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Thursday, April 13th, 2006
11:39 pm - Feeling Phlegmatic
I have a tickle in my throat. An annoying itch that won’t go away, causing my breath to catch every time I inhale. And I don’t exhale anymore: I cough. As a cure for these symptoms I have prescribed for myself a good dose of vitamin C and a steaming cup of tea.

Sometimes it’s lovely to be sick. I used to eat those chewable vitamins like candy and I love a nice pot of tea. On the other hand, I’m just glad it’s not typhus.

There are hundreds of names for typhus – jail fever, ship fever, camp fever, hospital fever, and my favorite, putrid fever. But luckily there are no fleas or lice around presently that will give me this nasty illness. Maybe if I was living in Medieval times it would be different. Lice were an everyday thing back then.

Even now lice is still more common in certain places than the spoiled brats of the continental America might realize. And I’m sure most people are forced to just deal with it, comb their hair with those neat fine-toothed combs and be content to live with the louse that has chosen their head as a house.

My lice and me…we caused the bubonic plague. Well I guess a few mice and rats can share the credit if they must. Those would have been some busy days for the physicians and blood letters of the middle ages. Too bad the bubonic plague was quite contagious…so even the physicians were doomed, no matter how accurate their star charts might have been or how balanced the four humors were.

Luckily typhus isn’t contagious. You have to be bitten first, by some insect.

In an article I was reading it talked about the downfall of folk remedies. The church banned a lot of mystical spells and magic that supposedly worked on invalids because those spiritual medications didn’t mesh with the Christian doctrines they were trying to establish world wide.

(Personally, sometimes I think it’s a mind over body thing…plus a few Advil and maybe a heftier prescription if things really get bad.) Praying to God might put your mind at ease, but I think I’ll take a visit to the nearest licensed doctor any day over hopeful, blind devotion.

Speaking of God. These are holy days. The Triduum – Holy Thursday, Good Friday, and Easter Vigil. Easter is supposed to be the most important holiday in the Christian faith, much more noteworthy than Christmas. And so (at least in the Catholic Church) you sit reverently in the pews for three nights patiently waiting for Easter. On Thursday you might approach the altar and get your feet washed by a complete stranger, and on Friday you might silently walk down the aisle to venerate the cross (kiss a wooden rendition of the crucifix, or just place your hand piously on the smooth wood). On Saturday it’s more and more waiting, because somehow Jesus would defy death – and he did, didn’t he? And this vigil is supposed to last all night until the celebration on Easter morning.

So how does the bunny and the eggs fit in to all this? The egg I can see maybe. Sometimes Mary Magdalene is painted with an egg – symbolic. I wonder how many Christians actually know the history and traditions of the Easter holiday? What does it mean to them? I know for most of the kids it will mean a lot of chocolate and hard-boiled eggs. And colorful Easter baskets.

But really it’s about death and sin, and guilt. Oh, and of course resurrection.

So if the medieval church doesn’t coincide with mystical remedies and magical spells and so on, where do miracles fit in? Where does the resurrection come from? Really Christianity is more mystical than anything else I can think of. Religions in general actually.

Maybe Jesus was never really dead. Maybe it was a conspiracy. Maybe it’s all a hoax. Or maybe it really did happen exactly the way it was written. I don’t know, I wasn’t there.

I think I’ll go with Scully on this one. I know there’s an explanation somewhere that makes sense and fits all the criteria. Funny, since she’s Catholic.

Maybe when we reach wherever we’re going it might make more sense. Even if our final destination is only the nothingness of a cold dirt grave and nothing more, or the consuming fire of a cremation, maybe a lavishly decorated tomb with supplies to aid me in my journey to the afterlife. I doubt any of us will be resurrected in some death defying miracle. Does anything really make sense?

There might be another way to think entirely.

And I have no idea where this is going. I just know that if anyone has an infectious disease, they should stay in bed at home and skip church, or if you have a contagious plague, maybe you should pass up the bread and wine during Eucharist. Because it just might take a miracle to save everyone in the congregation.

On another note…which of the four humors best suits you? Sanguine, phlegmatic, melancholic, or choleric? And why did you choose that?

current mood: phlegmatic...or maybe sanguine

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Friday, April 7th, 2006
11:14 pm - Sing out at the top of your lungs
The radio station I listen to is Charlie FM, which plays everything. And they mean everything the other day they played Disco Duck featuring Disney's very own Donald. This is my favorite station because I've never been able to choose which type of music I like best. There are too many songs that I enjoy from every genre: blues, jazz, rock, punk, and yes even country.

I wonder if our personal choice of song provides some insight into our psyche. Sometimes the answers are surprising, sometimes not. Even if they did provide some insight, it would be inconclusive I think because there are so many other variables in life. You can't use a song to know someone, but its always fun to try. Some of my favorite tunes are Mack the Knife, Sugar Sugar, Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, Hallelujah...among many many others. But there are also those random songs that get stuck in my mind ever so often.

A few weeks ago while I was eating dinner with my family in San Francisco we were talking about those persistent songs that get stuck in your head all the time. This isn't necessarily your favorite song. For instance: the song perpetually on a loop in my mind is "No More I Love Yous" by Annie Lennox, but this is not my favorite song. Do be do be do do do, Ah ah. And when I finally listened to all the lyrics I realized it was a creepy song. But I'm stuck with it. I find myself humming the do be do be do do do chorus constantly while Im reading, washing the dishes, or surfing the net. Or often the other song stuck in my head is that April Showers song from Disney's Bambi movie, and that is definitely not on my top ten list of favorites. Drip drip drop little April showers

Anyway, at this dinner I was telling you about, I ordered a steak and was carving away when I asked my Dad what song was stuck in his head -- The Allman brothers...yeah they have some pretty catchy tunes. Ramblin' Man is nice.

And Mom had a bunch of those little kid story-hour tunes knocking around her mind...we know them all, we were there once. Sad, so sad. (I admit these repetitive rhyming ditties get caught in my brain from time to time...but Ill spare you the torment of quoting).

My little sis Malia on the other hand has been immersed in the country twang of our generation, and she knows almost every popular country song thats on the radio, word for word. I don't know if I should be upset or not. Her mind is swirling with bad country lyrics: She's a redneck woman, Hell Yeah! (but she refused to say "hell" because apparently that's a naughty word).

So there we were, humming and tapping to the songs that were now inevitably drifting through our minds. (You can't bring up that one particular song in a conversation without it sticking around and becoming a nuisance.)

As we were all singing a country song we all knew about the guy who chooses fishing over his woman, the waitress came over and Dad asked what song was stuck in her head at that very moment. Her immediate answer: Puff The Magic Dragon.

Tell me, please -- What is the song that circles your mind from time to time? Not your favorite song per se, but the one that refuses to be forgotten. What song is stuck in your head at this very moment?

current mood: curious

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Thursday, April 6th, 2006
6:56 am - Are You From Outer Space?
I was walking down 23rd today, looking in shop windows and wishing there was a cheap book store somewhere close by, when right there between Lovejoy and Marshall a flying saucer landed in one of the intersections causing a traffic jam in all four directions. The doors swooshed open in a flurry of mist like the doors of Doc’s Dolorian, and I knew that today was going to be like no other humdrum day. Wednesday’s are like that.

The common misconception about alien species is that they will be predominantly human in someway. That was definitely not the case when the four extra-terrestrials descended. They looked more like walking sticks, hovering an inch above the street. Four canes that might have been discarded in an umbrella bin at the old-folks home by someone’s Grandfather.

One pedestrian, a middle aged woman, fainted on cue when they approached. When she was revived minutes later she admitted she thought they were snakes (apparently she is a die hard Christian and the story of Adam and Eve being tempted by the evil serpent in the Garden of Eden has left a lasting impression). Snakes are another species who are misunderstood.

So these cane-like snake aliens popped over to us. And it was a pop. They were in one spot and then they blinked out and appeared in front of us, bing bing bang. The pop was instantaneous, and there they were hovering over us. They weren’t at all slithery like a snake: their movements were quick and mechanical, vaguely reminiscent of legos. Legos don’t move, but that’s what they were like. These aliens would separate into tiny blocks and then reassemble into a new position, like clipping legos together.

Pop pop pop pop pop, they were pretzels. Clip snap blink blink, they were a castle. It was like watching one of those old Charlie Chaplin black and white flip movies you can find at the penny arcade. Rapid succession of still images. Flip flip flip, now they looked like and apple. The middle aged woman fainted again – she must really have issues with the Garden of Eden.

The transformations became quicker, now a boat, now a skyscraper, look, it’s a plane, no it’s a bird, wait, it’s superman. (Superman?) I wondered how aliens from far far away could possibly know about a classic comic book character. Maybe they’re avid marvel and DC readers in outer space. Unless Krypton really is an actual planet…

For about two minutes and forty-six seconds the aliens flickered into different objects, always returning to the cane-like snake appearance. This occurred in utter silence as we watched, dumbfounded. Finally exhausted, the canes hovered above the sidewalk for a few moments, then in another spurt of energy, they began rapidly tapping the sidewalk with the tips of their canes. Tip tip, tap, tip tip. It sounded like Morse code.

But then, in a flash, I blinked and they were gone. There was no saucer parked in the middle of the intersection on either Lovejoy or Marshall. No cane-like snake alien beings hovered above us. Cars were honking, urging the traffic to get a move on, and there was a middle aged woman fainted on the sidewalk, her husband pinching her arm to make her wake up. A few pedestrians shook their heads as if in a daze and continued on their way.

Looking up into the cloudy Portland sky, I saw a flicker, and for a moment I swear I saw a saucer blip out of sight. It was there, I swear. I glanced down at the edge of the sidewalk near the crosswalk and noticed a tiny blue lego. The plastic was chipped, but I picked up the toy and shoved it in my pocket anyway. And at that moment it started to rain, great sheets of hard rain battering my head, and I slipped under an awning. Ah, Portland.

In high school I read a book about Morse code and how to decipher a message or create your own. Bored and caught in the rain, I worked out the tips and taps of the cane in my head as I shivered on the sidewalk, then I laughed. My Morse code may be rusty, but I think those aliens were only looking for a cheap bookstore somewhere close by. The Superman Comics are popular again I hear.

Or maybe I’ve been watching too many X-file episodes.

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Wednesday, December 1st, 2004
3:37 pm - Nothing in particular
Only a few weeks until the end of the semester, and then only a single semester until graduation. And I don't have a clue what I will do, or where I will stay, or who I will stay with. There are multiple options, some more desirable than others. Cardboard-box under the Hawthorne bridge vs. studio apartment in New York (not that I would ever go to New York). You see my dilemma.

Basically I still have my entire life before me (but if you think about it, I always have every day since I was born) so really nothing should be different. What to do, what to do. I have no clue.

That rhymes...and now I begin to ramble because really I am procrastinating & wasting time on the internet before I leap off to aerobics in less than an hour. There isn't anything productive I can seriously get finished in that amount of time. But later I will be immersed in poetry poetry and more poetry.

What is everyone's favorite poem? I need to memorize a poem and recite it aloud in class, and I don't know which one to choose...any opinions?

(that is if anyone actually reads this anymore, seeing as I don't regularly update, although I do read comments daily)

I'll probably avoid Shel Silverstien.

current mood: listless

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Tuesday, October 12th, 2004
12:22 pm - The Problem of the Missing Snow People
Contemplating life is a frustrating occupation. But Liv had a nice piece of wisdom the other day:

"That's what life is, a million different realizations. You always know basic truths about yourself, but realizing that you know it already is how we learn."

A truly excellent tid bit of advice from the wise. I thought it was a nice realization.

Marriage has been a much discussed topic of coversation arouns here...mainly because most of the people I talk to are around that age where Marriage, or the discussion thereof, becomes relevent and sometimes important. Different opinions about marriage are all aross the board. And then the other day, two freshmen got married after knowing eachother for only two weeks. Technically, this piece of information is none of anyone's business except the newly weds (unless it effects our life in some direct way, which it doesn't), but since there was an article in the campus newsletter about this marriage, it has caused even more debates and discussions on the already hot topic of marriage.

As for the freshmen, I would like to say I wish them the best of luck and convey my congratulations; however, on the other hand, I almost hope the union is not a success so other people who are thinking of marrying after only knowing eachother for two weeks will look at their example and think twice. But like I said, it's really none of my business, and my initial reaction is to congratulate.

Yet, the subject of marriage and romantic relationships is still prevelent in the daily life of a senior college student. As for me personally, marriage is a distant prospect that is only discussed through the examples and experience of those around me (fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you view the situation).

It's snowing in Alaska, and I said the other day, "It's snowing in Alaska. My little sister already made a snowman, and I have no men whatsoever."

I was only being silly, as usual, but I guess it's true in some odd way. I don't even have a snowman (or a snow woman for that matter, but I don't swing that way, someone else can have my snow woman).

And why should the topic of serious relationships and marriage be so prevelant right now, when I have a thesis to write and modernist novels to read?

current mood: thirsty

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Monday, September 27th, 2004
7:47 pm - In Pursuit of Trivia
Apparently I still should write in this journal as well as my xanga journal, because there are freinds on both sides of the internet. Not a problem, so I'll update two websites periodically.

Today I'd like to confess that I am literally insane. I wake up at 6:30 in the morning for a majority of the week, and the only days I don't work in the college cafeteria are Tuesday and sometimes Saturdays or Sundays.

I have a migraine headache just thinking about it.

I have a trivial pursuit question that everyone should know the answer to because of the current politics that are surrounding us. Let's see if you know the answer: What is the capital of Iraq?

Guess, guess, guess, and don't look up the answer anywhere -- that's considered cheating. It has to be off the top of your head, on the tip of your tongue. But I guess I can give you a hint. There is a movie theater in Portland that serves pizza and beer that is named after this city.

hopefully you know the answer now. Next question: What fruit grows on trees in bunches like grapes?

And now I am going to sign off and write a rhythmic poem in metric verse...most likely iambic pentameter or something similar because the English language tends to be naturally spoken in iambs, although I personally like anapests the best.

current mood: thirsty

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Wednesday, April 30th, 2003
9:37 pm - Circles of Hell
you want to know what circle of Hell I am going to? Here is your answer...

You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven.

The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very High
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Very Low
Level 7 (Violent)Low
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Very Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

current mood: complacent

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Tuesday, April 29th, 2003
10:21 pm - Morp
Ah, the prom. I remember when I was in the eighth grade, tri valley had a Mr. Morp contest. For those of you who haven't figured it out yet, morp is prom spelled backwards. I believe that Tiko Crowfoot was Mr. Morp that year. hmmm...is Tiko spelled right, or is it Teko, or Teeko? Tiko looks the most correct.

I can tell it is prom season in Portland because there are limos populating the streets of downtown, and teenagers gussied up in the formal wear are walking along the sidewalks and eating at fancy restaurants.

When we saw "Holes" the other day at the mall, there were a few prom couples skating at the ice rink. (It didn't look like they skate very often, and they looked pretty funny skating around in their tuxedos and such.)

Moral: don't go ice skating on prom night.

current mood: pensive

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Thursday, April 24th, 2003
6:26 pm - Cosmology Spies and Rules of Etiquette
I have spies on the other side who gave me top secret information about Herchel's schedule. With these urgent facts, I was able to reinforce my previous problems and present my reconstructed answers the next morning. Wonderful! With this precious info I should easily win future battles.

When at an important dinner, etiquettely you are not supposed to discuss Religion, Politics, or SEX! And you always pass the salt and pepper as a couple.

Etiquettely...is that a word? Well, it is now.

Damn Americans! Always eating the American way and oblivious to the continental (international) way of holding your fork and knife. Yet I discovered I don't eat Americanly, I naturally held my fork and knife continentally -- it seems obvious that you would hold the knife and cut with your right hand while spearing or scooping your food with the fork in your left hand (but apparently I'm strange). Well, if I ever go to another country I won't be ridiculed from the dinner table because I held my silverware wrong. I do love my food.

If you can't talk about Religion, Politics, or Sex, what can you talk about? eventually it seems like any conversation makes its way around to these three categories...or maybe I just associate with the wrong company; a valid possibility.

I guess I must remain etiquettely wrong, because I simply won't change my present company. Besides, it's more interesting and exciting to talk about Religion, Politics, and Sex. Controversy promises a firery discussion.

However, it you are contemplating murder for any reason because of a controversial debate...take it outside, especially if we're eating.

current mood: amused

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Monday, April 21st, 2003
7:30 pm - Cosmological Battles
Jody and I turned on No Doubt and swept through our room on a spring cleaning spree (No Doubt is cleaning music afterall). We carried a red vaccuum across the grassy knoll, but unfortunately it wouldn't quite reach all the way under the beds. So we walked all the way back across the grassy knoll and sat dejectedly near the office door; well Jody sat dejectedy because we were being rejected by the non-existant "RA-on-duty," but I was just jected -- neither de nor re.

After our vaccuum escapade, Katy and Stephan made an appearance and frantically looked for the food we had moved to a new location. Finally Stephan pulled open a drawer and discovered the missing snacks. Obviously we then had to eat peanut butter smeared on club crackers as I struggled unsuccessfully with my cosmology problems. (I swear, I understand the book, and the lectures, and I understand the mathematical equations involved, but there's always something screwy about Herschel's homemade problems...damn you, Snodgrass!)

This morning after staying up half the night tackling physics problems and hearing psychic predictions about my future husband (see Xanga.com), I woke up bright and early to walk briskly to my first class - COSMOLOGY!

Needless to say, I didn't pay much attention because Herschel repeats the same lecture for about two weeks until moving onto the next one, so I've already heard this particular rant. Instead, I reviewed the chapter myself and took notes, still trying to figure out those bugger problems. Of course, once class let out, it was misting outside, and I had to walk all the way back up to Akin with little speckles of rain on my glasses. This is Portland afterall.

My Religion class was a brief interlude between attacks from my cosmology homework and the continuing battle, which ended at five when I surrendered and had to turn in my work. Usually I return victorious from one of these bouts with astronomy; alas I think physics won this battle, but I intend to win the WAR! I'm going to have a brief meeting with Colonel Snodgrass to work out a war strategy for the next big fight.

A different battle, and a different war, is my public discourse paper and impending speech. I think I have the upper hand throughout this war, plus I can call in reinforcements, and the element of time is on my side (there should be no external interference in this case, which was sadly untrue for the past weekend of Easter baptisms and Cat Ballou...poor, neglected, EVIL cosmology).

Today wasn't the best of days, but it wasn't the worst of days either. It is only 7:30, so I am sure the evening will improve, especially with the prospect of study breaks and snacks.

current mood: jected

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Wednesday, April 9th, 2003
12:10 am - Holy Noodles
Spicy picante beef ramen is one of my new favorite college mini-meals. Before it was the chicken sesame ramen. Both are delicious, but I think I like the hot spicy noodles that bite back when you sink your teeth in. I need a fiesty snack after a theological discussion.

One must be cautious when asking the loaded question, "what do you believe in?" most people will immediately think of doctrinal practices and dogmatic laws when this question is uttered. Fortunately "believing" consists of something much more than doctrine and dogma -- perhaps something much simpler, which makes it hard to comprehend, because we always try to make things harder than they actually are. Belief is a personal view of life. No two people will ever believe the exact same thing. Every belief should, and will, differ in some way. That is why the next question should accordingly be about faith.

What do you have faith in? One can have faith in anything. I have faith that the sun will rise tomorrow. Of course, there may be a sudden unexplained supernova and we will all be evaporated before the non-existant sun rise, but I will still have faith tonight that the sun will rise tomorrow. I have faith in spaghetti.

If you have a theological conversation with a philosophy major, be prepared to answer an entourage of questions, and brace yourself for the realization an hour after the philosopher has left that she never did answer any of your questions.
"What difference does that make?"
"Does that really matter?"
"What really defines a 'being'?"

Many people take church too seriously. It is not neccessarily the institution and the organized structure of a church that is important. A Church is a gathering place for a community, a place for refection as well as celebration and continuity -- yet this still is not what is most important. People should search for contententment within their personal-inner-well-being, this does not explicitly rely on the church. One can find their "beliefs" and "faith" -- or even their own doctrines and dogma -- in the middle of an enchanted forest, or discover it during a difficult midterm exam. One does not specifically need the church. Yet, many can, and do, still go to the church if that is where they personally choose to reside.

And finally (well, not really finally) there is the question of energy. First of all: what is energy? Is it simply E=mc^2 or is there more to it than mass and the speed of light? Can there be energy without mass? I think we can all agree there is some degree of energy associated with thougths and emotions. The real question is: Can we channel and focus our thoughts to bring about a certain hope? is prayer focusing energy and thought to bring about a specific hope?

If you are really concentrating, might you be able to move something with the power of your mind? Our mind is capable of many things that are unfathomable to humankind. The brain is a powerful muscle.

one reoccuring question that appears is the nature of the bible. Should the bible be read literally or figuratively? If the bible is interpreted literally, aren't there so many contradictions that each lesson or message risks becoming moot? Therefore, it makes more sense to read a biblical narrative in a figurative fashion and extract form each message the underlying meaning and personal significance.

The bible never mentions anything about ramen noodles or the consumption of spicy picante beef flavored soup at midnight.


current mood: pensive

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Friday, April 4th, 2003
2:39 pm - Rainbow Gold
Fridays are such wonderful days, agreed? Jody and I just witnessed a beautiful rainbow that started at our window and ended at the chapel. Now we are planning what we will do with the pot of gold we have procured. Perhaps we will sail to some exotic country...we could buy all of the land in the world...we'll pay Bush to stop his war and think of a better, well thought out alternative (he'd probably take the money too -- it's quite a bit of gold)...we will do nothing for the rest of our lives and revel in luxurious laziness (wait, we already do that). Maybe we will just save it for a rainy day...er, well in Portland that is everyday, so maybe not. Anyway, before we can do anything with our new fortune, we have to hot-foot it down to the shuttle and travel downtown so we can watch a recent Feature Presentation. That's the plan and we are sticking to it...after all, I don't know how many people will accept a pot full of leprechaun gold, but we can always hope.

current mood: rich

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Thursday, April 3rd, 2003
7:38 pm - iNsAnItY
ahhhhhhhh! glub glub glub

I'm going mad mad mad mad mad.

Wait, I already went mad...does that mean I am becoming sane?

They haven't taken me away yet hee hee haw haw.

Oh no! They're coming to take me away....

Yay! The straight jacket didn't hold me, now I'm FREE!


MWA HA HA *laughs evilly*

current mood: weird

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Wednesday, April 2nd, 2003
6:28 pm - moja simba, moja mchawi na moja chumba.
I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts...deedle lee dee
there they are a standing in a row...bump bump bump
big ones small ones... (some as big as your head)
...oh if only Mufasa were here.

Simba. Swahili word for lion.
Rafiki. Swahili word for friend.

I don't know what (if anything) mufasa means in swahili, the dictionary says ERROR ERROR!

moja simba, moja mchawi, na moja chumba.

(look it up)

current mood: cold

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Tuesday, April 1st, 2003
3:09 pm - Classics Galore
Besides "Little Women," Louisa May Alcott has written many other books that are considered classics. I have a shelf of her books on my desk at home...nice, green hardcover books.

Another of my favorite authors is Jane Austen...Pride and Prejudice is the basis for many contemporary books and movies today; a good example is "You've got mail" which even mentions the book.

Some popular favorites for all ages are "The secret Garden" or "A little princess," both by Francis Hodgson Burnett, and who can forget the chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis (these are also in my room, lined up on one of my bookshelves). C.S. Lewis is right up there with J.R.R. Tolkien, and not only because they are referred to by their initials (actually come to think of it, a lot of classic authors go by their initials...hmmm).

The Anne series (and various other books) by L.M. Montgomery are classics, and of course you also have Charles Dickens who wrote a long list of novels such as "Great Expectations," "Oliver Twist," etc, etc.

Some of my roommate's favorites were The Oz series by L.Frank Baum (this is also condensed into one book - unabridged of course - on my shelf because I bought it for Malia last summer) and definitely the classic "Winnie the Pooh" and its sequels by A.A. Milne. We can never forget "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland" or "through the looking glass" by Lewis Carrol.

'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things;
of shoes, and ships, and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings;
and why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wings.'

I can go on and on creating an even longer list of children's classics including Roald Dahl and Madeline L'engle (a "Wrinkle in Time" etc); however, I have a feeling that more adult and more challenging classics are in demand.

So you could consider "The once and future king" or "Le Morte d'Arthur" which are Arthurian legends. Maybe you would like "The Canterbury Tales" by Chaucer...these are some of the oldest classics in history. Or we can jump ahead to the Victorian/pre-victorian period with the famous Bronte sisters -- "Wuthering Heights" and "Jane Eyre." On the subject of women writers there are also Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein," Willa Cather's "My Antonia," any title by Virginia Woolf, or again Austen and Montgomery.

Some more titles to consider:
"House of Mirth"
"Catcher in the Rhye"
"Uncle Tom's Cabin"
"Lorna Doone"
"Black Beauty"
"A little Prince"
"A Handmaids Tale" Margaret Atwood (often considered controversial)
"Treasure Island" Robert Lous Stevens
"Sherlock Holmes" Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
"Gulliver's Travels"
"Doctor Doolittle"
"Swiss Family Robinson"
"Wind in the Willows"
"Phantom Tollbooth"

More Authors:
Mark Twain
Earnest J. Gaines
Lloyd Alexander
Ursala K. Le Guin
Laura Ingles Wilder
E.B. White
J.K. Rowling
Ann Raynd
Stephen King
Alice Walker
Tom Robbins
Victor Hugo ("Hunchback of Notre Dame" "Les Miserables").

And on a final note you could ask if Natalie Babbit counts as a contemporary classic writer, she wrote "Tuck Everlasting," "The search for Delicious," and other scrumptious books.

current mood: classy

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Monday, March 31st, 2003
10:57 pm - ciao
Just sitting here. Listening. There is a novel being read behind me in the background, but somehow I am not interested. I've already missed the beginning of the story, so I wouldn't understand what's happening now anyway. I do know that one of the main characters is Lotus Cloud. Interesting.

"The Stones are Hatching" is a very strange book. "Another Roadside Attraction" is even crazier! Yowza...drugs...sex...more drugs...more sex...and Jesus Christ. hmmmm.

Every conversation during dinner somehow makes its way around to Harry Potter and Chemistry. We never grow tired of discussing these two subjects...maybe that's because the Harry Potter subject remains fresh in our mind with continuous re-caps of online fan-fics starring Draco Malfoy...and apparently chemistry professors (and majors for that matter) are certified loons.

SUCROSE OR DEATH! um...sucrose.

Sometimes the professors are even compared to Snape: you know, potions, chemistry...is there a difference?

The "Cat's Meow" is an interesting movie. Based on actual movie actors and comedians, I wonder how much of it was even remotely accurate. Yowza...Marion Davis...Charlie Chaplin...etc. Kirsten Dunst did a fabulous job! And of course there was Eddy Izzard as Charlie.

nibble nibble nibble
(squirrel cocks his head to one side with a nervous,quizzical look)
did i leave the stove on? (pause)
of course not, i'm a squirrel for godssake!
nibble nibble nibble

Well, in the words of Eddy Izzard:


current mood: relaxed

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Thursday, March 20th, 2003
7:14 pm - Hello Healy Hellions!
Yo sistas! Check this out...very awesome: Eric Conveys an Emotion!

Ya'll have to visit to know what it is...one of my favorites is "hamster in underpants." (or maybe you've already visited Eric, if dis be the case Kudos to you)

Now I gotta jet and get a paper finished before morning.


current mood: indescribable

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1:30 pm - Martin Sheen or Martin Estevez?
First Estevez then Sheen.

Did you know Martin Sheen took his wife's last name? What a feminist!

The ideal American President...an actor.

Just some random Martin thoughts.

current mood: quixotic

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Friday, February 7th, 2003
7:06 pm - Xanga!
There is another wonderful online journal created by yours truly...


Now I must depart, Dahling!


current mood: accomplished

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Wednesday, January 15th, 2003
6:34 pm - A Day In The Sun
It's sweltering today. The sun is above me covering me with it's golden rays. It is a good day to visit the beach. Hot sand steaming around me, the waves breaking with the tide. Our picinic lunch was delicious today and everyone is in wonderful spirits. I wish that everyday could be like today!

current mood: ecstatic

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