Saturday, December 11, 2010

Magic


Magic.

Being lost in your own world. With music. On a bus.
Going from home to home.
People surrounding you can't hear the strains of Wagner in your ears.
The dark of the night world is lit up by the starry streetlights and cars.
The straining of the violins breaks your heart.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Advent, Week Two: What are you giving up?


Did you know that the average person does not give things up for Advent? Well, when a small, uninformed person like myself begins to discover this, what does she do? She promptly tells everyone she knows to give stuff up, of course. Then, they don't.
That's ok, however. She now has material with which to write a blog post. Basically, I am just curious, do you give things up for Lent? Think of this as a survey. No pressure to respond, but if you could respond, I'd love to hear your opinions.

Now the Second Week of Advent.This week has (unfortunately) had a stronger ring: only a few days left until finals. Those pesky little cumulative tests. Ah, the joys of college! Yet, only one week until its all over. So, happy studying and Adieu.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Advent: Week I

Subtitle: How God's Really Good About Telling You What You Need To Hear When You Need To Hear It.



Today I walked into Mass feeling frustrated and disoriented. There's so much in my life that I'm not excelling at, that I want to happen now, events and situations that I want to occur instantly. My perpetual impatience was getting the better of me again. I went in, thinking: "How long, God? Why does everything in this life take forever?"

I was wrapped up in my own self-pitying interior monologue, when the priest started his homily with the sentence: "We are here to engage in subversive activity." I snapped out of my trance and paid rapt attention from then on-I was intrigued. What subversive activity were we engaging in exactly? His answer: Advent. Essentially, his homily was about the absence of Advent in our society. Our American society is in an obesity epidemic, yes, but the real epidemic, the root of all these problems, is the epidemic of perpetual adolescence. We have lost all sense of self-control, of self-denial, of delayed gratification. We have to have whatever we want and whenever we want it-a.k.a. NOW. We have an awful difficulty telling ourselves "no" or even "not now, later."

Clearly, he continued, a culture that has this attitude has no use for Advent. And a culture that lacks the foresight to look to the good in the future, even when the present is glum, lacks hope. When he said that, the sadness of our current cultural situation struck me. How awful and how true-our culture is a culture that lacks hope. We grasp onto whatever immediate pleasure we can because all too soon the moment will pass and we'll be left empty again. Human beings simply can't live hope-it's human nature to always be able to look down to the end of the dark tunnel and see that light. Our culture has lost the light of hope-we're lost in the darkness of the tunnel. What an awful idea-a life void of hope.

As I listened to these words, I realized they were exactly what I needed to hear. My own outlook had been sadly lacking in hope, trust, or any sort of virtue besides adolescent impatience. God's timing is the best timing, and although it may be difficult for me to always follow, He knows best. Thus, my new Advent resolution is to join the subversives, and cultivate an Advent-like attitude of patience, trust, and hope. Engage in subversive activity: celebrate Advent!


Countdown to Christmas Day:
22 days

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Reflections on Pizza...



College=pizza.




There is nothing more attractive to a college student than free food. Being a cheapskate in search of free food is part of what it means to be a college student. When I was a senior in high school, I witnessed a friend of mine, who had recently become a college freshman, stuff five packs of Nutter Butters into his pant pockets. I was baffled by his uncharacteristic behavior, and I marveled at the sight. His reply: "Just you wait a year." A year later, I now sneak food out of the dining hall like a champion. It's indisputable and undeniable. College is filled with free food, and more specifically- pizza. Everywhere you turn there are events posters using the magic phrase "FREE PIZZA" to lure students to attend events.
"Come to hall council! FREE PIZZA!" "Come weave baskets with the multicultural club! FRE PIZZA!" "Come to a lecture by Professor Collons on the biological composition of stars! FREE PIZZA!"

But why pizza?

Theory 1:
Pizza is cheap. Thus, the establishment, wishing to provide free food for their students, provides endless amounts of pizza, because it costs next to nothing and is filling.
Theory 2:
College kids love pizza. Thus, groups cater to the tastes of their audiences and provide what they want-pizza.
Sub Theory A) College kids like pizza no better than any other food, but the ready supply of pizza available to them has conditioned them to love pizza.
Sub Theory B) College kids like pizza because it is essentially cheese and bread-two of the most mild, basic, universally-liked foods known to mankind.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

This Crazy Thing Called Love

Love is oftentimes thought of as an emotion or feeling that one falls in and out of at one's leisure. However, through my own limited experience I have found this to be untrue. Love is so much more than your fancy's inclination. It is rather a true desire of one's heart in conjunction with an act of one's will. It is often not expressed in the stereotypical manner of sonnets and ballads, but in thousands of little inconsequential ways that go largely unnoticed.

Love hides itself in the small corners of our beings and pervades all that we do. Love is present when we are awakened in the wee hours of the morning to a sister who is suffering from the stomach flu and is in need of assistance. It is in every skinned knee that needs to be kissed. It resides in every friend that needs a sympathetic ear. It rests in every thoughtful deed that is done with no expectation of thanks.

Love outpours when we make the decision to put others before ourselves. Love is the unselfish desire for the welling being and happiness of another.

It is in this way that God loves us. God so desires our well being, both physical and spiritual, and our happiness that He sent His only son into the world to die for us. Above all things He wishes us to attain true happiness through sharing in His eternal perfection. His love for us is so great that the only thing He desires from us is our love, as imperfect as it is, in return.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Joy in the Little Things

Barter
by Sara Teasdale

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up,
Holding wonder like a cup.

Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like the curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.

Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Awesome Things

A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world.
~Leo Buscaglia

Small things are the awesome things. That's why I love this:

1000 Awesome Things.

Because the small things are the things that make life scintillate with joy.

Things like:

Catching up to a car that passed you.


The Moon

Halloween-Candy-Trading

House Decorations.

Double-Spacing your essays

Clean Underwear!

Ice Cream Trucks

It's the little things in life that make up the beauty. One of my favorite spots at Notre Dame is the single white rose bush on campus. There are red and pink roses all over campus, but only one white rose bush. It's a beautiful singularity.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Eternal Rest Grant Unto Them

Prayer for the Souls in Purgatory

Eternal Father, I offer Thee the Most Precious Blood of Thy Divine Son, Jesus,
in union with the masses said throughout the world today,
for all the holy souls in purgatory,
for sinners everywhere,
for sinners in the universal church,
those in my own home and within my family. Amen.

From the readings for today:

"The souls of the just are in the hand of God,
and no torment shall touch them. They seemed, in the view of the foolish, to be dead; and their passing away was thought an affliction and their going forth from us, utter destruction. But they are in peace. For if before men, indeed, they be punished, yet is their hope full of immortality; chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed, because God tried them and found them worthy of himself. As gold in the furnace, he proved them, and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself. In the time of their visitation they shall shine, and shall dart about as sparks through stubble; they shall judge nations and rule over peoples, and the Lord shall be their King forever. Those who trust in him shall understand truth, and the faithful shall abide with him in love: because grace and mercy are with his holy ones, and his care is with his elect."
Wisdom 3:1-9

Monday, November 1, 2010

All Saints' Day


"After this I had a vision of a great multitude,
which no one could count,
from every nation, race, people, and tongue.
They stood before the throne and before the Lamb,
wearing white robes and holding palm branches in their hands.
They cried out in a loud voice:

“Salvation comes from our God, who is seated on the throne,
and from the Lamb.”

All the angels stood around the throne
and around the elders and the four living creatures.
They prostrated themselves before the throne,
worshiped God, and exclaimed:

“Amen. Blessing and glory, wisdom and thanksgiving,
honor, power, and might
be to our God forever and ever. Amen.”

Then one of the elders spoke up and said to me,
“Who are these wearing white robes, and where did they come from?”
I said to him, “My lord, you are the one who knows.”
He said to me,
“These are the ones who have survived the time of great distress;
they have washed their robes
and made them white in the Blood of the Lamb.”

Revelation 7:9-14

(And speaking of the future and what it holds...)

"Beloved, we are God’s children now;
what we shall be has not yet been revealed.
We do know that when it is revealed we shall be like him."

1 John 3:2

Both passages are taken from the readings for the Solemnity of All Saints

What's Around the River Bend

(So apparently Desdemona and I think along the same lines -- I started my draft first, but she beat me to the posting punch.)

Sometimes, okay, most of the time, I wish God would be a little more explicit in His life directions. It would make life so much simpler. Instead of little spiritual nudges and feelings of peace, He could send an e-mail with instructions for the days events laid out in great detail. I wouldn't have to worry about discerning or choosing. The questions that I want answers to are both mundane and profound -- as Desdemona put it, "What should I wear today? What should I do with my life? What does God want me to do?" -- everything from the time I should go to bed at night to what on earth I should do after graduating. Maybe it's because I started sophomore year, and graduation (and the real world) just seem that much nearer. Maybe it's because it's autumn, and I always get pensive and melancholic during the autumn. Whatever the reason, I've just been thinking about my life lately -- Where do I want to go? What do I want to do with this life of mine? What does God want me to do with it?

Of course I have dreams and aspirations. I want to be a writer, a wife, a mother. I want to live in San Francisco/New York/Washington D.C./some other big city (but not LA) for a couple years after graduating. I want to go to grad school. I want to travel in Europe. I want to own a house with a dining room, second story, and attached garage. I have a bucket list. There are a million and one things that I'd like to do before I die.

But what do I actually see myself doing? My realism is warring with my idealism. Whenever I look at the glossy magazine spreads of chic downtown lofts or impeccably arrayed women, my idealistic self nods in agreement and immediately begins building air castles about my future as that impeccably arrayed woman living in that chic downtown loft. If God were to reach down into my world and speak to me right now, at this particular moment of my life, what would He say about that downtown apartment? About the dreams that I have for my life?

I know that, right now, I have a vocation to be a student, and I try to live that vocation every day to the greater glory of God. Sometimes I succeed and sometimes I fail, but it's a very real vocation to me, in the here and now of my very hectic, very crowded existence. But once I look to the future...? Everything is murky, and I can't help dreaming about all the possibilities that the future holds. It's very natural to plan and prepare, I guess, but I can't help thinking that, given the fact that I have zero control over what will happen tomorrow, let alone next year, it might be better if I just gave it all to God -- grad school, that potential future spouse, the dream job -- and just lived from day to day.

At the same time, I firmly believe that God designed me exactly the way I am. He give me my love of writing, my desires to travel, go to grad school, and get married. Somehow, I don't think He'll totally ignore these deepest longings when it comes to my future. But I also believe that He has an amazing adventure (called life) planned for me, one that surpasses all the wonderment and joy of my most carefully laid plans.

In summary, the future will be awesome, because God is boss, and He controls the future. Don't worry about it too much, but you have to plan for it a little, i.e. you won't get into college (which falls under the "future" category) unless you take the SAT ("present" category). And pray a lot, because God will speak to you, if you take the time to listen to Him.

Questions and Answers

"Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."~Rainer Maria Rilke

So. Despite my best intentions, I didn't pen a line of a blog post in the past three months, because, (drumroll) I've begun my freshman year at university!! Transitioning from high school to college has been a highly rewarding, exponentially beautiful, and occasionally distressing journey. Thus, my days(and nights) have been consumed with study and homework (and Sporcle. And talking. And procrastinating. *guilty face*) College may be an overused, unsatisfactory excuse to neglect writing here for so long, but it conveniently segues into my topic.

I think one of the greatest sources of stress and soul-searching these past months has been the desire to live life to the fullest. Let me explain. Frosh-O weekend, (that's freshman orientation weekend in Notre Dame lingo), we were constantly encouraged to find our full potential and to take advantage of every opportunity. However, at the time, I was overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of possibilities and opportunities that had been opened up to me. I was afraid that I would miss wonderful opportunities, and I guess I assumed that meant that dire consequences would ensue. It seems like a silly fear now that I realize I have four years here to take advantage of every marvelous opportunity, but at the time, it was stressing me out.

However, that stage passed (hallelujah) but, more questions arise. What activities should I do? What clubs should I join? What service opportunities should I participate in? What shows should I do? What shows shouldn't I do? What classes should I take? Should I get coffee or tea? (answer: coffee) When should I go to Mass? What should I wear today? What should I do with my life? What does God want me to do?

That's a lot of questions. And I didn't have the answers.

Thankfully, God has put two amazing people in my life. One is Mother Teresa, the other is a friend/mentor/director/rolemodel who sent me the above Rainer Maria Rilke quote. That quote made me realize that God doesn't expect me to have all the answers. In fact, He doesn't need me to have all the answers. What He needs is for me to trust Him. If I had all the answers, then I'd never have to trust Him. And what fun would that be? No fun, that's what. Life would be insanely boring if we had all the answers to the million questions that we encounter. We just have to keep asking the questions and God will send us answers.

But what are we to do in the meantime? We can't just pray for answers and then sit back and wait for God to send them. We have to act. Move forward. Live. But what do you do when you don't know what you're supposed to be doing? The answer is simple. Love. Live each day focusing on others. Mother Teresa's writings are a constant inspiration and reminder of that. Her simple yet profound example of love and complete giving of herself is rousing-I feel like dashing off into the Great Unknown and single-handedly change the world. I may not know what I'm supposed to do after I graduate, what my vocation is, or what I should wear to the dance, but I do know that I can offer a prayer for someone I pass by, or hold open the door for someone, or help someone with their laundry, or bake them brownies when they're feeling blue or just smile. These simple acts of love are what life's all about. A life lived in love is a life lived in God. And God's got the answers. He is the answer.


"I know now, Lord, why you utter no answer. You are yourself the answer. Before your face questions die away. What other answer would suffice?"
— Til We Have Faces, C.S. Lewis

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Yes! Writer's block=Removed!!

The first two months of college have flown by, along with the time to post on this blog. However, I have a few seconds to share some God moments with you.

1. I started praying about health (ok, I will humbly state) weight. It was probably on my mind way too much, but there it was anyway. That night I ended up going to some prayer group meeting (which I did not plan on going to and haven't been to since) and guess what the reading was all about? The Body of Christ. So, I realized that my body is completely in His hands. Alleluia.

2. Today at breakfast my roommate and I made the Sign of the Cross and prayed before eating. Afterward, some of the alumni here for a reunion thanked us for doing this.

3. The best part of sitting at a football game is when you sit in the same section as the seminarians. They have the loudest and least cheesy cheers of the whole croud.

Monday, October 18, 2010

No, We're Not Dead. Yet

It's just been crazy busy lately. Normal posting might resume sometime soon. In the meantime, I give you this random picture of an adorable little kitten.




And remember, Jesus loves you very, very much!

Friday, September 17, 2010

This Madcap Existence We Call Life


How do you quantify the unquantifiable, and reduce the unexplainable to a rational equation?

Martha Beck is Harvard-educated, brilliant, and married to an equally Harvard- educated and brilliant man. At the outset Expecting Adam, neither Martha nor her husband are religious, although both were raised as Mormons. They had agreed that "it was a very good idea to abort fetuses with birth defects." But when Martha becomes pregnant with a Down's Syndrome baby, whom she names Adam, she's not so sure about things. It doesn't help that her entire world has been turned upside-down with inexplicable events and miracles large and small since Adam's conception.

Precisely because Beck refuses to be pigeon-holed by either right or left, Expecting Adam continually turned me on my head while I was reading it. Beck can write (when describing her complete lethargy and weakness at one point in time, she compares herself to "Popeye during the Great Spinach Shortage"). Simple statement. I enjoy, I tremendously enjoy, reading the work of people who can write. Beck is witty, sharp, and sarcastic. When she experiences any negative or shallow reaction to Adam's existence in this world, she roars with all of the fury of a mother bear. Yet she makes it abundantly clear that it is Adam who has taught her what life really consists in: the ability to slow down and enjoy the world, not to be caught up in what society classifies as the necessities of life, to truly appreciate the wonder of this mad existence that we lead.

Beck writes quite frankly about Adam's existence as a person before his birth. Neither she nor her husband deny the humanity of the unborn. This, coupled with all of the incredible things that happen to her during her pregnancy beg the question -- why hadn't she become "pro-life" by the time of Adam's birth? She admits that she's come to believe in the existence of the spiritual realm (it's hard not to when someone pushes you out of a burning building and a picture shows absolutely no one behind you), whether it's God, angels, cosmic puppeteers or invisible gremlins. She does offer the explanation that "I myself had suspended my disbelief in a spiritual realm and was stumbling daily over more and more evidence that my world was full of things rationalist science could not explain. But this made me feel better, not worse, about the fate of those who die young, including those who die as fetuses. Why should people who believe that life exists outside of mortal bounds be the very same people who are so obsessed with a fetus's 'right to life' on this messy little planet?"

It is because Beck remains an "outsider" of the pro-life movement, that her memoir resonated with me in a way that similar stories, told by wonderful and fervent pro-lifers, have not. I am not accusing these people of propaganda (on the contrary, I agree with them on nearly every count), but because Beck remains as mystified at the end as at the beginning of her story as to why exactly she kept Adam in the first place, her words carry a raw honesty that is often lost in the charged rhetoric of the abortion/pro-life debate.

Beck's story provided me with much fodder for thought, but ultimately the lessons she learned from Adam touched me the most deeply. One thing that I've come to learn over this past summer is the importance of appreciating the wonder of life, and all the beauty and miraculousness that God has placed here for us. Beck does not hesitate to admit that her own obsession with achievements and the perfect life were entirely upended by Adam.

"I was afraid Adam would slow me down, and he has. Not because he has required more care and time than a "normal boy" (he is the most helpful and least demanding of my children) but because the immediacy and joy with which he lives his life make rapacious achievement, Harvard-style, look a lot like quiet desperation. Adam has slowed me down to the point where I notice what is in front of me, its mystery and beauty, instead of thrashing my way through a maze of difficult requirements toward labels and achievements that contain no joy in themselves. Adam takes his joy straight up, in purer form than most of us can handle. He was the person who, at two years of age, spent enough time experimenting to learn that his four-month-old sister was capable of laughter, and determining exactly what would make her laugh. He is the one who goes into transports of delight over clean sheets, or packaged waffles, or batteries. He is the one who taught me to appreciate rainbows -- not only in the sky but also in lawn sprinklers and dish-soap bubbles and patches of oil. He is the one who stops, and makes me stop, to smell the bushes."

(caveat emptor: Beck is extremely frank about her views on abortion and contraception, almost to point of rubbing the reader's face in them. She also swears on occasion, but I found it to be understandable, if not excusable. There are also some slightly, but not horrifically, graphic descriptions of various medical complications from her pregnancy.)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Helen Alvare article

I have not read Kirsten Lavansdatter, but this article makes me want to run back to MN, grab the book off the shelf and devour it and its sequels.

http://www.catholiceducation.org/articles/arts/al0007.html

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Catholic Women of the World, Unite!

While spending too much time on the internet today, I ran across this interview with Harvard's 2010 Valedictorian, Mary Ann Marks, who entered the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist back in August. After spending the summer discussing femininity and our faith, she struck me as an example of both. It is also extremely interesting that, despite all the claims that the Church is misogynistic or that she stifles women, Marks is quite obviously a smart, well-educated woman who chose to accept her vocation -- she wasn't coerced or brainwashed.

The world could use more women like her. She is truly a strong woman of God.

(excerpt)

LOPEZ: You wanted to go to graduate school but discerned that God wanted something else. Why would you give up your free will like that?

MARKS
: Part of the answer is that when Love asks you to be His spouse, you don’t quibble about the when and where. The other part is that anything worthwhile in life requires an ongoing, freely willed surrender of one’s freedom.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Surviving College



Prayer of St. Thomas Aquinas before Study

O ineffable Creator,
Who, out of the treasure of Thy wisdom,
hast ordained three hierarchies of Angels,
and placed them in wonderful order above the heavens,
and hast most wisely distributed the parts of the world;
Thou, Who are called the true fountain of light and wisdom,
and the highest beginning,
vouchsafe to pour upon the darkness of my understanding,
in which I was born,
the double beam of Thy brightness,
removing from me all darkness of sin and ignorance.
Thou, Who makest eloquent the tongue of the dumb, 
instruct my tongue, 
and pour on my lips the grace of Thy blessing.
Give me quickness of understanding, 
capacity of retaining,
subtlety of interpreting,
facility in learning, 
and copious grace of speaking.
Guide my going in, 
direct my going forward, 
accomplish my going forth; 
through Christ our Lord. 
Amen.

September 11th



May we always hold our the memory of our departed in our hearts. Eternal peace grant unto them, Lord.

And, in a special way, one soul who was born on this day, but never lived to see the September 11th attacks.


Happy Birthday, Dylan. Rest in peace.


In the midst of passing bravery
In the face of our own injury
It's the constant generosity of grace

Friend, I know your heart is raw
But love is still a worthy cause
(Love is Still a Worthy Cause, by Sara Groves)

Love Never Fails.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Something to chew on...when you have time

The following article is very interesting. It made me think of the following points:

Here it is.

1. The last time the electricity went out my sister and I ran to the computer to Google what to do when the electricity goes out. Of course this did not work because the computer was down with the electricity.

2. I was not able to read the entire article without interuption. Why? I was jumping from place to place on the internet at the same time. Proves a point?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Hello Everyone,

I have officially moved into college and am starting classes tomorrow. Due to some technology problems, I have been unable to call or e-mail any of you. So...

No cell phone and no computer(I am in the library right now). Long story....

However, I am still alive, and kicking. Despite the technology problems, everything else is going perfectly! We have been staying up super late and having lots of fun.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Brothers and Sisters in Christ

My dear mother introduced the lovely blog of the Visionary Daughters to me a few years ago. I have found their articles both inspiring and insightful. It has been a delight to read the musings of two Christian young women on various topics, including, but not limited to, Christianity in the modern world, modesty and the relationships between young men and women. In this particular article they address the roles of young men and women of today and their relationships to each other as brothers and sisters in Christ. Take a gander and enjoy!

http://visionarydaughters.com/2008/07/brothers-and-sisters-in-christ

Monday, August 30, 2010

King of Anything

I have actual blog posts coming up...I promise...

But here's a song I discovered recently that strikes my fancy. Sara Bareilles is one amazing songstress. Like Love Song, it's got some angst and some bite to it, but the music itself is so cheery and bubbly. It's awesome possum.

Friday, August 27, 2010

Prayer for complete trust in God by Francis de Sales

Do not look forward to the changes and chances of this life with fear. Rather, look to them with full confidence that, as they arise, God to whom you belong will in his love enable you to profit by them.

He has guided you thus far in life. Do you but hold fast to His dear hand, and He will lead you safely through all trials. Whenever you cannot stand, He will carry you lovingly in his arms.

Do not look forward to what may happen tomorrow. The same Eternal Father who takes care of you today will take care of you tomorrow, and every day of your life. Either He will shield you from suffering or He will give you unfailing strength to bear it.
Be at peace then, and put aside all useless thoughts, all vain dreads and all anxious imaginations.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

So while we are on the subject of college applications...

Explanation:

You know how you have to write those phony essays when you apply for scholarships that say, “Write about why You of All the Billions and Billions of People who Ever Existed on This Entire Planet deserve this precious, coveted money more than Anyone Else?” Well, when I was applying for one scholarship back in senior year, the prompt said,
“Write an essay about why you would be counted among the university’s Distinguished Alumni if you returned for your class’s 25th reunion”.

It was spring, and I was a little sick of such essays. So one Saturday I wrote the following as a joke and then promptly forgot about it until yesterday, when I was cleaning my hard drive of old documents and found the file. It made me laugh and wish that I’d submitted it as the actual scholarship application essay.

For all of you who are just darn sick of applications and essays, I think you will understand the desperation that made me turn out this punchy essay. If not, forgive the craziness or just don’t read it. :)



"This year, when I return to Notre Dame for the Class of 2012’s 25th reunion, I join the ranks of the college’s Distinguished Alumni. That group consists of Nobel peace prize winners, Metropolitan Opera Stars, and other renowned men and women. However, I may be the most unique Distinguished Alumni that ND has ever had.
During my four years at Notre Dame, I was deeply committed to academics, music, and community involvement. My achievements during that period, stellar grades and my double major in psychology and music had earned me a large scholarship for studying music therapy at my first choice school. However, two weeks before graduation, my life took a sudden turn. From a horrible automobile accident, I lost the use of three of my fingers. I could no longer play the piano and was a severely handicapped typist. Because could no longer be an effective music therapist, I chose not to enter graduate school, but got a job with General Mills Cereals as a taste tester. It paid the bills, and I got a free box of cereal a week—which took care of the breakfast bill.
For 18 months, I tasted one cereal and tested another. After a while, I could smell one Wheatie or Cheerio at a distance of 20 yards. I was sick of cereal. I donated my free boxes to charity.
On one especially dreary, long day, I sat in the General Mills factory on my lonely stool, testing each batch of cereal as it proceeded by me. It was hot in the factory, and I began to feel nauseous. Oddly, there was no diversity among the batches that day; each one was Cheerios. Batch after batch after batch. All Cheerios. In my horrible condition, I began to absolutely loathe its grainy, pale, circular taste. Finally, I could stand it no longer. As I caught sight of the 271st batch of Cheerios headed my way, I swore inwardly that I would not taste this batch, job or no job. It came closer, but I was firm in my resolve. If my omission was seen, maybe I wouldn’t be nominated Employee of the Month, but, hey, there was always next month. The batch was getting nearer. I wavered. I was being paid to taste the cereal, not to baby-sit it. I battled with my conscience fiercely, but the deep sense of duty Notre Dame had imbued in me prevailed. I sampled a Cheerio.
Nearly instantly, convulsions ran through my body and I began to scream with pain. Simultaneously stopping the cereal’s conveyor belt and reaching for the emergency telephone, I cried urgently for poison control. I was rushed to the hospital, where I was given medication to counteract the poison that had been secreted into that batch of Cheerios. It was discovered that the next 24 batches of Cheerios all contained that quite fatal poison. Within hours, the incident was known across the United States and a nation-wide panic ensued as men, women, and children burned boxes of Cheerios, while wearing protective gas masks. However, because I had discovered that tampered batch, the American public was quite safe.
Immediately upon my release from the hospital, I was swamped by the media. I became an international hero for my simple, dutiful act. I was extolled by the President, commended by the Queen of England, and praised by Prime Ministers across the globe. I have received every honor and recognition possible for an American female (except the General Mills’ Employee of the Month. Cheerios’ sales dropped drastically after the incident).
Although I did not become the music therapist I had hoped to be, Notre Dame still prepared me for my job. It strengthened my spirit and sharpened my mind so that I could make wise decisions. My education taught me to strive to do my best and as I thought was right always. What it did not teach me was that eating one Cheerio can have world-wide, life-saving consequences. I now eat oatmeal for breakfast."

Retrospective Introspection

Give a girl an education and introduce her properly into the world, and ten to one but she has the means of settling well, without further expense to anybody. ~~Jane Austen


Right now college means one thing to me:

applications

which of course equal:

loads and loads of work.

Writing essays, I'm fine with. What was really starting to get to me was the never-ending checking boxes, filling out the SAME information over and over, squeezing words into limited spaces, number crunching, etc., etc., etc. in never ending succession!

*insert plaintive sigh here*

And furthermore, the endless and monolithic process known as "APPLYING TO COLLEGES" takes up lots of TIME.

*insert groan here*

Time that could be spent enjoying oneself, laughing and talking with friends, scrapbooking, journaling, going for a walk, or any other infinitely more enjoyable activity.

So. Those were my feelings up until about 5:00 today.



As I look over these words that I originally wrote here, I can't help but smile. I remember exactly what had happened the day I wrote them, the emotional state I was in, the frustration I was feeling, the heartbreak, the happiness, and the beauty that abounded.

Senior year.

There's absolutely nothing like it.

If you’ve already experienced it; look back on it and savor your memories.

And smile.

If you’re on the verge of it: get ready. You’re in for the adventure of a lifetime. I promise you you’ll be stressed out of your mind, you’ll get pushed to places you never knew you could go, and you’ll grow in unbelievable, incredible and beautiful ways. Oh, and you’ll have fun, and lots of it-even while filling out applications- as long as you make up your mind to enjoy the bumpy ride. It’s like a roller coaster-you can spend the whole ride worrying about flying off the tracks, and being scared out of your wits. Or else you can just let go, scream, laugh, put your hands in the air, and have fun on the Ride God’s put you on. Because there’s really no point in riding a roller coaster unless you’re willing to relinquish control.


So, on the way home from my show this afternoon, I stopped by my church's Eucharistic adoration chapel. It was lovely and peaceful, and I sat in front of Jesus, finishing up my calc homework. I've always found the adoration chapel is the best place to work through my problems. I now know that math problems can be worked out there as well.


Moral of the story: the Eucharist is indispensible, irreplaceable, and incandescently incredible. And so healing. The Eucharist is definitely what got me through Senior year. He’s the fix for every problem:

When you’ve got too much calculus homework-go to Adoration.
When you want a good cry-go to Adoration.
When you want to share good news with someone-go to Adoration.

I think you get my drift… :)

My favorite is when you don't really have anything to say to Jesus, but you just pop in to say hi real quick. Basking in the glorious warmth, joy, and love pulsating from Him, you just plop yourself in front of the Eucharist, and let go of your problems. It's lovely. Which is basically the reason I chose to go to Notre Dame-there’s a chapel in each dorm. Jesus lives in every dorm, folks. How wicked awesome is that?

Then, I got home, and I sat down at the computer and I got my first college application submitted! One down. Five to go. I can do this.


And, I realized I've been letting my laziness get in my way. There were some points over the past week I was debating whether college was really worth it or not. In reality, though, I was just bogged down in the mire of applications, and also, scared of leaving home, friends, and family. Then, I realized how absolutely stupid I was being. Because, I AM excited for college-I know it'll be awesome. Anything that is awesome won't come without hard work; and I hate to admit it, but hard work is an acquired taste for me. I have to teach myself to enjoy it.



Oh boy. I'm going to have to work harder this fall than I ever have before. But I'm so excited for it. I'm so ready to take on the challenge, and as Hamlet would say: the readiness is all. I'm so glad that I found the courage to choose to leave home back in May. Now, I'm realizing that life at home is going to continue without me. It's not as if your friends and family magically put their life on "pause" while you're gone-they continue on with their lives. Without you. Not gonna lie, my friends, that thought often saddens me. But then I recall my life's not going being paused either; it’s barreling on full-speed ahead. As C.S. Lewis would say: we’re all travelling into the future at the rate of sixty seconds per minute, whether we would wish it or no. Peace comes when we cease to resist that fact; we lift our hands in the air and enjoy the breath-taking beauty of the Ride.

There are certain parts of ourselves that we want to choke out of existence: the parts of us that snap sassy retorts to our parents, or groan instead of grin when asked to clear the table. There are other facets of our selves that we cultivate and nourish. I'm so excited to nourish the artist within me, to push myself, to explore, to tell stories, to drink in the joy of performing, the joy of art. I love it. And I can't wait to cultivate the scholar in me. The scholar who thirsts for knowledge. The student who relishes the victory of completing a laborious assignment. The student who grows in appreciation of her art. The student who thirsts for God and hungers for Truth.

Thankfully, we stopped at my Grandma’s house on our way down to Notre Dame. There’s a painting hanging up in my grandma’s house. I noticed that simple little drawing for the first time; and hidden in that picture I found the words Psalm 37:4. So, I looked up the verse in the Bible, and this is what I found:

Find your delight in the LORD who will give you your heart's desire.

And it’s definitely what I needed to here. Often, College overwhelms me with the limitless opportunities that lie before me. What passions of mine do I pursue? How do I make sure no hidden talent or facet of my person go unexplored? How do I become Balanced and Well-Rounded? The answer is simple.
Go to adoration.
Pursue God.
Seek ye first the Kingdom of God, and all these things will be added unto you, and all that jazz.
I love God-He’s awesome sauce. For many reasons, of course, but one of the happiest being that He sends us the answers when we least expect it.
Have a beautiful autumn/first semester, everyone!

Monday, August 16, 2010

Book Review: How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World by Jordan Christy

Think of Audrey Hepburn. What girl wouldn’t trade places with her in an instant? She has all the charm, sweetness, and loveliness that any girl could possibly want. But nowadays, girls aren’t trained, told, or even encouraged to be like the gorgeous Audrey. Instead, our society has “kicked classy and well-spoken ladies to the curb. Think about it. Have you ever heard of Nancy Alcorn and her international organization that freely houses thousands of at-risk females? Or Cathleen Black, the “First Lady of American magazines” and one of Forbes’s 100 Most Powerful Women?...Of course not! Let’s face it—it’s high time some extraordinary young women brought self-respect, intelligence, and true beauty back to the female gender.”
The media is saturated with stories about Britney, Lindsay, and most recently Miley. They are the ladies getting the attention, and many girls emulate them—making themselves one of the “Stupid Girls” by climbing up on tables in bars, doing lap dances, wearing six-inch heels paired with a fabulous 3 inch miniskirt, texting guys all night (this is the best case scenario), etc…
We know this: our culture is obsessed with these Stupid Women. But this book isn’t about what the problem is; it is about what we are to do. Who are we going to be? “Sure,” Christy writes, “it’s easy to laugh about a pop star’s latest run-in with the law over lunch with our friends and read about the latest hook-ups in Us Weekly while we’re at the beach, but when all is said and done and the next generation of young women grows up not knowing anything different, we are going to have a problem on our hands. Intelligent and refined girls are by far the exception these days—shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
Christy gives some fabulous tips about how to be a Smart Girl and give women a good name—and the next generation of women a chance at modesty and respectability. This is what she says…
1) Keep your chin up and your skirt down! Have some self-respect. Don’t go giving it all away to any guy at any time. Don’t party like crazy. And please please please, don’t wear pink alligator skin miniskirts.
2) Speak with politeness, respectfulness and gentility. Get rid of the “lol”s and “OMG”s. Some ways to do this? Read the dictionary between commercials! Read more for fun! Tape yourself talking and listen to how you sound.
(side note: Christy puts in this little poem-esque selection. I found it delicious food-for-thought:
“What your thoughts, for they become words.
Watch your words, for they become actions.
Watch your actions, for they become habits.
Watch your habits, for they become character.
What your character, for it becomes your destiny.”)

3) Know your stuff. “When we’re unaware of history and current issues, it’s difficult to be knowledgeable on any subject,” Christy says. Are you able to hold an intelligent conversation about the economy or the government or the situation in China?
4) Word hard—set high goals for yourself. Have a “smart girl list” of what you want to accomplish. Things that could be on there? Learning a new language. Volunteering at a new charity. Getting involved in local government.
5) Choose your friends wisely. And then make sure you keep the good friends around! Add some humor to your relationships. Create stronger friendship by having a regularly scheduled date, whether it is for coffee and a manicure or swing dancing or watching a movie.
6) Let the guy do the pursuing. Think of the Notebook and how timeless a love story it is. The guy waits around for the girl for years and years—he builds a whole darn house for her!! He goes crazy (literally) FOR HER. And years later, he still wants her with all his heart. That is what every girl wants—don’t lie to yourself. Plus, that is what guys want. They like it when a girl isn’t easy to get, they like a challenge! Soooo… DON’T make the initial call to a guy. Do NOT creep him online or text him about your feelings. It will only turn him off, so play it cool , girl :)
7) Dress to impress. “People always remember a chic and classy outfit, so when in doubt, dress it up.” On the subject of clothes, she also says: Go for solids (over big prints) if in doubt—they will make you look slimmer. Don’t buy clothes a size too small and make it your goal to fit into them. And save your legs for the beach. No one’s legs look good without a heavy-duty massive cleanup effort involving strong chemicals and oh-so dangerous razor blades. Also, keep safety pins on hand and try to keep those bra straps hidden!
8) But remember, whatever you are wearing, a smile will conquer all. “”If you should happen to get caught looking not-so-good, just flash your pearly whites.”
9) Have a good attitude with food! Have your cake and eat it too. Cooking more helps develop a healthier relationship with food. Try combining food with helping others!
Christy inserts this little vignette into the book at this point: “A friend of mine has an eight-year-old daughter who recently asked to go on a diet! If not for our own well-being, we need to find a balance and healthy self-image for those who will come after us. . . Only when we are happy and at peace with ourselves can we begin to be a positive influence on those around us.”

In sum, “our culture is in desperate need of real women with brains, beauty, and selfrespect—women who aren’t afraid to take risks, dream big, and order dessert.” If being a Hepburn does not appeal to you right away by its own merit, we “have living, breathing incentive that provides even more ammunition for us to turn in our glitter eyeshadow and plastic tiaras—the generation of girls coming after us. While most of us grew up in a blissfully naïve world of Saved by the Bell adnd My Little Pony, our daughters and nieces are going to have to contend with Girls Gone Wild and Bratz dolls.”
We MUST do something, for “it’s easy to sit around and criticize Paris, Britney, and Lindsay all day, but until we get out and make a change ourselves, complaining won’t do us, or anyone else, a bit of good.”
Be an Audrey—you have it in you.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Awesome Things

Some things are just plain old awesome.

For example:

The feeling of the outdoors right before a storm.
The feeling of the outdoors right after a storm.
Swinging.
The feel of mud between your toes.
Finding the last item of clothing in your size (SCORE).
Finding something you were desperately searching for.
Sunbeams shining through the clouds.
Listening to The Man Who Can't Be Moved on endless repeat.
Staying up ridiculously late for no reason whatsoever.

For more awesome things, check out this wicked awesome blog.

We discovered the book: The Book of Awesome Things while we were browsing through an incredibly quaint and fantastic used book shop on Saturday morning.


Author's aside:
It has come to our attention that these Catholic Pickup Lines are also fantastic beyond all reasoning. :) Definitely giggle-inducing.

Some personal favorites:

"Confess here often?"

"What's a nice girl like you doing at a First Saturday Rosary Cenacle like this?

"Dinner. My Place. Tomorrow. Don't argue; it's a feast of obligation."


Check 'em out! You'll get a good laugh, I guarantee.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Frankincense Wasn't the Only Option



Because we recently watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers, I had to share this bit of randomnicity.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

In Which I Pontificate Upon Two Disparate Topics

Firstly, a slight reflection on the word memoir:

Memoir is a much more enticing word than biography. A memoir is memories, personal impressions, what a person sees as important about one, particular episode or period of life. A biography must grapple with facts, reciting the events of one person's life from birth to death, inclusive. Plus, memoir is taken from a French word; biography from the Greek. Which language strikes you as more elegant and intriguing?

Secondly, a brief rant about Ironman 2:

During the climactic encounter with the Bad Guys, Scarlett Johansson's character strips down to her undergarments and dons a skintight...something. Honestly, I couldn't tell what it was supposed to be. Sure, it might be a little inconvenient to fight the villain's minions in the secretary's de rigueur pencil skirt, but really? Is it that much more realistic that she would take five minutes to change into a shrink-wrap bodysuit before taking out the security guards? Blurgh (that is a disgusted noise, FYI). Would they make a male sidekick change from suit to speedo? Hazarding a guess here, I'd say no.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Curious Insanity







Some of my friends support me in my Avatar addiction. Others scoff.



Actually, most of them scoff.


So, let me introduce you to this other guilty pleasure of mine. One, I think, that few of my friends can rightly and in good conscience encourage my attachment to.

It is:

*drum roll, please*


When Curiosity Met Insanity.









Do you hear that sound?






That is the sound of my heart melting. I can't help it. I love that webcomic to pieces. (Yes, I just said webcomic. It happened. You can start scoffing right about now...)

What makes this webcomic (Okay, okay! Enough with the scoffs already...) so appealing?
I'll break it down for you:





A) Alice in Wonderland is a weird and bizarre fable, no argument there, but yet it's fascinated and/or repelled us for a century and a half or so. There's obviously something Lewis Carroll got right. (I wouldn't venture to guess what it was, but something...) WCMI is based on this enduring and popular tale. And Alice is an utterly endearing character-even when she's annoying, she's still charming, because she's completely unpretentious.






B)If you're a Disney fan, you'll enjoy how the authoresses expand and delve into some favorite characters. Peter Pan and Belle are the two most delightful supporting characters. Peter's boyish charm make him a fitting suitor for Alice's hand and heart, and the perfect rival for Reggie (The Mad Hatter). Although I couldn't have imagined Alice and Belle really gelling, Belle seems to fit in perfectly as a kindred spirit for Alice. Ultimately, the two protagonists, Alice and Reggie, are deliciously written-oh my stars and garters are they well-written! The whole comic has an absolutely scrumptious manner to it that defies all verbal description. The sarcasm, quaintness, and colloquial style make my heart feel super happy. And, the romantic banter is giggle-inducing, witty and utterly adorable.





C)The illustrations are the last word in epic. So amazing. And it's an adorable love story.





Here's the first installment-it's a sweet story, but there is some innuendo, and Reginald's history sounds veers on the sketchy side. So use discretion whilst reading; 'discretion' meaning: don't read it aloud to your 5-year-old siblings. Thus, consider thyself duly warned.



Caution: Contents of When Curiosity Met Insanity contain extreme cuteness. Paroxysms of cute may occur.

Can't Be Moved

This is absolutely beautiful.

Portia and I discussed the various ideals and ideas that this song represents and illustrates. I seriously considered trying to type them out into this post, but then I thought better of it. I realized the song is powerful enough to speak for itself.

So...

Watch it.

Be moved.




Privilege of Being a Woman--Alice von Hildebrand

I finished rereading Alice von Hildebrand’s Privilege of Being a Woman recently, and I was struck by how more awesome the book was the second time around! I appreciated her wisdom and insight much more this time, for she makes some highly astute observations which are interesting to chew on.
1) Modern society’s values totally harm women. Seriously, peeps. Our culture tells us that money, fame, creativity, uniqueness , and physical beauty (read: a tan and skinny legs) are the things that should be sought after and revered the most. The role models presented to women by our society are models, actresses, singers, politicians…people NOT known for their intelligence, education, humility, charity or wisdom; we don’t read celebrity gossip about folks who are saints to their cranky grandparents or watch the news about someone who has actually read the entire Summa Theological and edited an illustrated, annotated version of it. Instead, we watch Lady Gaga dance scantily clad and learn about the latest Hollywood blonde bombshell.
We look down on things like physical weakness and humility—spending inordinate amounts of time (and money) on getting a fit and gorgeous body is encouraged, even expected. And humility? Geez, this is the 21st century! Humility is another word for a depressed, repressed soul who lacks proper self-confidence. Not desirable at all!
If women are the ‘weaker’ sex and are called in a special way to be reliant on God and humble in His sight, then this modern society that does not value humility and vastly prefers self-confidence and self-reliance to dependence and reliance on others, is not going to think this ‘weakness’ is a good thing.
And if women are called more strongly to love, because of their generally more sensitive and understanding nature, a society in which charity and self-sacrifice are rather archaic concepts probably isn’t going to appreciate that very much either.
2) What do we mean by the ‘weak sex’, besides physical weakness? Alice discusses many different types of weaknesses that women could be said to have. Some of these weaknesses might be considered ‘cons’, but some are most definitely ‘pros’ in her (and my) book. So, weakness could mean…
a. Women are more vulnerable—emotionally and physically.
b. Women have less control of their emotions, they are more sensitive.
c. Women take feelings more seriously

The ‘cons’ of these weaknesses are many…because women take feelings more seriously, women can “dwell upon [their feelings] and fall into self-centeredness” and emotionalism. Their judgment can be clouded by emotion, and they need men’s guidance to distinguish between valid and irrational emotions. They can be lured into sexual sin with the promise of ‘eternal love’… They worry more, they grieve more, they cry more.
However, don’t be offended or discouraged! There are many ‘pros’ to these weaknesses as well. As St. Paul said, “it is when I am weak that I am strong.”
Because women are more easily wounded, more vulnerable, they are more worthy and in need of protection. This can build men up, inspire them to fight and lay down their lives for the women they love. Women’s weakness can touch men’s hearts and inspire them to be other-centered.
Women may cry more and grieve more and have less emotional control, but this isn’t something to be embarrassed of! As Alice says, “Tears are the proper response to brutality, injustice, cruelty, blasphemy, hatred. Christ wept when He saw Jerusalem, and when He came to Lazarus’s tomb.” Some tears can be self-centered, but others can be holy!!
And women may take feelings more seriously than logical thinking, but sometimes this is right. The “heart has its reasons that reason knows not”, as Pascal said. Women are meant to help men get in touch with this sentimental, emotional side of them; women have the power, no, the responsibility to humanize men.
Ultimately, Christ showed us that—through His incarnation and crucifixion—that embracing our weakness is true strength. We are all weak and we all suffer. Acknowledging this is crucial and turning to God in prayer is the right response to our awareness of our weaknesses.
So, think about this: Alice says that “women are more geared to piety because they have a keener awareness of their weakness. This is their true strength.” What a lovely paradox.
3) Feminism wars against Christianity!
This second key point of von Hildebrand’s startled me a bit. Feminists reject the idea that woman is weak, dependent, called to serve and love disinterestedly. But ALL are called to this in Christian teaching! Christ said to take up our crosses and follow Him. He said that to love God and neighbor was the most important thing, that in serving others we become great. Christianity says that man is weak, but with God’s help, all things are possible.
Von Hildebrand’s point is that women are metaphysically made to be better at these things—loving and serving—than men (for various reasons, including that women focus on the individual persons rather than abstract ideas of humanity and also that women are more in tune with feelings than men and are more sympathic—as a general rule). However, men are also called to this loving and serving. Each person is, in their own way, called to follow Christ, to be weak, dependent, loving and serving. Feminism tells women not to live thusly. But loving and serving are what women excel at! Feminism is actually telling women not to do something that they actually are metaphysically more equipped to do than men!
4) About feelings…
Alice talks at length about different sorts of feelings, but I just wanted to make one quick point. She says that each person should try to cultivate valid, holy feelings in their heart. Feelings should not be discounted. Yes, they cannot be controlled and some are destructive, but this does not make all emotions inferior to logical thoughts!! There are some emotions that one should resist and others that one should cultivate. Feeling happiness in the face of some evil should be resisted whereas feeling peaceful in the presence of the Eucharist should be encouraged. (Because they cannot be controlled by us, beautiful emotions are in fact lovely gifts from God that should be accepted gratefully when they come.) Women should not be embarrassed about her feelings, especially since her heart is what makes her vulnerable—and an awareness of that vulnerable part of us is what helps us to rely on God and trust in Him as we should.
In sum, Alice says that “it is unwarranted to regard women as inferior because feelings play a central role in their lives. If the feelings vibrating in their hearts are noble, appropriate, good…and pleasing to God, then they are precious jewels in God’s sight.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Fashion Friday - Fashionably Late Edition

It seems, and in fact has been, a most frightfully long time since a post has been posted about fashion. I would like to take this fine Saturday to say a little bit about shoes. Yes, shoes. As a wise person once said, "You should not judge any man until you have walked a mile in his shoes". Perhaps this erudite and perspicacious individual attempted to intimate that one human being should not judge another without knowledge of this other's experiences and philosophies of life, or maybe he simply meant that much can be discerned by a person's choice in footwear. Whatever the case may be, the judicious choosing of what a well dressed and stylish lady adorns her feet with is paramount. In brief, and to conclude, there is something to be said for footwear that is chic, versatile and comfortable.

The ballet flat is a pretty piece that goes well with both skirts and pants.



The simple pump is a shoe that, though high-heeled, can be incredibly comfortable, as well as chic.




A pair of boots can be coupled with a vast array of outfits and are appropriate for almost any season.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

Chivalry Isn't Quite Dead Yet

Or at least it wasn't back in May. Quoting from Christa Taylor's blog, which is quoting from an old Dockers ad campaign:

"Once upon a time, men wore the pants, and wore them well. Women rarely had to open doors and little old ladies never crossed the street alone. Men took charge because that’s what they did. But somewhere along the way, the world decided it no longer needed men. Disco by disco, latte by foamy non-fat latte, men were stripped of their khakis and left stranded on the road between boyhood and androgyny. But today, there are questions our genderless society has no answers for. The world sits idly by as cities crumble, children misbehave and those little old ladies remain on one side of the street. For the first time since bad guys, we need heroes. We need grown-ups. We need men to put down the plastic fork, step away from the salad bar and untie the world from the tracks of complacency. It’s time to get your hands dirty. It’s time to answer the call of manhood. It’s time to WEAR THE PANTS."

Read the rest here.

The Glass Windshield

Members of Femininity Summit 2010, readers of this blog, I humbly submit the following thoughts about feminism's betrayal of the American woman:

A woman can now choose to become a doctor, a lawyer, a plumber, the local garbageman -- even to seek election as President of these United States. But if you glance behind the steering wheel of a Mustang or a Corvette, what are you going to see? A man. Behind the wheel of a BMW? An old man. Feminists may prattle on about glass ceilings in the realms of art, writing, politics, or academia, about salary disparities, lack of career options, or "the oppressive patriarchy" which has apparently stifled us for centuries, but the real barrier that women face isn't a glass ceiling at all -- it is a windshield. Why aren't women out on the streets, the top down on their Porsche 911? Why aren't feminists concerned over this disparity of female to male motorists? The fact is, respected readers, that I smell a conspiracy.

If the feminists of America, yea, even of the world, were really so very anxious about the complete and total equality of the sexes, they would not stop with the apparent autonomy that many women now revel in. They would not rest until we had gained an equal representation in all aspects of life, including the driver's seat. Instead, they remain mute on this issue, which leads me to wonder whether they are lining their pockets at the expense of their sisters in the field. Most car manufacturing companies are controlled by men, after all, and what would suit their interests more than a dearth of female drivers?
Feminists claim that they seek this total equality of the sexes, yet I have not read one article or essay, heard one interview that addresses this most grievous of inequalities. And where else would feminists get the money to pay for all of those hideous pantsuits?

So, my fellow women, do not accept these red herrings of women's ordination or reproductive rights. Demand from them what you truly deserve: a Lamborghini Murcielago.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Hay,

So, The Shadow of the Bear movie needs some extras. I e-mailed them to say that my sister and I might be able to come. They said that they are especially in need of male actors, but girls are totally welcome.

Here is the information *copy and pasted* from the director of the the movie:

Are you within driving distance of Blaine MN?

Are you (or look like you could be) between the ages of 16 and 18?

Do you own a suit or prom dress? (or could borrow one for the day)

Are you free on July 24th?

Do you want to be in a Movie?

Then send me an e-mail at theshadowofthebear@ymail.com and let me know of your interest in being in the "after prom party scene with Rose and Rob" for our film shoot on the 24th! I'll send you any further information you need to know!

The Shadow of the Bear movie blog is below:



Sunday, July 11, 2010

How Much Does a Stamp Cost, Anyway?


We good Catholic homeskillets here like to write letters. I mean actual, physical pen-and-stationery letters. Facebook updates? Nice to keep tabs on friends over the summer. E-mail? Eh, it's okay, but it's still only words on a screen. You can't touch them. Phone calls? It's great to hear somebody's voice, but once the phone call ends, that's it -- there's no lasting record, nothing to hang on to and remember the call by.

And there are letters. Something that you can hold in your hand. Letters not only express the writer's unique personality and traits, laid out on the paper for you to see and hold on to, they represent valuable time taken from the writer's hectic life and spent on you, the recipient. The writer chose the paper, filled it with their soul, and gave it to you. How cosmic is that? And, if you're anything like the ladies of this blog, the margins are crammed with doodles, coffee stains, and random outbursts of life. At no extra charge.

I have a thing for blank paper of any kind. I've been known to spend hours in the stationery aisle, selecting the perfect ream of paper, elegant or whimsical; some stationery I even pick out with a specific friend in mind, one who would get a particular inside joke, or get a kick out of a cheesy pattern. But blank paper isn't enough -- you have to fill the blank pages with thoughts, jokes, anecdotes, and memories.

I've always adored the thought of letters, permanent keepsakes and milestones of a relationship, collected and tied with ribbon to be enjoyed years later. You can't do that with texts and e-mails. They just don't carry the same level of meaning. There's something so very impersonal about them. Don't get me wrong. I use and enjoy the convenience of e-mail and Facebook just as much as other people. But there's always a zing of excitement and adventure when ripping open an envelope that has traveled half-way across the continent to reach you. What tales will those ink-covered pages unfold?

Hat tip to Karen Edmisten for inspiring this post.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Father's Day




Sunday was Father's Day. And we didn't post anything on this blog about it. (guilty look) Come to think of it, we didn't post anything about Mother's Day, either...(double guilty look)

The Monday after Father's Day, I was sitting in the dark of church (tangent: there's nothing like sitting in a dark church; peace and serenity envelop you, and you can't help but think, in the words of Julian of Norwich that "all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well" end tangent). On a whim, I picked up a letter my dad wrote to me for my eighteenth birthday, that serves as my bookmark in the birthday gift he gave me. The beautiful thing about a beauty is that you always discover new beauties within that beauty each time you encounter said beauty. That's how I felt as I read my father's writing. My dad's wisdom and intelligence were evident to me when I first read the letter on my birthday. But, sitting in the calm of God's house, I was struck by the all the love that the letter contained. And all the love that the writer had for me. A father's love is something I don't understand as easily as a mother's love. (That's probably something to do with my geneder...) But it's a mystery that fascinates me. The strength, the quiet power, and the depth of a father's love astounds me.

"For stern as death is love,
relentless as the nether world is devotion;
its flames are a blazing fire.
Deep waters cannot quench love,
nor floods sweep it away." (Song of Songs, 8:6-7)

One of Lizzie Bennett's many admirable points (oh-ho-ho, you thought you were going to escape this post without a Jane Austen reference? Think again, my friend.)is her rock solid relationship with her father. Mr. Bennett loves Lizzie to pieces, and he supports her in her endeavors to be a proper young lady in a house full of twittery young flibberty-gibbets. Mr. Bennett has passed onto Lizzie his sense and intelligence. And he's her protector. He's totally got her back. Look at the way he backs her up on her refusal of Mr. Collins, because he has her ultimate happiness in mind.


Fathers are one of those absolutely wicked awesome gifts we majorly do not deserve, but because God's a really nice guy (understatement), He gives them to us anyway. There's something incredibly beautiful, mysterious, and awe-inspiring about the realtionship between a father and a daughter. At the Femininity Summit Prelim. Meeting, we discussed father-daughter relationships, and we agreed that the greatest gift our fathers have given us is the knowledge that we matter to them. Knowing that your father sees you as his beautiful young lady is balm for the soul.



Happy Father's Day, Dad!




Monday, June 28, 2010

Picnic Poetry



Penned by the Good Catholic Homeskillets (alias: GCH)




There's something to be said


for sunsets in the park


for pumpkin streusal muffins


for dancing hand-in-hand


for paroxysms of cute


for whipped cream and Oreos


for mocking the avant-garde


for picnicking in the park


for watching pigeons fly


for laughing with best friends


for people-watching in random places


for wearing pretty skirts


for nuns who wear pink habits! (Holler. Love them.)


for the Basilica on the horizon


for skirts on a sunny day


for talking random nothingness


for ripples


for Italian soda


for people who sing/talk to themselves


for ducks on the water


for plump squirrels


for babies with big hair


....feeling the breeze on your legs.


There's something to be said




for the limitless sky


for cat-tails


for being a woman


...and for peanut butter


for living life


for calling people/anmials/inanimate objects: "sweetie"


for wee voices


for long hair blowing in the breeze


for knowing how to count




for little brothers


for kung-fu fighting


for secrets, mysteries, and illuminating the truth


for cottonwoods rusling the in the wind


for dreaming


for learning from mistakes.


There's something to be said


for trees over londs*


for sculptures which you are not allowed to climb on (but you do anyway *mischievous smirk*)


for coaxing wild animals


for summer adventures with dangerous women.




Happiness is in the small things- in living life moment-by-moment, and by finding delight in each little blessing that comes your way. Because those small things are really big things. Each moment, we're given a choice; a very simple choice: to choose God or to choose ourself. But that's a huge choice. That's the original choice that our first parents were given. And they botched it.

The more we choose God- the more we hand ourselves over to Him- we grow ever closer to being the person He intended us to be. But the oftener we choose ourselves, the smaller our spirits will shrink. The questions of a small spirit are: "What's in it for me?" & "What can I get out of it?" Those questions cut us off from all the joy God has to offer us. Because if you approach a sunset with the question: "What's in this sunset for me?" you'll miss the whole point of that sunset. You don't get anything from a waterfall, sunlight piercing through the clouds, listening to birdsong, or climbing trees-you climb trees for the sake of climbing trees. Because the tree is there-and it's beautiful- and, praise the Lord, you have limbs, which means you can climb that tree, so why not?


There's something to be said for living life as a seeker of Beauty and Joy, for choosing God in each moment instead of self (easier said than done, right?). And, by choosing God, opening yourself up to the beauty He's poured into each moment.



(Disclaimer: All these thoughts are the product of recent conversations with wonderful and intelligent friends. Major kudos go to them.)
*Lond (lah' nd): Eng., noun: a mix between a pond and a lake.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Dirty Words (and more)

So, since the Femininity Summit kicked off last week with a prelim meeting, I've been having a lot of conversations about the importance of language and how we carry ourselves when we converse (thanks so much for your wonderful brains, my friends!), which started my mind on a train of thought about swearing. In her post about On the Verge, Desdemona mentioned swearing as a way of getting attention from those around us. It's such a cheap way of getting attention, too -- curses don't express profound ideas or relevant facts. They are spoken merely to grab the attention of listeners and attract it to the emotions of the speaker and how he chooses to express himself. Or, worse, the swearing is merely a habit.

Whatever the reason for swearing, the fact remains that, besides being totally unladylike and inelegant, it's just so boring. Honestly, if you actually stop and think about it (although why you'd really want to, I don't know... :P), there are only a handful of swear words that are constantly repeated and reused. As Desdemona joyously proclaimed, the English language contains so many delightful, scintillating (:D!) words that precisely describe an emotion, situation, or characteristic. Antediluvian. Portrait. Bureau. Sanctimonious. Alizarine. Incorrigible. Desolate. Pudgy. Dichotomy. Bumpkin. Neophyte. They cannot be applied to many situtaions because they convey such an exact idea -- they are vibrant words which paint a living picture in the minds of those who hear or read them. They bring ideas to life.

As Desdemona also pointed out in her post, life is an adventure. If you look at it any other way, you're simply going to end up sobbing your eyes out over some trifle that doesn't really matter. Sure, that C I got in class was horribly disappointing (I'll be honest: it flayed my pride alive), but really? If my final goal in life is to please God, get to heaven, and, God willing, help others to reach heaven, then each moment can and should be lived with the knowledge that I know how the story ends: this may be news to some people, but God wins. The End. Joy is an intrinsic element of the Christian life -- there are no gloomy saints. Every moment can be sanctified, and we were not made to walk through this valley of tears alone. Thank God for friends because otherwise I would have gone insane long ago.

Ultimately, does that C matter in my life? Maybe. I don't know, and there's no point in worrying about it now. There are too many other wonderful and perilous things going on in my life right now for me to spend precious hours fretting over a grade from one class in my freshman year at college. God has a plan for me (another news flash), and it will all work out fine.

This started out as a post about swearing and morphed into a musing on...pretty much everything else. Which is just fine on this blog.