Today I discovered this little gem from the Mormon Tabernacle Choir's concert in 2008. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!
12.19.2010
12.12.2010
Demon Washer
The past few weeks have been CRAZY. I won't spend time telling you about the horrifying amount of research papers I have had to write (approx. 50 pages due this last week) and the extreme number of personal statements I have composed (18 different ones), in addition to 20 hours of work and 19 credit hours. Whew! Just reading that makes me tired.
Suffice it to say, at times I have felt a little possessed.
Apparently, so does my washer.
The other day, I threw my clothes in the washer during the short 20-minute period that I had run home to change my clothes and grab some lunch before going to my other job. I didn't have time to put two loads in, so I just threw them all in together.
When I came out 10 minutes later, this is what I saw.
Here it is from another angle (please excuse the messy state of my kitchen):
Yes, folks, that washer used to be sitting right next to the dryer. Somehow it moved forward all the way and then, when it ran out of cord and couldn't go straight anymore, it turned a 90 degree angle. All by itself.
And that was when I knew my washer was possessed.
Suffice it to say, at times I have felt a little possessed.
Apparently, so does my washer.
The other day, I threw my clothes in the washer during the short 20-minute period that I had run home to change my clothes and grab some lunch before going to my other job. I didn't have time to put two loads in, so I just threw them all in together.
When I came out 10 minutes later, this is what I saw.
Here it is from another angle (please excuse the messy state of my kitchen):
Yes, folks, that washer used to be sitting right next to the dryer. Somehow it moved forward all the way and then, when it ran out of cord and couldn't go straight anymore, it turned a 90 degree angle. All by itself.
And that was when I knew my washer was possessed.
11.28.2010
Things I've Eaten
With all the hype about delicious Thanksgiving dinners (mine sure was--who can go wrong with 10 pies, 3 turkeys, and a ham?), I thought I would throw up a few pictures of things I've eaten (pun intended). Some of them were pretty disgusting--while others only look disgusting. I'll leave it to you to guess which is which.
I think this one tops all in the category of looks. I was so terrified that this was either a-a plate of worms or b-a plate of baby snakes.
I used to think fish were disgusting--when this was brought out on my plate I was a little surprised. Now, though, I just crave whole fish (which, incidentally, are much easier to eat with chopsticks!!)
See my post on mansaf for details on this one.
A traditional Chinese New Year dinner--fish, bamboo shoots, cow stomach, shrimp, and several unidentifiable meat and vegetable dishes.
Frog legs.
Stinky tofu. That is the actual translation from the Chinese. And even though I said I wouldn't tell you which ones I liked (or learned to like) and which ones I didn't, I will just tell you now that stinky tofu (fried, boiled, baked) smells like an old diaper and has about the same consistency. They tell me it tastes better than it smells, but I never found that to be true...
This is some sort of Vietnamese seafood dish, with lots of tendrils of seafood--octopus, squid, shrimp, and some other things.
I never would have thought to put beans and fruit together on top of shaved ice before I lived in Taiwan...
Cow stomach in all of its glory.
They call this "hot pot." Isn't it cute that the little shrimp is staring at you?
This was an all-you-can-eat hot pot place. I usually just grabbed lots of squishy things and threw them all in together, so I'm not sure what any of these things are (besides the cabbage)...they were just squishy.
And despite the rather unattractive nature of this picture, I thought it would be fun to see fried squid in action.
I think this one tops all in the category of looks. I was so terrified that this was either a-a plate of worms or b-a plate of baby snakes.
I used to think fish were disgusting--when this was brought out on my plate I was a little surprised. Now, though, I just crave whole fish (which, incidentally, are much easier to eat with chopsticks!!)
See my post on mansaf for details on this one.
A traditional Chinese New Year dinner--fish, bamboo shoots, cow stomach, shrimp, and several unidentifiable meat and vegetable dishes.
Frog legs.
Stinky tofu. That is the actual translation from the Chinese. And even though I said I wouldn't tell you which ones I liked (or learned to like) and which ones I didn't, I will just tell you now that stinky tofu (fried, boiled, baked) smells like an old diaper and has about the same consistency. They tell me it tastes better than it smells, but I never found that to be true...
This is some sort of Vietnamese seafood dish, with lots of tendrils of seafood--octopus, squid, shrimp, and some other things.
I never would have thought to put beans and fruit together on top of shaved ice before I lived in Taiwan...
Cow stomach in all of its glory.
They call this "hot pot." Isn't it cute that the little shrimp is staring at you?
This was an all-you-can-eat hot pot place. I usually just grabbed lots of squishy things and threw them all in together, so I'm not sure what any of these things are (besides the cabbage)...they were just squishy.
And despite the rather unattractive nature of this picture, I thought it would be fun to see fried squid in action.
11.17.2010
i carry your heart with me
While we're on the subject of poetry, here is a gem by e. e. cummings:
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
11.16.2010
I See the Stars
I wrote a poem for my creative writing class. (I actually wrote like 20...and still have to write more!) I kind of like it. Enjoy. (If you want to know what kind of poem it is--it is a Rondeau. One of the most famous Rondeaus? "In Flander's Fields.")
“I See the Stars”
I see the stars, the glittering skies
I hear the wind, a call to rise
My life of sin and death forsake
My soul once slept, but now awakes
A life of sin has turned from sighs
My heart is healed; I lift my eyes
To nature’s God, who did devise
My new life now, for mercy’s sake
I see the stars
A soul reborn, my old life dies
My heart to heaven upward flies
A life of love and peace to make
With God reconcile all mistakes
Conversion is my own surprise
I see the stars.
“I See the Stars”
I see the stars, the glittering skies
I hear the wind, a call to rise
My life of sin and death forsake
My soul once slept, but now awakes
A life of sin has turned from sighs
My heart is healed; I lift my eyes
To nature’s God, who did devise
My new life now, for mercy’s sake
I see the stars
A soul reborn, my old life dies
My heart to heaven upward flies
A life of love and peace to make
With God reconcile all mistakes
Conversion is my own surprise
I see the stars.
11.12.2010
Macaroni and Cheese
When I was on my mission in Taiwan, I ate a lot of weird things. And sometimes I would get these cravings for American food--nothing fancy, just things like peanut butter and jam sandwiches or macaroni and cheese.
Ironic, I know, because for many missionaries that is all they eat on their missions.
One day my companion and I did a huge favor for the elders (which included riding our bikes and supplying them with water, maps, a knee brace, and a cell phone as they ran a marathon one preparation day). One of the elders had gotten a package from his mother, and in gratitude for us saving their lives he gave us a box of macaroni and cheese.
My companion and I were ecstatic.
We saved the macaroni and cheese for a very special day (actually just the one day in three months that we were at our apartment for lunch) and then made it.
It was delicious.
I swear I have never eaten such wonderful macaroni and cheese in my life. I wish I could show you the picture I took of it, but I must have taken it with my companion's camera because I can't find it. Just know that I dreamed about that macaroni and cheese for the rest of my mission.
Yesterday I was starving and, remembering the deliciousness of the macaroni and cheese from my mission, when I got home I made some macaroni and cheese. And I came to a startling conclusion.
I no longer love macaroni and cheese.
I think this is a sign of growing up--or just a sign of the decadence that I am able to indulge in while living in America. When macaroni and cheese tastes repulsive to me, I know I have too many options.
But don't worry, I still eat tuna on toast...
Ironic, I know, because for many missionaries that is all they eat on their missions.
One day my companion and I did a huge favor for the elders (which included riding our bikes and supplying them with water, maps, a knee brace, and a cell phone as they ran a marathon one preparation day). One of the elders had gotten a package from his mother, and in gratitude for us saving their lives he gave us a box of macaroni and cheese.
My companion and I were ecstatic.
We saved the macaroni and cheese for a very special day (actually just the one day in three months that we were at our apartment for lunch) and then made it.
It was delicious.
I swear I have never eaten such wonderful macaroni and cheese in my life. I wish I could show you the picture I took of it, but I must have taken it with my companion's camera because I can't find it. Just know that I dreamed about that macaroni and cheese for the rest of my mission.
Yesterday I was starving and, remembering the deliciousness of the macaroni and cheese from my mission, when I got home I made some macaroni and cheese. And I came to a startling conclusion.
I no longer love macaroni and cheese.
I think this is a sign of growing up--or just a sign of the decadence that I am able to indulge in while living in America. When macaroni and cheese tastes repulsive to me, I know I have too many options.
But don't worry, I still eat tuna on toast...
11.07.2010
A Summer of Fun
This post is only a few months overdue. :) This summer I told myself I was not going to let the summer fun pass me by--after all, it had been two years since I had been in Provo in the summer, and I might not be back in Provo for a summer for a very, very long time.
I was taking a ridiculous number of classes and working, but that didn't stop me from exploring some beautiful hikes around Provo.
The first hike was to Battle Creek Falls: fun enough to do twice. The first time was with my roommate and her fiance.
Despite the look of pretended terror on my face, the hike was quite easy.
The best part about the hike? There is a waterfall less than a mile in. So just when you start to get tired or bored or the kids start crying, there you are at the waterfall.
Because it seemed like the perfect hike for a young married couple with a baby, I invited my sister and her husband and baby to come along the next time.
Peter was terrified of sitting in the baby carrier thing and cried for the first half of the hike, but he was quickly content when his mom broke out the food.
This is my favorite picture of the three of us. I think it really brings out my best feature--my left eye. :)
Early in May, some people from my ward decided it was time to take a road trip to Goblin Valley. I was game. I took my homework, fell in love with George Herbert's poetry (who, strangely enough, I hadn't encountered before--he took a seat next to John Donne on my list of favorite poets). My camera batteries died after about 5 minutes, so this is all you get.
Over the 24th of July weekend, I went with my sister up to Bear Lake. It was a dream.
And even though I don't have pictures, we can't forget about the Scottish Festival in Payson. I went with my roomate (the engaged one) and we explored my Scottish roots, found out that not only is my mother's Campbell side Scottish but my White ancestry also has Scottish roots. Unfortunately, my roommate didn't find any Scottish crest with "Borg," her last name. But we did eat funnel cake and listen to bagpipes. It was pretty awesome.
During finals week, my former roommates convinced me to go with them to pick raspberries at 6am. Then we bought the ones we picked and ate them. It was a pretty fun experience--nothing like an early morning hike through a raspberry farm in high heels before going to take a final. :)
Finally, early Labor Day morning my roommates and I hiked the Y. The best part, in my opinion, was this picture. I was pretty proud of myself.
Jealous of my summer of thrills?
I was taking a ridiculous number of classes and working, but that didn't stop me from exploring some beautiful hikes around Provo.
The first hike was to Battle Creek Falls: fun enough to do twice. The first time was with my roommate and her fiance.
Despite the look of pretended terror on my face, the hike was quite easy.
The best part about the hike? There is a waterfall less than a mile in. So just when you start to get tired or bored or the kids start crying, there you are at the waterfall.
Because it seemed like the perfect hike for a young married couple with a baby, I invited my sister and her husband and baby to come along the next time.
Peter was terrified of sitting in the baby carrier thing and cried for the first half of the hike, but he was quickly content when his mom broke out the food.
This is my favorite picture of the three of us. I think it really brings out my best feature--my left eye. :)
Early in May, some people from my ward decided it was time to take a road trip to Goblin Valley. I was game. I took my homework, fell in love with George Herbert's poetry (who, strangely enough, I hadn't encountered before--he took a seat next to John Donne on my list of favorite poets). My camera batteries died after about 5 minutes, so this is all you get.
Over the 24th of July weekend, I went with my sister up to Bear Lake. It was a dream.
And even though I don't have pictures, we can't forget about the Scottish Festival in Payson. I went with my roomate (the engaged one) and we explored my Scottish roots, found out that not only is my mother's Campbell side Scottish but my White ancestry also has Scottish roots. Unfortunately, my roommate didn't find any Scottish crest with "Borg," her last name. But we did eat funnel cake and listen to bagpipes. It was pretty awesome.
During finals week, my former roommates convinced me to go with them to pick raspberries at 6am. Then we bought the ones we picked and ate them. It was a pretty fun experience--nothing like an early morning hike through a raspberry farm in high heels before going to take a final. :)
Finally, early Labor Day morning my roommates and I hiked the Y. The best part, in my opinion, was this picture. I was pretty proud of myself.
Jealous of my summer of thrills?
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