tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91681102012-01-31T21:40:23.265-05:00not as good as an ice cream cone, but better than a sharp stick in the eye. so on the scale of drug use to fairy tales, this blog is pretty healthy.Mackenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08507485938823585713noreply@blogger.comBlogger7121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168110.post-38575279345312346692009-08-17T18:59:00.002-04:002009-08-17T19:02:22.805-04:00

At least as long as Mom is saying, "you should food blog that! Why don't you food blog that?" I also don't want to stop blogging on this site, and I don't want to double-post my content (I'm a lazy bum). So I'll do my best to give you sign posts when the other site has content.Right now, it does. Brought to you by my mother who wants all my recipes written down somewhere which is easy to

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Mom reminded me that I haven't posted since May. Well I have! Really! But just on my food blog. My wanna-be food blog.artmajorese.wordpress.com. Knock yourselves out over there for the time being.

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Putting fingers to keyboard or pen to paper is never so hard as when I have just hammered out a (potentially good) idea. But at the same time I feel obligated to keep the flow of production coming as much as I can once I start something. Maybe that's a fallacy. In any case, I graduated yesterday -- well, I walked at Commencement. I suppose I would have regretted it had I not gone, but I'm

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-- Sylvia PlathWell, today has been an adventure. I found out a girl at work was fired yesterday. And I also found out that I will be picking up full time hours sometime soon to help make up for her absence. And someone else will be hired for the evening hours at work. I'll be glad to get rid of the evenings hours, I think, even though they haven't started yet, but I'm also a bit in shock

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I have only posted 717 times on this blog, not nearly 750. Ah, well. Numbers were never my deal. Do you want to hear a sad thing? I have already eaten all of my Easter candy. It is not even a full month later! I am a candy fiend. Also, apparently I am getting old. Sitting cross-legged or with my legs tucked up under me is no longer comfortable. It makes my hips hurt and my legs go numb in

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I know, I know, I should update more than once a month, right? It seems that part of the difficulty of graduating is creative frustration induced by massive laziness. And that includes feeling like I don't have anything thoughtful or interesting to say. But Grandma said she liked my hummus recipe -- so my last post was a win! And after nearly 700 blog posts, I'm too stubborn to just stop

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Hummus always sounds better in the abstract. College hummus? Oh sure, a great idea to satisfy the vegetarians out there. But the result? Lackluster. It just doesn’t have a lot of flavor, good or otherwise. Grocery store hummus? Not bad. Too garlicky for comfort. Husband’s former roommate’s homemade hummus? Too much lemon and parsley. And those of us who do not live in New York City

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Graduating was so weird. I literally had no idea how to spend my time, especially when I was looking for a job. And after I found a job, I came home and read books and played video games and watched TV and felt vaguely bored and miserable. But after several months of not knowing what to do with my life, I am happy to find out that after I get home from work one of the first things I

Mackenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08507485938823585713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168110.post-39583761587521773482009-03-26T19:44:00.004-04:002009-03-26T19:50:56.781-04:00

No lie. Greg just informed me that he buys our organic chicken from a stand in the middle of Central Market for about $3 a pound, the same as I spent today at Giant. So. . . a whole organic, grass-fed chicken for $12? Or four pounds of souped-up antibiotic- and steroid-laced chicken for $12?For the past year and a half, we’ve been trying to create a diet for ourselves that’s healthy and as

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Today I came home from work and got really excited about making things. I started making baked oatmeal because our last few pieces went moldy. Then I thought, I'll just tackle that stupid fifth pumpkin that's been taking up half our shelf all year. Then I realized I don't have anything to take to work for breakfast tomorrow, so I make chocolate chip scones. Why is it that I can't come home

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Well, my lovelies, I haz a job. I actually haz 2 jobs. One is a job on Saturdays where I am a waitress. That one is kind of blah. The other job is the one where I work for a marketing company and man the phones, proofread stuff, and make other stuff in Photoshop. That one has the potential to be pretty sweet. At the moment, though, it is only 25 hours a week (moving to 29 next week). So I

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Like today, our celery was looking kind of sad. So I just threw it into the 40-clove garlic chicken recipe I happen to be making. Which I'm sort of adapting for slow-cooking in any case. We are celebrating tonight! That is why we are making 40-clove chicken. I have a job! It starts on Monday! I think I will actually be able to gain marketing experience and knowledge. Woot woot for me! My

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That's what I think we need around here. Greg found someone who graduated from Messiah whose press I can use for printmaking purposes, which is fabulous. But I still think a collective sounds like fun. Maybe Tim would let us join the Infantree, but if not, we'll come up with our own collective and make ourselves sound more official. At least that's my plan. I have yet to ask Greg. =) It

Mackenziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08507485938823585713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9168110.post-51431334866267080972009-01-21T10:53:00.005-05:002009-01-29T10:59:23.662-05:00

Well, the nice nails are emphatically flaking, and the honeymoon is over I suppose. It's sinking in that I won't be going home from this vacation – I really live here, and Greg really lives here and we're really married. (I could not have imagined a better wedding, by the way.)I'm starting to realize, too, that I graduated and that now I have to find a job! I worked a half day today (if I

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Last night I stayed in the new apartment for the first time! And you know what? I feel so much more happy and excited to be getting married now than when I was staying at someone else's house.Also, Jenn is now here and telling me funny stories and offering to take things off my list -- and she actually CAN because we're in the same place so I can easily hand her documents or whatever. How

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Why did the caterer automatically assume that we would like our punch to match our color scheme? Is it really something people ask about on a regular basis? Why does the garter toss traditionally involve whoever catches it putting it back on whoever caught the bouquet? And did you know the higher he puts it the longer their marriage is supposed to be? How many other people run for the

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Yes, even bloggers take vacation! And what an eventful (and yet blissfully relaxing) vacation it has been. We folded tons of origami orchids. We figured out where we're going to live. We drove 27 hours. We got "pounded" (apparently in the south when a party is thrown to outfit a new couple's kitchen with food it's called a pounding). Due to too much caffeine on the way home and being in a

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I graduated! And already I'm feeling a bit more sane. There are a few more things that became suddenly more pressing -- like finding an apartment and a full-time job -- but I finally have time to deal with all that. I've got time! It's crazy! I've moved into the Vander Ark's house for the next month, tomorrow I'm going to the Snader's house for Christmas, and then I'm going home. Then back

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I can't sleep again. Supposedly warm milk helps you sleep. Milk also makes you more congested.If I have a bad cold but can't sleep, which is worse? extra congestion or lost sleep? Also, can you explode an ear drum by sneezing?

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I really went to bed an hour ago, I promise. But I've been tossing and turning ever since. What if the caterer doesn't show up to my wedding 36 days from now? That's what I've been wondering. How can I face 200 people and tell them they have to be hungry? My absolute, worst case scenario stands this way: as long as we get 24 hours' notice that the caterer won't show up, we can get meat trays

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Here's how it stands, people:I graduate in 9 days. I get married in 39. I can't stop thinking about all the crazy things that need to happen in between. But! Deep breath. It will be fine. Breathe in... breathe out. . . We have kind of settled on Lancaster as a place to live. That's a little load off my mind. One of the main reasons we want to live there? The art scene. It has one. I

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Firstly, I have a place to stay until I get married, thanks to Christine. Secondly, Messiah hired me as a consultant for the month of January, so I'm going to be earning a paycheck, albeit a small one, in a month that otherwise might have passed without any productivity. Thirdly, the lady at T-mobile is wildly helpful. Today a customer came in wanting to trade in an old phone that the store

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It's good to be home. I haven't died -- I still visit my blog! I might blog more after I graduate. Maybe. P.S. I'm graduating 20 days from now.The problem is, I don't have a place to live after that yet! Oops. I gotta get on that.

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How near Thou art in the day of sickness. Thou Thyself visitest the sick; Thou Thyself bendest over the sufferer's bed. His heart speaks to Thee. In the throes of sorrow and suffering Thou bringest peace and unexpected consolation. Thou art the comforter. Thou art the love which watches over and heals us. To Thee we sing the song: Alleluia!It's part of an akathist (in the Orthodox church, a

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Now there's a lot to catch you all up on. Last Tuesday Greg and I tried to go to New York City and got into an accident instead, due to freakish snowstorms blanketing New Jersey. I think one place got 14 inches. We were one of 5 cars off the road in a particular place, and yet no one was hurt. The next day, Wednesday, I got an internship with Central PA magazine that starts this Thursday.

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This one makes it 695. It made me stop and wonder -- what if I had been a webcomic artist instead of a writer? I might well have 695 comic strips to my name. That would've been totally, absolutely rocking. I mean, not that this blog isn't rocking. . . just not as awesome as awesomely drawn webcomics might be. But I guess I was never a draw-er (I just now realized that draw-er and drawer are

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"I am going to be rather hard-nosed and say that if you have to find devices to coax yourself to stay focused on writing, perhaps you should not be writing what you're writing. And if this lack of motivation is a constant problem, perhaps writing is not your forte. I mean, what is the problem? If writing bores you, that is pretty fatal. If that is not the case, but you find that it is hard going

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But what can I say? Life is busy, and I know you don't want to hear me rant about homework every day. Does anyone know where I could find out at what point a minority political party becomes, legally, a majority political party? I've heard once one of its candidates gets 5% of the national vote the party is considered a majority party. Which, as far as I can tell, means that it would take part

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Because right now, I'm kind of stressed -- and off the top of my head, there are at least four things that I'd rather cook. I don't want to write my papers. I don't want to read. I want to make cookies, an onion tart (which I think must be as good as french onion soup, but in solid form), butternut squash and carmelized onion gallette, acorn squash with chile-lime vinagrette, and beef, leek

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Other than that, I'm totally lovin' this mac. Oh, baby. Oh, also, I don't have the adobe suite for it yet, but I will shortly. My favorite feature is how it starts up and shuts down in seconds. None of this "I can't check my e-mail in the morning because I only have fifteen minutes and that's as long as it takes to start up." My project for the weekend is transferring all my files from my

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There was a truly excellent collect the week in church (collect = opening communal prayer, if you're not familiar with an Episcopalian service): Grant us, Lord, not to be anxious about earthly things, but to love things heavenly; and even now, while we are placed among things that are passing away, to hold fast to those that shall endure; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with

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I planned lots of blog posts in my head before this one, and I'll get to them eventually, but it's my theory that we all need a good laugh more often than we need anything else. So go look at this blog. You will crap yourself laughing. I nearly did. I still can't help giggling when I think of any post on this blog. Oh dear. I'm also swamped with work. Sad. =( But I had a fabulous

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-- Don Forsythe, my printmaking professor, when Kinkade invited Christians in the Visual Arts to his Malibu ranch to discuss giving them a donation. Apparently Kinkade is an evangelical. Or something. Birthdays, birthdays. Ruth had a birthday on Saturday. Yay Ruth! Greg has a birthday coming up soon. Yay Greg! My roommate Amy has a birthday coming up soon. Yay Amy! Birthdays basically

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I discovered what my new countdown should be about: my birthday is in ten days! Wooh! I will be 22, and now a "twenty-something," rather than a "twenty-one year old." I feel that the distinction is immense. But probably only for people who are 21. Also, don't some mental diseases manifest themselves in your mid-twenties? I'm freaking out that I'll develop a disease before I finish college.

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It's the second day of classes and I haven't yet lost the elusive, precious delusion perpetrated by Feelings of Personal or Professional Competence. I win!I am taking classes of the levels 300, 200, and yes, even 100. Some of them are gen eds (yes, I am That Person, who put off the easy stuff and to my regret is in the back row making cynical comments and generally causing trouble for people

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The Rectangle decided to accept one of my poems for its next issue! SWEET! Now that was news worth waiting 4 months for (I submitted the poems in May!). It also makes me think maybe I should get my butt in gear and submit some other things to other places, just to see what happens. . . . Also, one of my roommates arrived today! The one that I don't know. So we'll see how that goes. I'm sure

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This week I learned the difference between the straight-up 2% milk from Trickling Springs Creamery and the "creamline" 2% milk. When I opened the 2% creamline, there was a huge clot of cream at the neck of the bottle. And the milk tasted -- oh, so rich and full. It makes me cappucini more about the milk than the coffee! And it comes in glass bottles. I'm not sure if it's the fact that the

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--The WeepiesI think I've posted nearly every day this week. What is wrong with me? Oh yeah, there's not someone around to gab to all the time, so I end up with a lot more time to think while I type. Weird.I've been doing a lot of reading and thinking this last half of the summer, and I really like it. It's what's missing from every semester -- the leeway to stay on any given topic until I

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I just ate like a cup of frosting while I was writing my research paper. I don't think I've eaten so much frosting in one sitting -- or been interested in doing so -- since I was ten. Someone needs to come take it away from me or even the three flights of stairs I climb at least four times a day won't keep me from looking like Willy the Whale. I am going to have a ba-donk-a-donk butt (whatever

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I'm more convinced than ever, due to this article -- I'm voting Democratically in the coming election, even if I do think Obama is a little bit too glib for his own good. In fact, I'm so motivated, I printed out an absentee ballot request form, filled it out, and addressed it, just five minutes ago. I did tell you, right, that I think nuclear power is about the stupidest kind of power we've got

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-- Jenn(Because I can't really condone "free love".)I just looked at the list of art supplies I'll need for Intaglio printmaking, and I started to hyperventilate and got dizzy. Breathe in, breathe out. Seriously, guys, is there not the Amazon equivalent for used art supplies? Anyone? Sigh.I think I'm panicking over more than art supplies, though -- it's everything. Budgeting, yes. Staying

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In the face of a lot of mold and mildew and grime, I'm forced to put the most important grown-up lesson I've ever learned into practice:"Suck it up and do it. No one else will." This applies particularly to cleaning and killing bugs. If it makes you unhappy, deal with it. Nobody else is around to do it for you. I've never boiled so much water in my life, but I do feel better about eating off

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Firstly I spent four hours moving last night. Then I didn't finish before they locked up the buildings, so I finished moving this morning, which took me about an hour and a half. I moved out of a 2nd floor dorm room and into a 3rd floor apartment in a building with no elevators.Then I walked over a mile to pick Jess's car up from the mechanic. Good thing it's so close, or else I wouldn't have

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-- DanToday, at work, Dan and I wondered if evangelicals are calling for the end times because Russia invaded Georgia, and isn't the antichrist supposed to come from Russia? Then we contemplated what it would be like if there actually arose a leader called Nicolai Carpathia. Would it mean that Tim Lahaye is really the devil, or just that someone had been bribed to change their name? Today,

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Me: We're crazy. It's like we met in a mental home. A mental home of AWESOME! Greg: [looks confused]Me: What'cha talkin' about?Greg: [laughs hysterically] Whaaaaaat?Me: I forgot how to say "What'cha thinking!" I panicked!Greg: [laughs until he cries]Me: C'mon man, we got to get groceries! Piece of . . . garbage!Greg: Did you just call me a piece of garbage?Me: I was trying to think of

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P.S. Before I forget: the best ever way to cook green beans is to sautee them with garlic, a little olive or peanut oil, and some sesame oil. Who'd a thunk it? But it's really delicious. Also, I really like orange juice, soy sauce, garlic, and salt as a chicken marinade. Mmmmmmm. . . .

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-- Jay-Z, as per Food PartyIf you would like to see something funny, you should totally check out Food Party. It's pretty much the funniest, weirdest, most creative set of videos I've seen in a long time (besides Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long blog, brought to you by a bored Joss Whedon). It's a spoof of a cooking show, basically, except all puppet-ified and. . . well. . . unique. Very, very

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Well, guess what? I found a job for which I am actually qualified. And,although it's a little complicated because I won't be available tostart the job untilJanuary, I'm applying anyway. Because it makes me feel better. Andbecause it provides impetus to update my resume (which I just did inMarch, so it shouldn't be too complicated).Also, what? Me interested in food blogs and craft blogs and

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Last night I sat down to write a paper. . . and I realized that maybe my writing skills have not atrophied into oblivion after all. I only forgot I had them. Whew!So maybe when I graduate, I'll be like "Oh yeah I'm totally an adult with a career and a marriage, I just forgot for a while." I mean, that happens to every graduate. . . right?! AND EVERYTHING WORKS OUT FINE IN THE END, RIGHT?!You

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because hey, everyone else graduated and left me all alone in Grantham. Ooh, snap. Yes, I did just begin my blog post with snark. Vacation brought back all my super powers, as well as the amount of energy I can hereby devote to sarcasm, so watch out, blogosphere. Super powers? Did I say super powers? I officially deny the existence of any sort of super powers. Not possible. How ridiculous.

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I'm back from Maine, for those of you who probably didn't even know that I was there. I recapped the trip at my MC blog and find myself too lackadaisical to re-post it here, or to re-re-cap.The summer is just about half over. Goodness gracious! And there is still so much to do! I'm planning on sweeping it out of the way in one fell swoop and then relaxing my heart out the rest of the time. .

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If you’re like me, every week contains a moment of evaluation, particularly since my literary analysis classes: is the way I’m living my life worth it? Are all these responsibilities ones I want to keep? For how long? What do I want my life to look like when I am grown up and outside this college?Tuesday I had an evaluation moment. I thought about the homework I have to do over this summer:

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Last night my fiance and I walked into a local gallery to look around. It was open extended hours because of Jubilee, a street-fair type shindig in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (where we went because we wanted funnel cake after our strawberry-picking expedition. You should try both sometime. It might make you more optimistic). We're both artists, both trained at the same liberal arts college.

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Crazy, bizarre, insane -- all these things run through my head as I realize that the most interesting thing I've read all summer is written by James Elkins, and furthermore is titled "Why Art Cannot be Taught." (an idea I at least 75% disagree with.)James Elkins is one of the very, very few contemporary art theorists in the United States (in fact, he's the only one anyone could name off hand, as

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Check it out.

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Today I have a few great things to bring to you. One is Dan Custer's latest blog post, which is full of puns I happily aided and abetted. The second is a website called The Morning News. It's a widely varied online magazine -- some things funny, some things wildly inappropriate but funny, some things serious, some personal essays. Very interesting. The kind of thing that makes me want to

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It made me chuckle a little, but actually made a weird sort of sense. Sort of. Maybe I'm just becoming used to costco's weirding ways.Andrew & Meredith got married! Wooh! Congratulations again, guys! I feel like we will probably be congratulating you for months. Maybe we should aim to congratulate you for as long as you've been dating? =) Also, OUCH. Summer is in full progress, and I

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I just laughed a lot, although maybe I should have been appalled. Greg & I were having a discussion the other day about what things make us feel like we're living a healthy life. For him, healthiness involves a lot of exercise. And I do mean a lot. Walking a mile every day is just the beginning. For me, eating well (taking my time cooking and trying new recipes, using fresh ingredients),

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Turns out the parts that are actually about writing are a lot more boring than the parts that are about his coke addition or alcoholism or in-general-crazy early life. Does that sound bad? That sounds bad. Let me start again:It's summer. I'm house-sitting for a very pampered cat and very pampered gardens in a large and beautiful house. I'm trying to plan a wedding, which is turning out to be

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Well, then. The last few days have left me absurdly happy. It's amazing what a difference a few days of relaxation with no deadlines and no rush makes on my psyche. It really is really, really amazing. My mind isn't broken after all. It just needed a little more breathing room. It's also turning out that Greg and I are ridiculously organized thinkers-ahead. At least, I would like to think

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Well. Welcome to May. Everyone is graduating in exactly a week (give or take a few daylight hours). I'm getting married (date yet to be determined due to extremely complicated circumstances like my massive amounts of indecision). 'Nuff said. Oh, also, I have every assignment for this past semester completed. Wooh! Time to start on the summer homework. . . ?

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Oh. No. I've become one of those people I despise, who keep a blog but only update once a month! In my defense, it's because I have a crapload of work that I don't like. That means most of my energy is taken up by work. The other portion of my energy is taken up by whining and acting melodramatic about how much I don't like doing this work. My senior show piece almost fell down today. I

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I did it! I made a fried egg/egg sunny-side up/dippy egg without breaking the yolk! This is my good news for the week.

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I just realized: I haven't posted since before senior show. Wow! That is a long time. In fact, I haven't posted since before spring break. If you want to read my immediate post-show reflections, you can catch up here, at my Messiah College blog. I'm just trying to touch ground again now. The whole week before show, busy with installing (I only made it to one class period that entire week),

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Oooh, look. Before I freak out because my rough draft is due in two days and my senior show keeps changing every critique period, I'm taking a deep, deep breath and grabbing a cup of coffee. And I'm evaluating. Aren't you proud?I had my last critique. Nobody can offer me any more suggestions now, not unless I ask them. Deep breath. There's no way I can fail to complete the project.

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Read on dear reader, and I'll tell you a tale of woe. A tale of a multiplicity of stupidities, which will shock and dazzle the mind and hopefully delight your sense of humor. For, lo and behold, not being content to forget daylight savings once, I forgot it twice. Yesterday Greg and I arrived at St. Luke's, having made heroic efforts to leave on time for once, to find that the doors were closed

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Small brown birds in the trees next to the Union today were yelling back and forth at each other. Their three-note calls sound exactly like really cheesy laser beam sound effects from low-budget video games. So you know your experience of nature is mediated by technology when. . . .

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Hmmm, apparently I am depressing when I worry about life after graduation. Well, since this isn't required reading anyway, I don't apologize. Yes, that is me being combative. It is an epidemic. I try to temper the combative with good listening skills when I talk to my professors and during critique. Other times? Maybe not so much. In an attempt to here temper my depressive with something

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Does anyone have any tips on how to avoid having a nervous breakdown? They say that when you're uber-stressed, you're only functioning at 75% of your brain capacity. I think that could well be true. I certainly feel like at least 25% of my life is missing at the moment (my favorite 25%, the part including fun books and movies and time with friends and happy days where I don't hate consciousness

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I realized that I haven't posted since Febrary 5. Eighteen days ago. In those 18 days, many things have happened. Thank goodness I can't remember most of them, because otherwise I might be completely overwhelmed and unable to move forward with tomorrow. Senior show, my writing seminar capstone paper, my poetry project, my research paper, everything is pretty much ungodly. I've taken to lying

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One of my art professors, Ted Prescott, talked in our senior show class yesterday about "breaking away." Basically, he said he was interested in seeing work that we cared about. Even if that meant work that wasn't approved of by the faculty. Eventually, every artist needs to break away to make what they care about. He even went so far as to say that breaking away is a healthy thing, a

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I officially have six weeks until my senior show. WOW.I've felt so combative ever since finding that out that I insulted every single person in my senior show group and went on to insult other friends of friends for "being good at everything." Not to their faces or anything. But I definitely yelled for hours. How am I supposed to complete my senior show and my 30 page paper for writing seminar

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I've sat and thought and thought about what I should say about my trip to Vassar College. I did, in the end, learn a lot about Elizabeth Bishop. But I had to first learn to decipher her horrific handwriting. No joke. It's worse than mine, even. It's worse than my brothers'. It's worse than anyone I know, except maybe my anthropology teacher's. His might have been on par with EB's. The

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Vassar is enormous. Not to mention enormously posh. I haven't seen a dorm room, of course (probably it would be cluttered as usual), but from the outside the buildings are ridiculously graceful & beautiful. The library is gorgeous inside, as well, and large enough to swallow my dormitory twice. And the Alumnae House (don't look at me -- that's how they spell it!), where I'm staying, is all

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My car WOULD choose the coldest days of the year to run out of antifreeze again. Katie said it was 15 degrees last night, and I believe her. It's the kind of weather when you walk outside and your hands instantly freeze. INSTANTLY. You walk inside 20 minutes later and realize you also can't feel your ears or nose. At nearly 650 posts, it seems a shame to stop making blog posts now. I may put

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The above quote comes from William Stafford, a poet, and is actually in reference to his own work. Thank you, Writer's Almanac, for bringing such lovely quotes to my attention. And such profound quotes. Who would not like to be able to say that they'd woven together the broken things and created something beautiful or something redemptive that might stop our fall?I just looked out the window

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I do love J-term.Maybe I've said that already, a lot of times. But you know -- maybe it's bitter cold, and maybe the weather has been freakish this year, and maybe I feel like hibernating, but I still love J-term. I get up at a reasonable time of the morning, I work, I go to class, I work some more, I make and eat a leisurely dinner, I socialize, I do some homework, I go to sleep. It sounds so

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Today I talked to Maria Louisa!And then I cried a lot.Nobody ever told me that studying abroad would change your life in terms of splitting you into pieces -- one with every person you came to love while you lived in a foreign place, and one piece with the place itself and every familiar bit of the walk along the cliff. Mostly they emphasized the traditional benefits like, education in the wide

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I found that part of a poem by Pablo Neruda and fell instantly in love. Not with the rest of the poem, but solely with that line. It would be marvelous, Pablo, it would. Andrew has started posting on his blog again! Imagine! I'm in awe of his witty randomness. I chuckle madly at his writing, even if I'm accidentally at work. (Accidentally!)Today I feel good at my job. That makes me pretty

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Well -- I'm going back to school tomorrow! Hopefully for a few days of leisurely work and hanging out before I have to begin the grind of classes once again. Our Christmas tree is standing completely unadorned along the outside wall of our living room. I've got to say, I kind of like the undecorated tree, too. But it's sad to know tomorrow it will probably be pulled down and dragged out to the

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Yay! Happy new year! Now we all get to be confused when it comes to writing the date for the next three months. Actually, even as of a couple of weeks ago, I sometimes accidentally wrote "2006" when dating my class notes. Oops! It's interesting to me that everyone suddenly gets introspective on January 1. What I really find interesting is the spate of articles I'm currently reading on

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Chad and Amy just sent out their new year's letter, and it made me smile really a lot. So grown up! Hah! Sending out for real holiday update letters? And being married for a whole year? Holy crap. Ain't nothin' more grown up than that. Well, except maybe procreating.That word has always made me wonder -- is there such a thing as con-creating? And what, exactly, would that consist of? I'll

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I was undecided about whether I should write to you a post or not. But then I was surfing through my photos and decided that I should share a few more than I did when I was in Italy (due to slow internet connections at the library, etc). I'm finding that since last time I was home I was getting ready for Italy, I'm experiencing a weird sensation that I should be getting ready to go to Italy

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Well, I stepped off the plane and found out it was nearly 60 degrees. It's supposed to be colder for the rest of the week, but still the contrast between balmy Alabama and that epic journey to the Howe family Christmas couldn't be greater. It hasn't been many times in my life when it's just been my family at home doing Christmas, not traveling somewhere else to visit massive amounts of family.

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Pennsylvanians are CRAZY. CRAZY HARDCORE. This is a tale of Pennsylvanian Christmas Hardcore-ness.Preface:I spent Saturday night at Greg's house, with his family, because he invited me to the Howe Family Christmas on Sunday (his mom's side). On the way to Greg's house at about 9 p.m., it was sleeting and dark and freezing and unhappy -- the edges of his windshield were forming little ice

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Well, my friends. I hope I haven't lost too many readers with my long hiatus. But it is hard to think of something to say when you hate life. So now that things are looking up (knock on wood) I'm back. I walked out of my dorm this morning and did a double-take -- the trees looked like they were in bloom. Then I realized they were just covered with tiny icicles that looked like buds and they

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I woke up this morning and thought to myself: "What's the point of all this again?" By which I mean, why am I waking up and going to chapel and class and all of that? Is there really a point? So I didn't go. I got up, actually took the time to make some breakfast, make a cappucino, put on some music, and do a lot of reading for my world views class. That way I wouldn't feel guilty for not

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Thanksgiving: a tale of adventure. Traveling adventure. Culinary adventure. Gastrointestinal adventure. I came, I ate, I got some kind of weird stomach flu, I left, I came back to school. (somehow not as cool as I can I saw I conquered.)It was good to see my family again, both immediate and extended. Greg came with me, and I was surprised but pleased when it seemed fairly natural. I hope he

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-- RilkeI like that quote of Rilke's so much. I don't like this faith integration paper quite as much. It's difficult. So much of what I want to talk about is felt and not known, and so I'm having to search for some approximation of poetic language and form that will tell more than academic language, but will still be more accessible to my intended audience than my poetry would be. I don't

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Today I thought I would share with you some of what I've been working on for my senior honors project. Not my own work -- but I am supposed to find an influence who will be the deep subterranean river under my understanding of poetry. For Elizabeth Bishop, that was George Herbert (you'll remember him, maybe, from Easter Wings fame). Oddly enough, I am drawn to someone of a similar time period:

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OH MAN I KNOW I SHOULD NOT START TWO POSTS IN A ROW IN ALL CAPS BUT YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE IT! I WON A LIBRARY RESEARCH GRANT!In conjunction with my English honors project, I applied for a research grant to go to Vassar College and see Elizabeth Bishop's poem manuscripts and travel journals. I wanted to study her patience in poem-writing, her revision methods, and see how she translated her

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THANKSGIVING IS ONLY EIGHT DAYS AWAY WOOHOO I AM SO EXCITED I CANNOT STAND IT WHEN IS BREAK GOING TO COME AND THEN CAN THE SEMESTER BE OVER WITHOUT ANY MORE HORRIBLE ASSIGNMENTS AT WHICH I FEEL LIKE I FAIL?Hey, I think the coffee kicked in. That's good.I have to say, there are a few things which are going very well. Work at the Office of Marketing and Public Relations swims forward like an

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Hello. I forget what I was going to say, but I think it involved amazement at the huge box of candy that my mother sent me. Seriously, it weighs at least five pounds. Do you ever have the urge to spend pound with an ell? It confuses me. The abbreviation being lb., I mean, and the actual word being spelled pound. Um, artistic influences? I'm not certain I have any, but I have to give a

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Eighteen days until Thanksgiving break. Whee!That's. . . that's just over two weeks! Whee!I am so exhausted from NYC, and I'm going to have a busy day today and a busy week next week again. I have a presentation and two papers due at the beginning of the week, so I cannot slack off this weekend, but hopefully everything will be alright. I'm really tired and really ready for a break. I've

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Ah, familiarity. By which I mean: Ah, the familiarity of being up way too late for my mental health working on papers and projects. In one way, this familiarity is actually reassuring, because I finally feel that I am doing my utmost at my work. I can apparently only last so long at subverting my perfectionistic impulses. On the other hand, there is the pleasant unfamiliarity of having

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Hey my loves,Guess what! It's Friday, so that means another Jesus College blog post. Also, I have a headache due to not enough sleep and too much late-night roommate fun designing halloween costumes -- I won't be able to make the art league party, but at least I get to design costumes and have fun with the preparation. I was even involved in deciding the big group theme for seniors this year,

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I will not post until I have a specific story to tell, I told myself. The other kind of general catching-up posts are heck of boring. Well. I'm not sure I have a specific story to tell, but I will tell you something specific:Sleeping is my favorite. I may not do as much of it for the rest of the semester.Also, I think I could be a professor. I'm not sure I would be great at being relational

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- Basho("Sick on a journey,as for dream,it wanders the withered fields")Supposedly that is the last haiku that Basho ever wrote -- he dictated it to his assistant and then fell asleep and died. Or maybe I'm confusing him with Buson. When I am tired, all poets sort of seem to run together. I highly recommend the book Art and Fear. I'm not a crazy nutcase when it comes to making things. The

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Hello loves. My blogging fell by the wayside over break. I do not regret it. I do regret my lack of motivation.I do not desire to do work, I desire sleep and fun. I do not feel that my work will ever make a difference. I do not believe that my work can touch another mind or provoke another's emotions the way these examples do, the examples held up by my teachers. I do not even think I can be

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"Poetry should be as unconscious as possible.""One of the few good qualities I think I have as a poet is patience. I have endless patience. Sometimes I feel I should be angry at myself for being willing to wait 20 years for a poem to get finished, but I don't think a good poet can afford to be in a rush."-- Elizabeth Bishop"Take off, take off your glasses. . . . Let me see your sightless eyes?

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