Downgrade

Choosing not to attend Anathallo's show at the Grog Shop in Cleveland this past Saturday night was a poor, poor decision. I cannot say more.

Hug

Tonight I drove home in the rain and when Gillian Welch sang, "For what good is my journey if I miss eternity?" and I felt how that was true.

I can climb stairs again, despite power skating. I asked my instructor to have mercy on me last week, and instead, he began the class with lunges on the boards. Needless to say, I ended up on the ice a few times. However, I refuse to succumb to the slalom drill. Must. Stretch.

Good Friday at Lockheed Martin

This is what I found most moving about Shane's most recent article on God's Politics, url below.

"Being the 5 year anniversary of the bombing of Baghdad, I was asked to reflect on my Easter in Baghdad in 2003. So I did. With mom looking on, I shared how she had supported my trip. I recalled how she had learned to ache with Abraham, Mary, and the parents of children in Iraq, all of whom have had to watch their own kids face grave danger. At one point, mom said to me, "The children in Iraq are just as precious to God as you are. How can I tell you not to get too close to their suffering?" And every night she prayed–weeping, hurting, groaning with God for an end to that suffering. As I spoke, I looked out and saw her eyes filled with tears. (NOTE: It was my mom's first "protest," so even though she had tears in her eyes, she also had a mischievous smirk as she stood next to a clever banner that read: "Lockheed Martin…. Making a Killing!")"
Shane Claiborne, http://blog.beliefnet.com/godspolitics/2008/03/good-friday-at-lockheed-martin.html

It's terribly true that if you push onward through the groggy feeling of 1am, you will consequently be more awake then you even were at noon earlier that day.

out of ashes

Last night we marched to the statehouse for peace in inclement weather.

An elderly gentleman in front of us started singing quietly, "Where have all the flowers gone?" It was so precious, Heather and I didn't know what to do with ourselves. Heather offered the elderly woman next to him her umbrella, and the woman said smiling, "I'm not the witch of the west, I won't melt!"

Tonight Father reminds me there is hope. There's still a lot more dancing to be done.

Resurrection day is coming!

Here's to wishing we were all in Queens to eat Wendi's delicious cooking on that good day...

Additionally, shout out to Andrew, who repaired my coffee maker last week.

(Also... headed to Lexington next month for Schools for Conversion 101.)

"i urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'if this isn't nice, i don't know what is.'"

Vonnegut

Just like church...

A news reporter regarding the new Cincinnati IKEA:

"People were being bused from an overflow parking lot..."

Ryan: "Just like church!"

Laughter/thoughts ensue.

the "blizzard" of '08

My part of good old Ohio got 20-30 inches of snow in a period of two days. It's beautiful how everything shuts down when blizzards come to town. I ended up watching several films, which is rather unusual for me. I was, for the most part, stranded. Friday night Jonathan and Robby came over and we watched Darjeeling Limited. I've been trying to see that silly movie since it came out, and... finally! "We haven't located us yet." Thank you Wes Anderson.

Saturday I spent a lot of time knitting and some time sleeping. Mary, Steve, and Mitch came over and we hiked around in the snow. It came up so high on my leg, it was like a dream. You know, a dream where cotton descends into the capital city...

We walked to the Dube from my place and afterwards we went to Mitch's to watch Once, another movie I've been trying to see for a good deal of time. I'm still on the reserve list at the library and I'm #205 or something. Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova are both incredibly beautiful. After watching, I wanted to be both Czech and Irish, as well is musically talented. Sadly, I am none of these things. Next time a blizzard settles in I will recruit a guitar-playing friend to help a sister out.

My street will probably never be plowed. If it does, my car will be even more doomed. It's probably getting what it deserves, in a way. My mother and pops and brother came to rescue me...I had to walk out to a central vein of the city so they could access me. Now I'm in the ville until they take me back tonight. It is finals week, so I am about to make flash cards (fer real) with Crayola markers. I have been wearing mostly the same thing for about a week...

My Mother Teresa book was due back to the library on Friday when the blizzard struck. Here's to overdue fines!

//Addition, about 9:45pm//
I need to study, but I'm doing very poorly with that. Don't hold it against me. Also, this is still my favorite dance video. I just watched it (because I am perpetually distracted in times of study) for the first time in maybe a year.

not much

Feels good to have my dreads finally cut/conditioned away. I have thin, smooth, and straight hair, and trying to coax it into dreadlocks was the most painful waste of time. There were only four. RIP.

My coffee maker is broken, and I can't figure out why, because it turns on and lights up but just does not brew. So now I buy coffee everyday, and I hate that. Now accepting donations of repair work or a new coffee maker!

I may or may not be stalking the Catholic Workers. I'm okay with it. I'll eventually track them down at a Friday potluck and stun them with something from the Mennonite cookbook. If all else fails, feed 'em! (?...)