Wednesday, April 26

"Americans are closing their eyes to open the worlds' to an unseen war. By lying down, we are joining the invisible children in northern Uganda, and demanding that our government put an end to the longest running war in Africa, and one of the worst crises in the world today."

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Saturday, April 22

it has come to this

Unless I wanted a SouthBeach Fiesta Wrap, I was going to have to be creative in order to eat tonight. Turns out, I did not want a SouthBeach wrap (the whole SouthBeach theme going on in my dad's kitchen is quite humerous to me, by the way). Surveyed the fridge: Pimento Cheese Spread Family Size, half-can sized Cokes and Dr. Peppers, Bread and Butter Pickles, a pony, a potato, bacon, Sharp Cheddar, and...what's that? What do I see perched in their rectangular plastic carton? The Incredible Edible Egg.

A week ago I could have scrambled that egg, and that was about it. Or, I could have boiled it. But the satisfaction of a boiled egg is slim without a little pedastal to put it on, and a butler to serve it under a shiny, pewter dish. But, my recent education on eggs and egg preparation boiled to the top of my brain, and my salivatory glands did back flips, when I recalled the highly acclaimed "Fried Egg Sandwich," which was introduced to my pallet last week.

On purpose, and out of purely my volition and desire, I cooked for myself and ate a Fried Egg Sandwich for my evening meal. Thank you, Dr. Drew, for the instruction and encouragement in such endeavors. Next stop: Bananas.

Monday, April 17

flowers

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Easter with Emily

He fumbles at your soul
As players at the keys
Before they drop full music on,
He stuns you by degrees,
Prepares your brittle nature
For the ethereal blow
By fainter hammers, further heard,
Then nearer -- then so slow
Your breath has time to straighten,
Your brain to bubble cool --
Deals one imperial thunderbolt
That scalps your naked soul.

Your Soul-- Dickinson

Tuesday, April 11

policy schmolicy

This is a sentence from the study sheet for my Econ exam. I have read this sentence at least 5 times, and each time I think I understand less of the sentence:

"Besides discretionary fiscal policy, there are various stabilizers to counteract decreased or increased aggregate demand: transfer payments, progressive tax rates, unemployment insurance."

Basic Economics has been my nemisis this semester. But, actually, maybe not. I think for something to be my "nemisis" would mean that I actually care what "it" does to me. I do not. However, I do find it quite hilarious that my class is convinced that I am a communist. I'm deeply considering entitling my final research paper "The Joys of Communism ~ a memoir." My class feels this way because I bring the issue equality, the image of God, and respectability of all human life into every class discussion about capitalism and fair wages and government spending and the sort. I wonder if people actually think before they speak anymore?

"How can we be expected to respect faceless people, people that don't even respect our government's laws and regulations?" said Ms. I-Do-My-Homework-But-Don't-Consider-What-Jesus-Would-Have-to-Say-About-American-Policy-on-Illegal-Immigrants.

(note: names have been changed to protect the identiy of the ignorant)

Of course it is easier to love those that love you and those that respect your country's "policies." Loving those without a face might be harder, but loving those that love you is a shortcut. Loving and respecting those who don't follow the rules is counter-cultural. Loving those that don't love you is what we signed up for when we say that our Savior King came from Nazareth and that his suffering, death, and resurrection were sufficient and put an end to all this mud-pie-making, gave us a clean clothes, and asked us to follow.

Saturday, April 1

we love this guy

This man is partly to thank for the creation of such crazy people. Take it up with him. Posted by Picasa

flaming meat

I just can't get enough of these sword-kabobs. Posted by Picasa

pirate tendencies

It's my birthday, I deserved this sword. Posted by Picasa

we're twins, i promise.

quite the dichotomy... Posted by Picasa

get it, dad!

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flaming birthday kabobs

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