Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dancing in heaven

Merry Christmas, friends!  I hope your holiday was wonderfully packed with family, food, and winter fun.  If you haven't gone sledding, ice skating, or drank hot cocoa yet, I would recommend that you get on that soon.

Well, I wanted to tell you about a beautiful soul who has recently joined the Communion of Saints in heaven.  Dear Becca Brookover passed away from leukemia earlier this week and will be forever remembered by her friends still on Earth.  Becca was a student, dancer, and friend with an unending supply of smiles.  I can feel her smiling at me with those darling cheeks.

The last time I saw Becca was on the NDA stage in the fantastic performance of Hairspray the Musical.  Oh my, to see her dancing front and center in her darling aqua dress brought tears to my eyes and joy to my heart.  I fought to see the stage through my tears during the showstopping "You Can't Stop the Beat" number, in which Becca glowed amongst our best friends on the greatest stage around.  My fight was nothing compared to the bravery she showed through her difficult illness.  I can only pray to have strength like hers.  What a blessing it was to see her talents once more before she moved on to heaven. 
From conversations about classic literature during tap lessons in Perrysburg to that performance of Hairspray, I will always remember her as a smiling angel.  Thank you, Becca, for reminding me to love life and never stop smiling.

Monday, November 22, 2010

Curing my writer's block


I'm blogging to blog today, as in to let you know what's going on in my life and my head.  
Life is good, no doubt about that, except for one paper that stands between me and Thanksgiving break.  Ahh, Thanksgiving... apparently my mom made cookie dough so we can make leaf and acorn-shaped cookies when I get home.  I have been craving those cookies all week and I look forward to making a frosting and sprinkle mess all over the counter.

Anyway, this paper is making me question things in ways I wasn't supposed to. Mainly I am thinking that if the concepts of love, suffering, grace, and redemption are so complex and mysterious, how in the world am I supposed to write a coherent essay about it in relation to this book?  Some things are just too good for anyone to write about... that's why C.S. Lewis, Dostoevsky, and Flannery O'Connor are so remarkable.  They were able to articulate the truths of life through their characters, symbols, and plots.  I, on the other hand, am limited to analysis and research about these works and can therefore not explain these ideas as thoroughly as these masters of the written word.  And yet, I must suck it up and do it.  Now.  
Any time now.  
Alas.  College.


A man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.

A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

Aim at heaven and you will get earth thrown in. Aim at earth and you get neither.

An explanation of cause is not a justification by reason.

Can a mortal ask questions which God finds unanswerable? Quite easily, I should think. All nonsense questions are unanswerable.

Christianity, if false, is of no importance, and if true, of infinite importance. The only thing it cannot be is moderately important.

Courage is not simply one of the virtues, but the form of every virtue at the testing point.

Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say "infinitely" when you mean "very"; otherwise you'll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite.

Education without values, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a more clever devil.

Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.

Experience: that most brutal of teachers. But you learn, my God do you learn.

Failures are finger posts on the road to achievement.

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.

God cannot give us a happiness and peace apart from Himself, because it is not there. There is no such thing.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

"Before I got my eye put out..."


BEFORE I got my eye put out,
I liked as well to see
As other creatures that have eyes,
And know no other way.

But were it told to me, to-day,        5
That I might have the sky
For mine, I tell you that my heart
Would split, for size of me.

The meadows mine, the mountains mine,—
All forests, stintless stars,        10
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes





The motions of the dipping birds,
The lightning’s jointed road,
For mine to look at when I liked,—
The news would strike me dead!



So, safer, guess, with just my soul
Upon the window-pane
Where other creatures put their eyes,
Incautious of the sun



~Emily Dickinson





see more of this beautiful photography on http://bomobob.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The best part of waking up is...

Two Women at a Window, Bartolome Esteban Murillo


My favorite part of...

lattes  the foamy milk that gets stuck at the bottom of the cup, requiring you to stick your entire face in there to get it all

hand lotion  that finally-soaked-in feeling when your hands don't feel greasy anymore

spoons  getting them to stick to your forehead like my Uncle Rick does

novels  finding out that what you thought was going to happen is nowhere near as juicy as what actually happens

handwriting  making up your own style without worrying about getting marks taken off in school

apples  the sweetness that lasts through the entire fruit, and I mean everything but the seeds

poems  how one day a poem will explain your feelings entirely but the next day it makes no sense

musicals  seeing your guy friends dressed in pastel suits and makeup

classical music  how I can listen to it as loudly as possible and it still won't distract me from my homework (unlike blogging)

mechanical pencils  smooth as lead and never in need of sharpening

windows  the way they let in the morning light and wake me up

museums  the conversations they inspire

gift shops  finally being able to touch and pick up something after just looking for hours
rain  the way it sounds on my roof and lulls me to sleep

today  how friends show up exactly when I need them

Monday, November 8, 2010

Apples, peaches, pumpkin pie! Who's ready for Thanksgiving, holler I!


I honestly love Christmas (a whole bunch, I do!), but I have noticed that stores are jumping the gun and skipping Thanksgiving.  It's early November, for goodness sake, and the mall is already playing Christmas music.  The Ashley Tisdale version of "Jingle Bell Rock" is nice, but please, friends, all in good time.  Let's give Thanksgiving its time...

Here are the details according to history.com:

In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies. For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were celebrated by individual colonies and states. It wasn't until 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.

 Yes, I know you learned that in preschool but we can all use friendly reminders of what we are actually celebrating :)

Here are some more fun facts about the best day in November.  

Snoopy has appeared as a giant balloon in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade more times than any other character in history. As the Flying Ace, Snoopy made his sixth appearance in the 2006 parade.

The first time the Detroit Lions played football on Thanksgiving Day was in 1934, when they hosted the Chicago Bears at the University of Detroit stadium, in front of 26,000 fans. The NBC radio network broadcast the game on 94 stations across the country--the first national Thanksgiving football broadcast. Since that time, the Lions have played a game every Thanksgiving (except between 1939 and 1944); in 1956, fans watched the game on television for the first time.

 According to the Guinness Book of World Records, the largest pumpkin pie ever baked weighed 2,020 pounds and measured just over 12 feet long. It was baked on October 8, 2005 by the New Bremen Giant Pumpkin Growers in Ohio, and included 900 pounds of pumpkin, 62 gallons of evaporated milk, 155 dozen eggs, 300 pounds of sugar, 3.5 pounds of salt, 7 pounds of cinnamon, 2 pounds of pumpkin spice and 250 pounds of crust.

Cranberry production in the U.S. was approximately 709 million pounds in 2009. Wisconsin, Massachusetts, New Jersey, Oregon and Washington are the top cranberry growing states.

Illinois, California, Pennsylvania and New York are the major pumpkin growing states, together they produced 1.1 billion pounds of pumpkin in 2008, with a combined value of $141 million.


So please, friends, remember that you wouldn't be here if your parents hadn't chosen life, you wouldn't be reading this if your teachers weren't patient with you, you wouldn't be warm and cozy without the job you (or your parents) work hard at, and the Pilgrims wouldn't have made it without life-saving help from the Native Americans.  Remember most of all that God loves you and have a great November full of thanks!

photo from http://wordpress.rightfromtheheart.com/blog/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving/ (though I'm pretty sure that's not the original source :P)

Sunday, November 7, 2010

"Originality is nothing by judicious plagiarism" ~Voltaire


I will make no excuses for ignoring my blog for the last two weeks.  Yes, I admit it, but I’m back and ready to blog.

So, I've just been longing to write a story.  Some sort of story that begins with "Once upon a time..."  But I just don't seem to have anything after that... so I won't even try.  I will, however present to you Wikipedia's list of traditional story beginnings and endings from around the world:

Equivalent phrases are also used in many other languages to begin a fable or tale:
  • Albanian: Na ishte një herë.. 'Once there was...'.
  • Afrikaans: Eendag, lank gelede... 'One day, a long time ago...'
  • Algerian Arabic: Hajitek ma jitek (حجيتك ما جيتك) 'I've told you what's coming'
  • Classical Arabic: kân yâ mâ kân fî qadîmi zzamân wsalifî al`aSri wal'awân...(كان يا ما كان،في قديم الزمان، وسالف العصر والأوان) 'There was, oh what there was (or there wasn't) in the oldest of days and ages and times...'
  • Assamese: Bahut dinor agot... 'Long time ago...'
  • Armenian: Կար-չկար... 'There was, there was not...'
  • Bulgarian: Имало едно време... 'There was, once upon a time...'
  • Catalan: Hi havia/això era una vegada 'There was a time...'Temps era temps... 'Time was time...'
  • Chinese: T: "很久很久以前" ("lit. A very very long time ago...")
  • Croatian: Jednom davno... 'Once, a long time ago...' 
  • Czech: Bylo nebylo,... 'There was, there was not...'
  • Ekoti (Mozambique, Bantu): Rakú z'éepo waarí-vó oswááipu nwúlw'eéne saána 'Once upon the time, there was a truly great friendship...'.
  • Danish: Der var engang... or Engang for længe siden... 'There was, once...' or 'Once a long time ago...', respectively. Common endings: Og de levede lykkeligt til deres dages ende. 'And they lived happily until the end of their days.' and Og hvis de ikke er døde, lever de endnu. 'And if they're not dead, they still live.'
  • French: Il était une fois 'There was a time... ' Common ending ... ils vécurent heureux et eurent beaucoup d'enfants '... they lived happily and had many children'.
  • German: Es war einmal... 'Once there was...' ...und sie lebten glücklich und zufrieden bis ans Ende ihrer Tage. '...and they lived happily and contentedly until the end of their days.', alternatively ...und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann leben sie noch heute. '...and if they haven't died yet, they are still living today.'
  • Georgian: "Iko da ara iko ra, iko..." 'There was, and there was not, there was...'
  • Goemai (Nigeria, West Chadic): Tamtis noe lat/ dok ba muaan yi wa 'My tale has finished, (it) has returned to go (and) come home.'
  • Greek: Μια φορά κι έναν καιρό... 'Once, in another time...'
  • Gujarati: ઘણાં વર્ષો પહેલાંની વાત છે.('This is an old story.') or એક જમાનામાં..('In one era, ..') or વર્ષો પહેલાં ('A long back')
  • Hebrew: Hayo hayah pa'am... (הָיֹה הָיָה פעם) 'There once was...'
  • Hindi किसी ज़माने में ('In one era, ...') or बहुत पुरानी बात है ('It's an old story, ...')
  • Hungarian: Egyszer volt, hol nem volt, volt egyszer egy... 'Once there was, where there wasn't, there was a...'
  • Icelandic: Einu sinni var… 'Once there was…'
  • Indonesian: Dahulu kala... 'Long time ago...'
  • Iraqw (Tanzania, Kenya, Cushitic) tokaro-yâ 'once upon a time'.
    • In oral literature, phrases like "I remember something that our father told me and that is this:" are common (Iraqw: Kar aníng te-'ée' to-ká a inhláw ar aakó doo-rén ni alki'-a i tí).
  • Irish: Fadó, fadó, fadó a bhí ann (agus bhí rí i nGaillimh) 'A long, long, long time ago it was (and there was a king in Galway.)
  • Italian: C'era una volta... 'Once there was...'. Common ending: ...e vissero per sempre felici e contenti. '...and they lived forever happy and glad.'
  • Japanese: Mukashi mukashi (昔昔, 昔々, むかしむかし). 'A long time ago...'
  • Korean: Yet-nal Yet-jeok-e... (옛날 옛적에...). 'A long, long time ago...'; Yet-nal Yet-jeok-e, Ho-rang-i Dambae pidun shi-jul-e ... (옛날 옛적에, 호랑이 담배피던 시절에...). 'A long, long time ago, in the days when tigers smoked...'
  • Kannada: Ondanondu kaaladalli.... 'Once, in a long past age,...'
  • Kyrgyz: илгери-илгери... 'ilgeri-ilgeri... 'A long, long time ago...'
  • Latin: Olim... 'At that time'
  • Latvian: Reiz sen senos laikos... 'Once long ago in times long gone'
  • Lithuanian: Vieną kartą... 'Once upon the time'
  • Luxembourgish: Et wor emol... 'It was once'
  • Macedonia: Си беше еднаш... 'Once upon the time there was...'
  • Malayalam: Pandu Oridathu... 'Long ago...'
  • Malay language ( Malaysia )Pada suatu masa dahulu...' Once Upon a Time'
  • Maragoli Kenyan language related to other Luhya languages. Mmadikhu ga khaare (in olden days).
  • Maltese Mela darba... (Once...).
  • Mongolia: Эртээ урьдын цагт 'Once Upon a Time'
  • Moroccan Arabic: Hajitek ma jitek (حجيتك ما جيتك) 'I've told you what's coming'
  • Norwegian: Det var en gang... 'There was, once...'
  • Persian: "روزی روزگاری" (Rouzii, Rouzegaarii). 'One day, One time'; or: "یکی بود، یکی نبود، غیر از خدا هیچ کس نبود" (yekii boud, yekii naboud, gheyr az Khoda hich kas naboud). 'There was one, there wasn't one, there was no one beside the Lord'
  • Polish: Dawno, dawno temu... 'Long, long time ago...'
  • Portuguese: Era uma vez... 'There was, once...' Common ending: "... e viveram felizes para sempre" (... and they lived happily forever)
  • Romanian: A fost odata, ca niciodata... 'There once was (as never before)...'
  • Russian: Varies by the gender and number of the character(s) introduced at the beginning: Жил-был (zhil byl) (one male), жила-была (zhila byla) (one female), жило-было (zhilo bylo) (one neuter), жили-были (zhili byli) (plural): Correctly "had lived" (a stray survival of the disused Russian pluperfect), but nowadays liable to be understood as "lived, was". Жили-были is often preceded by «Давным-давно, в тридевятом царстве, в тридесятом государстве» (“A long long time ago, in the twenty-seventh kingdom, in the thirtieth state”, here an old numerical system is used, literally “in the kingdom three-times-ninth, in the state three-times-tenth”.)
  • Sanskrit: Pūrākāle (पुराकाले) 'In the ancient time...', Kadājit (कदाचित्) 'Once upon the time'/'At any time'
  • Scots: "In the days of auld lang syne"
  • Serbian: Common beginning: Једном давно.../Некада давно... 'Once, a long time ago...', Била једном једна...(feminine)/Био једном један...(masculine)/Било једном једно...(neuter) 'There once was one...', Common ending: ...и живеше сретно/срећно до краја живота. '...and they lived happily for the rest of their lives.', ...и живеше дуго и сретно/срећно. '...and they lived long and happily.'
  • Shona:"Paivapo"....(a long time ago,there existed)
  • Sinhala:"එකමත් එක රටක"....(In a one country...)
  • Slovak: Kde bolo - tam bolo... 'Where it was - there it was...'
  • Slovene: Pred davnimi časi ... 'A long time ago...' or Nekoč ... 'Once...' 
  • Spanish: Érase/Había una vez... 'There was, once...' Common ending: ... y vivieron felices para siempre/y comieron perdices. '...and they lived happy forever/and ate partridges.'
  • Swahili (east African): "Hapo zamani za kale..." (a long time ago).
  • Swedish: Det var en gång... or En gång för länge sedan... 'There was, once...', or 'Once, long ago...' respectively.
  • Tagalog: Noong unang panahon... 'At the first time (a long time ago)...'
  • Tamil language: முன்னொரு காலத்திலே...
  • Telugu language: అనగనగా ఒక రోజు...
  • Thai: กาลครั้งหนึ่งนานมาแล้ว 'Once upon the time (long ago)...'
  • Turkish: Bir varmış, bir yokmuş. Evvel zaman içinde, kalbur saman içinde... 'Once there was, once there wasn't. In the old times, the sieve in a stack of hay...' *[1]
  • Urdu: ایک دفعہ کا ذکر ہے۔۔۔ ('Ek dafa ka zikar hai...') 'Once upon a time...'
  • Vietnamese: Ngày xửa ngày xưa... 'A long, long time ago...'
  • Welsh: Amser maith yn ôl... 'A long time ago...'
My, how I wish I could read and pronounce all of these beautiful and funny phrases!  It sure is amazing how universal this language of story telling is.  In fact, I am thoroughly enjoying my English class, where we are learning about the hero's journey.  Perhaps you have noticed how all of your favorite fairy tale, Disney, and historical heroes have similarities.  Well, according to my English teacher and our hero-analyzing muse Joseph Campbell, author of "The Hero With A Thousand Faces," all of these heroes go through a similar path of self-discovery and triumph.  We have looked into Knights of the Round Table, the Buddha, and even Rocky to find these common motifs.  So far we have learned that all heroes must pass a threshold to begin their journey to heroism (Ashe from Pokemon becomes old enough to be a trainer), but only after recognizing a need in their lives or communities (Belle from Beauty and the Beast must save her father and fulfill her need for adventure).  All of these heroes have helpers and/or some muse-figure (Hercules has Phil to train him and Meg to distract him) and must ultimately face their greatest fears and weaknesses (Ron from Harry Potter hates spiders but is ironically dragged into the Forbidden Forest to speak with a pack of giant arachnids) and ultimately they reach an abyss (Dorothy almost gives up all hope of getting back to Kansas).  Upon returning to their communities they may be welcomed back as the heroes they are or perhaps shunned for their strange new ideas (Contrast the welcome of Prince Charming --pick one-- with the estrangement of "The Dark Knight").  You'll never be able to read a hero story or watch a Disney movie the same way again!

Sources:
image:  http://www.swoyersart.com/james_christensen/onceuponatime.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Once_upon_a_time

Monday, October 18, 2010

Holy cow-eth!

Last week I had the pleasure of attending a performance of Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater.  Talk about being blown away-eth!  I was overcome with emotion when I simply walked into the exquisite playhouse, which has a stage that protrudes into the three-tiered house.  The composition of the theater brings thoughts of what the Globe Theater might have looked like... though on a smaller scale.  The group of students and teachers I went with had seats in the front rows along the right side of the stage.  Let's just say that I not only had a perfect view of the balcony scene (swoon), but I was also close enough to the stage to be showered with Shakespearean-articulation-spittle.  The entire show was absolutely magical.  In this production, directed by Gale Edwards, the Montagues and Capulets were plucked out of old Verona and placed in a warped modern world with graffiti-sprayed doors and fantastic party dresses.  The charm of old times was not lost, however, because the actors always spoke in Old English.  The show was so well done, I had to shut my gaping mouth when the house lights came up... I had almost forgotten I was in a theater.

The actors were incredible.  They were all well trained in theater... I could tell by the way they swooshed their costumes and dramatically ran off stage at the end of their monologues.  Romeo looked strangely similar to Edward Cullen/Robert Pattinson, though his abs were slightly more realistic.  Juliet, most likely in her twenties, was a convincing 14 year old who had temper tantrums, a great giggle, and sweet costumes.  Friar Lawrence was a kick as he was raised onto the stage with a glowing, bubbling, multicolored chemistry set... complete with swirly tubes, fog, and all the goods.  In my mind, the star of the show was the Nurse, who was a feisty black lady with a fabulous matronly swagger and the BEST costumes (think BIG sleeves and red heels, yeah girl).  Mercutio was dirrrrty (haha) and did a great job (though I would hold KTG's performance up to his any day... seriously.)  The fight scenes were extremely epic and even the set changes were exciting.  What a great show!

I was surrounding by a wonderful group of students and teachers.  On my left side was my fellow musical-junkie friend who knows the Chicago theaters well.  On my right was another friend who had never seen a professional show.  My, was it interesting to watch the performance between two extremes of the theater world!  The girl to my right constantly gasped when something unexpected would happen-- for instance, she muttered "oh, woah, what's going on?" as the live Juliet stripped down to her undies to change into her party dress and later when she was joined by her husband in her chamber.  It sure is amazing how different the sensation is to an audience when a performer is present rather than projected onto a screen.  Somehow this seems to intensify all of the action and meaning of the show, for that one show can truly only happen once, in that moment.  "Is that right?" suddenly becomes a true question in reference to the actions of the actors on stage, rather than unquestioned recordings of a movie.

Another interesting part of the show was intermission, when I took the mandatory fifteen minute break to wait in line for the ladies' room.  A girl who looked to be about 11 years old was with her mom, who asked "so what do you think of the show?"  The girl, who was obviously enjoying her evening of being spoiled to dinner and a show smiled and said "they say 'thee' and 'thou' a lot! Thee thou thee thee thou thee thou thou thee thee thee."  Her giggles were the cutest thing... she reminded me of a trip to Chicago I made at her age with my Aunt KK and my Mom.  I was also spoiled to a fabulous day in the city, which I chose to spend mainly in the American Girl Store :)

Let's just say, I want to go back to the Chicago Shakespeare Theater.  Soon.  And I want to take you with me.  Alas, "parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night 'til it be 'morrow."

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Drink it up

So I was sitting at the computer this morning, enjoying a Fiber One Bar with chocolate chips in it and a latte from the cafe on campus when a thought (which is not new to me or many others) occurred to me.  "Gee why is this cup of delicious steamed milk and espresso so darn expensive?"  A little Googling and common sense led me to this conclusion:  Because we'll pay for it.  Yes, I admit it.  I have paid way too much for coffee, but I also admit that I like it, gosh darn it.

For those of you who would rather reason your way out of consumer guilt, I recommend this article from the blog Bad Money Advice:  http://badmoneyadvice.com/2009/05/the-end-of-the-latte-era.html.  I like how he talks about the "Latte Factor" as a "Popeye Ploy."  What cute terminology for a social phenomenon like $4 lattes.
Anyway, I choose not to feel guilty for this morning's latte.  It is yummy, already paid for (using meal plan "flex points"), and heck, it might even help me prevent Parkinson's disease. (http://www.health.harvard.edu/press_releases/coffee_health_benefits).

Even more than coffee, I appreciate a good cup of tea.  There is nothing more delightful than conversation with Mom and friends over a perfectly brewed pot of tea and no place is cuter than a home town tea room.  The attention that goes into every pot is important, but only a true tea lover will recognize this.  Depending on the type of tea you want to make, the temperature of the water you use and the brewing time is different.  Basically, you don't want to over-boil your white and green teas because their flavors are more delicate than your black teas, which do require boiling water.  I respect everyone's personal preferences, but I must say my favorite teas are Darjeeling, Jasmine Green Tea, and good old Earl Grey.  Yumm...

Tea is really quite cool, because all true tea (except herbal "tea") comes from one plant, the Camellia sinensis.  The type of tea produced depends on where the tea was grown, at what altitude, and the climate of the location.  When the tea leaves were picked, how they were heat- and moisture- treated, as well as how much they were crushed also effects the tea.  Tea has quite an interesting science behind it!   When choosing tea, know that the smaller the leaves are, the lower the quality of the drink will be.  Look for loose tea or "pyramid bags" that allow water to circulate around the leaves.  Pay attention to the smell and color of the tea and learn about what you like and what you don't.  Most of all, brew your tea with love.

At home in the cupboard sits my tea cup collection, which I insist be used and not just admired.  I enjoy using my beautiful tea cups because they remind me of the people who gave them to me.  Every delicate cup has a story behind it, from where it was found to the occasion on which it was given.  I have cups from birthdays, Christmases, and even thrift store finds, which can be as exciting as a holiday.  One of my best cups (because it has a great shape for holding and drinking tea) was a gift from my Grandmother and her husband Roland.  It is decorated with "September" in beautiful script and lovely purple flowers.  I love visiting Grandma and Roland because we always drink green tea brewed English style.  Roland shared wonderful stories about how his mother, a true Brit, always used a brown tea pot made from a particular type of pottery with a spout that turned down.  Oh, how I wish to know the traditions of all tea drinkers!  I truly believe tea is a unifying thing in our culture and in our world.  The tea party is a symbol of tradition and refinement in many cultures, especially in Japan.  Attending a Japanese tea ceremony is definitely on my list of things to do before I die.  I hope to learn more about the world through my love of tea.

So remember:  Love your coffee, love your tea, but most of all, love the people you share these delightful beverages with.

sources:
http://www.coffee-tea.co.uk/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tea

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

"Ohai-yo"

















A short history of the BUCKEYE

Ohio is known as the "Birthplace of Aviation" (because we birthed the Wright Brothers), and "the Mother of Modern Presidents" ('cause we're pretty good at winning elections). Most of all, Ohio is called "the Buckeye State." Explanation time:

Ohio, the “Buckeye State”, received its nickname because of the many buckeye trees that once covered its hills and plains.
But that's only partly the reason. We have to go back to the feverish presidential campaign of 1840 for the rest of it.
William Henry Harrison, a Virginia-born Ohioan and military hero, was a candidate for the White House, but his opponents commented that he was better suited to sit in a log cabin and drink hard cider.
Some of Harrison's leading supporters, who were experts in promotional know-how, decided to turn into a positive reference what was supposed to be a negative one.
They dubbed him "the log cabin candidate," and chose as his campaign emblem a log cabin made of buckeye timbers, with a long string of buckeyes decorating its walls. Furthermore, in parades, his backers walked with buckeye canes and rolled whisky barrels.
The campaign gimmicks were successful. "Old Tippecanoe," as Harrison was often called, beat President Martin Van Buren in the latter's bid for re-election, and thereafter the buckeye was closely associated with the state of Ohio.
The name itself is of native origin. Because the markings on the nut resembled the eye of a buck, the Indians called it "hetuck" or "buckeye."
© 1997 Dan Chabek
source: http://www.lkwdpl.org/buckeye/index.html


Pretty sweet, huh? Well. perhaps you'll also be surprised to learn that the nuts of the buckeye tree are kind of poisonous, though carrying one around in your pocket is said to bring good luck and a cure for rheumatism. Native Americans would sometimes cook them up and use them as a nutritional supplement (apparently they aren't poisonous if you cook and mash them up) (http://www.ohio-nature.com/buckeye-tree.html). The circular, smooth, two-brown-tone of the buckeye nut is an enduring symbol of the Buckeye state and its "Best Damn Band in the Land." That's right, folks. The Ohio State mascot is a nut. A nut named Brutus. Don't even think about laughing at that. And if you ever hear someone shout "O H!" be sure to respond with "I O!" right away and with much excitement. If you don't, they will pelt nuts at you. Circular, brown, poisonous nuts.

MOST IMPORTANTLY the buckeye nut has been immortalized in the form of a dessert. A peanut butter ball dipped in (but leaving a circle of peanut butter showing) is called a "buckeye." Not a "buck I" as thought by my Illinoisan roommate (luv ya grl lolz), but a buckeye. Try one. They're really good.

sources:
http://www.osu.edu/O-H-I-O/
http://www.50states.com/bio/nickname4.htm

p.s. Bonus points go to the first person who knows which language the title of this post comes from and what it means!

Monday, October 11, 2010

"Intense love does not measure, it just gives." Mother Teresa

If it were Betty Crocker saying the quote above, it might read: "Intense love does not only measure, it levels, sifts, folds, and bakes at 350 degrees for 2 hours."

There is something to be said for the ingredient of love in homemade food. I had the pleasure of enjoying a homemade sugar cookie from a SERVE Bake Sale for Pakistan today and it was tasted even better than the purple sprinkles and buttery color seemed to be saying it would. From its fresh smell to the simple, sweet aftertaste that tickled my tongue, this cookie tasted of love. Un-preserved, never shrink-wrapped, not mass-produced love. Thank goodness for generous teachers and commuter students who bring a little bit of home to my college-kid tummy.
Another shout out goes to my Dad's scrambled eggs. Never runny, always yummy, and cooked with skill. Perfect fluff and impressive pan flipping are my Dad's key egg-cooking characteristics.

One of the best gifts I ever received was the Betty Crocker Cookie Book...
I miss looking through the pictures and recipes for inspiration or just for fun. Scanning the ingredient list to see what we have and what we need is always a hopeful and exciting task. One of my specialties is Betty Crocker's sour cream cookies, to which I like to add chopped up milk chocolate bars. For some reason, the chopped bars taste even better than regular chocolate chips for this delightful treat. Mmmm...

You know, Betty Crocker wasn't a real person. She was an imaginary spokeswoman for the Washburn Crosby Company of Minneapolis which later became part of General Mills. Majorie Child Husted is attributed with creating the figure in 1921. Her role was to give advice and tips to American women through her cookbooks and products. Her picture was created in 1936 and has changed seven times since then to appease the public's vision of a perfect home-cooking, beautifully baking, on-top-of-it-all-mother type of woman. During the twenties, Betty Crocker had a radio show and in the forties she hosted a television program. Betty Crocker would eventually become America's "2nd most popular woman (after Eleanor Roosevelt) as reported by Fortune magazine in 1945) (wikipedia). Go Betty!

I like this bio (from ilovethefingerlakes.com) of the woman who was Betty Crocker 1949 until 1964:

Adelaide Fish Hawley Cumming (1905-1998)

The General Mills Company created the character of Betty Crocker in 1948 to answer baking questions American women sent to the company by letter. General Mills hired Cumming, a radio personality and actress living in New York City, because she represented the stereotypical image of the American homemaker. From 1950-1952 Cumming appeared on the half-hour Betty Crocker Show and in 1952 on the Betty Crocker Star Matinee and Bride and Groom. She also appeared in many commericals touting cake mixes and other General Mills products. In 1964 Cumming was dropped by the company at the age of 59 for someone younger.

After receiving a Ph.D. from New York University, Cumming went on to a second career as a teacher of English as a second language.

Long live Betty Crocker! Keep on cooking those cookies :)

More info on Betty Crocker

http://www.ilovethefingerlakes.com/history/famous-people-cumming.htm

Sunday, October 10, 2010

My weekend on the high-ropes


For a New Beginning
In out-of-the-way places of the heart,
Where your thoughts never think to wander,
This beginning has been quietly forming,
Waiting until you were ready to emerge.
For a long time it has watched your desire,
Feeling the emptiness growing inside you,
Noticing how you willed yourself on,
Still unable to leave what you had outgrown.
It watched you play with the seduction of safety
And the gray promises that sameness whispered,
Heard the waves of turmoil rise and relent,
Wondered would you always live like this.
Then the delight, when your courage kindled,
And out you stepped onto new ground,
Your eyes young again with energy and dream,
A path of plenitude opening before you.
Though your destination is not yet clear
You can trust the promise of this opening;
Unfurl yourself into the grace of beginning
That is at one with your life's desire.
Awaken your spirit to adventure;
Hold nothing back, learn to find ease in risk;
Soon you will be home in a new rhythm,
For your soul senses the world that awaits you.
~ John O'Donohue ~

What a wonderful poem... and what a wonderful beginning to an amazing weekend!
I recently participated in Dominican University's Emerging Leaders Retreat, a weekend of adventure and discovery for a fantastic group of freshmen. We were sent off to the Outdoor Wisconsin Leadership School (OWLS) in Wisconsin by President Donna Carrol and Vice President Sr. Diane Kennedy, the amazing leaders of this University. Sr. Diane read this poem to us before we left with our host of eager frosh, excited student leaders, and patient staff members.
Now, if you think this was an ordinary group of college kids, you are oh so wrong. These were (and still are, I suppose) the kind of people who actually like ice-breaker games because they are a good way to make friends. They will do their best to line up in order of birthday without stepping off of a foot-high log or speaking because "mysterious dust" is in their throats. They might even strap themselves into a harness and traverse a rope bridge or walk across logs 30 feet in the air. They are blue, gold, green, orange, and a jumbled mix of these fascinating "color characteristics" (more about that later). Most of all, they care. These are the type of people who are passionate about leading others to a better world through peaceful action. Ghandi's quote, "Be the change you wish to see in the world" adorns their t-shirts, which they believe wholeheartedly. What amazing people. How lucky I am to call them my classmates and friends.

The camp was beautiful, the weather was nippy but nice, the stars were innumerable, the s'mores were perfectly gooey, the conversations were meaningful and the laughter was endless. I especially liked zip-lining down from the high-ropes course... because it meant I would be on the ground!
For me, the most amazing part about the retreat was being called a "social butterfly." That's right, me! A social butterfly! What?? Apparently, I'm coming out of my cocoon. All I know is that I enjoy every chance I get to stretch my growing butterfly wings.

To all of my ladybugs, blue people, Brunk Cabin-mates, and s'more lovers: I look forward to "being the change" with you!


Thursday, October 7, 2010

Our Ellie


Eleanor Roosevelt: An Incredible "Woman of Vision"
She is a role model to me and a heroine to American women.
During her husband's presidency, Eleanor worked hard to connect with the women of America.
"At the time of Franklin Delano Roosevelt’s presidency, the same time that Eleanor served as First Lady, most women found themselves within the walls of their homes. Only 25% of women worked outside the home. The vast majority of women, that being 75%, were unpaid homemakers. Mrs. Roosevelt used her weight in the media as a way to connect with women who found themselves in domestic isolation. With this in mind, Eleanor used three mediums to keep in touch with her female followers. She used the press conference, a daily newspaper column, and magazine articles. These three means opened up the communication into a two-way channel.... Eleanor Roosevelt recognized a need for American women to take part in media communications. As a public figure she harnessed the power of the media and used it to interact with the women of America. By use of this medium, Roosevelt attempted to break the barriers of the domestic household and broaden the spectrum of women. She also set a precedent for following first ladies to remain in touch with the nation by means of the media."
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eleanor_Roosevelt).

Oh, how I would love to do the things she did! I admire the way she used her wealth and education to help the poor and underrepresented people of America. She was able to travel the world, meet incredible people and do good things while she was at it. I know that being an active member of the New York Junior League, the president's wife, and a UN delegate took a lot of hard work, but with passion like her's anything is possible! I hope to develop the qualities she had: willingness to work with others, courage in the face of hopelessness, vision of justice, and a strong, confident voice for herself and others.

Please enjoy these quotes from The Quotations Page. They are the wonderful wisdom and articulate truths from Eleanor Roosevelt, one of the USA's finest first ladies. A finely educated woman, Eleanor used her knowledge and determination for good in many incredible ways.

A woman is like a tea bag- you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.

Beautiful young people are accidents of nature, but beautiful old people are works of art.

Do what you feel in your heart to be right - for you'll be criticized anyway. You'll be damned if you do, and damned if you don't.

Friendship with oneself is all-important, because without it one cannot be friends with anyone else in the world.

Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.

I could not at any age be content to take my place in a corner by the fireside and simply look on.

I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

If someone betrays you once, it’s their fault; if they betray you twice, it’s your fault.

It is not fair to ask of others what you are unwilling to do yourself.

Justice cannot be for one side alone, but must be for both.

Learn from the mistakes of others. You can’t live long enough to make them all yourself.

Life was meant to be lived, and curiosity must be kept alive. One must never, for whatever reason, turn his back on life.

One thing life has taught me: if you are interested, you never have to look for new interests. They come to you. When you are genuinely interested in one thing, it will always lead to something else.

The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.

You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do the thing you think you cannot do.

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

People grow through experience if they meet life honestly and courageously. This is how character is built.

http://www.quotationspage.com/quotes/Eleanor_Roosevelt