So I'm pretty annoyed with the portrayal of "love" in our culture. I'm sick of the stupid Disney movies where the princess acts like a silly little filmsy nothing of a woman, and only has to look pretty and sing some tunes, when BAM! Her prince charming comes along. I'm sick of the damsel in distress movies, the children who decide that they must have a relationship with a person of the opposite sex at 4, the parents who encourage it, and the stupidness of thinking that being single is a curse.
Someone came up to me the other day and was like, "Do you have a man in your life? Cause I mean, it's good to marry young so that you have your life to spend with another person and work out your problems together?" Well thank-you VERY much sir for pointing out how little faith you have in me to handle my OWN problems. I mean, seriously! Sometimes, God uses single people to do things that married people cannot do, and who's to say that maybe God's using my singleness right now to help me do stuff that I couldn't do as a wife. Give me a little credit here, okay? I don't need to be rescued or saved or swept off my feet and I especially don't need to pop out babies anytime soon. I am NINETEEN years old for Pete's sake!
And you know what? I don't think that romance works quite the way the movies show it to. I mean, if some girl was going around singing all by herself in the middle of a secluded forest or what not, I might just think she was a little bit nuts. What happened to relationships where the man liked the woman because of her character? Because she was the person that he could be a better person with than without? Whose to say that a girl with a compassionate heart and independent mind isn't just as attractive as a beauty queen?
I'm happy to be single, at least, most of the time. Sometimes it sucks. But God's teaching me to be patient and rely on Him to provide. I really need to clear my head of all these preconceptions that marriage is a necessary step in life, cause it's really not. Women work today and we don't NEED to get married if we don't want to. I'll get as much love from God and my friends and I would from a husband. Then again, maybe God does have someone for me, in which case, I can't wait to meet him.
But in the meantime, I'm just going to be me. And I kind of like that.
Peace!
Friday, July 17, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Reality?-check
Every now and then, I pause and take a reality check. Which is kind of funny, because it means that somehow, somewhere, we've lost track of exactly what reality is. But maybe that happens because in some way, our reality is rarely what it appears to be, or even what it should be.
A lot of my friends tell me that when they grow up, they want what has been often classified as the "American Dream." They want to get married, have a big house, a nice car, one (or none) kids, and lots and lots of money. Fairly standard, in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if several of the people reading this wanted the same thing. But I always want to scream at them "WHY???!!!!!" That sounds like the worst and most boring life I can imagine. Because in the end, you are only living for yourself. Our selfish little awful lives where no one talks to their neighbour next door and everyone is dying of loneliness and disconnection. Sometimes I even question the purpose of university, the "institution of the highest forms of knowledge and discovery." I mean, really... how much do you learn there? How to write a paper with the appropriate margins and word choices? How to draw a diagram without error? and this helps me how? not to say that I'm not learning. oh no, my 4.21/4.3 GPA will most certainly get me a job. or maybe not, since it took me two and half months to find a simple summer job since I've gotten back. And I applied for restaurant positions. hahaha. well, anyways, God blessed me with a job better than any restaurant position anyways and I am learning to be patient with His help. anyways, now I'm off track. lol.
All this to say that maybe our pursuit of money is not the reality that would make us most happy. Because in the end, money doesn't talk to you, it doesn't have a shoulder to cry on, it will never love you or hurt you or make you a better person. It will only give you THINGS. And at the end of our lives, I don't think I'd want to be known for the money I spent. I want to be known for the love I gave to the relationships with the people around me. And if that's the case, what should my reality be? Should it be university? Should it be the great job, the perfect family, the never-ending supply of money? Or should it simply be living in such a way that I can love people until it hurts? I choose the later.
The next time you say you want a certain life though, ask yourself why. And then why you answered that way. We pursue certain lives and certain lifestyles because of the things the government and the media tells us. But who says they're right? Decide for yourself :)
A lot of my friends tell me that when they grow up, they want what has been often classified as the "American Dream." They want to get married, have a big house, a nice car, one (or none) kids, and lots and lots of money. Fairly standard, in fact, I wouldn't be surprised if several of the people reading this wanted the same thing. But I always want to scream at them "WHY???!!!!!" That sounds like the worst and most boring life I can imagine. Because in the end, you are only living for yourself. Our selfish little awful lives where no one talks to their neighbour next door and everyone is dying of loneliness and disconnection. Sometimes I even question the purpose of university, the "institution of the highest forms of knowledge and discovery." I mean, really... how much do you learn there? How to write a paper with the appropriate margins and word choices? How to draw a diagram without error? and this helps me how? not to say that I'm not learning. oh no, my 4.21/4.3 GPA will most certainly get me a job. or maybe not, since it took me two and half months to find a simple summer job since I've gotten back. And I applied for restaurant positions. hahaha. well, anyways, God blessed me with a job better than any restaurant position anyways and I am learning to be patient with His help. anyways, now I'm off track. lol.
All this to say that maybe our pursuit of money is not the reality that would make us most happy. Because in the end, money doesn't talk to you, it doesn't have a shoulder to cry on, it will never love you or hurt you or make you a better person. It will only give you THINGS. And at the end of our lives, I don't think I'd want to be known for the money I spent. I want to be known for the love I gave to the relationships with the people around me. And if that's the case, what should my reality be? Should it be university? Should it be the great job, the perfect family, the never-ending supply of money? Or should it simply be living in such a way that I can love people until it hurts? I choose the later.
The next time you say you want a certain life though, ask yourself why. And then why you answered that way. We pursue certain lives and certain lifestyles because of the things the government and the media tells us. But who says they're right? Decide for yourself :)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
To Passivity and Keats
So I thought I'd share some thought from some of my reading this week. In the book, Jesus for President by Shane Claiborne and Chris Haw, they talk about peacefully approaching our "enemies." They suggest DISARMING others. To refuse to oppose evil on its own terms but instead to transcend both passivity and violence in a third way. I thought I'd pass on a beautiful quote to whoever might read this.
"Evil can be opposed without being mirrored... oppressors can be resisted without being emulated... enemies can be neutralized without being destroyed."
In the three examples Jesus gives in Matthew's account, there are outlined three ways to disarm others. One is to look them into the eyes and let them see your scared humanity, not responding in anger but in humility. In Jesus' times, if you hit someone with your left hand, you could be banished for ten days, so you'd use a backslap to hit someone on the right cheek. A backslap is an insult, degradation, and form of humiliation. By not responding but leaving your right cheek available for the slap, you are showing them exactly how inhuman they are acting.
Second example is that if someone sues you for your clothes, give them your cloak also. In Jesus' times, only the poor were subject to this abuse since they had nothing else to give. By stripping themselves naked, the poor expose the greed of the rich and pour shame onto the one who has caused their nakedness.
The last example was that if a man asked you to walk a mile with them, you should walk two. Under Roman law, a citizen was required to walk a mile with a soldier to help them carry their supplies. To walk a second mile was actually an infraction of the military code. By walking that second mile though, they were saying, "I want to get to know you; You're important to me and I want to get to know you as a friend. I am willing to do more than you ask because I realize that you are a child of God."
These responses are "neither submission nor assault, neither fight nor flight." It is simply a loving call to those who haven't experienced the love of God. Our enemies are simply versions of humanity that have gone a little astray. And since God is love, if we deny someone love, we deny them God. And I'd hate to be the one looking into God's eyes when He finds out that his little child was denied access to his love because of a stuck up Christian.
To change the topic again, I read a beautiful poem by Keats and thought I'd share it with you.
"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair lady's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death."
"Evil can be opposed without being mirrored... oppressors can be resisted without being emulated... enemies can be neutralized without being destroyed."
In the three examples Jesus gives in Matthew's account, there are outlined three ways to disarm others. One is to look them into the eyes and let them see your scared humanity, not responding in anger but in humility. In Jesus' times, if you hit someone with your left hand, you could be banished for ten days, so you'd use a backslap to hit someone on the right cheek. A backslap is an insult, degradation, and form of humiliation. By not responding but leaving your right cheek available for the slap, you are showing them exactly how inhuman they are acting.
Second example is that if someone sues you for your clothes, give them your cloak also. In Jesus' times, only the poor were subject to this abuse since they had nothing else to give. By stripping themselves naked, the poor expose the greed of the rich and pour shame onto the one who has caused their nakedness.
The last example was that if a man asked you to walk a mile with them, you should walk two. Under Roman law, a citizen was required to walk a mile with a soldier to help them carry their supplies. To walk a second mile was actually an infraction of the military code. By walking that second mile though, they were saying, "I want to get to know you; You're important to me and I want to get to know you as a friend. I am willing to do more than you ask because I realize that you are a child of God."
These responses are "neither submission nor assault, neither fight nor flight." It is simply a loving call to those who haven't experienced the love of God. Our enemies are simply versions of humanity that have gone a little astray. And since God is love, if we deny someone love, we deny them God. And I'd hate to be the one looking into God's eyes when He finds out that his little child was denied access to his love because of a stuck up Christian.
To change the topic again, I read a beautiful poem by Keats and thought I'd share it with you.
"Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors--
No-yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair lady's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever-or else swoon to death."
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Comfort isn't very satisfying
I'm bored with my life. I have all this stuff and if I can be completely truthful, I really don't need it. I like it, but I don't need it.
You see, life is full of these things that last close to half an hour and then get boring. I buy a new set of clothes and am happy with them for about... 2 weeks and then get bored with them. I go out all the time because I'm never happy to do something in my own home and always feel like I need to be entertained. Why? I'm pretty sure my life is full of clutter and things that I need to get rid of. It's time for some spring cleaning in my own life. Ugh.
I want to escape the stupid lifestyle that everyone tells me I need to have. Maybe I don't want a lot of money, a nice house, a beautiful car, or some perfectly clean house that looks like its never been lived in. If I had a ratty old shack with a roof that was falling apart at the seams and old used furniture, but at least had friends and family who I loved and who loved me more than anything, I would be the happiest person on Earth.
Jesus was an amazing guy. He loved people sooo much. He lived, he cried, he laughed, and he loved like no person before. not only that, but he did all that with only the sandals on his feet, the clothes on his back, and the small provisions that he picked up along the way. If I can be even a tenth of the person he was, I would say that my life meant something. now, to get rid of the clutter... *sigh
You see, life is full of these things that last close to half an hour and then get boring. I buy a new set of clothes and am happy with them for about... 2 weeks and then get bored with them. I go out all the time because I'm never happy to do something in my own home and always feel like I need to be entertained. Why? I'm pretty sure my life is full of clutter and things that I need to get rid of. It's time for some spring cleaning in my own life. Ugh.
I want to escape the stupid lifestyle that everyone tells me I need to have. Maybe I don't want a lot of money, a nice house, a beautiful car, or some perfectly clean house that looks like its never been lived in. If I had a ratty old shack with a roof that was falling apart at the seams and old used furniture, but at least had friends and family who I loved and who loved me more than anything, I would be the happiest person on Earth.
Jesus was an amazing guy. He loved people sooo much. He lived, he cried, he laughed, and he loved like no person before. not only that, but he did all that with only the sandals on his feet, the clothes on his back, and the small provisions that he picked up along the way. If I can be even a tenth of the person he was, I would say that my life meant something. now, to get rid of the clutter... *sigh
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Looking up
Can i say something? I seem to be having this real difficulty with the church structure. I hate it so much that it frightens me a bit. I greatly dislike a pastor standing at a pulpit and telling me how to see a verse or passage. Some people are naturals at speaking and others need some more work, and I need to know that those needing some more work can be openly buffed and rebutted for their mistakes. It's definitely important to have some authority in a church, but I think more importantly that the church is the body of Christ, where Christ is the head, not the pastor. And the fact that the body is made up of many parts, each just as important as the other, makes me question whether or not having a pastor tell us what is or is not true each week is really the best structure for a church. My church does something called "home church" where the church can meet in small groups and discuss passages together and share insights and ideas together on a one-to-one level, and I love it. There's no authority except that which is there to direct us in where in the bible we are studying so that we can all share our ideas in small group and as a greater group. It's definitely a fun way of doing church.
Another important thing is the way the church reaches out. We are God's hands and feet, ready to love all and serve all... or at least, we should be. It's so important to me that I see this done in my church, where Jesus should be embodied in his lovers. Sometimes the church is so callous to the messes around us that we seclude ourselves and act like we are above them all. Truth is, everyone who walks into a church building is a mess that's wearing a mask. It's just that when everyone is wearing one, no one seems to notice. Ugh, what I wouldn't give for people to start going to church in their grubs and looking like they do before God on any other day. It's not like we only see God sunday mornings. I'm pretty sure the omniscient God sees you when your in your pjs drooling on your pillow too. And it's time that people (like me) started to sing with their heart, not their mouth. And then it's time that people (again like me) got off their high horse, scruffed down into the dirt, and started washing people's feet. We are soooooo loved by God. Everyone of us. Whether you choose to love Him back or not. we should be realizing how special each person is in His eyes and treating them like gold. which brings me into one more conversation I had the other day.
I am a passivist, and I am currently acknowledging my bias so that all are aware before I write this. My dad and I were arguing about whether or not it is morally right to kill someone who is threatening someone else's life. He said yes. I said no. I have many objections to this. Firstly, when Jesus said, "Love your enemies," I'm pretty sure putting a bullet through their head was not included in this "love." Secondly, who am I to judge whether someone lives or dies? I am human and make mistakes like any other person; I certainly hope that someone wouldn't sentence me to hell for the rest of eternity because they thought it'd be in my best interests. Thirdly, greater love has no man than this: to lay down his life for his friends. Jesus gave me the ultimate example. He could've stopped anyone from killing him at any time but he kept with it. He was abandoned by everyone he ever loved. His disciple and friend of three years denied ever knowing him. His followers didn't bother telling people that they knew him. He was alone in the world and sad, but he died for no reason at all because he loved them. He split the temple curtain in two, splitting the barrier and bringing God into the realm of man. That's powerful love. Can I justifiably kill one of the people that he loved to this extent? Do I have any more right to this love than them? I guess that's your choice, though the answer seems plain to me.
Well, it's way past my bedtime.
Over and out.
Another important thing is the way the church reaches out. We are God's hands and feet, ready to love all and serve all... or at least, we should be. It's so important to me that I see this done in my church, where Jesus should be embodied in his lovers. Sometimes the church is so callous to the messes around us that we seclude ourselves and act like we are above them all. Truth is, everyone who walks into a church building is a mess that's wearing a mask. It's just that when everyone is wearing one, no one seems to notice. Ugh, what I wouldn't give for people to start going to church in their grubs and looking like they do before God on any other day. It's not like we only see God sunday mornings. I'm pretty sure the omniscient God sees you when your in your pjs drooling on your pillow too. And it's time that people (like me) started to sing with their heart, not their mouth. And then it's time that people (again like me) got off their high horse, scruffed down into the dirt, and started washing people's feet. We are soooooo loved by God. Everyone of us. Whether you choose to love Him back or not. we should be realizing how special each person is in His eyes and treating them like gold. which brings me into one more conversation I had the other day.
I am a passivist, and I am currently acknowledging my bias so that all are aware before I write this. My dad and I were arguing about whether or not it is morally right to kill someone who is threatening someone else's life. He said yes. I said no. I have many objections to this. Firstly, when Jesus said, "Love your enemies," I'm pretty sure putting a bullet through their head was not included in this "love." Secondly, who am I to judge whether someone lives or dies? I am human and make mistakes like any other person; I certainly hope that someone wouldn't sentence me to hell for the rest of eternity because they thought it'd be in my best interests. Thirdly, greater love has no man than this: to lay down his life for his friends. Jesus gave me the ultimate example. He could've stopped anyone from killing him at any time but he kept with it. He was abandoned by everyone he ever loved. His disciple and friend of three years denied ever knowing him. His followers didn't bother telling people that they knew him. He was alone in the world and sad, but he died for no reason at all because he loved them. He split the temple curtain in two, splitting the barrier and bringing God into the realm of man. That's powerful love. Can I justifiably kill one of the people that he loved to this extent? Do I have any more right to this love than them? I guess that's your choice, though the answer seems plain to me.
Well, it's way past my bedtime.
Over and out.
Friday, May 8, 2009
In the Insanity of Life
Bonjour to whoever finds this blog. I don't expect anyone to read this, but you never know. Perhaps someday I will be writing this for more than myself :D I'm dreaming big here. lol.
well, I am home. That's quite the word, eh?--home. Like everything is comfortable and familiar in that place. You have friends, you have a place to go back to and live in, you have a setting in which you can easily immerse yourself in without feeling nervous. I noticed I'm now referring to university as home too. Good sign, I think.
So my first week back has been an adventure for sure. I'm discovering a little bit about how I've changed and how this "home" of mine has too. My high school friends that have moved onto university all got together the other day and it was interesting to note both how somethings never change and how others... do. Take my friends Lara and Alex for example. Everytime I meet them, we click. Like we've never even been separated. We fall back into place wherever we left off. And yet, things change. Actually, I'm pretty sure I've changed. It's weird trying to mesh my way back into Ontario and find things to talk about when I've been in a completely different place for three months. Lara was shocked at me when I agreed to go along with some rather sneaky cheating techniques. bahahahaha. we had some good laughs though, and definitely still lost to everyone there. lol. we are quite the team. :)
And then I was out the other day with some old friends from the youth group and felt so out of place. There are some budding couples in our tight-knit group now, and it was weird to be sitting there with two couples, and then me and my guy friend. Not that couples are bad in any way at all; it's nice to see "young love" (although I have to admit to feeling a tad bit jealous that I am quite single). It's just that I am very out of the loop and there are some couples of which I know one person much better than the other and so it can be a little awkward. Plus, two singles of the opposite sex plus two couples=awkward situation, especially if you only want to be friends with the single friend. Anywho, I ended up sneaking off a little bit later, lol. Don't get me wrong, I still love all of them, I'm just... not quite adjusted to everything that's been going on while I've been gone.
And then I've had some rather exhilerating days. Hahaha. Maybe not quite... exhilerating. Reading, jogging, eating, sleeping, or not sleeping because my dad is snoring so loudly I can hear him through the vents, bahaha. Actually that night was fun. I slept like... 3 hours, woke up at 5:15 am and then decided, "What the heck? I'm not sleeping. Why not go for a jog?" So I went for a run on 3 hours sleep at 5:30 in the morning. lolol. Random, but good fun. You should try it sometime. Then there was a day of laziness. A phone call, some reading, some eating, some facebooking, lol, what a joke facebook is. Like my computer profile and my 500 friends makes me popular. lol. It's good times though, I suppose. Can be a bit stupid though too. Anywho, that night was home church with the Meeting House and that has probably been the highlight of my week. I met up with my very rocking friend, Daniel Best who is D-Best, and just came back from Nicaragua and brought many beautiful photos and stories with him. And there was some really good discussion time which made me think very hard about some important stuff. Wow, that sentence was vague. Okay, to be more specific, the group was talking about more than the weather and saying "How are you?" "Oh! I'm good, and you?" "Oh, I'm good too." Like some good old thinking stuff about God and New Age beliefs and our place in the world. lol. Got to love those thinking questions. and then there was some amazing praising going on with the guitar and some AMAZING vocals. I have to say that the Kitty Murry home church has some rockin voices! I was shocked. felt good to worship Jesus with those people. and not only that, it felt real. They really made it seem like they were praising God, not the walls. It was beautiful.
Anywho, it is getting on into the night and I should definitely be trying to catch up on some Zs. Until later!
well, I am home. That's quite the word, eh?--home. Like everything is comfortable and familiar in that place. You have friends, you have a place to go back to and live in, you have a setting in which you can easily immerse yourself in without feeling nervous. I noticed I'm now referring to university as home too. Good sign, I think.
So my first week back has been an adventure for sure. I'm discovering a little bit about how I've changed and how this "home" of mine has too. My high school friends that have moved onto university all got together the other day and it was interesting to note both how somethings never change and how others... do. Take my friends Lara and Alex for example. Everytime I meet them, we click. Like we've never even been separated. We fall back into place wherever we left off. And yet, things change. Actually, I'm pretty sure I've changed. It's weird trying to mesh my way back into Ontario and find things to talk about when I've been in a completely different place for three months. Lara was shocked at me when I agreed to go along with some rather sneaky cheating techniques. bahahahaha. we had some good laughs though, and definitely still lost to everyone there. lol. we are quite the team. :)
And then I was out the other day with some old friends from the youth group and felt so out of place. There are some budding couples in our tight-knit group now, and it was weird to be sitting there with two couples, and then me and my guy friend. Not that couples are bad in any way at all; it's nice to see "young love" (although I have to admit to feeling a tad bit jealous that I am quite single). It's just that I am very out of the loop and there are some couples of which I know one person much better than the other and so it can be a little awkward. Plus, two singles of the opposite sex plus two couples=awkward situation, especially if you only want to be friends with the single friend. Anywho, I ended up sneaking off a little bit later, lol. Don't get me wrong, I still love all of them, I'm just... not quite adjusted to everything that's been going on while I've been gone.
And then I've had some rather exhilerating days. Hahaha. Maybe not quite... exhilerating. Reading, jogging, eating, sleeping, or not sleeping because my dad is snoring so loudly I can hear him through the vents, bahaha. Actually that night was fun. I slept like... 3 hours, woke up at 5:15 am and then decided, "What the heck? I'm not sleeping. Why not go for a jog?" So I went for a run on 3 hours sleep at 5:30 in the morning. lolol. Random, but good fun. You should try it sometime. Then there was a day of laziness. A phone call, some reading, some eating, some facebooking, lol, what a joke facebook is. Like my computer profile and my 500 friends makes me popular. lol. It's good times though, I suppose. Can be a bit stupid though too. Anywho, that night was home church with the Meeting House and that has probably been the highlight of my week. I met up with my very rocking friend, Daniel Best who is D-Best, and just came back from Nicaragua and brought many beautiful photos and stories with him. And there was some really good discussion time which made me think very hard about some important stuff. Wow, that sentence was vague. Okay, to be more specific, the group was talking about more than the weather and saying "How are you?" "Oh! I'm good, and you?" "Oh, I'm good too." Like some good old thinking stuff about God and New Age beliefs and our place in the world. lol. Got to love those thinking questions. and then there was some amazing praising going on with the guitar and some AMAZING vocals. I have to say that the Kitty Murry home church has some rockin voices! I was shocked. felt good to worship Jesus with those people. and not only that, it felt real. They really made it seem like they were praising God, not the walls. It was beautiful.
Anywho, it is getting on into the night and I should definitely be trying to catch up on some Zs. Until later!
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Home
After two hours and twenty minutes of sitting and waiting, I arrived back into the Hamilton airport and was greeted with the open arms of my dad and sister who so kindly helped me with my VERY heavy luggage. Well, at least what came through after the extra hour of waiting due to red alert thunderstorm activity. One bag is currently lost somewhere between Moncton and Calgary, and I am waiting for a call to tell me that all is good for me to come and pick it up. Let's hope that all does go well.
Other than that, it was sooo good to come home, get in the door of my rather shabby under-construction hallway (and living room and bedroom and basement...), hear the squeaking of my good friend Kiwi the parrot and the purring of my cat Pebbles, and of course, get many more warm hugs from my fabulous brother Myles and my lovely mother. Coming home is strange because the moment you walk in the door, it's like you never even left. You know where everything is, you know who everyone is, and you can freely walk around and lounge around as you please. No expectations except to be a part of your family. And I can't wait to see my friends and give them the biggest hugs yet and spend the longest summer of my life having some wild memories and adventures. I cannot wait for a sunny day to go for a hike, swim, play, or simply lounge about in the yard and tan. Hurray! Plus... summer reading!!! can't wait! I love digging into the plots, adventures, and mishaps of these characters. I love imagining that I am part of the story too, or putting myself into the life of one of the characters and participating in the story myself. I was introduced to metafiction/post-modernism in my english class, and I have firmly decided that it is my favourite kind of writing yet. I can't wait to look into some good metafiction authors like Stoppard and Barth. I was watching the Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail and totally started analyzing it and looking at the tyranny of the author/director and the awareness of the movie as a movie. It made me quite content. :) Well, it's getting late here. til later!
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Other than that, it was sooo good to come home, get in the door of my rather shabby under-construction hallway (and living room and bedroom and basement...), hear the squeaking of my good friend Kiwi the parrot and the purring of my cat Pebbles, and of course, get many more warm hugs from my fabulous brother Myles and my lovely mother. Coming home is strange because the moment you walk in the door, it's like you never even left. You know where everything is, you know who everyone is, and you can freely walk around and lounge around as you please. No expectations except to be a part of your family. And I can't wait to see my friends and give them the biggest hugs yet and spend the longest summer of my life having some wild memories and adventures. I cannot wait for a sunny day to go for a hike, swim, play, or simply lounge about in the yard and tan. Hurray! Plus... summer reading!!! can't wait! I love digging into the plots, adventures, and mishaps of these characters. I love imagining that I am part of the story too, or putting myself into the life of one of the characters and participating in the story myself. I was introduced to metafiction/post-modernism in my english class, and I have firmly decided that it is my favourite kind of writing yet. I can't wait to look into some good metafiction authors like Stoppard and Barth. I was watching the Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail and totally started analyzing it and looking at the tyranny of the author/director and the awareness of the movie as a movie. It made me quite content. :) Well, it's getting late here. til later!
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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