Friday, September 02, 2011

To Feel This Vulnerable Means I'm Alive

I know I've let you down. The blog has not been posted on for 3 months. But here's some food for thought. This is probably the 3rd time I've watched this, and it moves me. Each time it feels like it was made for me, for the very moment when I watched it.

Brené Brown - The Power of Vulnerability

  • "Let ourselves be seen, vulnerably seen
  • Love with our whole hearts even though there's no guarantee
  • Practice gratitude and joy in those moments of terror...
  • To feel this vulnerable means I am alive
  • Believe that we're enough
  • Stop screaming and start listening
  • =We're kinder and gentler to the people around us and we're kinder and gentler to ourselves"

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Morning Visitor

I hopped on my bike this morning. Rode to campus. Got off my bike and walked maybe 100 feet to the building where I work. What do I find on my shoe as I ride the elevator?

I think the girl riding with me in the elevator, who I announced to that I had somehow gotten a traveler on my shoe, might have thought me a little strange.

I clocked in. Rode the elevator back down. Wobbled over to a patch of dirt and scooted this little guy off.

Quite the visitor.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Panda Dogs

Do a googleimage search for panda dog. I dare you.

Saturday, January 08, 2011

Blue Blood

You know when you hear a brilliant song on the radio, but to your great dismay the radio announcer either doesn't exist or doesn't tell you what the song is? You cross your fingers every time the radio is on hoping that your song might come on, and that maybe this time you'll be quick enough to write down the lyrics or the radio announcer will give you some clue about the artist.

Well, 3 weeks after hearing that song on KOHS, my ears perked up at the familiar melody on the radio. Greg and I confirmed that it was the very song we'd spent the past few weeks searching for on the internet. Fate. I frantically search my bag for my phone to type the lyrics in my mini-search bar. Oh no. The phone isn't there. It was carelessly left at our apartment on the coffee table. Blast! Greg throws me his dysfunctional phone, which was not allowing letters h, y, or j to be typed on it today - and I write myself a text message so we could search for it later on google after the Friday night events.
3 hours later - the song is found. Located by a google search. Foals - Blue Blood. Not quite the Fleet Foxes we guessed the first time. Not any band I have heard of before, but the little boy in the video bears an uncanny resemblance to our dear Aqualung of yesteryear.

I'm still an anglophile.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Direct Flights during the Holidays

To give you some context, people can locate the number for the department where I work very easily. We are Anthropology and Archaeology combined into one. So we get questions about archaeological proof of the Book of Mormon or letters from prisons saying we are Mafia Studies. You know, your everyday office business.

Yesterday morning around 10 a.m. a woman calls telling me she needs to talk to someone about the archaeological practice of digging up burial sites. She explains that she's read apocryphal texts and Jewish texts that aren't in the Bible, and they condemn this practice. She's a new member of the LDS church, and she must talk to a professor about this grave matter.

So I rack my brain for a professor who would be appropriate, but thank goodness I didn't speak too quickly because before I knew it I was having a conversation that didn't even require an "uh huh" or "yes..." or "I know" to continue on.

Here are some great one-liners:

"[People are] trashing the whole superstructure of the planet," referring to evil people in this world.

"When I was little people did experiments to me and put me on all sorts of medication...I've died. I've already been murdered."

I asked her if she had email so she could contact a professor via email. She said that no she did not and those people at AOL took over her email address. "I don't know if it's the FBI, undercover FBI, or who did it, but they ruined my life."

She then continued to say that in relation to corrupt groups like the FBI, "Groups are great until they take my blood elements."

She talked about how the LDS church emphasizes families and how wonderful families are. She said that she didn't believe that families were all they're cracked up to be. "We're the aliens. We're the aliens to God if we're not in the right family."

I passed the phone to Arlene in the office to indicate what I was dealing with. She thought it was an automated message. She listened in for 30 seconds or so and then passed it back to me. "Doesn't this remind you of your mission?" Yes.

After 15 minutes of her talking, I eventually directed her to another department, the Department of Ancient Scripture. Sorry, guys. But she got close to the redirection of her phone call and spurted out this one, "I need a direct flight to Jesus."

Who knew the holidays could be so thrilling.

Friday, December 17, 2010


Oh yeah, I got married in the past 9 months. Whoops.

Because I'm on a Blogging Spree

Greg and I were listening to some sweet tunes on the radio yesterday while driving when Cyndi Lauper's oh-so-lovely ballad, Time After Time, came on the radio. We turned it up, and I had a realization - Cyndi Lauper is a creepster. Here's why:

"if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time"

"...watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside"

Total stalker or what?

rolling eyes

I have never seen so many rolled eyes as I have these past 24 hours.

"101 paper?"
"The boxes are downstairs on the 1st floor." (our office is on the eighth floor)
Student rolls their eyes. Goes to the elevator to make the trek 7 floors down.

Another scenario - bright yellow sign on the door. "From now - Friday 101 papers will be turned in in the TA office on the 1st floor."

I can't count the number of times the students walked into the office and asked where the 101 papers went.
3 students walk in. I point to the sign on the door politely.
"Oh so they go here now?"

What isn't clear about from now on?


Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Probably Time

Here's what's been going on as of late:

Baby chickens are now giant chickens.

Storms a-brewin'

Album covers

Girls who love rocks

Chicken coop constructing

en bref.