tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33936262011-04-21T15:04:55.388-07:00talking of michelangelo...moi moi moicqnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1107406421787411162005-02-02T20:50:00.000-08:002005-02-02T20:53:41.786-08:00hi! not to state the obvious, but i've stopped updating here for now
xanga.com/cqinpi
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cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1067984385156081462003-11-04T14:19:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.569-07:00"Your calling is the place where your deepest joy and the world's greatest needs cross." Frederick Buechnercqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1067882377067201302003-11-03T09:59:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.573-07:00when i was younger murray perahia was my authority on mozart concertos. soon i also learned (after listening to a serkin recording that left me a bit disappointed) that i also preferred his style for beethoven. and still later, as i prepared the chopin ballad no 1 for a scholarship, his was the cd that i constantly referred to over and over again. and i do mean constantly, for perahia was like a cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1067881377875800812003-11-03T09:42:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.577-07:00so this morning i decided to take the law into my own hands. if they weren't going to provide me with an adequate glare screen i would buy one myself!!...until i just did a search and they are $350!!! the heck! that's alot!!! i guess this world of office supplies is really more complex than i ever could have imagined...cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1067624969420024342003-10-31T10:29:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.580-07:00from sam ericsson's advocates international:
When Things Go Wrong: Five Questions to Ask:
True or False?
1. Romans 8:28
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.
True or False?
2. 1 Thessalonians 5:18
Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
True or False?
3. Matthewcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1067453249700831502003-10-29T10:47:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.583-07:00so then what implications does that hold for my future? if i can't be a detective what can i be? a blogger? hm. i haven't blogged consistently- or at all- in past past several months. a do-gooder? i don't know. a god-glorifyer? now that might work; because then at least it will be god working and not me!!
god is good and works for the good of those who love him.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1067452464126384002003-10-29T10:34:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.586-07:00so it is official: i would be a terrible detective. if i were in a cartoon i would be like dr. gadget or something-one of those endearing (;P) detectives who solves the cases thanks to the team of helpfuls around him. or like the yodelling veterinarian of the alps who needs his nurse to help diagnose the cats. you get the idea.
recently i've been trying to get one of those glare screens for my cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-1066952982077288432003-10-23T16:49:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:25.590-07:00can i just say, rich mullins was an incredible man. in the past two days that i've been researching him i have been challenged, inspired, and redirected.
BB: Speaking of your music, one of my favorite songs is "Damascus Road," and I do understand that that came out of a painful time in your life. Give us an idea of that time as you wrote that song.
RM: Yeah, I wrote that right after my cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-927292302003-04-16T11:26:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:25.593-07:00today for breakfast...
m&m's and a honey tangerine!...
yummy!cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-924381052003-04-11T10:04:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:25.596-07:00"This is the beginning of a new day. You have been given this day to use as you will. You can waste it or use it for good. What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it. When
tomorrow comes, this day will be gone forever, in its place is something that you have left behind...let it be something good."cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-923242752003-04-09T17:09:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:25.600-07:00so i saw the man i referenced in the below entry today, and guess what? he's saved! he was opening an envelope this morning that had stickers and such on it that read, 'You are precious to God'.
i asked him if he was christian and he replied yes. inside the envelope he was opening was a bunch of prayer/encouragement cards, and if my eyes did not mistake me, $52! but i'm not sure. i guess this cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-902013212003-03-05T15:04:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.604-07:00in an effort to balance the frivolity of more recent entries:
i'm feeling horrible today. everything's mixed up and there is no order. i woke up like this. woke up to the phone ringing with a sweet voice on the other end, woke up charmed. but it wasn't enough. after wrenching myself from sleep/bed/security, i stood in front of my closet and pondered the way i can be, pondered the way friends cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-891023942003-02-14T10:00:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.607-07:00i think this verse is so cute! :
'love and faithfulness meet together; righteousness and peace kiss each other'
-psalm 85:10
teehee
happy valentine's day, all!! =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-879810802003-01-24T15:16:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.610-07:00so i never remembered what the third interesting thing was, but today i brought my costco daily multi vitamins and minerals to work...i feel overwhelmed just looking at it, so heavy and ponderous, all 500 tablets waiting to be consumed, one by one, meal by meal. gross, i just thought about this. if there are 500 tablets, and i'm only supposed to eat one per day, then if i'm obedient, 1.370 years cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-878618362003-01-22T13:49:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.614-07:00i did three interesting things today:
a. for the first time in many, many years, i used an eraser. i took a pencil (another utencil i've not touched for a while), flipped it upside down and rubbed. i was liberated from the chicken scratch my co-worker inflicted on my lines of copious, neat notes.
b. i finished my vitamins. once upon a time there were 120 tablets in the bottle (2 capsules per cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-862869522002-12-19T13:21:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.618-07:00gripe
i hate how christmas in america has become a reason to push and shove, to yell and whine, to snatch and grab...
now just imagine: preparing for the holidays in the rain- a storm thundering relentless streaming hurling droplets of minature cannonballs toward the ground as the roar of thunder reverberates between the buildings of the financial district...
a one hour lunch break so as to cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-847724562002-11-19T10:31:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.621-07:00there's nothing as nostalgic as heated milk with the perfect amount of bite in the morning.
mmmmmMmmMMmmMmm...cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-847719962002-11-19T10:09:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.624-07:00this morning i/woke up to absolute sweetness swimming in crimson tide/dragged myself and/smeared porcelin white/carried my burden two blocks and then some,/
in the guise of small middle school children/something wicked this way comes/
my handle broke./
entered in and sorted out colors and whites/i rode the 15 down down down
/town sullied at 9:30 in the morningcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-845504912002-11-14T16:19:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.628-07:00o blah. forget it. it's too much trouble to link stuff so it works, it seems.
makes me tired just thunking about it. well, that's only because i'm tired in the first place. my ear hurts. maybe i have an ear infection.
blah.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-845495442002-11-14T15:56:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.632-07:00here's an informal poll; tell me which one you like the most:
aka known as a cheap ploy to get people to respond- i bet i can't get more than, like, two people to respond. prove me wrong!
please?
=)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-844927682002-11-13T14:32:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.635-07:00mumble jumble... cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-844861782002-11-13T11:58:00.000-08:002009-03-29T20:04:25.638-07:00for the past couple days i've been thinking how all the rights in the world can equate to an egregious wrong. how people with the best intentions may rub against each other, how static emerges from static- when capsules of desires with maturity and understanding at its core, surrounded by quirks and a paradigm of the world as it ought be...everything that makes up a personality, and how these cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-834142062002-10-23T10:38:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:32.004-07:00everyone, i'm MOVING!! i am *SO* excited. god really orchestrated EVERYTHING in this process, praise Him.
pre-housewarming brunch sunday- let me know if you would like to attend =)
we want to pray over our home that god would really use it for His glory and His kingdom. we had wanted the place with the vision that it would be an extension of our church, set apart for fellowship and gatherings, cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-828086662002-10-10T14:01:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:43.658-07:00so i was thinking earlier today how sad it is to pay $0.60-$0.75 for a candy bar (not king size). I still remember when snickers, kit kats, m&ms were all $0.50. is it that this is the most subtle form of inflation? or is it more of a function of buying noonday snacks from financial district mom and pop stores? no, at target they were about $0.60...
i wonder if this is how older people feel when cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-822147412002-09-27T16:38:00.000-07:002009-03-29T20:04:52.333-07:00"The way to woo a woman is to give her what she needs before she knows she needs it, or to give her what she needs before she asks....[Love]'s still the honey to end all honeys. It is not for sale, this strange, rare happiness, but if it is, the coin of the realm is imagination"
ellen gilchrist.
yes.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-820526272002-09-24T10:44:00.000-07:002002-09-24T10:46:36.000-07:00likewise, the slam poet lemon once observed:
God may not
always come exactly when you call Him...
but He is always on time.
powerful.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-818938032002-09-20T16:59:00.000-07:002002-09-20T17:03:59.000-07:00i love this verse:
he has made everything beautiful in its time
ecclesiastes 3:11acqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-818797402002-09-20T10:34:00.000-07:002002-09-20T10:34:58.000-07:00the cords of my discman lay entangled on the keypad, and i have pulled my hood over my head.
sitting underneath a very cold vent sucks =(cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-818793192002-09-20T10:23:00.000-07:002002-09-20T15:41:54.000-07:00my cup filled two days ago; the drink? sweet, bitter, grey. it permeates me, like college co-eds singing acapella on a starry night. i can't wash it off, what i feel, but i can lay in bed with luxurious 300 count egyptian woven cotton sheets and rub my cheeks and eyelashes in pillowy softness. it's hard to move. the light is streaming in, despite my plastic blinds which i wish were covered with cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-817935712002-09-18T15:57:00.000-07:002002-09-19T12:00:37.000-07:00surrounded (a story told using schematic diagrams):
act 1. lunch
1:45 pm
water with nice view
---------------BIRD--------------- (wall)
walkway for pedestrians
------BIRD---me---BIRD--------- (concrete which i sit on)
1:50 pm
water with nice view
-BIRD-----------------------------
pedestrian walking
----------------me---------BIRD
1:55 pm
water with not so nice view (i am distracted)
-cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-814807292002-09-11T16:59:00.000-07:002002-09-11T16:59:58.000-07:00words that never fail to lift me:
When we've been there ten thousand years,
bright shining as the sun,
we've no less days to sing God's praise
than when we'd first begun.
the soaring "bright shining as the sun" warms and excites me every time, it is the perfect way to end such a wondrous song =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-811757942002-09-04T22:10:00.000-07:002002-09-04T22:10:59.620-07:00is this page dead? nay sayest i; i shall update upon my return to the land of the free =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-802949672002-08-15T16:13:00.000-07:002002-08-15T16:37:40.000-07:00turning around to discover my manager leisurely sitting in the extra chair in my cube
'whoa! where did you come from?'
'earth. i am an earthling'
lol. random. i really need to work on my hearing.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-800361112002-08-09T11:24:00.000-07:002002-08-10T11:00:09.000-07:00cyn fong came to speak last night about her role at an agency that promotes abstinence and life for unborn children. the primary part of the talk consisted of her testimony. with a tremulous voice but a gaze that exuded strength, cyn spoke of her past, of her shame, with a conviction that comes from one who finds freedom in christ. she exemplified to me someone who is not ruled by fear, one who cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-799484432002-08-07T12:26:00.000-07:002002-08-07T12:30:29.000-07:00my sister is so cute =)
i think i'll indulge you with some snippets of her latest email:
today it is not too hot
i came to work late - not on the dot
but my boss is out of town so i was not caught
although, arrive at work on time, i ought
and i have no snot
in my nose.
and gasp!!! i am merely 19. 1-9. one nine. i have over 2 years until i
turn 21. c'mon keep up with the changing times! cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-796546632002-07-31T12:58:00.000-07:002002-07-31T15:58:32.000-07:00the break room smells like indian food...
thanks to me! puahahahaha
i have been feeling quite uninspired as of late, but at the same time am craving a change to the page (plus, i don't want to tempt a certain someone with the last posting.... =P)
as a compromise, i think i'll post something i wrote last year...inextricably linked to the last one
take two
I.
cross-step waltzing, partner-less,cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-792774502002-07-22T16:54:00.000-07:002002-07-22T16:54:08.840-07:00it's so weird how honey nut cheerios are so much less sweet without milk. and milk is so bland, it's surprising how it really brings out the taste. i did this experiment where i used water instead of milk and voila, absolute nastiness! i wonder why. i guess it really is something intrinsic to milk, rather than just any liquid. milkmilkmilkmilkmilk. yummers.
now i want some ice cream.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-791690382002-07-19T16:15:00.000-07:002002-07-19T16:15:11.363-07:00blah. i take that back. it keeps telling me i have new mail, and i get all excited, but when i finally check it, sorry, nope, there's nothing there =(cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-791686052002-07-19T15:58:00.000-07:002002-07-19T15:58:46.936-07:00yay =) i'm so excited about the new yahoo mail format. it's so cute! =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-791567872002-07-19T10:28:00.000-07:002002-07-19T10:29:31.000-07:00It is Well With My Soul
When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790952692002-07-17T22:02:00.000-07:002002-07-17T22:02:14.913-07:00somewhere on sacramento street is a room, cozy and happy, warmed by the purples and yellows of freshly cut irises. these breaths of life, hand delivered by a bonbon that encapsulates sunshine, joyously adorn the desk of a very blessed girl.
thanks woman, you're the best! =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790711332002-07-17T10:22:00.000-07:002002-07-17T10:22:10.276-07:00he: Can I buy you a drink?
she: Actually I'd rather have the money.
lolcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790508112002-07-16T21:52:00.000-07:002002-07-17T12:06:50.000-07:00scary: in what the bible is all about, henrietta mears observes "Often God allows us to go through life denied the one thing we wish more than anything else. But we should be comforted in this that whom God loves, He chastens. If He grinds down the surface of our lives, it is that the stone may shine the more brilliantly. The many facets of the diamond are what make it dazzling. Know that the cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790373282002-07-16T15:24:00.000-07:002002-07-16T15:38:21.000-07:00ok i am such a sucker for good packaging...i just bought a bag because it's cute...cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790352602002-07-16T14:26:00.000-07:002002-07-16T16:46:10.000-07:00sometimes i feel as if i can be so melodramatic, and i question why...is there something inherently beautiful in the idea of loss, in the ideal of the irreplacable? that stories such as those give a hope that there is something out there that is whole, pure, and so singular to each person that upon discovering it they cannot help but to become enrapturously entwined in passion?
eeks. maybe cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790348212002-07-16T14:13:00.000-07:002002-07-16T14:13:45.506-07:00feeling especially blessed right now... =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-790006582002-07-15T19:55:00.000-07:002002-07-15T19:55:56.160-07:00walking home from the restaurant today, i passed by a little girl who squeaked just like a rubber toy! it was so cute...kids can be so cute =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-788816352002-07-12T15:32:00.000-07:002002-07-12T16:02:57.000-07:00BOY oh boy am i excited...i think i may be able to leave at FIVE today!!!! how great is that?! MAN. =)
i started consuming a roll of lifesavers yesterday, yummy! i haven't eaten lifesavers in like years. i was kinda sad though, they gypped me out of an orange one, which makes me sad. i don't like the white or green ones, so i savor all the red, orange, and yellow ones i can get, in that order =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-787073392002-07-08T17:26:00.000-07:002002-07-08T17:28:12.000-07:00from a meeting this morning:
manager: the reason a cannot be used for b is because a and b are different, and you cannot compare apples to oranges.
me: o. how are they different?
manager: well one is an apple and the other is like an orange.
me speaking to him silently: oh brilliant then, that just made everything crystal clearcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-786018912002-07-05T18:40:00.000-07:002002-07-05T18:40:38.000-07:00trea·cle
n.
1. Cloying speech or sentiment.
2. Chiefly British. Molasses.
3. A medicinal compound formerly used as an antidote for poison.
finally! i've been trying to figure out what this word means for the past four days =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-784772242002-07-02T13:35:00.000-07:002002-07-02T13:35:31.770-07:00sigh the Corporation has sunk to an all time low. i went to the kitchen to heat up my rice filled gyro thing, only to see that gasp! there were no paper plates to put in the microwave!! so i had to use a piece of coffee filter paper instead sigh
that and they discontinued providing us with free milk =(cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-784709652002-07-02T10:50:00.000-07:002002-07-02T10:50:01.330-07:00dug this out and am posting this in the hope it'll help:
Life is not a rose. It is a pair of Levis long-lasting, enduring through falls, storms and sunny days. And yet, even after 10, 20, 30 years, they are still appreciated and sought after, and sometimes much more valuable than they once were. Witness the 300 dollar Levis sold in trendy thrift stores nationwide...
To give this metaphor cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-784390682002-07-01T16:52:00.000-07:002002-07-01T16:52:33.906-07:00i get to go home soon! YAY! =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-784390582002-07-01T16:51:00.000-07:002002-07-01T16:51:55.216-07:00one engineer's way of describing singleness:
i am in binary mode and can never hit the number 2.
hey! i have three m&m's left- blue, yellow, and green where
blue+yellow=green!!
oops. i ate it in the wrong order...oh well.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-783304662002-06-28T15:31:00.000-07:002002-06-28T15:31:24.030-07:00for "drew barrymore", today's deep thought:
why does the hamburger helper only have four fingers? =Pcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-783235992002-06-28T12:16:00.000-07:002002-06-28T12:21:29.000-07:00OH my gosh! how completely depressing! i TOTALLY didn't know that i'd lost everything from before i switched over to this template. ugh, SUCKS =(cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-783217732002-06-28T11:27:00.000-07:002002-06-28T11:29:00.000-07:00i'm soaked in martha agerich's electrifying rendition of the rach III and the selfish part of me cannot fully focus on all that's going on. it's because i'm focused on me, and i feel wistful. with her every singing note, her every impassioned cascade, i feel the pressure of the ivory against my fingers, cool and responsive as the keys sink in, singing out my story, expressing my feelings. and a cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-783172262002-06-28T09:27:00.000-07:002002-06-28T09:27:06.323-07:00blah. blahblahblahblahblah. BLAH. =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-782737072002-06-27T09:23:00.000-07:002002-06-27T09:23:02.413-07:00on the cable car this morning i found sweetness. i step on at the second stop so there's usually a seat for me. not this morning though. so i stood and inwardly grumbled about carrying my bulging purse. there were two people sitting in front of me, a large heavyset woman, and a middle sized man. without even looking up, the man scooted over, and the woman followed suit and scrunched to the other cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-782620362002-06-27T01:52:00.000-07:002002-06-27T09:25:02.000-07:00when i was waiting for my bud to drop by, my bed exuded an inexorable magnetism that i could not resist but for the name of friendship. she's leaving for la tomorrow, and the big apple after that- so sleepy or no, my attention was all hers. she just left, and i am free, but i cannot sleep.
i believe a small dose of sleep equals about four shots of vodka- everything spills out. and tonight, she cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-781950942002-06-25T14:55:00.000-07:002002-06-25T14:55:03.066-07:00
1. LIVING ARRANGEMENT: me and four other broads (well currently three)
2. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING NOW: books? what are those? bible. ulysses.
3. FAVORITE BOARD GAME: i don't do board games
4. FAVORITE MAGAZINE: Vogue, The New Yorker
5. FAVORITE SMELL: light and airy
6. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL: stagnant water
7. FAVORITE SOUND: trance dance
8. WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: despondancy
9. WHAT cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-781924292002-06-25T13:40:00.000-07:002002-06-25T14:52:53.000-07:00she's at the edge of a wintry precipice and dives in, only to swoop up soaring with a freedom that comes only from god. cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-781881712002-06-25T11:54:00.000-07:002002-06-25T11:54:15.693-07:00excited. life is good =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-781040552002-06-23T13:09:00.000-07:002002-06-24T09:18:10.000-07:0010:15 am: running down polk street in shoes i can barely walk in, trying to catch a bus to church
10:15 am 20 seconds: ignoring all the stares i'm garnering with my wobbly attempt to sprint
10:16 am: sadly watching as the mean bus driver drives away
10:25 am: on the van ness bus on my way to the n-judah. there's a girl with an incredible voice singing softly to herself behind me
11:15 am: sittingcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-780890302002-06-22T23:57:00.000-07:002002-06-23T13:12:35.000-07:00nicotine stains yellow
ralph lauren 300 count egyptian linen
damask exposed
fog smog rolls in at 6:30 in the evening
curls around brick buildings grey
smothering blue skies and windexed windows
cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-780306502002-06-21T09:36:00.000-07:002002-06-21T15:02:10.000-07:00awwww my little brother is growing up to be quite the fine man. i am so proud of him =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-780030572002-06-20T17:45:00.000-07:002002-06-28T16:46:02.000-07:00draft.
in the symphonic hall
warm euphony spreads,
hovers golden
as rich timbre'd cellos sing, soar
brim empathy shining
heightened wavelengths extend toward
soaring glassplanes above-
diffuse
into soft light, misty
and grainy- a photograph circa 1960.
upper orchestra d101: a woman
empire waisted, her hair in perfect curls
and lips
red and moist
like cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-779933212002-06-20T13:07:00.000-07:002002-06-20T13:07:26.343-07:00i just got back from lunch- imagine my surprise when i looked in my inbox and found a message to me from jeff bezos! sadly it twasn't specifically to me, cqli. but man oh man. what a great marketing tactic =) cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-779913312002-06-20T12:14:00.000-07:002002-06-20T12:14:10.053-07:00so on the cable car, sometimes the conductors get frustrated, and for good reason. many drivers don't realize that you can't just smash on the brakes and stop at the last minute on these pure iron ton weighing vehicles. thus, (sometimes to their own detriment) drivers often suddenly swerve in front of the cable car in a desperate attempt to pass the 10 mph vehicle (muahahaha). anyway, ok this is cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-779496272002-06-19T14:02:00.000-07:002002-06-19T17:36:50.000-07:00oh how i have fallen.
this has been a weird year for me. i'm looking in the mirror everyday, and although the physical features remain the same, the carriage and perspective of the face staring at me are unrecognizable.
when i was home two weeks ago, it was the first time in a looooong time that i felt like myself. and this brought to the forefront of my consciousness how far i am from my goalscqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-779414022002-06-19T10:34:00.000-07:002002-06-19T10:39:19.000-07:00it's going to be rough today, i can feel it...cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-778623112002-06-17T14:56:00.000-07:002002-06-17T14:56:21.473-07:00fyi: invertedly squirting apple juice through the straw opening in a minute maid box is alot more complicated, messy, and time consuming than finding a straw to suck it up. cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-778606102002-06-17T14:11:00.000-07:002002-06-19T11:47:42.000-07:00i had the most quinessential of sundays yesterday- the perfect epitome of a lazy sunday afternoon:
woke up at 10 am with no alarm clock just in time for church, despite hitting the sack around 5 the night before; i had prayed that if i was meant to go to morning service then i would get up in time by myself, yay =) i called my dad to wish him a happy father's day and muni'ed over to sunset.
aftercqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-778534302002-06-17T10:59:00.000-07:002002-06-17T11:02:16.000-07:00
rembrandt's the prodigal son
cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-777584392002-06-14T16:20:00.000-07:002002-06-14T16:20:47.056-07:00oh man, i just chewed the most pungent of onions (they were in my pungent sandwich). blech!!
maybe i should ask my co-workers: hhhhow are you doing? heh heh heh =Pcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-777559722002-06-14T14:59:00.000-07:002002-06-14T16:17:19.000-07:00laziness is bliss. there is a cable conductor who i happen upon at times and he and i are completely on the same wavelength. i bring my eight pack minute-maid drinks to work to store alongside my other non-perishables in my cube (so i don't have to travel far for my meals); he prepares a metal coat hanger so he doesn't have to stand up to ring the cable car bell. i have a cd collection in my cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-776189602002-06-11T11:38:00.000-07:002002-06-11T11:38:54.836-07:00yay, i am smart =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-776186922002-06-11T11:31:00.000-07:002002-06-11T11:33:32.000-07:00o poopy. i changed my template but can't figure out how to stick comments back on. plus i lost all the old ones =(cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-776138882002-06-11T09:18:00.000-07:002002-06-11T09:25:15.000-07:00back in the day, one of my favorite poems
One Art
The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.
Then practice losing further, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was youcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-775820562002-06-10T14:52:00.000-07:002002-06-11T16:59:10.000-07:00he always calls during periods of transition- when he quit salomon, when he tired of consulting...and now, he's moving to new york. there is a quiet finality to this one
pablo neruda: love is so short, forgetting is so longcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-775778842002-06-10T13:01:00.000-07:002002-06-10T13:01:46.793-07:00the answer, my friends, is yes. stand by, watch, and proactively love, trust, and pray.
by the way, do i dare to each a peach? absoeffinglutely =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-772401602002-06-01T21:15:00.000-07:002002-06-01T21:15:05.396-07:00the night my grandmother died i had a dream. she was dead, but refused to go to hell. well, more accurately, she was petrified, desperate, and really didn't want to be there. she kept gripping me, so tightly, and i couldn't do anything but pray that god would do all he could to bring her to heaven with him. i don't remember how the dream ended. several times i woke up because she was gripping me cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-771938052002-05-31T12:36:00.000-07:002002-05-31T12:37:24.000-07:00you know, upon deeper reflection, i don't know whether i would do the same thing as mr. bass, or those kajillionaires...like if i had $100 million and had already given like $40 million away, why not indulge myself with a $20 million opportunity to experience space? that would be so awesome...
sigh too bad i'll probably never get to test out the senario...cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-771928002002-05-31T12:05:00.000-07:002002-05-31T12:05:07.280-07:00conversations shooting across 123 mission, 19th floor:
i. how my co-worker's going to st louis to meet up for the first time with her aol luhwer
ii. how lance bass should use his $20 million to a. feed people in starving countries b. buy pakistan tons of crystal geyser so india and pakistan won't blow up the world should they go to war, etc rather than using it to orbit space. but then againcqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-771567502002-05-30T14:49:00.000-07:002002-05-30T14:49:24.000-07:00happy birthday, woman =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-771094482002-05-29T11:20:00.000-07:002002-05-29T11:20:29.490-07:00for all you bloggers out there, something interesting:
http://slate.msn.com/?id=2066308cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-769795312002-05-25T21:34:00.000-07:002002-05-25T21:35:36.000-07:00i crave
crashing waves: monolithic structures,
violent combustions, ever reaching toward stable shores.
they are creations of the god most high
and my reminder that he controls all cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-768531082002-05-22T13:17:00.000-07:002002-05-22T13:17:33.573-07:00so the question remains:
do i dare to eat a peach?cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-768517572002-05-22T12:41:00.000-07:002002-05-22T12:41:26.000-07:00yay! i have two comments each for the previous three posts. how exciting is that?! =)
of course one of them in each is from me, but that's besides the point...
=)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-768077492002-05-21T11:46:00.000-07:002002-05-21T12:45:14.000-07:00i realized that yesterday's post wasn't entirely appropriate, and that my expressiveness ought to go to the offending party- in love- rather than angrily, to a random population.
sorry about that.
as christians, we ought to love one another, and help each other grow. none of us are perfect, that's why we need christ so badly. my reaction yesterday was a failure on my part, and i apologize for cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-767725372002-05-20T14:57:00.000-07:002002-05-20T15:04:06.000-07:00ugh. if you're reading this, would you please help me by taking a moment to pray for my grandfather's salvation?
thanks =)cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-766744662002-05-17T15:17:00.000-07:002002-05-17T15:17:13.096-07:00blah. i am so bored!cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-766735242002-05-17T14:47:00.000-07:002002-05-17T14:47:03.380-07:00can i just say? jacqueline du pre's initial slide in the elgar cello concerto never fails to send shivers down my spine...cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-766368332002-05-16T15:44:00.000-07:002002-05-16T15:46:43.000-07:00sometimes the most pivotal moments happen during the most mundane activities. like today, while walking across the hall to the restroom, i had an epiphany that has refreshed me more than i can describe. i guess life is just funny like that.cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-763735432002-05-09T16:27:00.000-07:002002-05-10T11:43:59.000-07:00i.
we're sitting on the ikea couch my parents bought ten years ago. the tv is on, but as usual i am in control of the channels. you're staring ahead, eyes uncomprehending into space. moments later, you look at me without recognition of a deeper relationship, and take my hand.
ii.
your hair is black, and i imagine that your eyes are bright, focused. we're in the foyer of the gaithersburg housecqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-763113932002-05-08T10:59:00.000-07:002002-05-08T11:23:16.000-07:00 Sestina
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.
She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-760965962002-05-02T15:42:00.000-07:002002-05-03T12:04:51.000-07:00in my cd player: mozart's requiem
one of the most glorious choral works ever written. my friends accuse me of being morbid, citing that the piece is heavy, dark, and laden with doom. oh, but au contraire! interlaced with voices and themes of judgement efferescent cadences of brilliance inject, modulate major in an overtone of minor- here cascading sopranos triumphantly rise out of the fiery cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-760186642002-04-30T16:49:00.000-07:002002-05-01T11:15:09.000-07:00my favorite four lines of verse- an elegy. tightly controlled language wrings out with intensity that which is not controllable-
relish in the words of t.s. eliot:
April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
onward ho, then- may approaches!
cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-758238322002-04-25T15:41:00.000-07:002002-04-25T16:33:51.000-07:00if i were to write a screenplay that was so ridiculous that "stupid" was too simplistic a word to describe it, perhaps it would be about jason voorhees, the hockey mask wearing murderer, wreaking havoc in outer space.
oh, WAIT. that movie's already come out...
unbelievable.
speaking of outer space, i read somewhere that scientists have determined the color of the galaxy to be "salmon". cqnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3393626.post-755928342002-04-19T11:21:00.000-07:002002-04-22T16:26:58.000-07:00the hand of god is present in my life. during this past week, i've begun noticing/thinking about how so many disparate threads of my life may be related in preparing me for what god has in store for me for the future. what his plan is, i don't know. i have postulated several theories, but current disinterest toward the unknown, of something less comfortable than i would like- hinders me from cqnoreply@blogger.com0