8.31.2007
King Day – Our Flagstaff/Sedona trip
Have a lovely Labor Day weekend! Stay tuned for pictures from our upcoming San Diego trip...
8.29.2007
Vacationing like a king!
Hello! I've just returned from Flagstaff, day 4 of vacation. I've got tons of pictures and quotables to share, but not tonight.
8.27.2007
Missed Connection
Saw you on Gilbert Rd.
Your classic car caught my eye in my side mirror.
You were looking for something.
Coffee, Booger Boy?
Your classic car caught my eye in my side mirror.
You were looking for something.
Coffee, Booger Boy?
8.22.2007
Nostalgia
Francine Rivers, I Am Not
To break up the insane amount of work I'm doing at home, Mandy and I sat out on the balcony tonight. Blue Moon in hand, she read aloud a story I wrote when I was 15. It was supposed to be a Civil War love story that paralleled the story of Joseph. (I thought this was better reading than from the notebook marked, "Starfleet Academy Cadet Luz") Tears of deep laughter descended upon reading my excellent penmanship and brilliant constructed sentences like,
"And why do you want to go [with me into town]?" "To protect you from prospecting women looking for a handsome war hero."
"It's bumpier than sliding your hide on a cobblestone street!"
A tiny bell clinked as they entered. Mixed smells greeted them. Peppermint, spices, butterscotch, rum, and feed filled their nostrils.
Needless to say, I am quite confident that my calling is not to be a historical fiction novelist.
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Portland Memories
I came across a collage I did during camp a few years ago from our day trip to Portland. I'm perpetually smitten with the northwest. Coffee. Mountains. Rain. Powell's Books. It has it all.
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Fearless
Since I was young, I've kept a journal fairly regularly. I love looking back, remembering, seeing where I've been, how I've changed, and so on. Especially on a yearly basis. For example, last year, I was cutting boxes (something I am terribly grateful not to be doing again!). After reading stories on the balcony, I flipped through my journal from last year and came across some thoughts about someone I was interested in at the time. I don't think he ever knew. A line jumped out from my sobering processing of my heart and emotions, evidencing the Holy Spirit guarding my heart by bringing to mind what was True. "The powers of speculation push only faster into the depths of unrequited love...and threaten to destroy what little communion is there." I look back on that time with a slight sense of pain. It's taken months to move past a habit of allowing weak hope to be built on intuition, then crashing with fierce disappointment. The Lord has brought me to a place where I seek to love fearlessly and truthfully, not timidly, based on my own speculations. And with faith, knowing that I am called foremost to love my community genuinely. Someday I will be unexpectedly surprised by someone seen or yet to be known.
And on that note, I leave you with one of my favorite poems
Perfect love banishes fear (1 John 4:18, NEB)
The risk of love
is that of being unreturned.
For if I love too deep,
too hard, too long
and you love little
or you love
me not at all
then is my treasure given,
gone,
flown away lonely.
But if you give me back
passion for passion,
return my burning,
add your own
dark fire to flame my heart
then is love perfect
hot, round, augmented,
whole, endless, infinite,
and it is fear
that flies.
(--Polishing the Petoskey Stone: Selected Poems , Luci Shaw)
To break up the insane amount of work I'm doing at home, Mandy and I sat out on the balcony tonight. Blue Moon in hand, she read aloud a story I wrote when I was 15. It was supposed to be a Civil War love story that paralleled the story of Joseph. (I thought this was better reading than from the notebook marked, "Starfleet Academy Cadet Luz") Tears of deep laughter descended upon reading my excellent penmanship and brilliant constructed sentences like,
"And why do you want to go [with me into town]?" "To protect you from prospecting women looking for a handsome war hero."
"It's bumpier than sliding your hide on a cobblestone street!"
A tiny bell clinked as they entered. Mixed smells greeted them. Peppermint, spices, butterscotch, rum, and feed filled their nostrils.
Needless to say, I am quite confident that my calling is not to be a historical fiction novelist.
------
Portland Memories
I came across a collage I did during camp a few years ago from our day trip to Portland. I'm perpetually smitten with the northwest. Coffee. Mountains. Rain. Powell's Books. It has it all.
----
Fearless
Since I was young, I've kept a journal fairly regularly. I love looking back, remembering, seeing where I've been, how I've changed, and so on. Especially on a yearly basis. For example, last year, I was cutting boxes (something I am terribly grateful not to be doing again!). After reading stories on the balcony, I flipped through my journal from last year and came across some thoughts about someone I was interested in at the time. I don't think he ever knew. A line jumped out from my sobering processing of my heart and emotions, evidencing the Holy Spirit guarding my heart by bringing to mind what was True. "The powers of speculation push only faster into the depths of unrequited love...and threaten to destroy what little communion is there." I look back on that time with a slight sense of pain. It's taken months to move past a habit of allowing weak hope to be built on intuition, then crashing with fierce disappointment. The Lord has brought me to a place where I seek to love fearlessly and truthfully, not timidly, based on my own speculations. And with faith, knowing that I am called foremost to love my community genuinely. Someday I will be unexpectedly surprised by someone seen or yet to be known.
And on that note, I leave you with one of my favorite poems
Perfect love banishes fear (1 John 4:18, NEB)
The risk of love
is that of being unreturned.
For if I love too deep,
too hard, too long
and you love little
or you love
me not at all
then is my treasure given,
gone,
flown away lonely.
But if you give me back
passion for passion,
return my burning,
add your own
dark fire to flame my heart
then is love perfect
hot, round, augmented,
whole, endless, infinite,
and it is fear
that flies.
(--Polishing the Petoskey Stone: Selected Poems , Luci Shaw)
8.20.2007
Designer Love
This popped up on my RSS feed today and has to be one of the best proposals ever.
(I feel like I ought to add a disclaimer for my gentleman friends who now hate poor Erich, noting that it's really the thought that counts. The art of proposal coincides with the depth of knowing your beloved. I, for one, would be completely thrilled at the discovery of a ring in the bottom of my coffee cup.)
(I feel like I ought to add a disclaimer for my gentleman friends who now hate poor Erich, noting that it's really the thought that counts. The art of proposal coincides with the depth of knowing your beloved. I, for one, would be completely thrilled at the discovery of a ring in the bottom of my coffee cup.)
Unintended Hiatus
Hello, lovelies. I'm three days behind on photos and a massive video project this next week. Some photos may be on their way, but they'll probably be of the loopy-induced kind. The Luz Café is extending its hours this week. I might poke my head out for a bit to get some sunshine, but expect to see little of me until after Sunday.
8.17.2007
8.15.2007
Photo-A-Day: August 15
Mandy and I experimented in the kitchen for breakfast. Savory French Toast was our goal...and I am proud to say we succeed with tasty results. While I can only give approximations (I'm all about "intuitive cooking"), we concluded our best concoction involved eggs, a glug of milk, herbs de Provençe, a splash of balsamic vinegar, a squeeze of lemon, and salt and pepper to taste. Topped with mozzarella and sliced tomatoes, we ate our fill.
S is for Screaming and Smashing, not Sharing
My love of showering was ruined today. Anticipating a lovely hot bath, I nearly stepped in until I was greeted by this huge, nasty bugger:
Needless to say, there was much shrieking. Mandy was kind enough to come and smash the cockroach with a shoe, as Liz and I were screaming and convulsing in opposite ends of the room. This is all to say...I'm a little more cautious about where I leave my toothbrush.
Needless to say, there was much shrieking. Mandy was kind enough to come and smash the cockroach with a shoe, as Liz and I were screaming and convulsing in opposite ends of the room. This is all to say...I'm a little more cautious about where I leave my toothbrush.
8.14.2007
"Be Awesome. Repeat."
Liz & Mandy. Migros toilet paper. Professors who affirm your calling. Cereality. Kitschy couches. Bungalows. Wandering empty hallways. Letterpressed paper.
...For these I am grateful today.
8.13.2007
Photo-A-Day: August 13
I couldn't decide which one I liked better, so I'm posting both!
Bonnie was a willing subject in my light painting experiments.
Bonnie was a willing subject in my light painting experiments.
8.12.2007
Welcome, Mandy!
A special welcome to our newest roommate at Casita de la Risita, Mandy! She hails originally from Maryland, but has come to us from working restoration in New Orleans. She loves Dwell, cereal, and G.K. Chesterton. She actually brought a bag full of cool bricks to put in our "backyard" (for which she apparently has a vision). Mandy is an amazing person and I am so excited she's come to join us!
8.10.2007
Photo-A-Day: August 10
I decided that this should be the photo of the day, because I just think my brother looks great with his new haircut. (Thanks, Jenna!)
8.09.2007
It was all Yellow
Paz and I were Simpsonized. Although, I think that my brother came out way geekier and I came out far more glamorous than both of us are. What do y'all look like?
8.08.2007
Photo-A-Day: August 8
45th & Division
(I accidentally left my camera at the church, so today's photo is one from my portfolio.) Stumptown Coffee is my most favorite coffee shop in the world. When I visited Portland a few years ago, I made a point to visit as many Stumptown locations as I possibly could (because of a recommendation from Mr. D. Garfield). This place only confirmed my love of the northwest.
Headline of the Day
Giant Lego Man Found in Sea
(Reuters) Staff at a drinks stand in the Netherlands resort of Zandvoort were amazed to find a 2.5-meter (8-foot) Lego man washed up on the beach Tuesday. It was rescued from the water and placed upright on the beach, to the delight of children. Nobody had any idea where the smiling Lego figure had come from, but there was speculation it might have come over from England, while suspicious pundits on the Web site Reddit feared it might be a Trojan horse "full of small Lego people about to attack Holland." However the ungrammatical slogan on the figure's chest, "No real than you are," led via a Google search to www.egoleonard.com, a Dutch Web site which appears to belong to an artist or art collective. Perhaps the mysterious figure is just another work of environmental art.
8.07.2007
Summer Bookish
I'm reading these because imagination is a lost art.
I'm reading this one to make others feel uncomfortable.
I'm reading this one to make others feel really uncomfortable. Although once the initial shock passes, this is a fantastic book. I've already drafted a blog post with some thoughts as it is refreshingly challenging.
I'm stuck on a crossword puzzle in this one.
I'm reading this one to make others feel uncomfortable.
I'm reading this one to make others feel really uncomfortable. Although once the initial shock passes, this is a fantastic book. I've already drafted a blog post with some thoughts as it is refreshingly challenging.
I'm stuck on a crossword puzzle in this one.
8.06.2007
8.05.2007
Photo-A-Day: August 5
"The Antigambler." A self-portrait.
I've often considered myself the "anti-gambler", holding my cards close, playing only if there's surety in winning. Adventure is one of my loves, but only when it comes to not risking personally. New food, spontaneity, traveling to new places, these are all tantalizing to me...but loving the hard-hearted, asking difficult, uncomfortable questions, sacrificing what I hold dear–I'd receive an A+ for "shirking."
Kenny Rodger's song, "The Gambler" seems to exemplify my struggles:
You gotta know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away, know when to run
You can't count your money when you're sittin' at the table
There'll be time for counting cards when the game is done
Photo-A-Day: August 3 & 4
This was the photo I intended to take August 3rd. The title for this one is "Chipped". My feet are probably my least favorite in terms of bodily aesthetics...yet are very much a part of who I am. Someday, someone will love me despite my hairy, Montana, "potato-pickin'-toes".
Detail from the center-pull skein of yarn I wound today. I'll be making a baby touqe for some expecting friends.
8.04.2007
Sickie
Sorry for no August 3rd photo. I was down for most of the day feeling ill. I'll make up with two photos today, as I am feeling much, much better!
8.02.2007
Perfectionism
Perfectionism is the voice of the oppressor, the enemy of the people.
It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life.
—Anne Lamott
It will keep you cramped and insane your whole life.
—Anne Lamott
8.01.2007
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