Este es a Latina (I Don’t Speak Spanish)
October 18th, 2010 § 3 Comments
The best part about my life right now is that somehow, miraculously (and I do mean to say it is a miracle), I received a gift in the mail.
And not just one gift, but two. Addressed to me, and only me. At my address. It’s a veritable suscription, people.
I can tell you I did not request them. And I can’t tell you why or how I started receiving them. Maybe one of my friends knew they were what I needed? Maybe someone saw the inner diva in me and is slowly trying to pull her to the surface? Or maybe some creepy stalker man thinks I’m hispanic? Or maybe.. Just maybe.. this is a freak accident?
I submit to you…
September:
October:
The whitest subscriber to Latina mag:
Because I Think This Is Worth It
October 16th, 2010 § 4 Comments
Have you heard about this? Donald Miller wrote a screenplay to turn his book ”Blue Like Jazz” into a movie.
And then the movie died because of budgetary issues.
But then its death became a story of how it came back to life because so many people believed in it.
And it isn’t over yet. If you want to find more about what’s happening with the movie, visit Donald Miller’s Blog.
And if you want to be a part of this, visit SaveBlueLikeJazz.com.
A Skittles Related Conspiracy
October 14th, 2010 § 2 Comments
I’ve been doing a bit of research lately.
It all started with a movie-going experience gone awry, when my quest for a pack of sour watermelon gummies led to a disappointing end in a box of skittles. But be ye not worried, because tastebuds are tricky little creatures, and I’m pretty sure they just start craving what you give them.
(Let that be a philosophical lesson for us all.)
Needless to say I’ve been on a skittles kick for about a month now, and in my late afternoon boredom snacking I’ve started to notice that there is an alarmingly low rate of red skittles in a package.
And because I’m nothing if not analytical, I wondered to myself (while eating a bag of skittles) whether my perception of the limited number of red skittles was only because I was looking for red skittles. And really, if I were a green or yellow or purple fan (but let’s face it, who is?) would it seem like there were too few of any color when compared to all the other colors combined?
I suppose I could have counted the number of various colored skittles in the bag, but I was at work, people. A person has limits.
As luck would have it, I happened to purchase some “mini” bags of skittles for my afternoon snack break, because, let’s face it, nobody should be eating a regular sized bag of skittles every day. And because the mini bags are so tiny, I actually WAS able to count the numbers of each color of skittle (all stealth and ninja like – in my head – so nobody would know I was counting skittles instead of money). And it turns out, there really IS an alarmingly low rate of red skittles in a bag.
And I think it begs the question: Do they KNOW I only want the red skittles? Do they limit the supply of red skittles in each bag so the demand will be higher? Is this part of an elaborate scheme to increase addiction and simultaneously boost sales?
You tell me.
You Were Meant For Me, And I Was Meant For You
September 25th, 2010 § 1 Comment
I think I was made for cold weather.
Perhaps the endless ranting about snow during my Alaskan tenure would lead you to think otherwise, but I miss it. I miss snow.
In fact, when deciding to visit my family in Alaska over the Holidays, I sincerely considered the fact that Christmas occurs in the dead of winter as a bonus.
Right about now, I should be marveling at the onset of Autumn. I should be reading a good book, drinking hot apple cider, watching the rain fall and taking in the sweet melancholy of cool, crisp air.
Instead, this:
And I was not made for 108, I can promise you that.
So Should Living
September 10th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
It bears noting that at one point in my life I said I wanted to try to blog every day for a year. And then I didn’t do it.
I ‘didn’t do it’ so much that the anniversary date of said “365” experiment came and went without so much as a mention. Because really, writing about not writing? Sort of unnecessary.
But I say it bears noting because I want you to know, and believe you me I do want you to know, that I did not merely forget my bold proclamation. Nor did I forget that I swiftly threw my commitment overboard like the sailors did with Jonah.
Sometimes commitments (like poor old Jonah) are simply in the wrong.
And I don’t want to write out of obligation.
Furthermore, when it comes to passions and things I love, or spending time and energy on pursuing either, I don’t want to live these things out of obligation either.
Because writing should be writ for the love of doing so.
And so should living.
Which Would You Rather Have?
September 8th, 2010 § 2 Comments
I could spend all of my money on coffee and books.
And then I’d have no money.
But I’d have plenty of coffee and books.
Story, Part ‘Follow Up’
August 23rd, 2010 § Leave a Comment
A few months ago, I took a few blog posts to explain where I’ve been, and the potential for where I’m going.
I noted that everybody and everything is point to ‘story’ these days – and honestly? I dig that. Living a good story is a great and honorable goal. Yet it’s been somewhat of a stressor for me, this idea that my story has to be good. I mean yes, of course I want it to be good – but can I make it good? And what if it’s not as good as yours? Does that mean I’m not as good as you?
Sidebar, I think I will start walking around with the following nametag:
Hello, my name is over-analyst.
Even yesterday in church, the speaker was talking about trusting God, and he placed the idea of trust within the context of the script we are writing – and the one we expected God to write for us. Sometimes trust is difficult because the story doesn’t go the way we plan, or the way we thought God would direct us.
But he said something that brought into focus everything uncertain I’ve felt about my story and the desires for my life. He said, in essence, “Don’t put your trust in the story you are living; put your trust in the one who is writing your story.”
And honestly? I dig that even more.
For me, living a good story means trusting that somehow, in some way, God knows what he’s doing with my life far better than I could ever imagine. Living a good story means trusting him to make it good. Living a good story means it’s not only up to ME.
And that is such. a. relief.
This Is What We Call The ‘Silent Phase’
August 21st, 2010 § 1 Comment
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted on this blog. You know how I know? I logged in today and was informed by my dashboard that my blog ‘theme’ is Coraline, to which my internal dialogue responded, “Coraline? That doesn’t sound familiar.” And then I looked at my blog, and it is in a word, different. And if I don’t know what my own blog looks like, well then, I know it’s been a while.
But you know what? Things might be coming back to life here shortly.
And they might not.
I’m just sayin’…
