben and I celebrated our two year anniversary (which is on Friday!) by going to Avalon diner and talking slash walking around. We ended up at Coldstone and tried a combination of rapsberry sorbet and freshly cut up strawberries.
Sunday night as I was talking to Jeff, Ben and Ward and Jon found a glitch in our plans. Jon had a Hot Topic in the Woodlands hold a shirt he wanted for 24 hours, but that meant that we couldn't go to the beach on Monday as planned. It was quite an annoying thing, trying to figure out all of our plans and what not. Once we decided on them (oh how complicated they were) we watched Millennium Actress, which was alright, but I very much disliked the story line. It's about this actress who chased after this guy through her career. It's too complicated yet...she didn't even know him. Barely...he ran into her one day and they talked about painting, and then he left. And that was it.
I just spent perhaps an hour looking for the name of that movie.
Monday Jon and Ward went to get the shirt Hot Topic was holding for Jon, then we went to the Museum of Natural Science and watched a "chuckle" IMAX movie that was supposed to be about TREXES!! ....but ended up being about this girl and how she semi-studied them. She was supposed to be like 15...anyway it was....interesting. To say the least.
We watched Princess Mononoke that night. If you know anything about any of us, you can probably assume that Jon was the one buying all of these DVDs...and they all happen to be anime. In my opinion, Princess Mononoke was far better than Millennium Actress. But, you know, I am all about Howl's Moving Castle now...something about me and anime matches up quite nicely.
Thus we did not to go to the beach Monday, and Monday night decided that beaches were destined for another trip.
Tuesday we lazertagged with little kids, ate Taco Cabana, went to cheap arcades, and Bob got home. Bob and I went to watch my Dad, Ward, and middle-aged men from DOW play soccer. It was entertaining from the sidelines, and from what they said quite a work out. Then, SUPERMAN! IMAX, baby. It was a pretty good movie. I remember distinctly the seats not being very friendly. More Superman movies were expected from Jon, but Ben disagreed.
Yet...I won't ruin it for you.
Hah...I got lost. But that's for another time, another story, another day.
Now some of the lovlies are gone from this town, probably this county, on their way to Dallas for a wedding. I'll miss them, one more than the others. Good ol' Ben - he bought me records and books at Half Price yesterday. I've got quite a collection going!
BOB IS HERE!! I'm excited for said wedding on Friday.
And that's all Mez has for now, folks.

Milkshakes and God's angels...

2006-06-22T21:28:00.000-04:00

Perhaps God's angels were over us today? Many crazy peoples on the roads. So the records and shoes and jewelry and book of common prayer and milkshakes and HOV lanes were absoutely amazing. Lots of fun.
Reasons I enjoy Christians with good taste:
-http://www.indievisionmusic.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=10
-More fun
-God...everywhere
-(more to come later)

2006-06-20T12:10:00.000-04:00

Haha....I got it!

Do I ever get enough?

2006-06-19T14:48:00.000-04:00

So much blog-like space I'm using up on the internet. I intend to learn HTML, and...I don't know. I semi-wanted a blog for myself, though it is super fun to have one with Lauren. I mean..there we can post news or reviews or...whatever. But here...PERSONAL FEELINGS BABY!
Whoo. Hoo..
Basically I'm wanting to make this into a site, which I know you can do with HTML.