g'day mate!

There was an awesome thunderstorm last night. It woke me up, probably because my windows were open, and probably because rain was coming into my apartment and getting me wet... it took me a while to become cognizant and make the effort to close the windows because I thought the rain was somehow just in my dream... Fun times!

(I'm really going to miss having big, large windows that I can fling open at night to let the breeze join me in my slumber, with the sounds of crickets at dusk and birds at daylight... even if there is the occasional racket of the garbage truck ;)

This morning, there was an awesome skyline... there was very low, dark, cloud cover obscuring all sunlight... it made for a brisk and cold morning... No sunlight that is except for this one gaping hole that revealed, far away, further in and higher up, a light blue peaceful sky with brilliant white strips of clouds lit up by the golden sunshine...

All architecture and sculpture and photography pale in contrast to such creativity and splendor.

anywhere in the world

if you could be anywhere in the world today, where would you be?? what would you be doing??

I'd like to be in Nicaragua, visiting my friend Becca. If not that, then maybe sitting in a Lee's Hoagie House, eating a big ham/genoa/provolone hoagie.

desiccated.

a great word to describe how I'm feeling.

T.G.I.M.?

Thank Goodness It's Monday.

Right?? I was exhorted to have this outlook yesterday, to not wait and wait and wait for Friday, but to be able to say, thank goodness it's Monday. I think I am falling terribly short in having this outlook.

Maybe it's because I feel like I hit a brick wall this past weekend. A brick wall that I keep ramming against over and over and over...

thoughts of an ice connoisseur

I’m going to let you in on a secret... okay, that’s laughable since I’m posting this on a blog… nevertheless…. I am an ice connoisseur. Specifically, ice cubes or forms of ice that is small enough for your drink. Most, mind you, are not your traditional cube shape. I have been chastised for chewing ice by individuals who warn me that I could crack my teeth on I (which hasn’t happened yet), and then, of course, the ever present danger of choking on ice, but since that already happened when I was in the seventh grade and my mom successfully did the Heimlich maneuver on me, saving my then unsaved life, I figure that’s old hat too. Well not old hat. It just doesn’t worry me that much. It worries me enough to be mindful of ice cube size and mindful enough not to go spitting ice into the yard, or in the case of my yardless apartment living existence, onto someone’s windshield in the parking lot… If I’ve lost you already, I wouldn’t be surprised. I’ll spare you the dramatic details in their entirety of how my mom saved the day after the neighbors ran away and my book-engrossed sister failed to notice that my life was in danger... But I really enjoy crunching on ice. I’ve always loved water, and it’s probably one of my favorite beverages; however, I definitely prefer ice water. In fact, I prefer ice in most my drinks. (How I survived in Europe a whole summer is beyond me.) In part because ice makes the drink very cold and room temperature water or sweet tea just doesn’t do the trick for me. (This is the only area in which I am sensitive to caloric; with food, I often won’t bother to reheat leftovers. I actually enjoy cold mac n cheese and pizza.) The other part is just because I like to crunch on the ice. I am well aware that crunching on ice would be considered impolite and ill-mannered. Though I enjoy it, I will forego the consumption of ice if I’m in unfamiliar company. But generally most of my ice crunching goes on behind the walls of my apartment while I’m sitting at home, reading, writing or listening to music or something by myself. The point being, I enjoy ice. Think about it this way: some people like to chew gum. In fact, chewing gum gives people something to do. Not an action like exercise or productivity, but it’s something to keep you engaged. (This is perhaps akin to prior thoughts on licking Tootsie Roll Pops.) Or consider smokers, who upon quitting, turn to chewing gum. Something about the action, keeping you slightly distracted from your craving, filling the void… lets call it the void of stillness. I hasten to give it a positive term – that is, the stillness, rather than referring to it as inactivity, which gives a negative sense – and thereby make it clear that often the chewing of gum or crunching of ice is merely a way of fidgeting, of being unable to be still and quiet, which for me seems to be greatly detrimental. All the same, void is a negative word, thereby demonstrating that our perception of stillness is that of a lack that needs to be done away with. I will postulate that until we can see the stillness as full and replete, we will fail to learn the beauty of silence and solitude and hearing the still small voice of wisdom in our soul’s ear. In the meantime, we all turn to something. This is also why, in my opinion, so many people are obese in our society. The craving for food or junk food in particular, or even something seemingly innocuous like soda consumption, we instinctively turn to, and then naturally we rack up the calories and sugars and next thing you know you’ve gained 20 pounds and have to start taking meds for high blood pressure and are just Twinkies away from diabetes. (Twinkies, btw, are not a thing of nature. They also will not burn; they singe and melt like plastic. There is a reason for this…) We fill our day with subtle distractions that are mindless or thoughtless in form and I believe there is a serious reason for this. And as I started this discourse about ice, you see that I fully am aware of my own fault in seeking to fill the void of stillness with something as mindless as chewing on ice.... however I will return briefly to the subject of ice consumption, to put forth my precise connoisseurship relating to ice (that is, my connoisseuric ideas). That I thoroughly enjoy ice has been established. I have noticed that the type of ice you will be served at a restaurant or that will pop out of your freezer molds can vary greatly in size, shape, and density. This ranges from cubes, sticks, elongated half ovals or semi-spheres, pellets, rectangular cubes or a hodge podge of crushings. Some can’t really fit in your mouth in their original size; others are the size of pills and could be easily swallowed without causing an obstruction. The density of some ice is so great that you will be hard at work to get a crack in it. This is when I would advise not to try to get the crack, but let it melt a while in your drink. I am not going to encourage crunching on ice when there is a substantially increased possibility of cracking a tooth. My personal favorite is the pellet ice. Pellet ice can be found at one of my favorite restaurants, Costa’s Famous BBQ in Birmingham, AL. I usually take note where this type of ice can be found, as it is by far my favorite. (Don’t expect to find it consistently in food chains; I’ve been to some Chick-Fil-A’s that have the pellet ice only to be disappointed on visiting another one somewhere else that did not.) First of all, there is absolutely no danger to choking. The ice is small enough to swallow easily. Second, the ice is usually bumpy which makes crunching easier on your jaws. It somehow breaks apart easier, probably also due to its size and smaller surface area. Thirdly, it will easily melt in your mouth, which also accelerates the consumption, and decreases the amount of noise the crunching produces. This is usually a pitfall of crunching on ice, in that anyone you may be sitting near or talking with will most certainly hear you crunching on the ice, and thereby either get annoyed or think you rude… which as a general rule, I try to avoid creating such negative feelings or leaving such negative impressions about myself on other people. Thus, the pellet ice gets an A+ in my book. However, I have discovered another type of ice that gets very, very close in the rankings. As I now produce my own ice using old-fashioned ice trays (no ice maker in my apartment’s freezer), I have to keep on filling up my 1 or 2 ice trays, which I also, incase you didn’t surmise, empty fairly quickly, say about 3 times each night. What happens, however, is that usually I go back to my freezer to get more ice for my drink or my empty glass and the ice has not had enough time to freeze all the way through. This results in a variety of ice densities. First, you have the ice that only has a thin frosty crust that with a slight poke of your finger reveals the watery expanse below it. No where near being ready. The next stage is that the outer sides of the cube have frozen, but what inevitably happens is that there are some gaps and holes and the freezing process is not quite far enough along to give the ice a firm enough cube shape. Thus, the top comes off leaving a semi-frozen bottom and semi-frozen sides stuck to the tray. This also is pretty useless. The penultimate stage, before the ice has become a frozen mass of a cube through and through, I claim as my favorite type of ice, perhaps only runner-up to the pellet ice. This is when the freezing process is slightly further along than the second stage; thus, the top, sides, and bottom of the cube are solid and connected to one another and the cube can be picked up out of the tray in one piece. Sometimes, there will still be small fissures. This is doubly interesting because this third stage results in a small amount of water being encapsulated by the frozen sides, albeit the interior of the cube itself has not reached this same solidity. This also usually signifies that you can easily crunch into the sides of the cube and release the water from its inner captivity, if it has not already leaked out through the side fissures. This density is great. I still have the gratification of crunching on the ice, but also it’s combined with a wateriness that sort of blurs the line between ice and water. It’s like water slush. And I was always a fan of slushies. Growing up, we had slushie makers. Well, it was more like a mug that you put your juice or sweet tea in and come back twenty minutes later to a juice slushie or tea slushie. I’d usually eat this with a spoon, and I was addicted to this sort of thing growing up. So it’s no wonder I’ve found a great way to recapture that slushie feel with a homemade ice version. Before I lead any readers unsuspectingly down the dead end road of my ridiculous idiosyncrasies, I’ll try to put all of this in perspective. I am a person who is intrigued by a simple element like H2O, in its degrees of solid and liquid and in between. This represents a small but real joy for me, akin to things like the smell of a grilled steak or knowing the names of constellations or seeing a sparkle in someone’s eye. I feel more in tune to the workings of the world, and connected to a rhythm in creation I cannot and dare not confine in mere words. The fact that I judge the quality of ice cubes or undergo varied reactions to another’s body language or laughter indicates that I not only have rationality but personality. I don’t expect everyone to understand my idiosyncrasies about ice cubes, but I bet someone out there does understand. Likewise, that someone who does understand probably won’t understand why I enjoy sleeping on a floor when I could sleep on a bed, because I have no twin, and no one has a twin: that is, no one has a soul twin. Moreover, the most obvious realization I have whenever I see any other human being (so obvious it’s subconscious) is that something in us is screaming UNIQUE. To take this one step further, the fact that I recognize that I can enjoy the crunching of ice and yet think that this wonderful thing may in fact be a distraction from something greater and more wonderful and beautiful, does not demand that I give up crunching of ice totally. Rather, it calls me to reflect and cogitate, whereby I am moving to a new level of cognizance and contemplation, a new stretching of my brain and even my soul, by thinking outside of myself to grasp at a truth or an idea that wants to fill the void with the abundant experience in stillness, and in turn, may lead me to meaningful, directional action that could never be categorized as action alongside of chewing gum or crunching ice, so different in nature is the action that may result. And not simply stillness for the sake of stillness, not meditation by emptying my mind of every jot and tittle, but rather by filling it with something true, beautiful, and good to be still in, which must be otherworldly in nature, beyond the walls of buildings and confines of space, beyond philosophy, gleaning the substance for which philosophy grapples in its very nature.

Be still my soul, I say, and I hear, “and know that I am God”….

spider at dusk

spider at dusk, originally uploaded by krisde.

mr. guardian spider... was a nightly visitor... and then he disappeared one day and I haven't seen him since.

made for a couple good shots, but I definitely kept my distance. He did his thing, and I did mine...

487.

Should I be disturbed??

I went to this "administrative professional" meeting today. they had someone from the fitness center talk about stress, different stretches to do everyday... there was a packet of handouts we got with an evaluation of "How stressed are you?" based on your LCU or life-change units.

So I got a score of 487.

They say research shows that people who score 150-199 LCU in one year showed a 37% chance of those stressors leading to illness or disease the following year; those scoring 200-299 a 51% chance; and those scoring over 300 a 79% chance.

Should I be worried??

(Can I help it I had 6+ vacations this year, changes in work, residence, financial situation, line of work, social activities, sleeping habits, etc etc etc??)

you, too, could be a part of the comment revolution...

so i had to bust out my fleece jacket this morning. it's a rite of passage i've decided. a true sign that summer is leaving and fall is beginning. next it will be the leaves. and depending on where you live, they either change colors to brilliant yellows and reds and oranges, or, as is usually the case where i live, they just get blown off the trees before they can look so fantastic. sigh. i'd love to live in new england for the fall. pennsylvania and jersey for 11+ years didn't really count. close, but not quite. temperature was 63 degrees this morning, the sun was obscured by the low cloud cover, and it generally looked like it should have been 8pm instead of 7:30am. sigh, again.

i don't mind fall. i actually really like fall. it's the oncoming winter that fall signals that i'm not crazy about. at least, i'm not crazy about the coldness. snow in general is a lot of fun.

i love the farmer's market.

a visit by Johanna and Sir Robert this past weekend made it really wonderful. We found ourselves doing a lot of driving around town, eating lots of good food, visiting bookstores and strolling along vine street at the farmer's market. the pumpkins and apple cider have appeared on the scene with the reliable colorful array of fruits and vegetables and strange characters with strange accents. but I consider it a great accomplishment to have gotten Johanna hooked on the place. spreading the farmer's market love...

highlight yesterday was driving after church in the evening, with windows rolled down, sunroof slid back, and the volume cranked up while "We Are One Tonight" sounded out from my speakers. Last night I spotted the moon, huge, hovering near the tree tops, full of its white cheesy splendor. I think the moon was trying to say something to me, but it got garbled in the wind as I hugged the curves of the pavement and I am left wondering what sublime notions the moon would have filled me with. Dreamy, lovely moon in a star speckled sky sighing with the descent of daylight... I could write a poem about you.

not sure the energy is here today for it... i wish i were sleeping, at home...

if you could write an ode to something, today, right now, what would be the object of your poetic affectation?

just 1 more reason...

...why switchfoot rocks my world.

lowercasepeople.
Check it out.

I would love working on this project.

5pm has yet to come.

well, the day should be done. at least, the workday should be done. I am looking forward to 5 o'clock today for more than just the usual "I want to go home" reason. Right now as I type, Johanna and Sir Robert are driving to see me. Well, not just me, but I am a perk of a business trip that conveniently landed them in my city. So I am excited.

Tomorrow... things to look forward to... payday! I've been waiting these very long past two weeks for payday. With soaring gas prices and such, my travels to FL and AL two weekends ago... ouch! I've been hurting. Good thing my rent drops when I move into my new living arrangement at the end of this month... speaking of money, let's give a little assessment of how I've been doing on my two week goals. I have successfully completed #1, and #3-6. I have finished the reading I wanted to accomplish; I still have about $5-10 leftover in money for food; I researched, not just 1, but 9 grad schools; and I purchased my concert ticket to see Switchfoot. As for gas (#2), well, I had to break down on Wednesday (yesterday) and fill up, so I was close. Only about 3 days off. And as far as naps go (#7)... I took one... and then never again. Unless you count those brief 30 minute stints between the alarm waking me up and then my body drifting back off until I shake myself awake realizing I've overslept... that happened quite a few times this week. No, I don't think that really counts... .. .

YAWN.
Time to check the mail...

signing off on a boring blogging day.

giving strangers birthday cards

I think birthday cards are a huge waste.

and I hate picking out birthday cards for strangers.this was the stress at my job yesterday.some of you are thinking, "that was your biggest point of stress?? I wish I had it so good!"and I am saying, "YES, precisely, THAT was my biggest point of stress..."

job is boring, can you tell? but I really do dislike picking out birthday cards. so I opt for nice ones rather than offend someone inadvertently with my choice of a "humorous" cutting-up kind-of card. One of my co-workers says I'm "too nice" in my card choice. I told her she can come along with me next time... and then I'll make her pick them out. Because believe you me, I don't like doing it.

and then I have everyone in the department, about 12-15 people, sign the card. I'm the last to sign and don't want to say the SAME EXACT thing as someone else. Only problem: EVERYONE says the same exact thing. It's either "Happy Birthday [insert name here]!" sometimes with the name before, sometimes with more than one exclamation point, or it reads "Have a great [birthday/day/year]." What else can you say, right?? So I TRY to think of something a little more creative. Fail miserably. I say something with a high corny factor like "Hope your day is full of [joy/laughter/adventure]" - which works, but hey, does the person whose birthday it is REALLY take our trite comments to heart? I guess one receives the general good-feeling from others' good-intentions. But I say, tell them in person, or write a real letter, and while you're at it, save yourself $3.50 from buying a birthday card that will be trashed in less than 10 minutes. These things are not worth $3.50. And if you keep your birthday cards?? That means either a) someone really did write you a long, meaningful birthday note, in which case, congratulations, I'm shocked, or b) you are a pack rat and need to throw those things stacking up in boxes AWAY.

with all that said, for some reason I still like it when my Grandmother sends me birthday cards.

I'm bubbling over with contradictions today.

the late late show

yea.... stayed up to watch the late show with conan... just to see switchfoot perform, which was about 1:35am. needless to say, I didn't roll out of bed until 7:35am. What time do I leave my apartment for work? Yep, 7:35am. Amazingly, I got here at 8:14am and still beat 4 out of 5 co-workers. At least they don't care too much about punctuality... not as much as I do.

incase you haven't gotten their new cd, RUN, don't walk, to get it! and read the lyrics intently. I worry with their new cds if their sound will change, be less powerful, less creative, sell out, shift to pop or something... but I think I don't need to fear that. their stuff just keeps getting better and better.

I watched the documentary about making this album, while on the road. man, I watch this stuff and think... it would be great to be in a rock band. or marry a rock band guy. (I mean, I'd marry Tim Foreman. He wears a plaid blazer!!) It's clear they love what they do... and I can't wait to see them again in October.

ok, enough enough, I'll stop the rambling. Besides, you'll get more installments about switchfoot as the concert approaches...

so. wednesday. sigh.

more iraq

"As the Deuce Four heads home this week, they leave behind a Mosul that, while not yet in the clear, is much closer to security and prosperity than anyone would have considered possible eight months ago. In between the daily secret reports Kurilla has brought to his hospital room so he can track his battalion, the Commander watches television news, increasingly frustrated by what he sees as a clear, and inaccurate, negative bias. 'When you get the news back here in the states, it’s all doom and body counts. I only wish the American public could see the incredible progress that is being made every day in Iraq, particularly in places like Mosul.'"
-from Michael Yon's web blog

But no one listens to soldiers nowadays, right?
Though, clearly, a soldier's mentality is different from some. The clearest example being, a soldier can't truly be a pacifist or they wouldn't have chosen the vocation they did. I think pacificism is a great philosophy, a noble one. I just don't think it's possible here and now. At least, not entirely. Definitely possible in some situations, on a small scale. And of course, the ripple effects of living that out can increase in magnitude. But Iraq? Right now? It would be massacre for us if we took a pacifist position. Which, I am mindful of, some may not see as a problem.

well, ok...

not sure about the fruity stuff, but otherwise, ok???
(of course, it's not like I can actually go try the coffees they are recommending... sniff, sniff.)

Take the City Dock Coffee Personality quiz here.

Your Coffee Personality!

You enjoy fresh, vibrant, clean flavors! You probably squeeze lemon onto your broccoli and limes into your Mexican beer. In coffee you lean to snappy acidity and brilliant fruit flavors. Try the incomparable Kenya AA with its winy fruit notes or Costa Rican Tarrazu "La Minita" Estate for its fine sweetness, suggestive of maple with a hint of citrus.

AND

Unusual and unabashed describes your taste in flavors (and probably your clothes, too!). If other people think it's too strong or too stinky then you're sure to love it. That's why you'll dig the blueberry in Ethiopian Harrar, the sweet, earthy character of Sumatran, the scotch and tobacco notes of Yemen Sanani, and the defiant darkness of Italian Roast.

pocket of joy in a black hole of malaise.

Switchfoot releases their new CD tomorrow. Can't wait. And then their tour tickets go on sale... and I'm going to Cleveland with Rachel to see them... it has been way too long since I saw them last... I think they came to Ichthus in 1999... (I missed them when they showed up in 2001...)

If I knew this morning how poorly I was going to feel when I got to work, I might have called in sick. Fitful night o sleep last night, in part thanks to my dog, general malaise, overall feeling of "BLEH."

Chad asked me if I could be anywhere in the world right now, where would I be? I said I would be having an Americano at City Dock in downtown Annapolis, reading and discussing and people watching and sailboat gazing, and maybe someone like Freya or Lisa would be there with me...

Incidentally, Chad said he was standing outside the University here in Lexington sipping coffee with a friend and remarked he wished he was sipping coffee in City Dock in Annapolis right then.

What can I say, great minds think alike.

Plus, my brother-in-law is just plain awesome. Put it this way: he owns a bright blue pair of Saucony Jazz Nylon Suede shoes. They don't even make them in that color anymore. And they're my favorite shoe.

stretching for sunlight

stretching for sunlight, originally uploaded by krisde.

photo shoot at Ms. Hughes' garden.

basking in its glow

basking in its glow, originally uploaded by fotobutterfly.

me, in Pensacola, enjoying a beer from the great state of Texas. Shiner Bock.

i read today...

"You are not here merely to make a living... You are here to enrich the world, and you impoverish yourself if you forget the errand."
-Woodrow Wilson

"Every day when you wake up and take a breath, that's where your responsibility begins."
-Jon Foreman

friday at last.

so i was remarking to a friend that i think labeling people can create real problems. specifically in the realm of politics. i have a true distaste for when political or other such labels encourage one to act in a specific way because of the label, irregardless of who was labeled or who did the labeling or whether the label is an accurate label or not. Let me give an example or I will confuse everyone. Let's say I label someone "Republican." I say, "Joe Schmoe is a Republican." Chances are, most other people who call themselves "Republicans" will automatically assume they will agree with Joe Schmoe. And chances are those who call themselves "Democrat" will not. These are premature assumptions, since no one has met Joe Schmoe or talked to Joe Schmoe about his stance on things. Even worse is when someone rejects or accepts blindly anything out of so-and-so's mouth. Just because of a label.
For a practical example, just because I voted for George W. Bush twice doesn't mean I agree with everything he says, everything he does, or how he runs his administration. On the flip side, anyone who dislikes the President shouldn't automatically reject and oppose his every move. Granted, a critical eye is needed. We don't abandon reason. Neither, however, should we just get on a bandwagon simply because it feels virtuous to join a subversive opposition, nor should we keep silent because it's just plain easier to go along with the masses rather than challenge the masses and/or the instituted authorities. I've seen and read way too many examples of people who just like picking fights when there is really not a whole lot to pick a fight about, and likewise other instances where a majority stays silent when voices crying out in the wilderness are needed.

so today is Friday. at last. a long, slow, boring week. I am really craving just vegging out and being a bum. Maybe do some reading. Maybe sleep a whole heck of a lot. Maybe watching a couple movies. All this travel and running around and having things on my "to do" list is wearing me out. What a nice feeling to have not a single thing to do! To just relax, enjoy the present. Oh, how nice it would be to live without planners and watches and phones... this sort of feeling makes me want to take a fast from communication and technology. Fast from T.V., from cellphones, from going out in traffic, from alarm clocks, from the internet... just me, good books, good food and drink, the sound of the breeze out my window, the stars above, and a continual song of prayer and quiet rejoicing in my heart...

I Dream by Paul Colman Trio

I closed my eyes again and I fought this traffic jam
And I tried to slow this engine down
But just like all last night I felt injustice bite
One body one chance one country at a time
And no rewind button
I dreamed of things I'm yet to be
And of angel wings that carried me
From suffering and agony to eternity

I dreamed that you were next to me
And all your scars refused to bleed
I dreamed that love and peace had power
Over fear and bitterness

I dreamed I saw a million angels
Coming forth to rescue me
Singing welcome home my faithful servant
Tantalizing images I dream

The sky was like an angry bruise
That wouldn't let the sunlight loose
And bring us healing and take the swelling down
And these were years of insurrection
Condemnation and disconnection
Refusing to believe that you'd paid the tab for me
And unhappiness is here defined
To know the truth but to stay behind
And to burn your invitation to the promised land

I dreamed the dove of peace was chosen
Over fear and weaponry
I dreamed someone could raise a family
Never fearing tragedy

I dreamed I saw a million angels
Intercepting evil schemes
Love and comfort never ending
Everlasting images I dream

I dreamed I saw a million angels
Breaking through the clouds of grey
The sweetest sounds of hallelujah
Came and stole these blues away

I dreamed I saw a million angels
Coming forth to rescue me
Singing welcome home my faithful servant
Singing words I long to hear

sorta bluish?

so it's like a blue green. not sure what i think. it'll stick for now. attempted to make improvements to font size and tried to have post titles stick out more as a way of divisions...

incase anyone was wondering, i just like spanish. maybe i'll rotate the languages to throw everyone off.... brou ha ha.

if you don't want your site linked on my sidebar, you better tell me...

so i had this crazy dream that my friend lauren and i were taking trains down the eastern coast of south america... then somehow we took a plane to skip over a country named "soqay rohay" - close enough, i read it on a map i was looking at. lauren commented she was glad to skip that country, as you could tell from her map, it was a blank nothing. so we went on to arcatania, a country north of rohay on the map but southern in latitude... we ate at a street restaurant. lauren amazingly ran into someone she knew in arcatania, since she's a crazy world traveler and knows people everywhere, and i tried to order an alcenia sandwich (apparently it had spinach, turkey, broccoli, and sausage on it) and a coke in broken spanish and the cashier laughed at me... so then we were headed to catch a boat to africa where we could travel up africa's eastern coast. it was undecided if we'd do train, bike, or foot. we were hoping to finish our travels in 2 weeks.

i usually don't remember my dreams, and even now, i've forgotten most of it. complete randomness.

flickr update

ok- just a little FYI - i've changed my flickr account some. basically, i originally signed up for flickr so as to have a way to post pictures to this blog. it started out with some really boring photos of my life in lexington: apartment, workplace, dog, etc. then i posted photos other friends wanted to see: weddings, dog, travels, etc. many of these photos i did not take. and since for a long time i was without a digital camera, i only posted other's digital photos, not my own. hence, my flickr account became a hodge-podge of worthless images (worthless = unartistic) or images i couldn't take credit for.

so i've opened a new flickr account with a different location to be filled with these worthless but worthwhile for someone else type photos.
www.flickr.com/photos/fotobutterfly

also, this frees up my original account to be devoted to photos that i can personally take credit for, where i can post photos that i've both worked for and worked on. feel free to (and please do!) comment on them, and i will be adding more very soon, i promise! i just took a whole card full of shots while away last weekend.
www.flickr.com/photos/kristimeador

both sites are still under construction/revision...

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my 2 week goals

1. Spend less than $30.00 on food.
2. Manage on one full tank of gas.
3. Finish reading Hosea.
4. Finish the last 20 pages of If on a winter's night a traveler.
5. Research at least one grad school.
6. Purchase ticket to see Switchfoot in concert in Cleveland.
7. Take post-work naps.

ay yi ye

yea, don't ask.

songs that describe my life in the past 36 hours or so:

"If you're on your own in this life/the days and nights are long/When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on/Well, everybody hurts sometimes/Everybody cries."
-(deep thoughts from...) R.E.M.

"He is my Light and my Salvation/whom have i to fear/in His secret place i'll hide and pray/that i might hear a simple word/o how i would have despaired/if You had not come found me there/i can lean against Your throne and find my Peace/find my Peace." - Jennifer Knapp

weddings are too much stress. and they're never even my wedding.
communicating with people is also stressful. but essential. good communication that is. i have been lousy at communicating well for the past couple of days.

SO... my new best friends! i must give a shout out o' love to you for calling me on my road trip. Thanks to David Ferrell and Kevin O'Barr (even if you did call 24 hours late, and I missed your call, I still got the message! Thanks!) Double thanks and love to LAM who woke me up, because I was oversleeping on Thursday night!! I left KY by 11:41pm.

I also talked to a few other friends who said they wouldn't mind if I called them late at night or who didn't know I was driving all night, like Jake and Freya and Lauren and Joseph. So travels went well, I arrived in Destin about 9:30am Central time. No flooded bridges, no evacuees attempted to hijack my vehicle, no severe gas shortages or hour long waits, though they had signs posted. Ironically, the further south I went, the cheaper the gas was. $2.60 in FL as opposed to $3.29 elsewhere in KY! And everyone was so worried... well, I wasn't. Yes, I'm glad I proved them wrong. ;P

picture highlights will come shortly.

other musings:
sometime in the next 5 years i want to take another trip down to FL and drive on Route 331. Route 331 between Montgomery, AL and Florala (border town) is a pretty interesting drive. There are not a lot of places to stop or even pull off on the side of the road. Speed limit varies between 25 mph and 65 mph. But it is one of the most interesting drives for the things you'll see. I was always in a rush on this trip and didn't do any stopping... but I want to go back and spend all day on that drive (which normally would be about a 4-5 hour stretch) and photograph it. You'll see rusting school buses being subsumed in a sea of kudzu, boarded up building and gas stations that still have signs standing posting old gas prices, random mom n pop shops that sell antiques or what appears to be just junk, houses that look like they're always having a yard sale but you wouldn't want to stop incase you were wrong...., BBQ hole-in-the-wall places or restaurants that specialize in catfish and country vegetables, rest stops that look like barns, open air airplane hangers backing up to the road and the strip appears to be nothing but a field, boiled peanut stands, pecan and peach stands, marshes, actual white clapboard churches (some of which are actually in trailers), and curvy roads. did i mention i love the south?? so, hopefully, i will travel there again (maybe with a friend) and turn my words into pictures to give you a real glimpse of this part of the country.

and now I'm at work, desperately wishing i were sleeping instead at home, and feeling metaphysically nauseous.

btw: i'll be playing around with the appearance when i can.... don't mind me.... ;)

color color everywhere

color color in your hair... i mean... nevermind...

so...
my sister complained about the color of my blog hurting her eyes. i started playing around with the color schemes, and found that all the other combos i liked were equally bright and annoying (if annoying is what you could call it)... that's to say, i liked them, but chances are my blog readers would not. i like the bold colors, but if you have an opinion on it, let me know. (as in, if the color scheme gets in the way of you visiting my blog.... ;)

i am off this weekend for fun in the sun. hopefully a miracle will happen and gas prices will plummet (HA)... I will be seeing friends and photographing a wedding... the pressure is on! yikes.

and my offer still stands, call me between 10:30pm and 9:30am EST and you'll be my new best friend ;)