Thursday, November 17, 2005
SINGING THE WALLPAPER BLUES FOR MY SUPPER
I went over to my my brother's wonderful girlfriend's house for supper tonight. She didn't make me sing for it, exactly, but my arms sure are sore. The wallpaper border in her bathroom doesn't match the look she's going for in there, so she asked me to help her strip it. I scored it, and coated it in this wallpaper remover stuff. And being a person who follows directions, I waited a half hour. Then I started to scrape it, but LO AND BEHOLD the previous tenant (it's a rental) used paste that was not water soluble. (NOOOOOO! Why God? WHY?) So I called it a day,and we decided to use something stronger later. Instead, we sat down and I showed her how to use eBay. Why on Earth would somebody apply non-strippable wallpaper in a rental?
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
STORY STARTER
Thinking about my parent's toys got me thinking about a story idea. I sketched out the idea below. It's totally fictional, sort of a compilation of vague memories of family stories. What do you think? Be gentle. Remember, this is an undedited incomplete rough draft.
Betty Anne lay quietly in bed thinking about the day stretched out before her. She wiggled her toes under the covers. 5:30: No use getting up now. Mother would just make her get back in bed. She stuck out her nose from under the covers, and, feeling an uncomfortable chill, darted it back under. Too cold to get up and get dressed, anyway. She thought about the scene that was waiting in the living room: the stocking from Santa with the new pencils, the walnuts, and of course, the orange in the toe. Maybe a new book would be in there, too. She would know soon enough, she consoled herself. After their stockings, the family would take turns opening gifts. Her turn to unwrap would be after her mother, but before her brothers. "Ladies first," she could hear her father saying. She imagined the boys' irritated expressions when they were forced to put their gifts back under the tree. She wondered who was more patient, her brothers in waiting to open their gifts, or her father, in training the boys to have good manners. She must try to be patient, too. But the anticipation was killing her. What gift had her parents bought her this year? Betty had dropped hints about the star-shaped silver charm for her bracelet. How could Mother and Dad not have heard her remarking last month to her cousin how much she'd like it, how wonderful it would look next to the two other charms dangling from her wrist. If their gift wasn't the charm, then she had no idea what it would be. She had already started writing a thank you note to Aunt Grace and Uncle Leo for their card with a silver dollar in it. Their gift was the same every year. From ther grandmother she'd get either handkerchiefs or underwear. The boys would give her something they'd made together from scrap wood. Though she'd been very careful when making their gifts, they had not turned out as nicely as mother's potholders. She'd tried to make desk sets for her brothers and her father, but the glue on the decoupaged pen cans had stayed tacky, and she was afraid that the tissue paper she'd wrapped them in would stick. Oh, well. She'd done her best, and after all, "it's the thought that counts." Betty glanced at the clock: 5:50. Right on cue, she heard her mother making noise in the kitchen. "In 10 minutes," Betty thought, "I'll get up and help her. Well, I certainly am in the Christmas Spirit." Most mornings, because she had to bathe and dress for school, Betty was excused from helping prepare breakfast. Mother insisted that the family eat their regular meal together in the dining room before "going anywhere near those stockings or tree." Then, Dad would have Bob read the family the Christmas story. And finally, they would go into the living room and see the tree. She wondered how Mother could get up so early after staying up so late putting up the decorations. Reluctantly pulling back the covers Betty thought, "I guess I'll get up now to help her."
Betty Anne lay quietly in bed thinking about the day stretched out before her. She wiggled her toes under the covers. 5:30: No use getting up now. Mother would just make her get back in bed. She stuck out her nose from under the covers, and, feeling an uncomfortable chill, darted it back under. Too cold to get up and get dressed, anyway. She thought about the scene that was waiting in the living room: the stocking from Santa with the new pencils, the walnuts, and of course, the orange in the toe. Maybe a new book would be in there, too. She would know soon enough, she consoled herself. After their stockings, the family would take turns opening gifts. Her turn to unwrap would be after her mother, but before her brothers. "Ladies first," she could hear her father saying. She imagined the boys' irritated expressions when they were forced to put their gifts back under the tree. She wondered who was more patient, her brothers in waiting to open their gifts, or her father, in training the boys to have good manners. She must try to be patient, too. But the anticipation was killing her. What gift had her parents bought her this year? Betty had dropped hints about the star-shaped silver charm for her bracelet. How could Mother and Dad not have heard her remarking last month to her cousin how much she'd like it, how wonderful it would look next to the two other charms dangling from her wrist. If their gift wasn't the charm, then she had no idea what it would be. She had already started writing a thank you note to Aunt Grace and Uncle Leo for their card with a silver dollar in it. Their gift was the same every year. From ther grandmother she'd get either handkerchiefs or underwear. The boys would give her something they'd made together from scrap wood. Though she'd been very careful when making their gifts, they had not turned out as nicely as mother's potholders. She'd tried to make desk sets for her brothers and her father, but the glue on the decoupaged pen cans had stayed tacky, and she was afraid that the tissue paper she'd wrapped them in would stick. Oh, well. She'd done her best, and after all, "it's the thought that counts." Betty glanced at the clock: 5:50. Right on cue, she heard her mother making noise in the kitchen. "In 10 minutes," Betty thought, "I'll get up and help her. Well, I certainly am in the Christmas Spirit." Most mornings, because she had to bathe and dress for school, Betty was excused from helping prepare breakfast. Mother insisted that the family eat their regular meal together in the dining room before "going anywhere near those stockings or tree." Then, Dad would have Bob read the family the Christmas story. And finally, they would go into the living room and see the tree. She wondered how Mother could get up so early after staying up so late putting up the decorations. Reluctantly pulling back the covers Betty thought, "I guess I'll get up now to help her."
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
TOYS
So, like I said yesterday, I'm playing with little plastic toys (I know, I'm a loser.) all day. And I started thinking about the toys my parent's, both in their 70's now, played with when they were children. They kept a few of them, and I've heard stories about the others. There are some big differences between their playthings and the things filling today's toyboxes. Firstly, they didn't have many toys, and they had to use their imaginations alot. Mom's favorite toys were spools, matchboxes, and a dollhouse made from an orange crate. Dad, being a city kid, was a little more sophisticated. He had cast iron cars and celluloid horses. Mom had a couple of celludoid dolls. And they had their books, and that was pretty much it. But they have more fond memories of their simple toys than I think today's children will have of their trendy gadgets. Maybe I'm just being sentimental, but I don't think so. Growing up in the Great Depression, I think the folks understood that buying a toy was a great sacrifice for their parents. Mom said that her mother used to pinch a penny until it cried 'uncle.' But their childhood wasn't overshadowed by what today's standards might label poverty. They both got up Christmas mornings overjoyed because they'd have walnuts and oranges in their stockings - rarities in their households. I have a hard time grasping how much their world has changed since they were children. I mean, they grew up in a world before plastic. Think about it: cast-iron trucks! Can you imagine it? I wonder what kids will play with when I'm 70.
Monday, November 14, 2005
LEGO
I'm selling my Lego collection to make some extra cash; I'm right in the middle of sorting & inventory...snore... And I decided that they would probably sell better put together instead of in zip lock bags. I can't just put them together the way they came from the factory because I bought them used and at different times, making any potential sets missing so many parts that it's hopeless. I checked out the prices of some "custom models" on eBay. After seeing the prices on them, I think I should choose "Master Lego Architect & Builder" as my new career. Hmmmm.... I think most of the serious Legofiles must avoid eBay for their buying/selling. I found a site called Bricklink that looks like it's their secret love nest. Seriously, I always thought it would be cool to be one of those guys who worked at Legoland doing nothing but making Painted Lady Victorians or Statues of Liberty from little plastic bricks. I never thought about freelancing it, but that just what Burik Models and Lions Gate do, and I'll bet a lot more, those are just the first 2 that turned up when I googled "custom lego models." Well, I guess I'll go to bed now and dream of mini figures and models. If you could build anything from Legos, what would you pick?
Sunday, November 13, 2005
NEW BOOK
I just started reading Gordon MacDonald's new update of Ordering Your Private World. Heard of it? If you've read it, tell me what you think.
Here's a quote from the jacket:
"As a young, ambitious pastor, Gordon MacDonald was off to a fast start in a sizable congregation. A naturally gifted leader with a full schedule, he was a man of influence in his church and community. Pastor MacDonald was driven in his ambition to serve God and His people. Until the day he 'hit the wall' . . . . Driven people often project a bravado of confidence as they forge ahead with their acheivement-oriented life plan."
Here's a quote from the jacket:
"As a young, ambitious pastor, Gordon MacDonald was off to a fast start in a sizable congregation. A naturally gifted leader with a full schedule, he was a man of influence in his church and community. Pastor MacDonald was driven in his ambition to serve God and His people. Until the day he 'hit the wall' . . . . Driven people often project a bravado of confidence as they forge ahead with their acheivement-oriented life plan."
WELCOME HOME
I'm totally enjoying being with my nephew this month. He is hilarious. I am so glad that we share the same sense of humor; while he's kicked back on the couch, I can just lean back in the recliner and listen, laughing until my sides ache. Losing touch with my extended family these last couple of years, I didn't know what I'd been missing.
PASSION OF THE MOMENT: YANKEE PUMPKIN PIE
From time to time I develop a crush that I've got to share. This week's is Yankee Candle Company's Pumpkin Pie Housewarmer. It's flickering next to me, lighting up the room with all the comforts of Grandma's kitchen on Thanksgiving morning & Christmas eve combined. What's your favorite Yankee Candle?
Saturday, November 12, 2005
"I NEED TO HAVE A GOAL"
Wow. I just read another of Jim's entries in his blog, and again I'm going to copy and paste it here so I can easily reread it a few more times. This quote sounds like a strange hybrid of something I'd say at 20 and how I'm starting to feel at 30:
"It's crazy how right when you think you have life figured out, you end up confused again shortly thereafter (usually worse than before). That's how it's been here lately. I've been going to school for 3-4 months now, but it looks like if I continue according to their plan...I'll just end up some boring businessman - I'd honestly almost rather die. I know that living for that would kill me in the heart. I need to do my own thing. I'm not going to live life everyday doing something that doesn't make a difference...and come on...redesigning sites for some guy's company to make him more profit really doesn't matter...at all...in the slightest bit...What would be my dream job...? If I could pick anything it would be a photographer that does stuff like they do in National Geographic or something. I'd love to travel all over the world, go to remote villages or mountains or jungles and just take pictures. I've been told a couple times I should be a photojournalist... There is a great need for that in the Christian community. Someone to inform people on what is going on. Maybe I could find some way to combine web design, photography and writing. I like doing all three...I need to have a goal...some way to use these three things soon...hmmm..."
"It's crazy how right when you think you have life figured out, you end up confused again shortly thereafter (usually worse than before). That's how it's been here lately. I've been going to school for 3-4 months now, but it looks like if I continue according to their plan...I'll just end up some boring businessman - I'd honestly almost rather die. I know that living for that would kill me in the heart. I need to do my own thing. I'm not going to live life everyday doing something that doesn't make a difference...and come on...redesigning sites for some guy's company to make him more profit really doesn't matter...at all...in the slightest bit...What would be my dream job...? If I could pick anything it would be a photographer that does stuff like they do in National Geographic or something. I'd love to travel all over the world, go to remote villages or mountains or jungles and just take pictures. I've been told a couple times I should be a photojournalist... There is a great need for that in the Christian community. Someone to inform people on what is going on. Maybe I could find some way to combine web design, photography and writing. I like doing all three...I need to have a goal...some way to use these three things soon...hmmm..."
RESTORATION
I just found a blog entry written by a guy named Jim that I totally identified with. He explained a concept that I struggled in vain to explain to one of my matches on eHarmony. She asked me what my goal for my life was. I told her I wanted to be the man God made me to be. Here's what Jim had to say:
"I don't want to kill it. I want to be who God made me to be. I have to admit, right now, I'm quite far from being that person. The real me just sits in hiding, afraid to come out. This isn't good at all. God has put things in me that other people need, but instead...I'm distant, detached, and afraid to love the people that God has put in my life. 'You're such a jerk' Satan chimes in, 'That person needed encouragement, but once again you failed to give it - That person needed you to love them, but you were too afraid...as usual.' Good thing I serve a God who is going to finish His work in me. Jesus came to 'bind up the brokenhearted, [and] proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound' Isaiah 61:1 KJV. My heart is His now. There is nothing that He can't fix and there is no situation that is hopeless with Him. He is restoring my heart everyday."
I guess that's my goal. I want to be restored.
I think I've figured out what attracted me to the stories of those three characters from the past. They weren't too afraid to care.
"I don't want to kill it. I want to be who God made me to be. I have to admit, right now, I'm quite far from being that person. The real me just sits in hiding, afraid to come out. This isn't good at all. God has put things in me that other people need, but instead...I'm distant, detached, and afraid to love the people that God has put in my life. 'You're such a jerk' Satan chimes in, 'That person needed encouragement, but once again you failed to give it - That person needed you to love them, but you were too afraid...as usual.' Good thing I serve a God who is going to finish His work in me. Jesus came to 'bind up the brokenhearted, [and] proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to them that are bound' Isaiah 61:1 KJV. My heart is His now. There is nothing that He can't fix and there is no situation that is hopeless with Him. He is restoring my heart everyday."
I guess that's my goal. I want to be restored.
I think I've figured out what attracted me to the stories of those three characters from the past. They weren't too afraid to care.
HEROES
It's 2:42 on a Saturday morning, and here's what I'm thinking about. The three books from my childhood that had the greatest impact were The Cross and the Switchblade by David Wilkerson, The Hiding Place by Corrie Ten Boon, and The Biography of Jane Addams, the founder of Hull House in Chicago. It was the personal connection that I felt with the main characters that made these books special to me. I identified with them in a way that I'm trying to piece together this morning. What was it about them that made me connect with them? I loved them, of course. Who wouldn't? All three were heroes, but I read a lot of stories about heroes. Not all of them were special to me - just these three. Why are they in my mind now?
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
OKLAHOMA!
Kari took me to see Oklahoma! in Monroe tonight. Reading the casts' biographies made me want to go into full time theater, but then I thought, "Wait a minute! Weren't you planning to change to a career that would make you MORE money?!?"
Speaking of actors, I'm hoping to travel back at the end of the month to see Ryan and Amanda when Ryan's students put on their show. (Mental note to double check the dates). I found out he just auditioned for a commercial. I can totally see him becoming famous.
Speaking of actors, I'm hoping to travel back at the end of the month to see Ryan and Amanda when Ryan's students put on their show. (Mental note to double check the dates). I found out he just auditioned for a commercial. I can totally see him becoming famous.
Saturday, November 05, 2005
PREMATURE
I had myself totally convinced that I was OK about Katrina. No more grieving, just moving on. "I'm finished with this whole grief thing; I'm just excited about the possibilities." I can't believe I even thought that, much less spoke it to a friend.
So, I went to Gulfport and had breakfast with Ryan and his girlfriend Amanda this morning. And then I visited Chris and Wendy. And then I left and went home, forsaking the rest of the day's plan. I just couldn't handle being in Gulfport anymore. I needed to get out of there, for sanity's sake. My thoughts wouldn't stop racing. My heart wouldn't stop hurting.
I'm just not ready yet.
So, I went to Gulfport and had breakfast with Ryan and his girlfriend Amanda this morning. And then I visited Chris and Wendy. And then I left and went home, forsaking the rest of the day's plan. I just couldn't handle being in Gulfport anymore. I needed to get out of there, for sanity's sake. My thoughts wouldn't stop racing. My heart wouldn't stop hurting.
I'm just not ready yet.
Friday, November 04, 2005
RUBBER SHOES
While visiting a big city, I went into a discount store's shoe department and asked the clerk where I could find a pair of rubber shoes. She smiled and led me directly to...the galoshes! I was surprised and amused, since (and you true country Southern boys and girls who are reading this will know this already) I was requesting the location of their selection of flip flops. I didn't bother to explain the clerk's mistake to her, but I thought you might enjoy the joke. I surely did.
ELEVEN BUCKS AT KINKO'S
$11.oo spent at Kinkos...lots of eHarmony communications...3 downloads from iTunes...finally getting to the blog...can't wait to get home internet access again!
eHarmony has been like being at a dinner party/mingler with lots of cute girls, so I'm, of course, enjoying it. But having dated so few women, I feel so inexperienced and not at all dating savvy. Some of the women I'm talking to seem a lot more experienced with this than I feel. Isn't learning fun?
With some encouragement from friends (you know who you are) I have decided to take that month-long trip to Germany this Christmas. It will actually be a little over a month to avoid the price increase in tickets. Spending time with my brother and his family is exactly what I need right now. It will give me the time to get my brain back in order, and they are exactly the next ones I need to be around when I need to be grounded in who I am in relation to my faith and family (after being with family on American soil).
I'm on a leg of my life's journey that I never anticipated, but I'm past the grief for the most part (though having everything I own crammed into crates in my parent's living room is something I could live without right now) and moving into the excitement of all the possibilities that starting over in this way allows.
I'm headed to the Coast tomorrow for the first time since moving out what I salvaged after the storm. Time to tie up some loose ends and say some better goodbyes to three of my friends. Breakfast with the first, lunch with the second and dinner with the third. Sounds delicious, ha ha.
I'm going to a play with my brother's girlfriend this upcoming Tuesday. I'm filling in since he's back on duty with the LA national gaurd. Having him on a two week break has been great, and the whole family hated to see him go back, but duty calls, you know? I'll still be staying at his place the month of November before I leave for Europe, keeping his girlfriend and son company. I'm hoping to make a couple weekend trips to see my bro's family in Arkansas - camping - yipee!
eHarmony has been like being at a dinner party/mingler with lots of cute girls, so I'm, of course, enjoying it. But having dated so few women, I feel so inexperienced and not at all dating savvy. Some of the women I'm talking to seem a lot more experienced with this than I feel. Isn't learning fun?
With some encouragement from friends (you know who you are) I have decided to take that month-long trip to Germany this Christmas. It will actually be a little over a month to avoid the price increase in tickets. Spending time with my brother and his family is exactly what I need right now. It will give me the time to get my brain back in order, and they are exactly the next ones I need to be around when I need to be grounded in who I am in relation to my faith and family (after being with family on American soil).
I'm on a leg of my life's journey that I never anticipated, but I'm past the grief for the most part (though having everything I own crammed into crates in my parent's living room is something I could live without right now) and moving into the excitement of all the possibilities that starting over in this way allows.
I'm headed to the Coast tomorrow for the first time since moving out what I salvaged after the storm. Time to tie up some loose ends and say some better goodbyes to three of my friends. Breakfast with the first, lunch with the second and dinner with the third. Sounds delicious, ha ha.
I'm going to a play with my brother's girlfriend this upcoming Tuesday. I'm filling in since he's back on duty with the LA national gaurd. Having him on a two week break has been great, and the whole family hated to see him go back, but duty calls, you know? I'll still be staying at his place the month of November before I leave for Europe, keeping his girlfriend and son company. I'm hoping to make a couple weekend trips to see my bro's family in Arkansas - camping - yipee!
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
MRYTLE BEACH
One week in Mrytle Beach is long enough to lose track of what day it is... Ahhhhhhhh, relaxing.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
GERMANY FOR CHRISTMAS
Since I'm taking a break from work, I'm totally enjoying seeing my family again. (I keep expecting somebody to hand me a Christmas gift, though, since that's usually the season that brings all of us together under one roof).
Speaking of Christmas, I talked to my brother Dan tonight about the possibility of nabbing a cheap (ha ha) ticket to Germany and spending a couple three weeks sharing their fa la la's, ho ho ho's and the like.
What do you think? Should I go to Germany? Maybe I'll never come back... It could happen. What would Mom and Dad think about me moving to Germany (or to Japan to teach English at a university) the same year that Dan moves back home to Mississippi?
Speaking of Christmas, I talked to my brother Dan tonight about the possibility of nabbing a cheap (ha ha) ticket to Germany and spending a couple three weeks sharing their fa la la's, ho ho ho's and the like.
What do you think? Should I go to Germany? Maybe I'll never come back... It could happen. What would Mom and Dad think about me moving to Germany (or to Japan to teach English at a university) the same year that Dan moves back home to Mississippi?
SO THIS EHARMONY THING...
So this eHarmony thing is interesting, but it takes up a lot of my computer time, so I've not been posting regularly. But back to the grindstone...
I went camping a couple weekends ago north of Birmingham. I called Terry on Friday, and he & a group of friends were driving up there to hike & camp. I was driving up to my sisters' in the city anyway, so I borrowed a sleeping bag and jacket and drove north to join them.
Hiking in the mountains, enjoying the campfire and the views, the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about God and how much he deserves our praise. I needed that realization that weekend in particular; I was getting a little mopey, but I'm cured now.
I went camping a couple weekends ago north of Birmingham. I called Terry on Friday, and he & a group of friends were driving up there to hike & camp. I was driving up to my sisters' in the city anyway, so I borrowed a sleeping bag and jacket and drove north to join them.
Hiking in the mountains, enjoying the campfire and the views, the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about God and how much he deserves our praise. I needed that realization that weekend in particular; I was getting a little mopey, but I'm cured now.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
NUMBER, PLEASE
My brother in law got a phone message late tonight. He was going to bed at 10 without returning the call. My sister fussed at him, insisting he call back because, "the man is waiting on you to call him back!"
Wow! I'm glad she doesn't know my dirty little secret. Apparently, I'm the world's worst at returning phone calls. Evidence? I've got, like, 15 missed calls/voice messages/text messages that have built up the last couple of weeks that I've yet to return. 'I've been busy' sounds like a totally lame-o excuse, since I'm not working yet. I mean, I guess I have been pretty involved with getting re-acquainted with my sister's family and helping around the house. Three small kids in one house are enough to make you forget that you have a phone, I'm finding out. But I'm thinking the real reason I've procrastinated is that I'm not ready to talk with my acquaintances about my feelings about the hurricane, and I suspect everyone is going to try to make me talk about it before I'm ready. I'm more of a wimp than I thought... I need to call them tomorrow. They probably will understand if I explain that I don't want to talk about it right now.
How long was the longest time you ever took to return a phone call? Come on, beat my record if you can!
Wow! I'm glad she doesn't know my dirty little secret. Apparently, I'm the world's worst at returning phone calls. Evidence? I've got, like, 15 missed calls/voice messages/text messages that have built up the last couple of weeks that I've yet to return. 'I've been busy' sounds like a totally lame-o excuse, since I'm not working yet. I mean, I guess I have been pretty involved with getting re-acquainted with my sister's family and helping around the house. Three small kids in one house are enough to make you forget that you have a phone, I'm finding out. But I'm thinking the real reason I've procrastinated is that I'm not ready to talk with my acquaintances about my feelings about the hurricane, and I suspect everyone is going to try to make me talk about it before I'm ready. I'm more of a wimp than I thought... I need to call them tomorrow. They probably will understand if I explain that I don't want to talk about it right now.
How long was the longest time you ever took to return a phone call? Come on, beat my record if you can!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
COMFORT FOOD?
So, I'm sitting in the wing chair working on pictures on Snapfish when the phone rings, and its Sarah: "We're in the driveway. Throw on some clothes so we can go to dinner at Cracker Barrel." And I seriously dressed so fast I hurt myself. Literally...I smashed my toe, and it bled. Yikes.
But dinner was nice. Nothing like Sunday night breakfast dinner. Mmmm. I've eaten so much while I've been in Birmingham - too many cookies and not enough veggies. I think that comfort food is making me feel less comfortable. While dressing for dinner I realized that I've gained a few pounds since the Hurricane. In that regard, I'm looking forward to being in Ruston where I'll be back on my regular running schudule and back to my normal diet. Goodbye comfort food. Hello being comfortable in my clothing.
So, if you are in a stressful situation, I've got 4 words for you: Don't eat too much.
That's all for tonight. Thank you.
But dinner was nice. Nothing like Sunday night breakfast dinner. Mmmm. I've eaten so much while I've been in Birmingham - too many cookies and not enough veggies. I think that comfort food is making me feel less comfortable. While dressing for dinner I realized that I've gained a few pounds since the Hurricane. In that regard, I'm looking forward to being in Ruston where I'll be back on my regular running schudule and back to my normal diet. Goodbye comfort food. Hello being comfortable in my clothing.
So, if you are in a stressful situation, I've got 4 words for you: Don't eat too much.
That's all for tonight. Thank you.
Saturday, October 01, 2005
HAPPY OCTOBER!
Happy first day of October to you! I love Fall. I can't wait for the first crisp day when the heat of summer disappears and I get a little burst of energy brought on by the colder temperature. Sarah just invited me to go with her and the kids on their Fall Break vacation trip to the Carolinas. Hooray. Now I don't have to be sooo sad about missing Summer Break the last two years. (Boo! Hiss!) I guess I'll just ebay until after the trip, and then it will be time to find a real, albeit temporary, job until next school year starts.
Speaking of Fall, there's always a big debate in Christian circles about Halloween. Is it just a harmless holiday or is it a demonic ritual, or what? What's your opinion?
Speaking of Fall, there's always a big debate in Christian circles about Halloween. Is it just a harmless holiday or is it a demonic ritual, or what? What's your opinion?
Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
HARDY COURT
Every time I watch a movie at a Rave or Cinemark Theater, I think about the improvements that movie houses have made in the last couple of decades. Can you imagine doing without stadium seats with cushy padding and cup holders? But for all their amenities, there’s a missing quality in these new megaplexes, something special that my old hometown theater had. It seemed like it was my theater, like it existed just for me.
The seats at the Hardy Court Theater were sticky, uncomfortable and smelled a little like dirty socks, but they were the first place I watched a big screen film. In 1986, I turned 12. Previous years my parents threw me a regular birthday bash with a cake and balloons. Desperate to grow up, that year I asked for something other than a kiddie party, so Mom drove my friend Steve and me to the theater. I can recall a few sketchy details of that evening. I know what gifts I received. My parents gave me a Swatch and an Ocean Pacific sweater; Steve gave me a Transformer. The food is a little less clear, but I think we went to Baskin Robbins for ice cream after the flick. More vivid are my memories of the theater and the movie. I perceived them as a milestone - a first taste of adult life, so both made a big impression.
Flight of the Navigator is about a 12-year-old boy (one hit wonder Joey Cramer) who’s abducted by aliens. He ends up in the care of a robot (voiced by Paul Reubens), and he must fight to return home. It’s a coming of age story, and the boy gradually learns to make his own decisions and to “navigate” life. There’s a time travel twist that complicates things for him. When the boy returns to Earth, he finds he has traveled 8 years into the future. To his confused dismay, everything once familiar is now different, and everyone he loved has changed. It’s that discontinuity, life flying by as he slowly matures, that I identify with now. It sustains the original memory - the connection fostered that night.
Many changes are driven by people’s constant desire for improvement – bigger, better, faster, more. So it’s appropriate, if not totally symbolic, that the Hardy Court Theater closed in 1987 to make room for a laser tag maze. A new and improved theater across town took its place. I saw many shows there as a teenager, but I never felt that same special connection with a movie or a theater, like I did at the Hardy Court watching Flight of the Navigator.
The seats at the Hardy Court Theater were sticky, uncomfortable and smelled a little like dirty socks, but they were the first place I watched a big screen film. In 1986, I turned 12. Previous years my parents threw me a regular birthday bash with a cake and balloons. Desperate to grow up, that year I asked for something other than a kiddie party, so Mom drove my friend Steve and me to the theater. I can recall a few sketchy details of that evening. I know what gifts I received. My parents gave me a Swatch and an Ocean Pacific sweater; Steve gave me a Transformer. The food is a little less clear, but I think we went to Baskin Robbins for ice cream after the flick. More vivid are my memories of the theater and the movie. I perceived them as a milestone - a first taste of adult life, so both made a big impression.
Flight of the Navigator is about a 12-year-old boy (one hit wonder Joey Cramer) who’s abducted by aliens. He ends up in the care of a robot (voiced by Paul Reubens), and he must fight to return home. It’s a coming of age story, and the boy gradually learns to make his own decisions and to “navigate” life. There’s a time travel twist that complicates things for him. When the boy returns to Earth, he finds he has traveled 8 years into the future. To his confused dismay, everything once familiar is now different, and everyone he loved has changed. It’s that discontinuity, life flying by as he slowly matures, that I identify with now. It sustains the original memory - the connection fostered that night.
Many changes are driven by people’s constant desire for improvement – bigger, better, faster, more. So it’s appropriate, if not totally symbolic, that the Hardy Court Theater closed in 1987 to make room for a laser tag maze. A new and improved theater across town took its place. I saw many shows there as a teenager, but I never felt that same special connection with a movie or a theater, like I did at the Hardy Court watching Flight of the Navigator.
Monday, September 26, 2005
THE MATCH GAME
Am I having an early midlife crises brought on by hurricane displacement? On a whim, I logged onto a match making service and took the personality quiz! Mostly I was taking it for self-discovery purposes, not expecting anyone to respond to my profile. I wondered whose personality the super computer would suggest as a match. Lo and behold, a couple of women (who live far away) have shown interest.
I'm more shy than I thought. It's taken me two days just to get used to the idea - and to work up the nerve, and today I'm going to respond to their inquiries.
What's your opinion of online match making? What about long distance relationships?
I'm more shy than I thought. It's taken me two days just to get used to the idea - and to work up the nerve, and today I'm going to respond to their inquiries.
What's your opinion of online match making? What about long distance relationships?
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
WIT
Sa and I just watched a chick flick: Mike Nichols' Wit. I picked it up at the library, thinking she would appreciate an Emma Thompson picture. At the end, while my sister was bawling her head off, she reached over and slugged me. "Don't ever bring another movie like that into my house."
Regardless of Sa's reaction, I think it was good for us to watch it. Seeing somebody die of cancer really puts things into perspective. Bravo to Ms. Thompson for her performance.
What is your favorite tearjerker?
Regardless of Sa's reaction, I think it was good for us to watch it. Seeing somebody die of cancer really puts things into perspective. Bravo to Ms. Thompson for her performance.
What is your favorite tearjerker?
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
HOLY WATER IN A SIPEE CUP
I took my neice to preschool this a.m. She was late. It took me 10 minutes to get her into the child safety seat. She was cooperative. It was the seat that gave me problems. Mysteriously, it was no longer attached to the car. And two of the straps were twisted. As I wrestled with the seat, struggling to reattach it and straighten the belts, it seemed to take on its very own personality (not a nice one, by any means). I think I will nickname the thing "Emily Rose." Please don't get the impression that I am planning to see that movie. Have you seen the preview? I had to get up and leave, it freaked me out so much.
When I pick up a novel, I may get a movie from the Hoover library tonight. I dropped off a couple of books there the other night for my sister. It was so much better than my last library - the one my class just visited on a field trip. Hoover has the nicest small branch I've ever seen, and it was packed at 9 at night! It has wireless internet, as well as computer stations. And the selection of books, periodicals and movies was top notch. Forget checking out the mall or country club. When I'm picking a new town, one of the things I'm going to check out is the library; I want to make sure I relocate to a community of avid readers.
I just finished reading my last novel, and I'm hungry for more. It took me a little longer than usual to finish it; my neices and nephew love to climb all over me while I'm trying to read. I usually ended up putting my book away and reading one of theirs, so at least we clocked some good literary time together. My favorite book of theirs so far is Love that Dog by Sharon Creech. It's written like a child's response journal. The main character begins writing poetry. It reminds me of my own students, and my own feelings about writing.
When I pick up a novel, I may get a movie from the Hoover library tonight. I dropped off a couple of books there the other night for my sister. It was so much better than my last library - the one my class just visited on a field trip. Hoover has the nicest small branch I've ever seen, and it was packed at 9 at night! It has wireless internet, as well as computer stations. And the selection of books, periodicals and movies was top notch. Forget checking out the mall or country club. When I'm picking a new town, one of the things I'm going to check out is the library; I want to make sure I relocate to a community of avid readers.
I just finished reading my last novel, and I'm hungry for more. It took me a little longer than usual to finish it; my neices and nephew love to climb all over me while I'm trying to read. I usually ended up putting my book away and reading one of theirs, so at least we clocked some good literary time together. My favorite book of theirs so far is Love that Dog by Sharon Creech. It's written like a child's response journal. The main character begins writing poetry. It reminds me of my own students, and my own feelings about writing.
Monday, September 19, 2005
A BURGER BY ANY OTHER NAME
I heard my surname more times during my first year of teaching than I had during the previous years of my life combined. The students whined it every few minutes, and with each request I hated the sound of my own name more. The effect was so nerve-wracking that my own last name began to echo in my waking thoughts and to haunt my dreams.
One day I had finally had enough of the students’ calling. I wrote my name on the board and crossed through it. “This is no longer my name,” I instructed. From now on, my new name is, “Here’s five dollars.” Use my new name in place of the old one. For example, if you need to borrow an eraser, you will now address me in this way: “Here’s five dollars, can I borrow an eraser?” If you need the bathroom pass, you should say, “Here’s five dollars, can I have the pass?”
The new name only lasted for a day, but it broke the strain of hearing my real name repeated so frequently. The nightmares stopped and my sense of humor returned.
That wasn't the first time work had given me funny dreams. For my first job, I did a stint at the local fast food dive the summer after my high school senior year. I had a girlfriend and dates to support, so I worked a lot of hours. After the first few weeks, I started dreaming about taking people's orders. Then one morning, when the alarm clock rang, instead of rolling over to turn it off, I woke up saying, "May I take your order?"
One day I had finally had enough of the students’ calling. I wrote my name on the board and crossed through it. “This is no longer my name,” I instructed. From now on, my new name is, “Here’s five dollars.” Use my new name in place of the old one. For example, if you need to borrow an eraser, you will now address me in this way: “Here’s five dollars, can I borrow an eraser?” If you need the bathroom pass, you should say, “Here’s five dollars, can I have the pass?”
The new name only lasted for a day, but it broke the strain of hearing my real name repeated so frequently. The nightmares stopped and my sense of humor returned.
That wasn't the first time work had given me funny dreams. For my first job, I did a stint at the local fast food dive the summer after my high school senior year. I had a girlfriend and dates to support, so I worked a lot of hours. After the first few weeks, I started dreaming about taking people's orders. Then one morning, when the alarm clock rang, instead of rolling over to turn it off, I woke up saying, "May I take your order?"
Saturday, September 17, 2005
REUNION
I'm sorry I didn't ask R. for a date. If I could live my senior year over, I'd ask her. I'd had a crush on her since kindergarten. She might have said yes. Insecurity stopped me from making the first move. Now I'll never know what might have been.
I have a handful of teenage regrets like this one, only a few. Summed up, I had a satisfying teen experience. High school was a fun time. It would be hard to ask for more, really. But I don't put those years on a pedestal, and they were not the best years of my life. In that respect, I'm in a slim minority when compared with my classmates.
Lets go back two years, to 2003. My 10 year high school reunion was painful. As I maneuvered the room between tables of ex-classmates, I got the sense that some voodoo witchdoctor had hexed everyone, removing the living part of them - and leaving shells. My diagnosis was an easy one - the smell of death was everywhere. Their dreams were beyond resurrection, and their funk overshadowed the festivity. And something else constantly resonated under the feeble party music "I was happy, once" was the evening's theme.
The star quarterback was bald, and the head cheerleader was fat. Their lives had turned out differently than they'd hoped, and they had changed for the worse. They had stopped making plans for the future and had lost hope in a happier tomorrow. My '93 graduation address to the class came back to mind several times during the evening, the words echoing back hollow and meaningless. Who had I been talking to that night? Were these really the same people? It wasn't just the gowns and mortar boards that were missing. Where were the bright faces, shining eyes, and hopeful grins? Maybe college, careers, marriage, and children were not what they had expected, but was it all so bad? Bad enough to make them bitter and hopeless? It was the saddest funeral I've ever attended: RIP youthful optimism. Not to mention good looks.
I (of course) found myself in a different place that summer night. I was optimistic about my very promising future. I looked better than I had in high school. My dreams weren't dead, just pruned. Life was balancing itself out so that I'd have a stable foundation for the next fifty years. Was it my faith in God that made me different? I thought so at the time. The witch doctor could just shove it. I was never going to be a zombie.
That was just pride on my part. Now I think I was immature. I hadn't avoided the same place the rest of my class was in. I just hadn't reached it yet - the place they had been living in for a year or two - or more. But here I am in that place now. The ghosts of my classmates greeted me upon arrival. They are glad to help me mourn my losses. Drawn to my dead dreams, they circle around me, whispering, "I used to be happy." Should I mimic their refrain? Stop dreaming? Lose faith? What am I doing?
I have a handful of teenage regrets like this one, only a few. Summed up, I had a satisfying teen experience. High school was a fun time. It would be hard to ask for more, really. But I don't put those years on a pedestal, and they were not the best years of my life. In that respect, I'm in a slim minority when compared with my classmates.
Lets go back two years, to 2003. My 10 year high school reunion was painful. As I maneuvered the room between tables of ex-classmates, I got the sense that some voodoo witchdoctor had hexed everyone, removing the living part of them - and leaving shells. My diagnosis was an easy one - the smell of death was everywhere. Their dreams were beyond resurrection, and their funk overshadowed the festivity. And something else constantly resonated under the feeble party music "I was happy, once" was the evening's theme.
The star quarterback was bald, and the head cheerleader was fat. Their lives had turned out differently than they'd hoped, and they had changed for the worse. They had stopped making plans for the future and had lost hope in a happier tomorrow. My '93 graduation address to the class came back to mind several times during the evening, the words echoing back hollow and meaningless. Who had I been talking to that night? Were these really the same people? It wasn't just the gowns and mortar boards that were missing. Where were the bright faces, shining eyes, and hopeful grins? Maybe college, careers, marriage, and children were not what they had expected, but was it all so bad? Bad enough to make them bitter and hopeless? It was the saddest funeral I've ever attended: RIP youthful optimism. Not to mention good looks.
I (of course) found myself in a different place that summer night. I was optimistic about my very promising future. I looked better than I had in high school. My dreams weren't dead, just pruned. Life was balancing itself out so that I'd have a stable foundation for the next fifty years. Was it my faith in God that made me different? I thought so at the time. The witch doctor could just shove it. I was never going to be a zombie.
That was just pride on my part. Now I think I was immature. I hadn't avoided the same place the rest of my class was in. I just hadn't reached it yet - the place they had been living in for a year or two - or more. But here I am in that place now. The ghosts of my classmates greeted me upon arrival. They are glad to help me mourn my losses. Drawn to my dead dreams, they circle around me, whispering, "I used to be happy." Should I mimic their refrain? Stop dreaming? Lose faith? What am I doing?
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
GET A HAIRCUT AND GET A REAL JOB
Where do I begin? OK. First off, thanks to everyone who's been praying for my family and friends. God is faithful!
Christen is alive! She was rescued during the hurricane and taken to a total stranger's house, where she has been staying without phone access. She couldn't have called us anyway, because she did not have anyone's phone number memorized. She had plugged them into the cell phone and all she had to do was enter the shortcut code or say our names. Not knowing anyone's phone number! There's a new hazard of modern living! I realized that I'm just as guilty; I only know two phone numbers of loved ones. I guess I need to memorize some more just in case I lose my phone during an emergency.
My apartment was gross - black mold and mildew. It took two days to box up my stuff and drive it up to my parents' house for storage. During that time the exposure to the toxins in the apartment made me ill - I'll spare you a list of symptoms. Man, I wish I had worn gloves and a mask. I thought I was smarter than that!
I'm shuffling between family member's houses until I can figure out what I'm doing. Steve is still serving in New Orleans, so his place is my eventual destination. Jenny is staying with my cousin in Hattiesburg since Southern Miss Hattiesburg classes started this week. They are redoing her apartment for her, but it will take a couple of weeks. My apartment complex released me from my lease since my place is unlivable. They said they were just glad I turned my keys in since most of the residents had left and not turned in their keys or told the manager if they were coming back or not.
Terry and Jo went down to Florida for a couple of weeks to get away from the mess and sort things out. Terry already is starting to sound normal again. I think we are all coming out of the shock we've been in. I got a haircut today and shaved. I was starting to look like Tom Hanks in that shipwreck movie. I guess getting a haircut is moving one step closer to finding a job (if that song is right). How much longer will I be living out of a suitcase?
Christen is alive! She was rescued during the hurricane and taken to a total stranger's house, where she has been staying without phone access. She couldn't have called us anyway, because she did not have anyone's phone number memorized. She had plugged them into the cell phone and all she had to do was enter the shortcut code or say our names. Not knowing anyone's phone number! There's a new hazard of modern living! I realized that I'm just as guilty; I only know two phone numbers of loved ones. I guess I need to memorize some more just in case I lose my phone during an emergency.
My apartment was gross - black mold and mildew. It took two days to box up my stuff and drive it up to my parents' house for storage. During that time the exposure to the toxins in the apartment made me ill - I'll spare you a list of symptoms. Man, I wish I had worn gloves and a mask. I thought I was smarter than that!
I'm shuffling between family member's houses until I can figure out what I'm doing. Steve is still serving in New Orleans, so his place is my eventual destination. Jenny is staying with my cousin in Hattiesburg since Southern Miss Hattiesburg classes started this week. They are redoing her apartment for her, but it will take a couple of weeks. My apartment complex released me from my lease since my place is unlivable. They said they were just glad I turned my keys in since most of the residents had left and not turned in their keys or told the manager if they were coming back or not.
Terry and Jo went down to Florida for a couple of weeks to get away from the mess and sort things out. Terry already is starting to sound normal again. I think we are all coming out of the shock we've been in. I got a haircut today and shaved. I was starting to look like Tom Hanks in that shipwreck movie. I guess getting a haircut is moving one step closer to finding a job (if that song is right). How much longer will I be living out of a suitcase?
Monday, September 05, 2005
CHRISTEN
Terry called on his cell phone. He turned Christen's name and description in to the morgue. Bodies of people who were washed out to sea are washing in every day. The local government is afraid of a dysentery outbreak. Terry and Jo went to look at a shelter that they were considering staying in for a day or two. They said people were going to the bathroom in the middle of the restroom floor because the toilets were so full. Of course, they won't be staying there. Terry said that the riots had gotten a lot better now that there are curfews and a stronger police presence.
He is finally starting to realize that he and Jo can't live there anymore. I've been trying to tell him that for a week, but with the stress he's having trouble processing what I'm saying. (Apparently he's got the same brain thing I have had this week). He finally said, "Where am I going to go to school? How will I finish my degree on time when the campus is gone? I have to move."
Coastal authorities are not issuing a mandatory evacuation, but they are encouraging people who can leave to leave. That would include me, since I'm already gone. OK, so where do I go? The news reports say lots of people in damaged areas are wandering aimlessly. They didn't report that evacuees are wandering aimlessly, too. If you go to the strip malls here in Birmingham, you see lots of MS and LA tags in the parking lot.
To update you on our travel plans, we did go south yesterday. We split into two teams. Daniel and Jasper went to Purvis. They had a difficult time convincing the police to let them through the road block. They brought the water and other supplies to mom and dad, but they couldn't convince them to evacuate. I can't understand their reasoning. When I spoke to Mom on Jasper's cell, she would only talk about me. She's been worried about me. It was good to hear her voice.
Driving south with Jenny was like living out a doomsday epic - the damage worsened as we approached home. We had gas cans in the blazer so that we could fill up before heading back north. Because of the gas shortage and because of terrible rumors we've heard, we were afraid someone might try to steal our gas. Once we left Alabama, there were bags over the pumps of most of the stations we passed. The ones that were open had long lines. We were impressed with the number of police and military who were making the drive with us. They were everywhere, thank God.
Jenny and I checked out her apartment in Hattiesburg. She spent our time there crying and processing the loss emotionally. I folded her clothes and put them in bags to take back. Her living room furniture is a total loss from water damage. Water poured down inside her walls and under the cracks below her doors. All the doors in her apartment had to be forced open and the smell of mildew was overpowering. The walls in the living room, dining room and bath are covered in mildew and black mold. She has to find somewhere to stay before classes start back at Southern. Her grad program is only a year, so they have to resume quickly. She talked to somebody on campus and found out that they are cutting holidays to make up the lost time.
Jasper and Daniel got caught by the curfew and had to spend the night at Mom and Dads. They have half my gas cans, so I can't go to the Coast until they return. I'm trying to figure out if I should even go down there yet. Terry got my important papers out of the apartment. I'd like to try to get down there tomorrow to bring Terry and Jo some supplies (if they won't leave now) and maybe even salvage something from the apartment. Terry went and checked it out. It's not destroyed, like I first thought. But it is water damaged, and he said it stinks to high heaven.
He is finally starting to realize that he and Jo can't live there anymore. I've been trying to tell him that for a week, but with the stress he's having trouble processing what I'm saying. (Apparently he's got the same brain thing I have had this week). He finally said, "Where am I going to go to school? How will I finish my degree on time when the campus is gone? I have to move."
Coastal authorities are not issuing a mandatory evacuation, but they are encouraging people who can leave to leave. That would include me, since I'm already gone. OK, so where do I go? The news reports say lots of people in damaged areas are wandering aimlessly. They didn't report that evacuees are wandering aimlessly, too. If you go to the strip malls here in Birmingham, you see lots of MS and LA tags in the parking lot.
To update you on our travel plans, we did go south yesterday. We split into two teams. Daniel and Jasper went to Purvis. They had a difficult time convincing the police to let them through the road block. They brought the water and other supplies to mom and dad, but they couldn't convince them to evacuate. I can't understand their reasoning. When I spoke to Mom on Jasper's cell, she would only talk about me. She's been worried about me. It was good to hear her voice.
Driving south with Jenny was like living out a doomsday epic - the damage worsened as we approached home. We had gas cans in the blazer so that we could fill up before heading back north. Because of the gas shortage and because of terrible rumors we've heard, we were afraid someone might try to steal our gas. Once we left Alabama, there were bags over the pumps of most of the stations we passed. The ones that were open had long lines. We were impressed with the number of police and military who were making the drive with us. They were everywhere, thank God.
Jenny and I checked out her apartment in Hattiesburg. She spent our time there crying and processing the loss emotionally. I folded her clothes and put them in bags to take back. Her living room furniture is a total loss from water damage. Water poured down inside her walls and under the cracks below her doors. All the doors in her apartment had to be forced open and the smell of mildew was overpowering. The walls in the living room, dining room and bath are covered in mildew and black mold. She has to find somewhere to stay before classes start back at Southern. Her grad program is only a year, so they have to resume quickly. She talked to somebody on campus and found out that they are cutting holidays to make up the lost time.
Jasper and Daniel got caught by the curfew and had to spend the night at Mom and Dads. They have half my gas cans, so I can't go to the Coast until they return. I'm trying to figure out if I should even go down there yet. Terry got my important papers out of the apartment. I'd like to try to get down there tomorrow to bring Terry and Jo some supplies (if they won't leave now) and maybe even salvage something from the apartment. Terry went and checked it out. It's not destroyed, like I first thought. But it is water damaged, and he said it stinks to high heaven.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
MOM AND DAD
My parents just got through on the phone! Dad is talking to Sa right now. He's saying they need water and a bunch of supplies. Good thing we just found out that the roads opened up going south. Sa is trying to convince Mom and Dad to come back to B'ham with us.
Jenny's Grandparents finally got phone service and called Jenny's mom to find out why nobody had come looking for them. We tried to explain that nobody had contact with their entire town, and that nobody could get in or out, so we didn't know what had happened to them and were more worried than they were.
Steve used a pay phone in New Orleans to call us yesterday! He was down by the Aquarium of the Americas. He had no idea that the MS Coast had been hit. He'd gone straight to New Orleans before the storm hit there when his Nat Gaurd unit was activated. It's so weird to think that I stood by that same payphone on July 4th watching fireworks and listening to a brass band. Now he's there surrounded by floodwaters and troops carrying machine guns!
We had been planning on checking out the damage at Jenny's apartment in Hattiesburg tomorrow morning, but it looks like we'll be going a little further south to Mom and Dad's instead. It will be good to see them. I hope that we can convince them to leave and come back with us until power and water are restored there. Wondering when I can try to salvage some things from my apartment. I am sick of wearing the same clothes day after day, but I don't want to buy new ones if I can salvage some of the ones in Gulfport.
Still no word on Christen. I put her name on all the missing persons lists that I could find online today. I am not going to give up hope!
Jenny's Grandparents finally got phone service and called Jenny's mom to find out why nobody had come looking for them. We tried to explain that nobody had contact with their entire town, and that nobody could get in or out, so we didn't know what had happened to them and were more worried than they were.
Steve used a pay phone in New Orleans to call us yesterday! He was down by the Aquarium of the Americas. He had no idea that the MS Coast had been hit. He'd gone straight to New Orleans before the storm hit there when his Nat Gaurd unit was activated. It's so weird to think that I stood by that same payphone on July 4th watching fireworks and listening to a brass band. Now he's there surrounded by floodwaters and troops carrying machine guns!
We had been planning on checking out the damage at Jenny's apartment in Hattiesburg tomorrow morning, but it looks like we'll be going a little further south to Mom and Dad's instead. It will be good to see them. I hope that we can convince them to leave and come back with us until power and water are restored there. Wondering when I can try to salvage some things from my apartment. I am sick of wearing the same clothes day after day, but I don't want to buy new ones if I can salvage some of the ones in Gulfport.
Still no word on Christen. I put her name on all the missing persons lists that I could find online today. I am not going to give up hope!
Thursday, September 01, 2005
AFTERMATH
I never dreamed that the damage would be this bad. My town is gone. It looks like a nuclear bomb hit it. My apartment building is destroyed. The city has no power, water, sewage or gasoline. There's a curfew from 7 to 7. Officially, the roads are blocked for everyone but official vehicles, but the authorities are letting people leave.
My roommate Terry and his girlfriend Jo are both trapped. The only way to contact them is text messaging. They are begging to be rescued; they don't have enough gas to leave. There is a shortage of gas here-all over. There are no gas containers either. People are raising the prices to $30 for a 5-gallon plastic gas can! I found a stash of 1-gallon containers at a hardware store and bought 50 of them. I'm planning on going down Monday if they will open the roads. I'll check the damage at the apartment and bring Terry enough gas to get out of there.
I don't know where I'm going to live and work now. The estimates say it will be months before we have working power and sewage/water. That means I'll have to move. I'm looking at options, probably somewhere close to family. My top three are Birmingham AL, Oxford MS, and Ruston LA. Or should I move to Japan and teach English? Maybe I can do that when I'm debt free.
My brother Steve is a National Guardsman. He was sent to watch over the refugees at the Superdome. They are being moved, and Steve is being outfitted with a machine gun and armor to patrol the streets of New Orleans. His kids are freaked. He's too old to be doing that, they think. He gave us a 30 second phone call to tell us what he would be doing. He said he would be in New Orleans doing that for at least a month, and that we should not expect any communication with him during that time. What's the deal with that? Even soldiers during the world wars had mail. How are we supposed to manage his finances without being able to talk with him again? And a cop and a guardsman have already been shot. Rescue workers were crying into their phones and refusing to land helicopters because they were scared of the people with guns. That's what Steve is facing? Why aren't they sending in young federal troops to assist and relieve them?
And why haven't they started fund raising to help the poor people who have lost everything and have no other way of getting help? What's going on with the president and congress? The governors can't do this by themselves? I want more on the news about relief efforts.
I'm wondering what to do about my bills. How do I cancel utilities and my rental agreement in the middle of this mess, and can they still try to hold me to them? The credit card gave me two months of no payments and zero interest til '07 on new purchases made from now til December. That offer surprised me.
I think my best bet would be to move into my brother's house in Louisiana while he is gone and to try to get a job teaching in Ruston. Tons of refugee children from Southern LA are enrolling and will need teachers. At least I could get get a full time sub position.
I just keep thinking of the life I had on the Coast and how it would be impossible for me to live there now. No dinner at Gregg's next week. No running with Algernon in the morning. No biking with Chris and Wendy. No church on Wednesday night or homegroup on Tuesday. No field trip to the museum with my class. No camping with Josh and Rachel next month. No living with Terry and helping him and Jo with the wedding. No getting to know Ryan. No dance class. No auditions for plays. No festivals in Ocean Springs. No hockey games with Brice. No shopping. No late night dinners at Mary Mahoney's. No walks on the beach. No cooking waffles for Terry or making milkshakes for Jo. No Christmas party for the class. No spring break trip. No games and cookies with Chris & Katie. No shared laughs with Christen....maybe never again. Oh God, where is Christen?
It's like I just died, or at least a part of me did...and I don't have time to grieve. Even if I could take the time to grieve, other people are determined not to let me do so. I feel so helpless anyway, and at the mercy of others' good graces and well-intentioned but unwanted words of advice and glib "wisdom." They haven't ever been through anything like this, so I wish they'd just be quiet and give me some space - and allow me to make my own decisions about what I have to do next.
I am scared about Christen Wirth. She and her mom refused to leave their house on Oceanview. Terry said their house is not there anymore. It washed into the ocean. They are missing, maybe dead, and the Red Cross won't let me put them on the missing persons' list because I'm not a family member. How stupid is that? They don't have any family members to report them missing. Bureaucracy is from the pit of hell and only hurts people. Damn their paperwork and procedures. I can't find my friend and Terry and I are the closest thing she had to family who are here and who can ask somebody to find them! I don't even remember her Dad's first name. How am I supposed to find him so he can put her on the list? How is he - all the way in Colorado - supposed to know that she is missing and report her?
Seeing the overhead footage of the destruction only reminded me of all the happy memories I have of living on the coast for the past 8 years. Burying myself and Chris and Terry in the sand in our tuxedos. Wishing that night I could live in the beach house - and then moving in there with Terry a year later. Jason waking me up at the crack of dawn to eat French toast - scaring me to death bangin on my windows. The cookout with fireworks and bonfire when I met Josh and his dog. Being in Josh and Rachel's wedding. Teaching with Erinne. The road trips with Terry and Jo and Kristen and...Christina. Visiting Terry at the Fire Station. Visiting Jesse at the Fire Station. Going to Marine Life with Alan - and saying goodbye to my life in Hattiesburg that weekend. Dating Chris...for better or for worse. Trying to get to know the enigma that is Ken Tims. Helping John write his Valedictory speech. Cooking Thanksgiving dinner for my parents at the beach house. Trying to help Richie. Friendship with Billy D. My secret crush on Bridgette. Early morning donuts at Tato Nut. Hockey and football with Rob. Running with Casey. Running with Algernon. Steak dinners at Captain Al's with Chris Creel. Working out with Jerry. Living with Jack and Sandee. Living with Josh and - God help me - Casey and Warren and Tony and Jesse (and Teddy) and Matt. Teaching with Kim. Acting with Ryan. Eating Paul's King cakes. Teaching Zeke, Elizabeth, and Alyssa. I love the Coast. I love its people. And when I finally realize that, I still know I have to leave and start over. But, where?
My roommate Terry and his girlfriend Jo are both trapped. The only way to contact them is text messaging. They are begging to be rescued; they don't have enough gas to leave. There is a shortage of gas here-all over. There are no gas containers either. People are raising the prices to $30 for a 5-gallon plastic gas can! I found a stash of 1-gallon containers at a hardware store and bought 50 of them. I'm planning on going down Monday if they will open the roads. I'll check the damage at the apartment and bring Terry enough gas to get out of there.
I don't know where I'm going to live and work now. The estimates say it will be months before we have working power and sewage/water. That means I'll have to move. I'm looking at options, probably somewhere close to family. My top three are Birmingham AL, Oxford MS, and Ruston LA. Or should I move to Japan and teach English? Maybe I can do that when I'm debt free.
My brother Steve is a National Guardsman. He was sent to watch over the refugees at the Superdome. They are being moved, and Steve is being outfitted with a machine gun and armor to patrol the streets of New Orleans. His kids are freaked. He's too old to be doing that, they think. He gave us a 30 second phone call to tell us what he would be doing. He said he would be in New Orleans doing that for at least a month, and that we should not expect any communication with him during that time. What's the deal with that? Even soldiers during the world wars had mail. How are we supposed to manage his finances without being able to talk with him again? And a cop and a guardsman have already been shot. Rescue workers were crying into their phones and refusing to land helicopters because they were scared of the people with guns. That's what Steve is facing? Why aren't they sending in young federal troops to assist and relieve them?
And why haven't they started fund raising to help the poor people who have lost everything and have no other way of getting help? What's going on with the president and congress? The governors can't do this by themselves? I want more on the news about relief efforts.
I'm wondering what to do about my bills. How do I cancel utilities and my rental agreement in the middle of this mess, and can they still try to hold me to them? The credit card gave me two months of no payments and zero interest til '07 on new purchases made from now til December. That offer surprised me.
I think my best bet would be to move into my brother's house in Louisiana while he is gone and to try to get a job teaching in Ruston. Tons of refugee children from Southern LA are enrolling and will need teachers. At least I could get get a full time sub position.
I just keep thinking of the life I had on the Coast and how it would be impossible for me to live there now. No dinner at Gregg's next week. No running with Algernon in the morning. No biking with Chris and Wendy. No church on Wednesday night or homegroup on Tuesday. No field trip to the museum with my class. No camping with Josh and Rachel next month. No living with Terry and helping him and Jo with the wedding. No getting to know Ryan. No dance class. No auditions for plays. No festivals in Ocean Springs. No hockey games with Brice. No shopping. No late night dinners at Mary Mahoney's. No walks on the beach. No cooking waffles for Terry or making milkshakes for Jo. No Christmas party for the class. No spring break trip. No games and cookies with Chris & Katie. No shared laughs with Christen....maybe never again. Oh God, where is Christen?
It's like I just died, or at least a part of me did...and I don't have time to grieve. Even if I could take the time to grieve, other people are determined not to let me do so. I feel so helpless anyway, and at the mercy of others' good graces and well-intentioned but unwanted words of advice and glib "wisdom." They haven't ever been through anything like this, so I wish they'd just be quiet and give me some space - and allow me to make my own decisions about what I have to do next.
I am scared about Christen Wirth. She and her mom refused to leave their house on Oceanview. Terry said their house is not there anymore. It washed into the ocean. They are missing, maybe dead, and the Red Cross won't let me put them on the missing persons' list because I'm not a family member. How stupid is that? They don't have any family members to report them missing. Bureaucracy is from the pit of hell and only hurts people. Damn their paperwork and procedures. I can't find my friend and Terry and I are the closest thing she had to family who are here and who can ask somebody to find them! I don't even remember her Dad's first name. How am I supposed to find him so he can put her on the list? How is he - all the way in Colorado - supposed to know that she is missing and report her?
Seeing the overhead footage of the destruction only reminded me of all the happy memories I have of living on the coast for the past 8 years. Burying myself and Chris and Terry in the sand in our tuxedos. Wishing that night I could live in the beach house - and then moving in there with Terry a year later. Jason waking me up at the crack of dawn to eat French toast - scaring me to death bangin on my windows. The cookout with fireworks and bonfire when I met Josh and his dog. Being in Josh and Rachel's wedding. Teaching with Erinne. The road trips with Terry and Jo and Kristen and...Christina. Visiting Terry at the Fire Station. Visiting Jesse at the Fire Station. Going to Marine Life with Alan - and saying goodbye to my life in Hattiesburg that weekend. Dating Chris...for better or for worse. Trying to get to know the enigma that is Ken Tims. Helping John write his Valedictory speech. Cooking Thanksgiving dinner for my parents at the beach house. Trying to help Richie. Friendship with Billy D. My secret crush on Bridgette. Early morning donuts at Tato Nut. Hockey and football with Rob. Running with Casey. Running with Algernon. Steak dinners at Captain Al's with Chris Creel. Working out with Jerry. Living with Jack and Sandee. Living with Josh and - God help me - Casey and Warren and Tony and Jesse (and Teddy) and Matt. Teaching with Kim. Acting with Ryan. Eating Paul's King cakes. Teaching Zeke, Elizabeth, and Alyssa. I love the Coast. I love its people. And when I finally realize that, I still know I have to leave and start over. But, where?
Monday, August 29, 2005
MORE ON KATRINA
Here's a link to a Hattiesburg American article from midday Monday.
Sa just spoke to Annette to let her and the kids know that Dan is safe and will fly into B'ham tonight.
We just got through to Mom and Dad via a neighbor's cell phone. (They're in the same shelter). He said that the downed trees and power lines were so bad that they couldn't get out to check on the horses and other animals at the farm. From what they said, the storm was worse than Camille, and they guess it will be weeks before the town has full power. That sounds like an exaggeration, but then, I'm not seeing what they can see. They said the amount of downed trees is mind-blowing and that Purvis/Hattiesburg were hit severely. They said that all the buildings near the church building were severely damaged.
Sa just spoke to Annette to let her and the kids know that Dan is safe and will fly into B'ham tonight.
We just got through to Mom and Dad via a neighbor's cell phone. (They're in the same shelter). He said that the downed trees and power lines were so bad that they couldn't get out to check on the horses and other animals at the farm. From what they said, the storm was worse than Camille, and they guess it will be weeks before the town has full power. That sounds like an exaggeration, but then, I'm not seeing what they can see. They said the amount of downed trees is mind-blowing and that Purvis/Hattiesburg were hit severely. They said that all the buildings near the church building were severely damaged.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?
AAAHHH...I can't reach Terry and JoEllen. The last I heard they were trapped in Ocean Springs, unable to drive any further East. No news from Christen,either. Still can't believe she decided to stay at her house - a block from the beach!
I spoke to Algernon. He decided to stay at my apartment complex - who knows why. He said the power was off and would be for about 72 hours or more. According to Algernon, the complex suffered a lot of damage - downed trees, siding knocked off, and (aack) lots of water damage including collapsed ceilings - hopefully not in my building, but I won't know until I get back down there.
Last I heard from Mom and Dad, they were headed to a local church set up as a shelter. Even if they had a cell phone, we wouldn't be able reach them. Nobody from the southern half of the state can get a working signal, apparently.
How ironic is it that my brother Daniel picked today to fly in from Germany. He's switched his flight from New Orleans to B'ham, so I can pick him up tonight and bring him back to Mom and Dad's when this blows over. If my apt. is badly damaged, looks like I might be living with the folks for a while. That's a long commute to work in Gulfport with these high gas prices, though.
Man, I wish our phones would start working so I could know how everybody is. Please, God, let the phones start working soon.
I spoke to Algernon. He decided to stay at my apartment complex - who knows why. He said the power was off and would be for about 72 hours or more. According to Algernon, the complex suffered a lot of damage - downed trees, siding knocked off, and (aack) lots of water damage including collapsed ceilings - hopefully not in my building, but I won't know until I get back down there.
Last I heard from Mom and Dad, they were headed to a local church set up as a shelter. Even if they had a cell phone, we wouldn't be able reach them. Nobody from the southern half of the state can get a working signal, apparently.
How ironic is it that my brother Daniel picked today to fly in from Germany. He's switched his flight from New Orleans to B'ham, so I can pick him up tonight and bring him back to Mom and Dad's when this blows over. If my apt. is badly damaged, looks like I might be living with the folks for a while. That's a long commute to work in Gulfport with these high gas prices, though.
Man, I wish our phones would start working so I could know how everybody is. Please, God, let the phones start working soon.
Sunday, August 28, 2005
KATRINA
I am a refugee. On the road all day, fleeing the hurricane, I've used nothing but public restrooms. I haven't even washed my face; we left right after I ate my last bite of raisin bran. Without a shower and dressed in yesterday's laundry, I finally arrived at my sis's house in B'ham about an hour ago. I say finally because we'd been in town a while. Sa and her family got a later start leaving Mom & Dad's house than Jen and I did, so they arrived hours after us. While waiting for them to unlock the house, Jenny and I were left to wander around the Summit, taking in a movie and listening to music at Barnes & Noble. Doesn't sound too bad, until you consider how we looked and how we smelled. Ha ha. All the well-dressed couples on dates gave us funny looks. It wasn't just my imagination, was it? Wish I had taken a few more clothes in my rush to evacuate. Wearing the same 2 t shirts and shorts may get old. Looks like the storm is headed right this way, so I'm left wondering when we can return south. It was hard to take the storm seriously after the last one was a false alarm, for us, anyway. So I left my electronics and clothes and pictures and... Oh, well. I've heard Katrina compared to Camile about a hundred times today, so I'm imagining catastrophy waiting for us with open arms. Hearing horror stories about category 5 hurricanes obviously planted some deadly seeds in my brain. I was impressed with the number of friends who called to make sure I was getting out of harm's way. And just like the last storm, Inoticed how friendly people became when they heard about the hurricane. We were greeted by countless friendly, loud voices at every restaurant and gas station where we stopped. Most were from the New Orleans area - judging from accents and license plates. Even lots of H'Burg residents left (Jen included), letting me know that the storm really is serious, but we couldn't convince Mom and Dad to evacuate with us. What is it with older people and their houses? It's just a rental, for Pete's sake. It was certainly a strange end to Dad's birthday celebration this weekend. One minute we were cutting cake and the next we were throwing clothes into travel bags and filling jugs with drinking water. If you pray, please ask God to protect the people in the path of this storm. I'm sure most were as surprised by the category rating as we were. Wish they all could have driven out of harm's way.
Friday, August 26, 2005
WAR AND PEAS AND QUIET PLEASE
I took my class to the public library today. The trip cast me in a role I hate: drill sergeant. Picture the line of perfectly uniformed teens melting on the library lawn in the hundred-degree heat as I read them the riot act. "In public libraries we speak in quiet voices. We do not throw books or rough house. We do NOT talk or laugh in loud voices. We whisper!" Though unpleasant for us all, the lecture seemed to work. As the librarian issued cards and gave them a tour, they were as quiet as mice. After learning to use the card catalog, they dove into the stacks like accomplished bibliophiles. While the herd grazed, I set out to round up the stragglers - helping them find books on appropriate reading levels. Two students presented books for my approval, "Are these on our reading level?" One was holding a beginner board book (the laminated kind that keeps toddlers from wiping peas and carrots into more delicate pages). The other held an enormous copy of War and Peace. I broke my own rule and laughed out loud. Sometimes I take my job too seriously. Do you think that's what they were trying to tell me?
BULLSEYE
Target is hitting the mark with its new line of furnishings and accessories by Thomas O'Brien. Have you see any of these pieces of retro coolness? They look like I designed them. Literally...it looks like ideas jumped off the pages of my sketchbook and into the photos of a magazine spread. Why can't Wal-mart follow their lead? Good design for all!
Thursday, August 25, 2005
LIKE ICE CREAM ON A HOT DAY
Bryant and Alicia brought the kids over to the apartment for an ice cream snack after work today. I invited them on the spur of the moment. It was such a hot day; I thought we all needed a big scoop of ice cream. After we ate, the girls played, and we talked. They gave me good advice and prayed for me. I'm encouraged! Thanks, God.
MASTER THESPIAN
Jon Lovitz is funny! I'm excited to see his name on the roster for the new Producers. He is the Master Thespian! And he and Victoria Jackson will always have a place in my heart. Who's your favorite SNL vet?
Saturday, August 20, 2005
TOP 3 FUNNY QUOTES FROM SHORT CIRCUIT
- "NO DISASSEMBLE! Number 5 is alive!"
- "I am standing here beside myself."
- "What do we do now?" "Well, I don't know about you, but I am planning to scream and run."
FINE ART
I was browsing eBay today for midcentury modern - just window shopping. I ran across a pair of Elvis-looking motel lamps. The picture was enjoyably ugly, so I saved it. Then I ran across a similar picture and then another one. I'm going to Snapfish them into 8x10's. I wonder if my friends will get my attempt at witty irony. I can't afford something from a gallery or Museum store, and I'm not putting some Monet from Walmart on my walls. Yep, gaudy lamps taken with a cheap digital camera will have to do. I guess they'll be my tribute to Warhol - a protest to overpriced snooty art . Why isn't decent art affordable?
MOUTH WATERING VS EYE WATERING
Terry and JoEllen treated me to dinner at Sakura last night. The atmosphere in the restaurant was so restful; I didn't want to leave. And the food was fantastic - a pleasant surprise. My first experience with sushi had me fearing the worst. I'd eaten it once with Casey at a Chinese buffet, but it was nothing like this! The buffet sushi was so bad that we drowned it in spicy mustard so hot it made our eyes water. That was not the case at Sakura! When matched choptick to chopstick, the two places are not even in the same league. Everything I tried was delicious, but I especially liked the california rolls and smoked salmon sake. If you haven't been brave enough to sample sushi, I recommend it. But make sure you spring for the expensive stuff, or the tears in your eyes won't just be from the mustard.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
EMAIL SURVEY #2
Here's another one. Do I secretly like these things? I think I must since I copy and paste them here. What is it about these email surveys?
1. What is your occupation? teacher
2. What color is your underwear? novelty print
3. What are you listening to right now? Vin Diesel's voice on the TV
4. What was the last thing you ate? French Toast for dinner, baby!
5. Do you wish on stars? Yes.
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? red
7. How is the weather right now? fair; 83 degrees
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? my mama
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I like everybody I meet...eventually
10. Favorite drink? milk or water (Can you believe water has its own web site?)
11. Favorite sport to watch? MS Sea Wolves hockey
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? nope
13. Do you wear contacts or glasses? both
14. Pets? hamster, fish, bird
15. Favorite month? December
16. Favorite food? fresh-baked bread, hot from the oven
17. What was the last movie you watched? XXX: Special Edition. I'm so high-brow. Ha Ha.
18. Favorite day of the year? CHRISTMAS!!!! Merry birthday to me & Jesus.
19. What do you do to vent anger? spend a few dollars from the fuss budget
20. What was your favorite toy as a child? Alvin & the Chipmunks' Curtain Call Theater. My Lionel train set is a close second place. My Kodak disk camera, too. Remember those?
21. Fall or Spring? Fall
22. Hugs or kisses? hugs
23. Cherry or Blueberry? cherry (Sorry, Dad)
24. Do you want your friends to emai l you back? I never forward these things
25. Who is most likely to respond? n/a
26. Who is least likely to respond? n/a
27. Living arrangements? 2 bedroom apartment
28. When was the last time you cried? 20 minutes ago
29. What is on the floor of your closet? my record collection; crates of costumes; other junk
30. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Melissa Vaughan
31. What did you do last night? dinner & a movie at Ryan's house
32. Favorite smell? baked goods in the oven
33. What inspires you? supernatural self-sacrifice
34. What are you afraid of? I've got nothing to fear.
35. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheeseburger!
36. Favorite car? my 2002 2-door black Chevy Blazer (dream car = Toyota MR2 spyder)
37. Favorite dog breed? Lab
38. Number of keys on your key ring? 2
39. How many years at your current job? 1 at the private school; this is my 6th year teaching
40. Favorite day of the week? Fridays
41. How many states have you lived in? 3 - Mississippi, Arkansas, Tennessee (Go Vols!)
42. How many cities have you lived in? 8 - Jackson (birthplace), Knoxville, El Dorado, Purvis, Hattiesburg, Biloxi, Ocean Springs, Gulfport
1. What is your occupation? teacher
2. What color is your underwear? novelty print
3. What are you listening to right now? Vin Diesel's voice on the TV
4. What was the last thing you ate? French Toast for dinner, baby!
5. Do you wish on stars? Yes.
6. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? red
7. How is the weather right now? fair; 83 degrees
8. Last person you spoke to on the phone? my mama
9. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I like everybody I meet...eventually
10. Favorite drink? milk or water (Can you believe water has its own web site?)
11. Favorite sport to watch? MS Sea Wolves hockey
12. Have you ever dyed your hair? nope
13. Do you wear contacts or glasses? both
14. Pets? hamster, fish, bird
15. Favorite month? December
16. Favorite food? fresh-baked bread, hot from the oven
17. What was the last movie you watched? XXX: Special Edition. I'm so high-brow. Ha Ha.
18. Favorite day of the year? CHRISTMAS!!!! Merry birthday to me & Jesus.
19. What do you do to vent anger? spend a few dollars from the fuss budget
20. What was your favorite toy as a child? Alvin & the Chipmunks' Curtain Call Theater. My Lionel train set is a close second place. My Kodak disk camera, too. Remember those?
21. Fall or Spring? Fall
22. Hugs or kisses? hugs
23. Cherry or Blueberry? cherry (Sorry, Dad)
24. Do you want your friends to emai l you back? I never forward these things
25. Who is most likely to respond? n/a
26. Who is least likely to respond? n/a
27. Living arrangements? 2 bedroom apartment
28. When was the last time you cried? 20 minutes ago
29. What is on the floor of your closet? my record collection; crates of costumes; other junk
30. Who is the friend you have had the longest? Melissa Vaughan
31. What did you do last night? dinner & a movie at Ryan's house
32. Favorite smell? baked goods in the oven
33. What inspires you? supernatural self-sacrifice
34. What are you afraid of? I've got nothing to fear.
35. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Cheeseburger!
36. Favorite car? my 2002 2-door black Chevy Blazer (dream car = Toyota MR2 spyder)
37. Favorite dog breed? Lab
38. Number of keys on your key ring? 2
39. How many years at your current job? 1 at the private school; this is my 6th year teaching
40. Favorite day of the week? Fridays
41. How many states have you lived in? 3 - Mississippi, Arkansas, Tennessee (Go Vols!)
42. How many cities have you lived in? 8 - Jackson (birthplace), Knoxville, El Dorado, Purvis, Hattiesburg, Biloxi, Ocean Springs, Gulfport
I'M NOT GOING BACK TO SCHOOL FOR MAYONAISE
Terry and I were fixin' supper tonight. He needed mayo, but I left it in the fridge at school in my lunchbox with the tuna. That's the way life can be when there's a teacher in the house. Need the hammer? Needle and thread? Scale? Just about anything useful? Too bad. They live in the classroom now. Even my DVD player was stolen by the classroom last year, but the apartment had temporary custody over the summer and hasn't sent it back yet. Does your job steal your stuff, too?
NET BRAIN
Ryan and I grilled steaks and watched The Day After Tomorrow. While watching, I realized that one of my favorite actors - Ian Holm - is in that movie. I really noticed him after watching him play Napoleon in The Emperor's New Clothes. He's been in 110 movies & TV shows. Can you imagine? I'll bet he'd have a hard time listing them from memory. While Ryan and I were talking about Holm's impressive number of roles, Ryan admitted that he couldn't remember all the parts he'd played over the years. I guess it would be like me trying to remember every child I'd taught. At least Holm can look himself up on IMDB. Don't you wish every cool thing you ever did was listed on a website? Is that why half the world seems compelled to blog?
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
FULL LOVE TANK; EMPTY GAS TANK
Mom and Dad drove down Sunday to see the final performance of the musical. Kim drove from Ocean Springs. Having people in the audience made it so much more fun.
It took 8 hours to strike the set. Werner used a lot of screws building that boat! After I bade farewell to the cast, I left grudgingly for the school office where I made copies until 11:30. When I got home, Terry and Jo were watching TV. We decided to go to Waffle House, so I didn't hit the hay until around 2. Sunday was a long day!
Monday was packed, too. After school, I met up with Chris and Josh. We swung by home depot and picked up some shelving, then hit the schoolhouse and installed them. Afterward, Josh and Chris made dinner for their families and me. Terry and Jo joined us, too. I brought dessert - lemon creme pie.
The conversation was the best part of the evening. Because of the rehearsal schedule, it's been so long since I've been able to talk to any of them. Chris kept hinting that he wants a video camera from Wendy for his birthday this week. I suggested that we use it to make some home movies - some silly skits or something - and then get together for a night of eating popcorn and laughing at what we tape. We could make the video Drew Carey style with a "Who's Line" theme. Or we could write a script. What should our first feature be about?
I drove around with Sherman tonight. He and I were talking about the rising gas prices. I'm thinking about buying a cheap bicycle for my quarter-mile work commute. Do I need a license to drive a bike on the street?
It took 8 hours to strike the set. Werner used a lot of screws building that boat! After I bade farewell to the cast, I left grudgingly for the school office where I made copies until 11:30. When I got home, Terry and Jo were watching TV. We decided to go to Waffle House, so I didn't hit the hay until around 2. Sunday was a long day!
Monday was packed, too. After school, I met up with Chris and Josh. We swung by home depot and picked up some shelving, then hit the schoolhouse and installed them. Afterward, Josh and Chris made dinner for their families and me. Terry and Jo joined us, too. I brought dessert - lemon creme pie.
The conversation was the best part of the evening. Because of the rehearsal schedule, it's been so long since I've been able to talk to any of them. Chris kept hinting that he wants a video camera from Wendy for his birthday this week. I suggested that we use it to make some home movies - some silly skits or something - and then get together for a night of eating popcorn and laughing at what we tape. We could make the video Drew Carey style with a "Who's Line" theme. Or we could write a script. What should our first feature be about?
I drove around with Sherman tonight. He and I were talking about the rising gas prices. I'm thinking about buying a cheap bicycle for my quarter-mile work commute. Do I need a license to drive a bike on the street?
Friday, August 12, 2005
LONG LIVE LOUIS?
I almost burned my muffins, but I didn't. I think it made them better - being rescued from the flames.
I say I almost burned them, because I forgot I was making muffins. I was really into this DVD I got from Netflix today. It's called "Louis Prima: The Wildest." Watching his performances, especially those with Keely Smith, confirms his place of honor as my favorite entertainer.
I can picture my Dad putting Prima on the turntable and taking a spin around the living room. Dad is a great dancer, and he loved to show out for me when I was a kid. Come to think of it; I think Mr. Prima will have to take second place to my dad.
I say I almost burned them, because I forgot I was making muffins. I was really into this DVD I got from Netflix today. It's called "Louis Prima: The Wildest." Watching his performances, especially those with Keely Smith, confirms his place of honor as my favorite entertainer.
I can picture my Dad putting Prima on the turntable and taking a spin around the living room. Dad is a great dancer, and he loved to show out for me when I was a kid. Come to think of it; I think Mr. Prima will have to take second place to my dad.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
SALADE AVEC UN AMI
Ryan and I had the salad bar at Ruby Tuesday's last night. For some reason, I always put raisins on my salad there, though I never do so at home. I guess it's just the power of suggestion. If I kept raisins next to the croutons in the pantry, I'd probably eat them on salads more often. Gross?
We decided to go to Ruby's after the rehearsal fell through due to lack of interest. Most of the actors blew it off. Seeing the different ways everyone reacted to the situation was entertaining, to say the least. I'd classify the scene as one half angry mob and one half toga party.
We have been in performance mode for what feels like an eternity, so I enjoyed goofing off for a few minutes with them. I noticed that everyone seemed unusually loud - a normal enough response after forcing yourself to be so quiet backstage. It's hard to believe it's almost time for the cast party and striking the set. I have mixed feelings. If you were Delilah, what song would you play for me?
We decided to go to Ruby's after the rehearsal fell through due to lack of interest. Most of the actors blew it off. Seeing the different ways everyone reacted to the situation was entertaining, to say the least. I'd classify the scene as one half angry mob and one half toga party.
We have been in performance mode for what feels like an eternity, so I enjoyed goofing off for a few minutes with them. I noticed that everyone seemed unusually loud - a normal enough response after forcing yourself to be so quiet backstage. It's hard to believe it's almost time for the cast party and striking the set. I have mixed feelings. If you were Delilah, what song would you play for me?
'90'S RAP
I heard a minute or two of '90's rap on the radio. Who knows why, but the sound made me think of pool parties. Why is that? Don't bother with the obvious, because the pool parties I went to never featured Fresh Prince and his cohorts.
BOUNCER NEEDED - APPLY WITHIN
Apparently, there are two kinds of employees in this world: the ones who work and the ones who interrupt said work in their endless pursuit of small talk. Lordy, I wish everybody would leave me alone so I could get my work done. What I need is a secretary to guard the door - or a bouncer! How can I get them to leave me alone without being rude?
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
OFF TO SEE ME?
If I could be a character from The Wizard of Oz, I think I'd either be the Wizard or the Gatekeeper of the Emerald City. Which character would you be?
I've really always wanted to be a doorman, anyway. I like the uniform and the idea of getting big tips just for saying hello all day. The USA Today recommends giving your doorman $100.oo cash for Christmas. They recommend giving your child's teacher a $10.oo gift from Target. Should I apply at the Ritz Carlton or the Astor?
I've really always wanted to be a doorman, anyway. I like the uniform and the idea of getting big tips just for saying hello all day. The USA Today recommends giving your doorman $100.oo cash for Christmas. They recommend giving your child's teacher a $10.oo gift from Target. Should I apply at the Ritz Carlton or the Astor?
DID YOU MAKE THE LIST?
The radio announcer today was jawing about how safe his job is, compared to really dangerous jobs. He gave the example of police officers and fire fighters. I was curious, so I looked at what CNN & the Bereau of Labor Statistics listed as the most dangerous jobs in America. The number one was Timber Cutters - with a mortality rate 26 times the normal worker. Timber cutter, huh? That's my buddy Derek's job! A lot of the other jobs on the list are held by guys I know. I wonder if they know the statistical risks of what they are doing...or if they'd care. How dangerous is your job? If you found out it made the list, would it make you think twice of keeping it?
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
RUT
Why did I bother to work through lunch? Maybe that choice was counterproductive. I sat at my desk typing for 9 hours today. What do I have to show for it? A half a year's spelling tests and one lousy history pretest. The students are coming Monday. Yikes! I stopped working and went home because I could no longer think without food and a minute away from the computer.
I read in the paper tonight that most US workers waste 2 hours a day at work - not counting their lunch break. I find that doubtful. I think most people work hard. But some days, even when I'm working hard, I don't feel very productive. Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like you are spinning your wheels no matter how hard you try?
I read in the paper tonight that most US workers waste 2 hours a day at work - not counting their lunch break. I find that doubtful. I think most people work hard. But some days, even when I'm working hard, I don't feel very productive. Do you ever have one of those days when you feel like you are spinning your wheels no matter how hard you try?
THAT'S ENTERTAINMENT
Terry just told me that I expect too much from movies, and that's why I'm always so disappointed. Am I wrong to expect entertainment to be ENTERTAINING?
Monday, August 08, 2005
FOR YOUR AMUSEMENT
This one lets you see which dictator or sitcom character you are thinking of. For extra fun, answer the questions as yourself and see what character you are like. According to the computer, I am Mitch Leery from Dawson's Creek. I didn't know who that was until I googled the name. The one episode I saw of that show was the one where that character died and his son moped around. Monday nights are great for finding useless websites, aren't they?
Another one defines your political viewpoint. According to this site, I am a centrist.
"CENTRISTS espouse a 'middle ground' regarding government control of the economy and personal behavior. Depending on the issue, they sometimes favor government intervention
and sometimes support individual freedom of choice. Centrists pride themselves on keeping an open mind, tend to oppose "political extremes," and emphasize what they describe as 'practical' solutions to problems."
Another one defines your political viewpoint. According to this site, I am a centrist.
"CENTRISTS espouse a 'middle ground' regarding government control of the economy and personal behavior. Depending on the issue, they sometimes favor government intervention
and sometimes support individual freedom of choice. Centrists pride themselves on keeping an open mind, tend to oppose "political extremes," and emphasize what they describe as 'practical' solutions to problems."
SOUTH AFRICA
Want to know what country you would be, if you were a country? Check out this site. Here's what it said about me:
"You're South Africa! After almost endless suffering, you've finally freed yourself from the oppression that somehow held you back. Now your diamond in the rough is shining through, and the world can accept you for who you really are. You were trying to show who you were to the world, but they weren't interested in helping you become that until it was almost too late. Suddenly you're a very hopeful person, even if you still have some troubles."
Hmmm....South Africa? I'll have to tell Werner about this site. Since he's from South Africa, he might get a laugh out of my results.
The site has a test to see which book you are. How could I resist?
"You're Les Miserables! by Victor Hugo One of the best known people in your community, you have become something of a phenomenon. People have sung about you, danced in your honor, created all manner of art in your name. And yet your story is one of failure and despair, with a few brief exceptions. A hopeless romantic, you'll never stop hoping that more good will come from your failings than is ever possible. Beware detectives and prison guards bearing vendettas."
I am a hopeless romantic. And lots of my students have drawn pictures of me. A group of them even wrote a song about me once. But thankfully I've missed the life of failure and despair. I can be melancholy, but not for very long. Life's too much fun to stay down for long!
And what animal would I be?
"You're a Dove! A fan of olives and the United Nations, you'd love to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. You like stretching your legs at major events, and have done your best to ward off floods when the waters have risen. All this running around leaves you exhausted, and it often seems you can never quite get the peace you so dearly crave. You really like to take showers."
When I took the "State" test, I got the oddest results:
"You're The Moon! You frequently take small steps, but you think very highly of each and every one of them. This aloof attitude doesn't begin to reflect how high and mighty you actually are, though you are able to reflect light onto others when it seems appropriate. Whether the glass is half full, half empty, waxing pedantic, or even crescent-shaped is something ever-changing in your perspective. These mood swings at least follow a consistent cycle, one that makes others believe you have mystical powers. Ultimately, your head is always in the clouds and you just can't seem to stay grounded."
"You're South Africa! After almost endless suffering, you've finally freed yourself from the oppression that somehow held you back. Now your diamond in the rough is shining through, and the world can accept you for who you really are. You were trying to show who you were to the world, but they weren't interested in helping you become that until it was almost too late. Suddenly you're a very hopeful person, even if you still have some troubles."
Hmmm....South Africa? I'll have to tell Werner about this site. Since he's from South Africa, he might get a laugh out of my results.
The site has a test to see which book you are. How could I resist?
"You're Les Miserables! by Victor Hugo One of the best known people in your community, you have become something of a phenomenon. People have sung about you, danced in your honor, created all manner of art in your name. And yet your story is one of failure and despair, with a few brief exceptions. A hopeless romantic, you'll never stop hoping that more good will come from your failings than is ever possible. Beware detectives and prison guards bearing vendettas."
I am a hopeless romantic. And lots of my students have drawn pictures of me. A group of them even wrote a song about me once. But thankfully I've missed the life of failure and despair. I can be melancholy, but not for very long. Life's too much fun to stay down for long!
And what animal would I be?
"You're a Dove! A fan of olives and the United Nations, you'd love to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony. You like stretching your legs at major events, and have done your best to ward off floods when the waters have risen. All this running around leaves you exhausted, and it often seems you can never quite get the peace you so dearly crave. You really like to take showers."
When I took the "State" test, I got the oddest results:
"You're The Moon! You frequently take small steps, but you think very highly of each and every one of them. This aloof attitude doesn't begin to reflect how high and mighty you actually are, though you are able to reflect light onto others when it seems appropriate. Whether the glass is half full, half empty, waxing pedantic, or even crescent-shaped is something ever-changing in your perspective. These mood swings at least follow a consistent cycle, one that makes others believe you have mystical powers. Ultimately, your head is always in the clouds and you just can't seem to stay grounded."
20+ QUESTIONS
I'm apparently on a narcissistic binge with this blog, so why not go over the top? Here's the familiar question list that everybody emails everybody else. How many times have you been emailed this list?
What is your favorite color? white
What is your favorite scent? coffee
Where is your favorite place to vacation? Orlando or Gatlinburg. I enjoy the traveling experience about as much as I enjoy the destination. I love taking the Amtrak or piling in a car with friends.
Do you collect anything? I collect story ideas - and other creative ideas for projects and pictures. I was collecting old records, but I've given it up.
Do you have a favorite tv show? Not anything worth endorsing. I find myself watching TV guide's channel more often than not.
Are you crafty? If so, how? In the elementary art teacher kind of way. I'm interested in getting better at photography and graphic design (think magazine, not scrapbook).
Do you have kids? No.
Do you have pets? I miss my dog and pony - and the horses, cats, goats, and ducks I grew up with on the farm. Now, I have a hamster, a bird, and a fish that live in my classroom. It's not the same.
What kind of movies do you like? I like movies that make me think, or that take me to a time and place outside of my own reality. I'm on a foreign flick kick this summer.
What kind of music do you listen to? Old records from my parents or from the thrift store - they are so relaxing.
What kind of books do you like to read? I like character-driven novels and children's books. I've been exploring creative nonfiction.
Do you have a favorite magazine? Yep. I love reading the essay at the back of time magazine. Dalton Ross's Hit List in Entertainment Weekly is reason enough to subscribe to an otherwise hunk of junk mag. Business 2.0, Wired, and Mental Floss are great.
What is your favorite weekend activity? Throwing a small party for friends ranks right up there with sleeping the entire weekend away. Second place goes to a day trip to New Orleans.
What kind of work do you do? I teach.
What do you do for fun? I learn.
First name? Michael
Were you named after anyone? Mom's Uncle Pat.
Do you wish on stars? No. Just birthday candles.
When did you last cry? Last week when I watched the final episode of Wonderfalls.
Who's your favorite cartoon/comic strip character? Linus
What is your favorite lunch meat? turkey
What is your birth date? December 21, 1974
What is your most embarrassing CD? The "Little Orphan Annie" broadway soundtrack.
Do you have a journal? Yes, a blog and a traditional journal.
Do you use sarcasm a lot? Probably more than I think I do.
What are your nicknames? "Pat Pat"
Would you bungee jump? You betcha'
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.
Do you think that you are strong? Jesus gives me strength.
Shoe Size? 12 wide
Red or pink? red
What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I can be a little stiff, but I try hard to over come it - so I don't thinks it's terribly noticeable.
Who do you miss most? Can you miss someone you've never met? I think I miss my wife and kids the most.
Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? n/a
What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? black pants with bare feet
What are you listening to right now? an ad on TV
Last thing you ate? a waffle
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? neon green
What is the weather like right now? hot!
Do you like the person who sent this to you? I like everybody...there's that sarcasm again
Favorite Drink? milk (gross, huh?)
Favorite Sport? hockey
Hair color? black
Do you wear contacts? Yep.
Favorite Food? breads and sweets
What was the last movie you watched in a theater? Charlie & the Chocolate Factory
Favorite Day of the Year? Christmas
SCARY Movies Or Happy Endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings.
Summer or winter? Winter
Hugs OR Kisses? Hugs
What Is Your Favorite Dessert? chewy cookies
Who Is Most Likely To Respond? n/a
Who Is Least Likely To Respond? ditto
Living Arrangements? A longsuffering, I mean longstanding friend, Terry, and I share an apartment for a year until he marries next summer.
What books are you reading? The Nondesigners Design Book
What's On Your Mouse Pad? I'm on a laptop - no mouse.
What Did You Watch Last night on TV? an old movie, "Presenting Lily Mars." It wasn't that good, but I was too out of it to get off the couch and go to bed.
Favorite Smells? bread baking
Favorite Sounds? crickets chirping and frogs croaking on a cool summer night while I lie on the chaise lounge on the screen porch...piano solos are great, too.
Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
What's the furthest you've been from home? Kenya
Do you like your handwriting? no
Last person you talked to on the phone? Josh
The first thing you notice about the opposite ? women with great smiles always catch my eye
Do you have a special talent? of course; everybody does!
What is your favorite color? white
What is your favorite scent? coffee
Where is your favorite place to vacation? Orlando or Gatlinburg. I enjoy the traveling experience about as much as I enjoy the destination. I love taking the Amtrak or piling in a car with friends.
Do you collect anything? I collect story ideas - and other creative ideas for projects and pictures. I was collecting old records, but I've given it up.
Do you have a favorite tv show? Not anything worth endorsing. I find myself watching TV guide's channel more often than not.
Are you crafty? If so, how? In the elementary art teacher kind of way. I'm interested in getting better at photography and graphic design (think magazine, not scrapbook).
Do you have kids? No.
Do you have pets? I miss my dog and pony - and the horses, cats, goats, and ducks I grew up with on the farm. Now, I have a hamster, a bird, and a fish that live in my classroom. It's not the same.
What kind of movies do you like? I like movies that make me think, or that take me to a time and place outside of my own reality. I'm on a foreign flick kick this summer.
What kind of music do you listen to? Old records from my parents or from the thrift store - they are so relaxing.
What kind of books do you like to read? I like character-driven novels and children's books. I've been exploring creative nonfiction.
Do you have a favorite magazine? Yep. I love reading the essay at the back of time magazine. Dalton Ross's Hit List in Entertainment Weekly is reason enough to subscribe to an otherwise hunk of junk mag. Business 2.0, Wired, and Mental Floss are great.
What is your favorite weekend activity? Throwing a small party for friends ranks right up there with sleeping the entire weekend away. Second place goes to a day trip to New Orleans.
What kind of work do you do? I teach.
What do you do for fun? I learn.
First name? Michael
Were you named after anyone? Mom's Uncle Pat.
Do you wish on stars? No. Just birthday candles.
When did you last cry? Last week when I watched the final episode of Wonderfalls.
Who's your favorite cartoon/comic strip character? Linus
What is your favorite lunch meat? turkey
What is your birth date? December 21, 1974
What is your most embarrassing CD? The "Little Orphan Annie" broadway soundtrack.
Do you have a journal? Yes, a blog and a traditional journal.
Do you use sarcasm a lot? Probably more than I think I do.
What are your nicknames? "Pat Pat"
Would you bungee jump? You betcha'
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.
Do you think that you are strong? Jesus gives me strength.
Shoe Size? 12 wide
Red or pink? red
What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I can be a little stiff, but I try hard to over come it - so I don't thinks it's terribly noticeable.
Who do you miss most? Can you miss someone you've never met? I think I miss my wife and kids the most.
Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back? n/a
What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? black pants with bare feet
What are you listening to right now? an ad on TV
Last thing you ate? a waffle
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? neon green
What is the weather like right now? hot!
Do you like the person who sent this to you? I like everybody...there's that sarcasm again
Favorite Drink? milk (gross, huh?)
Favorite Sport? hockey
Hair color? black
Do you wear contacts? Yep.
Favorite Food? breads and sweets
What was the last movie you watched in a theater? Charlie & the Chocolate Factory
Favorite Day of the Year? Christmas
SCARY Movies Or Happy Endings? Scary movies WITH happy endings.
Summer or winter? Winter
Hugs OR Kisses? Hugs
What Is Your Favorite Dessert? chewy cookies
Who Is Most Likely To Respond? n/a
Who Is Least Likely To Respond? ditto
Living Arrangements? A longsuffering, I mean longstanding friend, Terry, and I share an apartment for a year until he marries next summer.
What books are you reading? The Nondesigners Design Book
What's On Your Mouse Pad? I'm on a laptop - no mouse.
What Did You Watch Last night on TV? an old movie, "Presenting Lily Mars." It wasn't that good, but I was too out of it to get off the couch and go to bed.
Favorite Smells? bread baking
Favorite Sounds? crickets chirping and frogs croaking on a cool summer night while I lie on the chaise lounge on the screen porch...piano solos are great, too.
Rolling Stones or Beatles? Beatles
What's the furthest you've been from home? Kenya
Do you like your handwriting? no
Last person you talked to on the phone? Josh
The first thing you notice about the opposite ? women with great smiles always catch my eye
Do you have a special talent? of course; everybody does!
RADIO WAVES?
Last night, when Terry came home from his summer job at Blockbuster, he plopped down in the armchair and told me all about what he wanted to be when he grows up. Ever heard that ideas are in the air?
Sunday, August 07, 2005
WHEN I GROW UP
I was doing some mental housecleaning today, and just look what I found in one corner of my mind! I can barely remember where I got them. If I try hard enough, I can almost make them fit. Would you like to try them on for size?
"When I grow up I'm going to live in an antique-filled, white colonial with a picked fence, green shutters, and window boxes. A hall tree, piled high with umbrellas and scarves, will sit in the entry near the stairs. In the living room next to the stone fireplace and in front of the double bay window, will be a grand piano - the piano my wife will play every day. Her name will be Christina, and we will have five children: Christopher, Elizabeth, Rachel, Sarah, and Isaac (Zeke). [One of them will grow up to be Mayor of our town, or Governor, or even President of the United States.] I will ride my bike to work at the University every weekday morning. In the summers, I'll write books. I will also edit a journal. Christina will write books too, when she's not writing music - and she and I will own our own publishing company. My wife will always beat me in golf, but I will keep trying to beat her at it. Somehow, we will find time to give great dinner parties! We'll have a big back yard, with plenty of room for our dog and cat. And every night I'll tell my children stories about my youth, when I had nothing better to do at night than dream of them and their mother."
"When I grow up I'm going to live in a loft apartment downtown. It will be an industrial brick-boxed space with exposed pipes and lots of story-high windows. All our furniture will be modern and well-designed. A corner of the living area will be dedicated to my wife, Molly's paintings. She'll run a gallery on the first floor, opening it after she sells her restaurant and bakery. Sometimes, she'll display some of my photographs in the gallery. She thinks a lot more of my photography than I do. Next to my darkroom, I'll have one room of the apartment set up as a studio where I can record songs when the inspiration hits me. Mostly, I will record Molly's songs. I like them better than mine. I will run marathons. Molly will try to teach me to swim. We will play tennis together. We'll have three adopted children, Benjamin and Gabriel - from Russia, and little Beth - from China. [One of them will grow up and discover a cure for a dreadful disease! One of them will win the third grade spelling bee! One will never stop gazing at the stars! We will be very proud of all three of them!] We will have a rooftop garden where we grow organic vegetables. Once a month, we'll open the gallery at night for poets and singer-songwriters to share their work. Our building will be the hub of the new downtown renaissance. We will edit the local arts magazine. Our guest room will always be a place where our friends - mostly designers, artists, actors, and writers - can crash for a weekor two - soaking in the creative inspiration. Because our building doesn't allow pets, we will "adopt" one of the walruses at the local zoo, and at Ben's request, we will visit him one Saturday a month for almost a year! We will spend the summers camping or traveling and learning new languages. We will never be bored and will turn parts of the house into natural museums or broadway stages on rainy Saturdays or potentially dull Tuesday nights. At night, the children will tell me stories about their dreams and what they think life will be like when they grow up."
"When I grow up I will live in a small bungalow in sunny California. I will produce and perform in a children's television show. I will market a related line of curriculum and educational toys and software. Because of the show's popularity, I will be able to go beyond writing for educational journals, and will be asked to write articles about education for popular magazines and newspapers, eventually using my influence to start a grass-roots movement that will revolutionize the American educational system. When I retire from entertainment/education, I will run for and win a state political office. My wife, Rebecca, and I will moonlight as ballroom dancers. Rebecca will be a dance instructor and will eventually own a chain of studios featuring her own highly successful teaching methods. She will serve on the board of directors of a local school of the arts. She and I will record CD's together, and will use some of the money from their sales to help produce local theatrical productions. Our children will not be very interested in theater or singing, but both our son and daughter will be patient with their "wacky parents." [Chuck will grow up to be a banker. Becky will insist on being called Rebecca after she breaks into the world of fashion design.] For our thirtieth anniversary, my wife and I will finally take the trip to Europe that we've been promising ourselves."
"When i grow up i will sell everything i own and live in a schoolbus in the woods of Alabama. After living like a hermit for three years, i will get a job teaching English in China. As i move across my new homeland, i will travel light - living out of my backpack - because i like living that way. i will own three cars and fifteen bicycles in my lifetime. i will never marry. Though i have no children of my own, i will encounter many young men and women who will grow to think of me like a dad. i will find real fulfillment in missionary work. When i finally learn to play, i will discover that i do like to play chess - and that it's a great way to bridge language barriers. i will grow a big beard and wear the clothes that my family back in America sends to me. i will wear flip flops almost every day; sometimes I will wear no shoes at all. i will write books about my experiences as a missionary, so that future men and women can gain strength and encouragement from the lessons i learn. i will learn a lot from the Chinese! i will occasionally reflect on the life i might have lived had i stayed in America, and i will laugh with joy because of how much i love my life in China. i will never stop missing Taco Bell. On the day that i die, i will not know the network TV line-up."
What will you be when you grow up?
"When I grow up I'm going to live in an antique-filled, white colonial with a picked fence, green shutters, and window boxes. A hall tree, piled high with umbrellas and scarves, will sit in the entry near the stairs. In the living room next to the stone fireplace and in front of the double bay window, will be a grand piano - the piano my wife will play every day. Her name will be Christina, and we will have five children: Christopher, Elizabeth, Rachel, Sarah, and Isaac (Zeke). [One of them will grow up to be Mayor of our town, or Governor, or even President of the United States.] I will ride my bike to work at the University every weekday morning. In the summers, I'll write books. I will also edit a journal. Christina will write books too, when she's not writing music - and she and I will own our own publishing company. My wife will always beat me in golf, but I will keep trying to beat her at it. Somehow, we will find time to give great dinner parties! We'll have a big back yard, with plenty of room for our dog and cat. And every night I'll tell my children stories about my youth, when I had nothing better to do at night than dream of them and their mother."
"When I grow up I'm going to live in a loft apartment downtown. It will be an industrial brick-boxed space with exposed pipes and lots of story-high windows. All our furniture will be modern and well-designed. A corner of the living area will be dedicated to my wife, Molly's paintings. She'll run a gallery on the first floor, opening it after she sells her restaurant and bakery. Sometimes, she'll display some of my photographs in the gallery. She thinks a lot more of my photography than I do. Next to my darkroom, I'll have one room of the apartment set up as a studio where I can record songs when the inspiration hits me. Mostly, I will record Molly's songs. I like them better than mine. I will run marathons. Molly will try to teach me to swim. We will play tennis together. We'll have three adopted children, Benjamin and Gabriel - from Russia, and little Beth - from China. [One of them will grow up and discover a cure for a dreadful disease! One of them will win the third grade spelling bee! One will never stop gazing at the stars! We will be very proud of all three of them!] We will have a rooftop garden where we grow organic vegetables. Once a month, we'll open the gallery at night for poets and singer-songwriters to share their work. Our building will be the hub of the new downtown renaissance. We will edit the local arts magazine. Our guest room will always be a place where our friends - mostly designers, artists, actors, and writers - can crash for a weekor two - soaking in the creative inspiration. Because our building doesn't allow pets, we will "adopt" one of the walruses at the local zoo, and at Ben's request, we will visit him one Saturday a month for almost a year! We will spend the summers camping or traveling and learning new languages. We will never be bored and will turn parts of the house into natural museums or broadway stages on rainy Saturdays or potentially dull Tuesday nights. At night, the children will tell me stories about their dreams and what they think life will be like when they grow up."
"When I grow up I will live in a small bungalow in sunny California. I will produce and perform in a children's television show. I will market a related line of curriculum and educational toys and software. Because of the show's popularity, I will be able to go beyond writing for educational journals, and will be asked to write articles about education for popular magazines and newspapers, eventually using my influence to start a grass-roots movement that will revolutionize the American educational system. When I retire from entertainment/education, I will run for and win a state political office. My wife, Rebecca, and I will moonlight as ballroom dancers. Rebecca will be a dance instructor and will eventually own a chain of studios featuring her own highly successful teaching methods. She will serve on the board of directors of a local school of the arts. She and I will record CD's together, and will use some of the money from their sales to help produce local theatrical productions. Our children will not be very interested in theater or singing, but both our son and daughter will be patient with their "wacky parents." [Chuck will grow up to be a banker. Becky will insist on being called Rebecca after she breaks into the world of fashion design.] For our thirtieth anniversary, my wife and I will finally take the trip to Europe that we've been promising ourselves."
"When i grow up i will sell everything i own and live in a schoolbus in the woods of Alabama. After living like a hermit for three years, i will get a job teaching English in China. As i move across my new homeland, i will travel light - living out of my backpack - because i like living that way. i will own three cars and fifteen bicycles in my lifetime. i will never marry. Though i have no children of my own, i will encounter many young men and women who will grow to think of me like a dad. i will find real fulfillment in missionary work. When i finally learn to play, i will discover that i do like to play chess - and that it's a great way to bridge language barriers. i will grow a big beard and wear the clothes that my family back in America sends to me. i will wear flip flops almost every day; sometimes I will wear no shoes at all. i will write books about my experiences as a missionary, so that future men and women can gain strength and encouragement from the lessons i learn. i will learn a lot from the Chinese! i will occasionally reflect on the life i might have lived had i stayed in America, and i will laugh with joy because of how much i love my life in China. i will never stop missing Taco Bell. On the day that i die, i will not know the network TV line-up."
What will you be when you grow up?
FAMILY TIES
Sarah, my sister, and her family came down to see the play. Spending time with them cheered me up. It's amazing what a little quality time can do for the soul. I didn't realize how empty my "love tank" was until they started hugging and kissing me. When was the last time anybody did that? Toward the end of the day, when I left Sa's family and went to the performance, the other actors noticed my raised spirits and asked, "What have you been drinking? Why are you so happy today?" I had to admit that my better mood was just the result of some old-fashioned family time. I wonder if life will be like that when I have my own nuclear family.
CATCHPHRASE
Some of the guys from the musical pointed out my catchphrase, "That's funny." Now that I'm aware of the habit, I'm trying to break it. AAAHHHHH! Do you know how hard it is to keep yourself from saying a stupid catchphrase?
Saturday, August 06, 2005
JUST SAY NO?
During last night's performance, a little voice in my head said, "You're auditioning. Somebody in the audience is watching you." And I thought, "Boy, I have a vivid imagination. I wish." So in the lobby after the show, the director of a new show called "Witchcraze" approached me about auditioning for her show. She explained that she had been watching me during the show, liked my singing and stage presence, and wanted me to audition. It was flattering (and a little odd, since I had the premonition, or whatever it was). But I don't want to be in the show, and I feel awkward, because I'm not that great at saying no. It's not socially acceptable to say, "I don't want to." Everyone expects you to say, "I'd love to, but..." Why do I have to come up with a lame excuse?
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
TURTLE SOUP
I finally came up with a name for the new little magazine I want to start. I think I'll call it Turtle Soup. What do you think?
Sunday, July 31, 2005
ZOMBIE POWER!
The matinee crowd was heartwarming! The audience was mostly senior couples in Sunday best. They were a fun crowd to greet in the lobby afterward.
After I got cleaned up, I headed straight for home and the couch. How is it that some of the cast went to auditions today for another musical? Apparently they are the walking dead. More power to ya' my zombie friends. I'm planning on taking a brief break before auditioning for another show; my brain needs a rest. And I need to focus on the start of the school year.
I'm suspecting that staying on the couch all day long is not the best way to restore my energy levels. Terry keeps warning me that if I don't get rested up that I'm going to get sick. Is there a quick fix to get the boost I'm craving before the next performance on Tuesday night?
After I got cleaned up, I headed straight for home and the couch. How is it that some of the cast went to auditions today for another musical? Apparently they are the walking dead. More power to ya' my zombie friends. I'm planning on taking a brief break before auditioning for another show; my brain needs a rest. And I need to focus on the start of the school year.
I'm suspecting that staying on the couch all day long is not the best way to restore my energy levels. Terry keeps warning me that if I don't get rested up that I'm going to get sick. Is there a quick fix to get the boost I'm craving before the next performance on Tuesday night?
Saturday, July 30, 2005
SECOND GUESS = SECOND CHANCE?
I just found this fortune-cookie sounding description while browsing. It fit me, so here 'tis:
You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor - Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer - Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer - Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor. The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.
Here comes one of my odd rants, so if you get depressed easily, stop reading. Come back later when I'm back to writing about how much I love ice cream, puppies and my new pair of argyle socks.
Should I seek career counseling, now that I've turned thirty? Teaching is great and all, but it seemed more cool when I was an idealistic twenty-something. I felt I could afford to be totally altruistic. Who needs just financial compensation when you have a job that's an emotionally satisfying outlet for your talents? (And didn't I think God wanted me to be a teacher?) Now that I am seriously dreaming about a wife and kids, buying a home and saving for retirement, I'm second guessing my career choice. (Does he still want me to be a teacher? Do I want to be one?)
Some extra expenses this month are the catalyst for this line of thinking. I had to go to the Dr. unexpectedly. She wanted to refer me to a specialist for some tests that I knew might cost thousands of dollars. Not having health insurance seems like the stupidest decision I've ever made. (Thankfully the symptoms went away. Yippee for answered prayer.) And then the repair quote for the car came in at $1900. Hearing that price ringing in my ears, I seriously started wondering why I've chosen a career that forces that small amount of money to be such a big deal!
I think the only way I could continue teaching would be to supplement my income with other jobs, but I don't want to work myself into an early grave, either. Maybe I could work another job, and then go back to teaching in 25 or 30 years, after I retired. God, what am I supposed to do? I have to make a choice. Any advice?
You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor - Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer - Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer - Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor. The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.
Here comes one of my odd rants, so if you get depressed easily, stop reading. Come back later when I'm back to writing about how much I love ice cream, puppies and my new pair of argyle socks.
Should I seek career counseling, now that I've turned thirty? Teaching is great and all, but it seemed more cool when I was an idealistic twenty-something. I felt I could afford to be totally altruistic. Who needs just financial compensation when you have a job that's an emotionally satisfying outlet for your talents? (And didn't I think God wanted me to be a teacher?) Now that I am seriously dreaming about a wife and kids, buying a home and saving for retirement, I'm second guessing my career choice. (Does he still want me to be a teacher? Do I want to be one?)
Some extra expenses this month are the catalyst for this line of thinking. I had to go to the Dr. unexpectedly. She wanted to refer me to a specialist for some tests that I knew might cost thousands of dollars. Not having health insurance seems like the stupidest decision I've ever made. (Thankfully the symptoms went away. Yippee for answered prayer.) And then the repair quote for the car came in at $1900. Hearing that price ringing in my ears, I seriously started wondering why I've chosen a career that forces that small amount of money to be such a big deal!
I think the only way I could continue teaching would be to supplement my income with other jobs, but I don't want to work myself into an early grave, either. Maybe I could work another job, and then go back to teaching in 25 or 30 years, after I retired. God, what am I supposed to do? I have to make a choice. Any advice?
THE USUAL
For the last three nights, I've been to IHOP with friends after the show. Too much of a good thing?
The first night it was just me and Ryan. Then it was Josh & Rachel, Chris & Wendy, Ryan and me. Then it was Terry, Jo, Ryan & me. If I go again tonight, I'm just going to greet the waitress and say, "The usual. Thanks."
Three nights...if I go again, I've got to order something new. I always fall into a rut when it comes to restaurants. At OCharleys, I get the fried chicken salad. At McAllisters Deli, it's the chicken salad on a croissant. At Ruby Tuesdays, the salad bar and half a club. At Sonic, it's the BLT. And at IHOP, I order the chocolate chip pancakes.
I'm becoming like my friend Judy. In college, I went to Outback with a group of friends about once a month. Judy would always get the Alice Springs Chicken. And everyone would laugh every time she ordered it. Judy took the joke pretty well. She knew what she liked, and it wasn't steak.
I guess my deal is that I really don't like restaurant food. So, when I finally find something on the menu that I like, I stick with it. But, three nights in a row is a little much, so what would you suggest that I order?
The first night it was just me and Ryan. Then it was Josh & Rachel, Chris & Wendy, Ryan and me. Then it was Terry, Jo, Ryan & me. If I go again tonight, I'm just going to greet the waitress and say, "The usual. Thanks."
Three nights...if I go again, I've got to order something new. I always fall into a rut when it comes to restaurants. At OCharleys, I get the fried chicken salad. At McAllisters Deli, it's the chicken salad on a croissant. At Ruby Tuesdays, the salad bar and half a club. At Sonic, it's the BLT. And at IHOP, I order the chocolate chip pancakes.
I'm becoming like my friend Judy. In college, I went to Outback with a group of friends about once a month. Judy would always get the Alice Springs Chicken. And everyone would laugh every time she ordered it. Judy took the joke pretty well. She knew what she liked, and it wasn't steak.
I guess my deal is that I really don't like restaurant food. So, when I finally find something on the menu that I like, I stick with it. But, three nights in a row is a little much, so what would you suggest that I order?
Friday, July 29, 2005
BEHIND THE SCENES
After thinking about Opening Night for a few hours, I realized that it really was two shows (or one show viewed by two radically different groups of people):
What the audience saw: consistent characters, well-timed jokes, tight dance routines.
What the actors saw: broken character, missed punch lines, missed steps.
If there were two shows, then which one was reality?
What the audience saw: consistent characters, well-timed jokes, tight dance routines.
What the actors saw: broken character, missed punch lines, missed steps.
If there were two shows, then which one was reality?
Thursday, July 28, 2005
BACK THAT UP
My Blazer won't move into reverse! It worked perfectly last night at rehearsal and again at the IHOP afterward. But now it won't back up! Can you believe that? Terry reminded me that I should be thankful that I made it home safely. Now the question is, will I have time to get the thing repaired before I need to drive to tonight's performance? What's the weirdest thing your vehicle's ever done?
Monday, July 18, 2005
RACING THE CLOCK
Algernon and I are going running at 6 a.m. tomorrow morning. I have been running at night. But no more. When I met Algernon, I knew he would be the catalyst for changing my exercise routine. Even before he happily told me that he liked to run, I just knew it would happen. And now it has. I've put it off for as long as possible. But it's coming tomorrow morning. At least it will get me up in time to eat breakfast...AND I'm sure I'll be starving after running 5 miles. I wonder how different it will be. I've known all along that I needed to switch from evening to before-breakfast running. It just took a friend to push me in the right direction. I'll have to thank Algernon by being on time in the morning, and by keeping a good attitude. What difficult change would you have the courage to make if you had a buddy to help you in the right direction?
DING DONG THE UNIFORM IS DEAD
Wicked, dirty, bad work uniform! Shame! Shame on you for supressing my ability to express myself creatively and metaphorically through my fashion choices. But now you are gone, so HA HA HA. In case you didn't recognize it, that was the last laugh. I just took it for a spin around the block. Good bye, work uniform. I will not miss you. Will you miss me?
Friday, July 08, 2005
DENNIS
Hurricane Dennis is headed north. Looks like I may be headed the same direction. The lines at the gas station were so long, and the prices jumped up. The grocery store wasn't too bad. Rick and Erinne came over for dinner tonight. We grilled out. Seems funny that we grilled for fun tonight, but if the power is lost, everyone will be grilling out of necessity. I went ahead and bought water and pop tarts and peanut butter and a loaf of bread, even though I will probably go to Purvis or Birmingham if the storm targets Gulfport.
The mood changes in town when a storm is coming. Everyone goes to the same places - grocery stores and gas stations, and everyone says the same two things, either, "Be safe." or "Are you ready for this storm?" It's kind of nice, in a strange way. Know what I mean?
The mood changes in town when a storm is coming. Everyone goes to the same places - grocery stores and gas stations, and everyone says the same two things, either, "Be safe." or "Are you ready for this storm?" It's kind of nice, in a strange way. Know what I mean?
Thursday, July 07, 2005
AYE AYE CAPTAIN
We'll I've been given an additional part in the musical. Now I'm the ship's purser. I'm happy about the part, not so much because of the role itself (although the character should be a lark). I'm happy about getting to rehearse with the rest of the cast. Being in the chorus is fun, but now I'm able to enjoy the dual experiences of rehearsing with the chorus and rehearsing with the title characters (without the responsibility of a major role). I couldn't be happier.
The character is the straight man for lots of the musical's gags. He wears big round glasses and carries a clipboard. Throughout the play, he darts in and out of the different doors on stage, like a cuckoo clock birdie. In one scene, he calls the passengers to dinner by sounding a gong. And he even gets to trumpet, "All ashore that's going ashore." I've always wanted to say that. Haven't you?
The character is the straight man for lots of the musical's gags. He wears big round glasses and carries a clipboard. Throughout the play, he darts in and out of the different doors on stage, like a cuckoo clock birdie. In one scene, he calls the passengers to dinner by sounding a gong. And he even gets to trumpet, "All ashore that's going ashore." I've always wanted to say that. Haven't you?
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
THE YEARBOOK IS HERE!
The yearbook turned out great, if I do say so myself. It should help sell more yearbooks next year (and more yearbook ads). Can't wait to see what the kids will come up with next year. I'll be glad to hand the job off to them.
I talked to Mr. Dunning today about publishing a regional full-color literary magazine. He thinks he can print them for around $10 an issue. Sounds like a decent cost for subscriptions. I think we might even be able to sell them at $11 or $12 an issue. I guess the next step is to start looking for submissions...rather than subscriptions. I think we'll start with only one or two issues this first year. Maybe it could end up being a national publication.
Boy, am I a dreamer, but it's possible, right? What do you think of the idea?
I talked to Mr. Dunning today about publishing a regional full-color literary magazine. He thinks he can print them for around $10 an issue. Sounds like a decent cost for subscriptions. I think we might even be able to sell them at $11 or $12 an issue. I guess the next step is to start looking for submissions...rather than subscriptions. I think we'll start with only one or two issues this first year. Maybe it could end up being a national publication.
Boy, am I a dreamer, but it's possible, right? What do you think of the idea?
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
4TH IN NEW ORLEANS
I can't stop thinking about how much fun the trip to NO was on the 4th.
The Aquarium was so relaxing. I could have stared at those sea horses forever!
Later that night, I found a spot on a hill overlooking the water. I was leaning against this old tree watching the riverboat roll by. Across the walk, a brass band played patriotic songs. Families on lawn chairs and on blankets enjoyed the night air and pulled back toddlers eager to dance to the music. The evening ended appropriately with a fireworks display, but what a show...dual shows from twin barges.
I've found my new favorite place to spend the fourth!
What did you do for the holiday?
The Aquarium was so relaxing. I could have stared at those sea horses forever!
Later that night, I found a spot on a hill overlooking the water. I was leaning against this old tree watching the riverboat roll by. Across the walk, a brass band played patriotic songs. Families on lawn chairs and on blankets enjoyed the night air and pulled back toddlers eager to dance to the music. The evening ended appropriately with a fireworks display, but what a show...dual shows from twin barges.
I've found my new favorite place to spend the fourth!
What did you do for the holiday?
Sunday, July 03, 2005
WORDS THAT RHYME WITH FLOWER
Here are some words that rhyme with "flower."
devour, dour, hour, our, power, scour, sour, tower
Now you can write that poem you've been meaning to compose. When you do, be sure to copy it as a comment.
Later, Tater!
devour, dour, hour, our, power, scour, sour, tower
Now you can write that poem you've been meaning to compose. When you do, be sure to copy it as a comment.
Later, Tater!
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