"the glory of god is man fully alive"
~St Irenaeus
thought for the day: what does it mean to be fully alive?
Friday, September 5, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Poem for last week
I can taste anise thick
in the summer air. Hot licorice hangs like a wool curtain
on the back of my throat and coats my pink insides
brunneous like warm molasses traveling down, down-
deeper into dark pools of being.
perhaps there is lightning waiting
around the corner, around the block-
sleeping in the car with the windows rolled up.
in the summer air. Hot licorice hangs like a wool curtain
on the back of my throat and coats my pink insides
brunneous like warm molasses traveling down, down-
deeper into dark pools of being.
perhaps there is lightning waiting
around the corner, around the block-
sleeping in the car with the windows rolled up.
Friday, August 15, 2008
Home Sweet Home
Home sweet home. Finally. This is where I will be living with 6 other girls begining September 1. The house hunt has been a long one- especially because not many people want to rent out a place to 7 college students. But this place opened up miraculously. There are pros & cons about the property, but all in all I believe that it will be a good space to live. Of course, it is summer time now and the grass is no longer green, and the tree on the right has since been cut down. I'm trying not to over-romanticize the responsibility of having a large house to upkeep and clean, but at the moment am basking in thankfulness and excitement about a roof over my head and a community of friends to live with.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Friday head-bob and cookies
Today I got the head-bob from an incredibly fit blond bicyclist in spandex. We were both changing in the women's restroom out of our bike clothes into office-wear. I smiled back at her sheepishly in disbelief; it was like I was in middle school again and had just been invited to the cool kid's table. Me? Really? I am part of the biking club now?
See, the last few days I have more or less felt like a hippo on a rock, trying to roll myself to work.
I am not in shape and what makes it worse is that I am not consistent either. As you might have guessed from my earlier blogging, a lot of my time has been consumed with taking care of my car these days. It is my new tempermental teenager, so to speak, so I have been driving it to work so that I can dart off directly when the 4:30 bell rings to drive to some government office in King County (pick one, any one) and do more paperwork. Seriously, I think it was easier to apply for college, than register my vehicle in the state of Washington.
Anyway, I basically had to force myself back on the bike today. I am one of those people who probably look like they are dying as they are riding; face clenched, sweat beading around my hairline, and breathing hard like I am practicing my lamaze. It's beautiful I am sure.
(If you are interested in some real beautiful bikes- check out my brother's website. He is a bike builder in Portland, OR and does fantastic work: http://www.mapbicycles.com )
Regardless, I am at work now. I made it and am currently (and painfully!) aware that I will have nothing to do for aproximately 7 more hours and that the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I made last night for a co-worker's birthday are sitting in the kitchen like little loosers at lunch break. The birthday boy is out of the lab today- it is his birthday right? Silly me. So I made a card to sit next to my toasty little lumps of buttery love that says "Eat me! Happy Friday!" It will be an experiment...let's see what happens.
See, the last few days I have more or less felt like a hippo on a rock, trying to roll myself to work.
I am not in shape and what makes it worse is that I am not consistent either. As you might have guessed from my earlier blogging, a lot of my time has been consumed with taking care of my car these days. It is my new tempermental teenager, so to speak, so I have been driving it to work so that I can dart off directly when the 4:30 bell rings to drive to some government office in King County (pick one, any one) and do more paperwork. Seriously, I think it was easier to apply for college, than register my vehicle in the state of Washington.
Anyway, I basically had to force myself back on the bike today. I am one of those people who probably look like they are dying as they are riding; face clenched, sweat beading around my hairline, and breathing hard like I am practicing my lamaze. It's beautiful I am sure.
(If you are interested in some real beautiful bikes- check out my brother's website. He is a bike builder in Portland, OR and does fantastic work: http://www.mapbicycles.com )
Regardless, I am at work now. I made it and am currently (and painfully!) aware that I will have nothing to do for aproximately 7 more hours and that the oatmeal chocolate chip cookies I made last night for a co-worker's birthday are sitting in the kitchen like little loosers at lunch break. The birthday boy is out of the lab today- it is his birthday right? Silly me. So I made a card to sit next to my toasty little lumps of buttery love that says "Eat me! Happy Friday!" It will be an experiment...let's see what happens.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
oh the ordeal o' the automobile
-drive 3 days (17ish hours) from Monterey, CA to Seattle, WA
-go to the office of drivers licensing
-be turned away after 2 hours of waiting & informed that i am committing voter fraud and must change my voter registration address.
-receive my real WA license in the mail- be acutely aware that the pea-green turtleneck I am wearing in the photo will haunt me for many years to come.
-give away more money to have an emission's test done
-collect every important document on the face of the planet- passport, driver's license, proof of registration, title, emissions test report, bill of sale, registration paperwork...is that all?
-take off work (because office is only open M-F 8:30-4:30 pm) give them more money & register vehicle in the blessed state of Washington.
FINALLY.
ps...my driver side window broke...was informed that it will cost me aprox $400-
so i will wait and then give them a lot more money-a whole paycheck in fact...ouch.
-go to the office of drivers licensing
-be turned away after 2 hours of waiting & informed that i am committing voter fraud and must change my voter registration address.
-change my voter registration mailing address...and wait some more.
-go back to office of driver's licensing. process paper work. give them money. go away happy and with a temporary WA license.-receive my real WA license in the mail- be acutely aware that the pea-green turtleneck I am wearing in the photo will haunt me for many years to come.
-give away more money to have an emission's test done
-collect every important document on the face of the planet- passport, driver's license, proof of registration, title, emissions test report, bill of sale, registration paperwork...is that all?
-take off work (because office is only open M-F 8:30-4:30 pm) give them more money & register vehicle in the blessed state of Washington.
FINALLY.
ps...my driver side window broke...was informed that it will cost me aprox $400-
so i will wait and then give them a lot more money-a whole paycheck in fact...ouch.
Lab Mice...
So this is what we do at my job for the GI Cancer Research Lab...
1. Scientists take tiny little creatures and give them tumors
2. Then take their blood
3. Then bleed them to death when they are done with them
4. I enter PSA data into spreadsheets
5. I feel a little bit icky about it, blog, and then go home at 5pm.
1. Scientists take tiny little creatures and give them tumors
2. Then take their blood
3. Then bleed them to death when they are done with them
4. I enter PSA data into spreadsheets
5. I feel a little bit icky about it, blog, and then go home at 5pm.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Reminiscing...
These pictures were taken by a girl I traveled with on my study abroad trip. Above: taken on the train on our way to Bath.
A great shot of Dingle...dark and brooding and lovely.
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