I think that 1-2 years out is a little early to start taking bets, but...
We at Recherche are welcoming a brand new little series called, "My Life In Cliche."
It's hotter than bazes in my room, and I'm as sick as a dog.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
admitting it is the first step...
My name is Emily and I have a problem.
[hi, emily]
I am no longer allowed to go to Powell's. I am completely incapable of self control when it comes to that sacred place, and have, with the help of friends and family, entered a twelve step program for compulsive book buyers.
Betsy: Do you want to go out tonight?
Me: Yeah, where?
Betsy: I was thinking of getting some coffee and then Powell's to look for a South Korea travel book.
Me: [cautiously] okay. I guess that works. I do need to get Rosie's grad present.
Sounds perfectly innocent. Not to dangerous, right? I can do this. Besides, I just spent a bunch of money last time I went to Powell's, so I'll have no problems this week.
Wrong.
At closing time, Betsy emerged untainted and lacking in a guidebook, while I slinked out with my arms full of Rose's book, Gatsby, Asher Lev, and Hemingway. [i have measured out my life in literature]
I have also reached that dangerous place of completing a book. Where do I go next? My entire being is being pulled in so many different directions on this sunny and [seemingly] carefree Saturday: Melville short stories? Uncollected Wodehouse? Philip Roth novel? Historical Mysteries? TonyEarley? LarryWoiwode? JamesJoyce?Hemingway?PlathPiperpotokfitzgerald...
my head a splode.
[hi, emily]
I am no longer allowed to go to Powell's. I am completely incapable of self control when it comes to that sacred place, and have, with the help of friends and family, entered a twelve step program for compulsive book buyers.
Betsy: Do you want to go out tonight?
Me: Yeah, where?
Betsy: I was thinking of getting some coffee and then Powell's to look for a South Korea travel book.
Me: [cautiously] okay. I guess that works. I do need to get Rosie's grad present.
Sounds perfectly innocent. Not to dangerous, right? I can do this. Besides, I just spent a bunch of money last time I went to Powell's, so I'll have no problems this week.
Wrong.
At closing time, Betsy emerged untainted and lacking in a guidebook, while I slinked out with my arms full of Rose's book, Gatsby, Asher Lev, and Hemingway. [i have measured out my life in literature]
I have also reached that dangerous place of completing a book. Where do I go next? My entire being is being pulled in so many different directions on this sunny and [seemingly] carefree Saturday: Melville short stories? Uncollected Wodehouse? Philip Roth novel? Historical Mysteries? TonyEarley? LarryWoiwode? JamesJoyce?Hemingway?PlathPiperpotokfitzgerald...
my head a splode.
Saturday, June 17, 2006
artistry...
How much effect does an artist's personal life or insanity have on your ability to enjoy their art?
I'll be the first to admit that I love the new Dixie Chicks album [my official review is in process]. And yet, with all the hype, they're still saying things like this:
"The entire country may disagree with me, but I don't understand the necessity for patriotism," Maines resumes, through gritted teeth. "Why do you have to be a patriot? About what? This land is our land? Why? You can like where you live and like your life, but as for loving the whole country… I don't see why people care about patriotism." [source]
First of all, it kind of seems like they keep saying ridiculous things to get publicity. It might or might not be conscious, but I think it's actually limiting them. Like many other entertainers and artists, they are building a career out of being outrageous rather than being known as great musicians. Saying things like this will definitely attract certain groups, but I wish that they would just let their talent speak for itself.
Is it right that the Dixie Chicks have taken so much flack for being un-patriotic when we watch movies featuring actors who's lives center around their rejection of Christ?
It's disturbing to me that Christians will freak out over the Dixie Chicks, and then live their own lives like Christ is still in the grave. And yet, I'm not quite sure how to handle them. Was I mistaken to hand them my money in exchange for their cd?
Can you truly detach good art from a bad artist?
One of the beauties of a real faith in Jesus is the amazing freedom we have for good. We were not given freedom to become slaves to this world, but to joyfully become bondservants of a living, creative, Love. However, we live in a fallen world. Even the greatest art falls short because it is created by sinful hands.
Why aren't more Christians creating beauty and art? We have the greatest personal inspiration, so why are we settling for mediocre-at-best movies and music? Is my generation going to continue to hide in their homes? Who will stand up? Do I have the strength and maturity to trust Jesus and stand outside? Do you?
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy - meditate on these things [phil 4:8]
I'll be the first to admit that I love the new Dixie Chicks album [my official review is in process]. And yet, with all the hype, they're still saying things like this:
"The entire country may disagree with me, but I don't understand the necessity for patriotism," Maines resumes, through gritted teeth. "Why do you have to be a patriot? About what? This land is our land? Why? You can like where you live and like your life, but as for loving the whole country… I don't see why people care about patriotism." [source]
First of all, it kind of seems like they keep saying ridiculous things to get publicity. It might or might not be conscious, but I think it's actually limiting them. Like many other entertainers and artists, they are building a career out of being outrageous rather than being known as great musicians. Saying things like this will definitely attract certain groups, but I wish that they would just let their talent speak for itself.
Is it right that the Dixie Chicks have taken so much flack for being un-patriotic when we watch movies featuring actors who's lives center around their rejection of Christ?
It's disturbing to me that Christians will freak out over the Dixie Chicks, and then live their own lives like Christ is still in the grave. And yet, I'm not quite sure how to handle them. Was I mistaken to hand them my money in exchange for their cd?
Can you truly detach good art from a bad artist?
One of the beauties of a real faith in Jesus is the amazing freedom we have for good. We were not given freedom to become slaves to this world, but to joyfully become bondservants of a living, creative, Love. However, we live in a fallen world. Even the greatest art falls short because it is created by sinful hands.
Why aren't more Christians creating beauty and art? We have the greatest personal inspiration, so why are we settling for mediocre-at-best movies and music? Is my generation going to continue to hide in their homes? Who will stand up? Do I have the strength and maturity to trust Jesus and stand outside? Do you?
Finally, brethren, whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy - meditate on these things [phil 4:8]
Monday, June 12, 2006
haiku u...
Classic Literature in 17 syllables, by David M. Bader.
See if you can guess the book!
Aegean forecast-
storms, chance of one-eyed giants,
delays expected.
Vengeance! Black blood! Aye!
Dubloons to him that harpoons
the Greenpeace dinghy.
Single white lass seeks
landed gent for marriage, whist.
No parsons, thank you.
Alone for twelve years,
then a footprint in the sand.
Thank God! A servant!
Act I: "It's hopeless.
My boots don't fit. Where is God?"
Act II: The same thing.
"His mother wed his
dead murdered father's brother!"
Next Jerry Springer.
The Constitution-
behold our work and marvel.
No Bill of Rights? Whoops.
A scholar trades a
few fun years for endless Hell.
Math was not his field.
"Who dat fine knight be?"
asked the saucy Moorish wench.
"Dat be Ivan, ho."
Morning: Pond-gazing.
Afternoon: Berry-picking
What a hectic day.
Earnestly posing
as Ernest, Jack learns he's named
Ernest in earnest.
Galapagos finch-
the same beak as Aunt Enid's!
A theory is born.
[and, my personal favorite:]
Snow-drops hang like tears.
Shy, sweet, saintly Beth has died.
One down, three to go.
[answers]
the odyssey
moby-dick
pride and prejudice
robinson crusoe
waiting for godot
hamlet
the federalist papers
doctor faustus
ivanhoe
walden
the importance of being earnest
the origin of the species
little women
See if you can guess the book!
Aegean forecast-
storms, chance of one-eyed giants,
delays expected.
Vengeance! Black blood! Aye!
Dubloons to him that harpoons
the Greenpeace dinghy.
Single white lass seeks
landed gent for marriage, whist.
No parsons, thank you.
Alone for twelve years,
then a footprint in the sand.
Thank God! A servant!
Act I: "It's hopeless.
My boots don't fit. Where is God?"
Act II: The same thing.
"His mother wed his
dead murdered father's brother!"
Next Jerry Springer.
The Constitution-
behold our work and marvel.
No Bill of Rights? Whoops.
A scholar trades a
few fun years for endless Hell.
Math was not his field.
"Who dat fine knight be?"
asked the saucy Moorish wench.
"Dat be Ivan, ho."
Morning: Pond-gazing.
Afternoon: Berry-picking
What a hectic day.
Earnestly posing
as Ernest, Jack learns he's named
Ernest in earnest.
Galapagos finch-
the same beak as Aunt Enid's!
A theory is born.
[and, my personal favorite:]
Snow-drops hang like tears.
Shy, sweet, saintly Beth has died.
One down, three to go.
[answers]
the odyssey
moby-dick
pride and prejudice
robinson crusoe
waiting for godot
hamlet
the federalist papers
doctor faustus
ivanhoe
walden
the importance of being earnest
the origin of the species
little women
Sunday, June 11, 2006
beautiful...
This is my original baby, Thelema Grace, and her new sister Naomi. Thelema proved herself as unstoppable [at age four] as ever when today in church, she pointed at my sister AmyGrace and exclaimed with her ever mischievous grin, "Hey! You two are the same color!" 
Saturday, June 10, 2006
forgotten...
Wow, there are so many little things I had forgotten about Portland:
-How much I love the bridges over the Willamette
-The sound of the airplanes flying over my house
-How funny my cat is
-How entertaining my family is
-The joys of having a Starbucks two blocks away from home
-The very very small size of my closet
-Juice and laughter with Milicent
-Ethnic people
-Rad clothing
-The student discount at my chiropractor
-Wireless internet that reaches my back deck
-Being able to say "Do you want me to recycle this for you?" rather than "Should I throw this away?"
-Exploring my own neighborhood
Allison, we need to hang out so I'll have some photographs of this summer.
-How much I love the bridges over the Willamette
-The sound of the airplanes flying over my house
-How funny my cat is
-How entertaining my family is
-The joys of having a Starbucks two blocks away from home
-The very very small size of my closet
-Juice and laughter with Milicent
-Ethnic people
-Rad clothing
-The student discount at my chiropractor
-Wireless internet that reaches my back deck
-Being able to say "Do you want me to recycle this for you?" rather than "Should I throw this away?"
-Exploring my own neighborhood
Allison, we need to hang out so I'll have some photographs of this summer.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
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