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A site that would've inspired my odd photo collection if I hadn't already started it.

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and if I had webspace to upload pictures to I would COPY THEM! With no shame or guilt or remorse!

it's rad.

The rich man who made the Iron Chef arena is adorable! The way he eats that little puck of food in the opening: he appreciates good food. He seems so pleased with his arena... he just looks like a happy man who likes food. Good for him.

So, today I got a parcel from Cascadia Community College. It contained a certificate honoring me for making the Honor Roll. How nice! I wonder if they realize I haven't even been to their school since (ahh, he just ate a yellow pepper! He looks so happy!) last spring! Crazy kids...

Folklife festival tomorrow! Ow ow! Good times with hippies, hicks, and potheads! Not to mention every djembe player this side of the mountains. It will be fun, hopefully, in the sun!

Time for a walk!

I love it when God interferes with my pathetic plans by using technology.

I guess what I was going to say just wasn't meant to be said.

God is divine.

I read yet another rad article in my Visual Comm magazine and ran across several amazing websites for design and other areas of visual comm. The best, I must say, is Square Pig. Six minutes of little Adobe movies that, even in their supposed simplicity, knocked me over. Wildfire and Swiss Cheese esp. Check these out, they are beautiful.

Good morning!

So really, most of us are just finishing our yesterdays but I felt a strong desire to be the first one to wish you all a good morning! I was reading this rad article tonight abotu thank you notes and some quality ideas for thank you notes and it just inspired me to think of r.a.k.s and other good fun things like that. We'll see what will come of this new, devious, lot in my jobless life.

On the upside of the job situation: I had a babysitting gig tonight (more on that later) and another for 8 hours on friday. I also may have a yardwork gig (aha, Austin! I am stealing your vocation!) for the summer at a beautiful house in Bellevue. I can be a bit vicious with a hedge trimmer though, so I may have to tone that down a bit. Aside from that, still looking, still applying and still hoping that someone will cave and hire a poor college student with no retail experience to speak of. in time, in time.

On a side note: Ryan, I dig your blog. It's rad getting your perspective on the different happenings of everyday life and the life of Carly Bishop and the different parts that myself and others contribute.

On another side note: Adrianne, sorry I missed your call tonight, mon petite chou chou! My whole night lit up when I heard you called! Thanks for that!

One still another side note: Carly, I've had your new song stuck in my head all day. It's been quite a good day!

Wouldn't it be rad if blogger had a template that allowed side bars so that all of my sidenotes wouldn't actually be in the main body of text. That would be too wonderful.

So there I was standing in a garage east of Maltby with two little girls and a boy tracing circles around me with their skooters and Banana's in Pajamas bike. I had to step out of the circle because I was getting terribly dizzy. One girl, Kristin, (who I actually didn't know) claimed to be 18 (she was actually 6) and traced the circle while singing, "I'm the ice cream girl!" over and over and over and over and over.... and over.

Gracie (who I do know) was tracing her own circles laughing hysterically. Kristin and Gracie dubbed me their mother deciding we would play house. Micah (the little boy on the Banana's in Pajamas bicycle) was our BIG dog (not little!). Well, Kristin and Gracie were tracing their circles and told me they were going out for the evening.

"Going out?! With who!?"

"My boyfriend," Kristin chimed.

"What? Who said you could have a boyfriend?"

"I'm going out too, with my boyfriend," Gracie said.

"No, no, no. You can't date till you're 35."

"Well, I'm 34," Gracie aged 32 years in a matter of seconds.

"Then you still can't go out."

Alas, my mothering is still quite shabby. Their boyfriends, Andrew and David followed them on their skooters to the movies and dinner despite my wishes.

"Come on Andrew, baby, hurry up."

Kristin settled in a corner of the garage (aka the movie theatre) and leaned over to kiss Andrew (aka a cardboard box).

"No!! I can't believe you just kissed him, that's so gross!"

"Look, Leah, I'm dancing with my boyfriend instead of kissing!"

"Good, Gracie! Very good!"

Then Gracie stepped over to the darkside and went and kissed her boyfriend (aka the cardboard box). The worst part was when Superman Dog (Micah) hopped off his bike and went to the little kissing booth as well.

I've lost them all.

"Twenty years ago there was a crying need for an expression of faith relevant to the issues of the day. Contemporary Christianity sough to answer that call. Now a different need gnaws at my own soul. It's a need for history, for roots, for substance. As the church today gets increasingly popular--more and more need-oriented, responding to the buttons that people push in their pews--I find myself longing for a historical faith. I find myself not wanting to have everything explained to me in simple terms. I'm not sure I want the paraphrase anymore, not sure I want the mystery solved.

"Why was a sacrifice necessary in the first place? Why does there have to be a cross? Why do I find myself longing even for the poetic beauty of King James English that left me wondering? Why do I find myself wanting to go back to hearing an organ again? No, not a glorious pipe organ in a four-thousand-sear auditorium, but one of those ugly sounding electric onces with someone's grandmother struggling through all four verses of a two-hundred-year-old hymn as we try to sing out way through ancient words that somehow capture, if only for a moment, the mystery of the knowledge of God."

--John Fischer, On a Hill Too Far Away

The passage in James about Taming the Tongue again came alive to me tonight. After a brief conversation with someone, they left my presence in a hurry and I was at a complete loss as to why. When I stopped to reconsider the situation I realized that I had no clue what may have come out of this hideous pit of a mouth so as to incite this person to possibly take some form of offense. Dangerous.

Even in my everyday dealings with people, I enjoy railing a bit on people. All in fun, but I am considering it's necessity and if it is as fun for the person as it is for me. There could be a healthy balance if the person and I have come to some form of agreement in the railing process where we rail off eachother in a reciprocal fashion and acknowledge this is a simple expression of our love for eachother... but I have not come to this agreement with everyone. Some railings just seem to serve as a conversational tactic for me, but when I walk away from a person, I want them to leave me feeling encouraged, not belittled.

This reminds me of a friend from school. Everyone knows and respects Aidan. Though a conversation with him can be a slow process, it's always worthwhile. Aidan doesn't say anything without thoroughly thinking through his words. He looks you in the eye. He gives you his full attention. He collects graphing calculators. He never mocks someone else to lift himself up.

The only people I have a right to rail on are Carly, Erin, and, in actuality, only myself. (Carly and Erin, I like you both a lot!) Carly, Erin, and I have that agreement I discussed before. We rail on eachother but always walk away encouraged because we know the importance of lifting eachother up as well. I think next year I will also have a little more opportunity to rail on my future roomate because, well... I don't know. (Adrianne I miss you SO much!). I can rail on myself as much as I want and there is plenty for me to rail on (like where did I learn how to dress!? you should've seen the odd concoction I put together tonight! it was so bad!).........(but I really liked it...) and I would much rather rail on myself and smash my own ego (which really shouldn't exist) than someone else's.

So, I suppose the reason I write to you of this is so you can hold me accountable. Don't let me rail on you.

Next topic: does anyone know what I mean by rail? I do. But I realize I completely took the word, used it in the wrong context and added my own connotative meaning to it. What fun! Words are killer.

In other news, check out this picture!