Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Fairy Tales - The Keys to World's Secrets

     I'm pretty sure I'm the only college student on this campus who would write an argumentative essay on fairy tales.
     I'm pretty sure Works Cited pages don't generally include works of Dr. Seuss or The Princess Bride.
     I'm fairly positive that not many students give their end-of-year PowerPoint presentations on "The Art of Making Peanut Butter Sandwiches."
     And I know I'm the only person on campus that carries a little keychain Snoopy on his backpack.

     But, anyway, these are all things that have been done recently. My proof-readers all seemed to like this paper, which was good. But would my Comp II teacher like it? Would I have it written in the right MLA style?
     Well...apparently so; I got it back this afternoon after earning a 96, the highest-scoring paper in class this round. I might decide expand some points later on, just because I love the topic, but we'll see. Anyway, here is how it went, if anybody's curious.

    
We don’t understand this world we live in. We try to figure out what makes it work, why things in nature happen the way they do. We try to explain our own actions and reasonings. And we know more than we did in the Dark Ages. For as Dr. Seuss wrote, “The more that you read, the more you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you’ll go” (I Can Read). But we still don’t completely understand everything, and we probably never will. As we grow older, we lose track of the keys to get glimpses of this unforeseen knowledge. These keys are found in fairy tales, and we need, we must, hang on to them as grownups, in order to have a proper understanding of how the world works and our roles in it.

            Where do we start, then, to find these keys and whatever adventures stem from them? It would be a good idea to have a basic philosophy of life to keep in mind while on the journey. According to Martin Cothran in his article “The Rhetoric of Amazement”, this world is enchanted. He states that writers of imaginative literature, like Dr. Seuss, take things apart and creatively reassemble them, allowing us to gain a clearer picture of the world. Cothran elaborates in a different article entitled “Is Fiction False?”; pointing out that novels, short stories, etc. do not teach us truths by directly going from our questions to some abstraction. Instead, we learn the truths of concrete realities by experiencing what its’ strengths and weaknesses are, how the truth plays out in practical reality.

           

In his book Orthodoxy, 20th century English jack-of-all-trades journalist/mystery author/apologist/philosopher G.K. Chesterton wrote an essay entitled “The Ethics of Elfland”. He opens by describing that the classical idea of democracy is really the same thing as tradition, as tradition is merely the democracy of the dead. In fact, he spends two pages outlining that point. Since, therefore, they really are the same thing; we ought to not discredit tradition merely because it is tradition. Chesterton says that “Fairy tales are the entirely reasonable things. They are not fantasies, for compared with them other things are fantastic. For Fairyland is nothing but the sunny country of common sense.”  There are some developments which are purely logical and reasonable, for example, the fact that if the Ugly Stepsisters are older than Cinderella, then Cinderella is younger than the Ugly Stepsisters. However, the true test of fairyland is of the imagination; which separates the rational from the irrational. We simply cannot fathom two plus three not equaling five, so that is a rational fact. But we can picture the grass one day growing blue; or a dog driving a motorcycle. These are irrational ideas. And Chesterton argues that most of the world we live in is, by that test, an extremely irrational place.

            For such an obscure character of history, G.K. Chesterton had a very large impact on the twentieth century, influencing those such as apologist C.S. Lewis, authors Dorothy Sayers and J.K. Rowling, and filmmakers Orson Welles and Alfred Hitchcock. Ralph C. Wood reviewed Chesterton’s essay collection in his article “Orthodoxy at a Hundred”, Wood said that while Chesterton was often cantankerous, and quite a character, he sought to amend the wrongs of his times “by means of a feisty and witty, punning and alliterative kind of journalism” (Wood). In the course of doing so, “Chesterton treats the most serious things in the lightest manner, probing depths when he appears to be skating on surfaces” (Wood).

            For all the apparent pointlessness of activities such as ice skating, there are some real uses and benefits, too. We may forget the particulars of a tale we hear as children, but that doesn’t mean that we’ve forgotten about the story. Nancy Willard explains this in a piece for Horn Book Magazine.  She says that while the story one forgets about disappears forever, the story one forgets only leaves for a short time. It will come back when needed; the stories don’t do long goodbyes very well. They are a shelter to keep us safe, as well as a station, sending us out into the world (Willard).

            As they send us out into the world, like any good guardian, they leave us pieces of advice to guide us in our travels. For all the wonderful satire of William Goldman’s cult classic The Princess Bride, he makes very clear to drive one point home: Life isn’t fair. Beauty and the Beast shows us that a thing must be loved before it is lovable in itself; that change can occur by showing kindness to those who are undeserving of it. The Three Little Pigs teaches us that in addition to work-ethic, we also need the proper knowledge and materials to succeed. Spider-Man and The Sword of Damocles both prove poignantly that when given great power, we must be careful to exercise it in a manner fitting such a great responsibility. Charlotte’s Web shocks us by depicting how far the bonds of friendship can stretch us.

            Fairy tales have many depths and layers, almost like an onion, Willard notes. As we grow, our depth of understanding increases, and much like Narnia’s Aslan, the stories grow bigger the older we become. Chesterton outlined that when we are very young children, we merely need tales, not necessarily fairy tales. Life itself is so interesting, we simply cannot conceive that we ever might need more depths than what we see. “A child of seven is excited by being told that Tommy opened a door and saw a dragon. But a child of three is excited that Tommy opened a door” (Chesterton).

            Stories and fairy tales teach us about life. They show us how the world works, set an example of how we should act. This sometimes means showing the other side of that coin, the consequences of what happens when we fail or disobey. This is why Jesus taught in parables, and the Greeks created their wonderful mythology, because we are wired to retain the things we hear through story, and then think about the tales we hear, and in doing so learn from them. Great ideas can be passed on, traits of virtue live immortally in legends. We get our morals and values from the stories we absorb and drink in, which makes the art of storytelling the most effective teaching tool there is.

This subject could easily take up whole volumes, as well as branching into other fields such as psychology or theology. There is too much information to be bottled up and left alone. However, I will sum up: This world is a mysterious place. We are all on a long journey, and the keys to fulfill the quests we must face are found in the stories we learn as children. Like Chesterton, these too are my attitudes towards life; which I also felt before I could think, and which I too thought before I could write.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Keep a-Goin'

     Listening to DC Talk and trying to get started on studying...maybe this poem will help. From my "One Hundred and One Famous Poems" book, on page 135, is "Keep a-Goin'", written by Frank L. Stanton.

"If you strike a thorn or rose,
Keep a-goin'!
If it hails or if it snows,
Keep a-goin'!
'Taint no use to sit an' whine
When the fish ain't on your line;
Bait your hook an' keep a-tryin' -
Keep a-goin'!

When the weather kills your crop,
Keep a-goin'!
Though 'tis work to reach the top,
Keep a-goin'!
S'pose you're out o' ev'ry dime,
Gittin' broke ain't a crime;
Tell the world you're feelin' prime -
Keep a-goin'!

When it looks like all is up,
Keep a-goin'!
Drain the sweetness from the cup,
Keep a-goin'!
See the wild birds on the wing,
Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
When you feel like sighin', sing -
Keep a-goin'!"

Nearly There...

     Whew. It's been a long week. Getting closer to the end of the semester, but thee's a LOT to be done before then...and I have about zero energy to work at it. (Which I why I'm working on this post instead of studying, but...yeah...)

     Well, after watching a cool movie called "Shattered Glass" last week in Basic Writing, we had a quiz on it Monday, which was an easy ten points. Working on a PowerPoint demonstration to be done this week in my computer class,  hopefully that will go okay. Tuesday and Thursday in math were spent going over geometry for a mini-test Tuesday right before finals, and I've got a paper to write by Tuesday on the benefits of communication through social media. And then FINALS. (Creepy dramatic piano music here...)

      And there was a lot of paperwork to fill out for various things, that was a headache. Necessary, but annoying. Wednesday was a little rough, more so than usual. Actually, this whole week has been sort of rough. Read through Jonah and worked on a post about that when I had a chance.

      Pretty much given up on AI, think I'll watch the very finale when they tell who won, but I'm bored. Don't care about any of the contestants, and Randy and Mariah aren't helping. At all.
      Went to BCM Monday, that went well. And I went running Monday afternoon for the first time in forever, and after about a mile or so I came on this concert by the fountain. These two older guys from here in town were playing, after a while one of them set his guitar down and picked up a mandolin. It was fantastic. They kinda reminded me of Dale, who was my guitar teacher and is a good friend.

     Found a Bicentennial quarter in my change from Morgan's, which was good. And I got a graduation announcement from Ash, that was also good. (Mail is a very good thing. I can see why soldiers and people are always hoping for some.)

      There was a dead squirrel lying on the ground by the volleyball courts last Sunday, I just checked and I think it's still there. Not the best enviroment to be around.

      I think the paper I wrote on fairy tales turned out all right, but it was late being graded, so we'll see...I hate that feeling right after a test or right before you hand in an essay. Geometry is a lot like Maria von Trapp in some ways: It is very easy to like it, except when it's, um, difficult. Thursday was one of those times. We spent nearly an hour trying to solve one problem. After much head-scratching and complaining, somehow we more or less wound up with the right answer. We don't know why we got the right answer, we just knew we finally did. Classmate: "Will we have a question like this on the test?" Mr. Shamblin: "After we've spent this much time on it? You can bet we'll definitely have this type of question on the test." Classmate: "Great. (Moans)" Mr. Shamblin: "Now will you be able to solve it? I don't know...I hope." George(another classmate): "We won't."

      As part of the faith-based floor's agreement with the school, we took part in a service project Thursday, helping with the weekly food ministry at First Methodist. That went better than any of us expected, and I can see why people hate working in restaurants and fast-food places. It's very stressful being a waiter! Stephen and I rode with Zach, cause none of us could remember how to get to the church. (Note to self: It's the gigantic one down past the funeral home and across the street from the library.)

      Went to Grandpa and Robbie's Friday night, all three of us just collapsed. The school year can't end soon enough. Texted YT pals Adam and Aubrey, good to hear from them. The reunion is set for July, most of us all who went are planning on trying to be there. Also heard from Tauri recently.
      Hollered at Jon, we swapped insults and bounced random plotting ideas of storytelling off each other.
      Slept until almost noon yesterday, then was just dragging the rest of the time. Think I'm just exhausted from school and stress and sleep deprivation. My ponytailed neighbor Drew has kept me awake at least twelve of the last fourteen nights. And I haven't been able to sleep very well for a while now...I keep having these nightmares. And if they're not nightmares, then just ultra-stressful situations.

      A Pixar marathon is needed....and also board-game-playing. I went and bought a Monopoly set for no reason while grocery shopping yesterday, not sure what that means, or why, since there's not really anybody to play it with. But it just feels better knowing there's a Monopoly set nearby, sort of like a Christmas tree.

     Was able to pick up my guitar and just play for about an hour the other day; which was fantastic. Haven't really been able to do that very much here lately. And I've almost been resting this weekend (gasp!!!!)

Jonah

     Well, when I was little, before Courtney was born, in the rare times when I wasn't reenacting the latesr ballgame in the backyard, or inventing wonderful comebacks and fierce rivalries with the counting cats, or learning basic math while playing board games, I would gather up my stuffed animals, set them all in a row, and preach a sermon to the cottony congregation. They didn't complain much about the depth of teaching(or lack of), since I didn't know anyone cared about things like that until about five years later. And they didn't mind that it was always the same sermon over and over, about Jonah. (With maybe some David and Goliath occasionally in there, too.)

     So, now fifteen years later, I'm sitting in my polar dorm room, with my homework mostly done for the most part, and wishing I knew people aroud here to do stuff with, where I didn't constantly have to keep my guard up, or pretend whatever was happening was interesting, or where I wouldn't feel like a burden to people. Just something...fun.

     So, I guess I'll find Bruno and Fetch the Beanie Babies, Dusty the Webkinz, Traveler the random dog Amanda sent me, and Abby Lee the guitar, tell them to wake up, sing a hymn or two(quietly, very quietly. Sigh. They should be sung loudly and joyfully.) and then grab my Bible off the shelf and flip it open somewhere and study it. May as well be Jonah as any other place, right?

(Continued several days later, in much the same mood...)

"The word of the Lord came to Jonah the son of Amittai: "Go to the great city of Nineveh and preach against it, because its wickedness has come before me."
But Jonah ran away from the Lord an headed to Tarshish. he went down to Joppa, where he found a ship bound for that port. After paying the fare, he went aboard and sailed for Tarshish to flee from the Lord."
I'm interrupting here, in kind a William Goldman-ish way, to comment on these verses. If God has decided to destroy Nineveh because he's sick of dealing with them, they must have been a seriously wicked people. I don't really know anything much about ancient Middle-Eastern geography(or geography of anywhere at any time), but Tarshish is a long ways from Nineveh in the opposite direction. Maybe it's like having to be in Georgia and driving towards Oregon instead.
Anyway, the point is, Jonah is disobeying. And...did he really think he could hide from God?
"Then the Lord sent a great wind on the sea, and such a violent storm arose that the ship threatened to break up. All the sailors were afraid and each one cried out to his own god. And they threw all the cargo into the sea to lighten the ship.
But Jonah had gone below deck, where he lay down and fell into a deep sleep. The captain went to him and said, "How can you sleep? Get up and call on your god! Maybe he will take notice of us, and we will not perish." 
Whatever polythestic religion(s) the sailors had, they got this part right. This was bad. They were panicking, and knew somehow, way hidden deep in some mysterious way, they knew that God was the ruler of all.
"Then the sailors said to each other, "Come, let us cast lots to find out who is responsible for this calamity." They cast lots and the lot fell on Jonah.
So they asked him, "Tell us, who is responsible for making all this trouble for us? What do you do? Where do you come from?  What is your country? From what people are you?"
He answered, "I am a Hebrew and I worship the Lord, the God of heaven, who made the sea and the land."
This terrified them and they asked, "What have you done?" (They knew he was running away from the Lord, because he had already told them so.)
Isn't this just unbelievable, Jonah's act of trying to run away in the first place? There must have been plenty of conversations between the sailors trying to figure out who this guy was, and why he was there. And again, proof that they knew about God's supremacy, by their incredulous question.
"The sea was getting rougher and rougher. So they asked him, "What can we do to you to get the sea calm down for us?"
"Pick me up and throw me into the sea," he replied, "and it will become calm. I know that it is my fault that this great storm has come upon us."
Was he trying to commit suicide, seeing as the running-away plan wasn't working? And that is a strange answer...
"Instead, the men did their best to row back to land. But they could not; the sea grew even wilder than before. Then they cried out to the Lord, "O Lord, please do not let us die for taking this man's life. Do not hold us accountable for killing an innocent man, for you, O Lord, have done as you pleased."
These sailors are looking like the best people in the story so far...they didn't want to murder someone, so they tried to get him away as fast as possible. But then when they see they don't really have that option, their prayer is heartfelt and genuine, obeying by doing something they didn't understand. Their hearts were being re-formed, changed drastically in a way that wasn't tame, but it was good.
"Then they took Jonah and threw him overboard, and the raging seas grew calm. At this the men greatly feared the Lord, and they offered a sarifice to the Lord and made vows to him. But the Lord provided a great fish to swallow Jonah, and Jonah was inside the fish three days and three nights.
Still more proof that they were changed. And another example of God's providence, his directing of things that fit together well looking back, but that don't make sense at the moment.
But, anyway, that ends chapter one.

"From inside the fish Jonah prayed to the Lord his God.
He said, "In my distress I called to the Lord, and he answered me. From the depths of the grave I called for help, and you listened to my cry. You hurled me into the deep, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all your waves and breakers swept over me. I said, "I have been banished from your sight; yet I will look again toward your holy temple." The engulfing waters threatened me, the deep surrounded me; seasweed was wrapped around my head. To the roots of the mountains I sank down; the earth beneath barred me in forever. But you brought my life up from the pit, O Lord my God.
"When my life was ebbing away, I remembered you, Lord, and my prayer rose to you, to your holy temple.
"Those who cling to worthless idols forfiet the grace that could be theirs. But I, with a song of thanksgiving, will sacrifice to you. What I have vowed I will make good. Salvation comes from the Lord."
And the Lord commanded the fish, and it vomited Jonah onto dry land.
Now, what he's saying is right...but...something just doesn't quite add up. See what's missing there? "I'm sorry for disobeying, please forgive me, Lord." That's kind of an important omission - if he would have said that, it would have been written down. But - it isn't.
He's depressed, and I think anyone would be, stuck inside a fish. But somehow this prayer is all about me, me, me...

Now to chapter three.

(Concluded a few days after that, while attempting to rest over the weekend and ignore this sickness that's trying to capture me...)

"Then the word of the Lord came to Jonah a second time: "Go to the great city of Nineveh and proclaim to it the message I give you."
Jonah obeyed the word of the Lord and went to Nineveh. Now, Nineveh was a very large city; it took three days to go all through it.
I heard once that would be an estimated population of 120,000, which was ENROMOUS in that day. Something like New York City or LA nowadays.
"Jonah started into the city, going a day's journey, and he proclaimed: "Forty more days and Nineveh will be destroyed." The Ninevites believed God. They declared a fast, and all of them, from the greatest to the least, put on sackcloth.
Jonah probably loved that message, getting to talk about the destruction of his enemies' greatest city. But the important thing is that the Ninevites believed what he was saying and repented. Fasting and sackcloth don't really have modern equivalents, but they were signs of very serious prayer and repentance.
"When the news reached the king of Nineveh, he rose from his throne, took off his royal robes, covered himself with sackcloth and sat down in the dust. Then he issued a proclaimation in Nineveh: "By the decree of the king and his nobles: Do not let any man or beast, herd or flock, taste anything, do not let them eat or drink. But let man and beast be covered with sackcloth. Let everyone call urgently on God. Let them give up their evil ways and their violence. Who knows? God may yet relent and with compassion turn from his fierce anger so that we will not perish."
"When God saw what they did and how they turned from their evil ways, he had compassion and did not bring upon them the desctruction he had threatened."
Wow. This is just amazing, so mind-boggling to consider: That a righteous holy God could forgive our sinful evil actions - Over and over and over...
This is also where most of the storybook versions we learn in Sunday School when five years old end. But it isn't actually the end of the story...
We still have one final chapter in this very strange little book.

"But Jonah was greatly displeased and became angry. He prayed to the Lord, "O Lord, is this not what I said when I was still at home? That is why I was so quick to flee to Tarshish. I knew that you were a gracious and compassionate God, slow to anger and abounding in love; a God who relents from sending calamity. Now, O Lord, take away my life, for it is better for me to die than to live." "But the Lord replied, "Have you any right to be angry?" 
Uh... Really? So he runs away; reluctantly obeys and gleefully condemns the city, and then complains because God is merciful. And there's that suicidal tendency again. It's just so unbelievably petty. And then God's response, much like his answer to Job: "Do you have any real reason to be angry with Me?"
"Jonah went out and set down in a place wast of the city. There he made himself a shelter, sat in its' shade and waited to see what would happen to the city. Then the Lord God provided a vine and made it grow up over Jonah to give shade for his head to ease his discomfort, and Jonah was very happy about the vine. But at dawn the next day God provided a worm, which chewed the vine so that it withered. When the sun rose, God provided a scorching east wind, and the sun blazed on Jonah's head so that he grew faint. He wanted to die, and said, "It would be better for me to die than to live."
How did he build a shelter? Out of what? And he's just going to sit there and watch for...nothing? Then God provides in his mercy a plant to grow to give shade, which Jonah does not in any way deserve. How did it grow over six feet in one day, anyway? Those aren't important, but curious questions that come up while reading...
God's mercy is also tempered with justice, so he killed the plant and raised up a might wind. And STILL Jonah doesn't get it.
"But God said to Jonah, "Do you have a right to be angry about the vine?"
"I do," he said. "I am angry enough to die."
But the Lord said, "You have been concerned about this vine, though you did not tend it or make it grow. It sprang up overnight andd died overnight. But Nineveh has more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who cannot tell their left hand from their right, and many cattle as well. Should I not be concerned about that great city?"
And that's it. The end. A reminder that God is God, and we are not. We usually don't understand his purposes, but he has a reason for them.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

April Swirl

     It's mid-April already(or maybe that's "finally"? Been a long winter.) That means kittens, and goat-kids, and dandelions, and storms, and applying for next semester enrollment(Ugh.) and everyone on the planet getting engaged or married.

     It's kind of a time of new beginnings, a weird crashed collection of events new and familiar, normal and unusual all rearranging into some new puzzle that will lead into life over the next year.

     I enrolled for fall last Monday....wondering why I was doing this all the while, but, I don't know, I said I'd give it one year here, and I've nearly survived it. Pretty well scarred, but still breathing. God's been good, He'll carry me through this next semester too. Had that Steven Curtis Chapman song "Burn The Ships" stuck in my head, it fit well.

     It's been rough, and not much fun. It's been dark at times, and maddenly solitary nearly all the time, covered who knows how many miles along the streets of town.. But I think I've gotten stronger from this experience. Not sure how, but it's always hard to judge your own growth.
      Glad to have family like Louise and Harry or Grandpa and Robbie nearby, that's a blessing. Gotten to know Ryan and Shelly and their family, which is good. There's been a steady stream of encouragement from GBC people, and my camp friends.

      Cody got married last summer, Alton in November, Phil a couple months ago. Julie's getting marreid this summer. From YT, Katie got married almost a year ago, and Amanda F. and Railey both got engaged. From camp, a lot of the older people at first have gotten married. Rae. Rich. Luke. Matt J. Kelsie, too. Pippa and Joe M. are engaged, Daniel is getting married sometime soonish-to-be-determined.

      And it was one year ago that I graduated, wasn't it? Seems like shorter, seems like longer. Josh is graduating this year, so is Matt. And Ash made top of her class.

      Was talking to Jessica the other day, the topic turned to birthdays somehow. She was freaking out about turning 20 in a few weeks, she didn't feel ready, smart enough, or whatever. That got me to thinking, too. I turn 20 next month.
     Trevor asked me a question once while I was doing laundry one day, he said, "How long is it until you're twenty?" I think a minute. "About a year and a half, I guess." "Wow. I can't believe it - My brother being twenty...you'll probably, like, have kids or something by then!" [Time isn't exactly his strong point, neither is math.]
     It's a funny story, but it's got a point: Things are changing. Really fast. One of these days, I will actually get married, graduate college, etc. In the next year, there will be unknown adventures and trials to get through, that will shape me further into who I'm supposed to be. Wasn't expecting to have this much time to pray, how tightly I'd have to claw my fingernails into the truth of God's word to hang on, how to live life this alone. But it's been okay, in some strange way. Like during Mimi's sickness, or Dado's decline, through the fire, or senior year of high school, freshman year has been one of those tough places I'll look back on later and just marvel in amazement at what was happening.
     
      I wanted to escape so badly from here. I love the town, just detest the school. My dorm room isn't much, in the worst building on campus on arguably the worst floor, but it is a roof. The food may be horrible most of the time, and unhealthy always, but it's there to provide some nourishment. I may occasionally have to walk a mile to the gas station to get a decent meal, but I have two working legs and I haven't been hit by a car yet.  So why have I often still felt homeless?
      I'm not exactly sure. Maybe because I was thrust into an alien world, exploding with people and low on animals. Possibly because it seemed pretty Race of Joseph-less. Probably because of the apathy everywhere from everyone on everything that really means something. But while helping at that homeless shelter a few weeks ago, it somehow worked as a reset of my system. All the memories and flashbacks, being able to hear these people's stories, get to know and pray for them, in some way reminded me that "It will be all right. You got through the fire, I planned that out for your good, now just watch Me work this section of life out up ahead. Trust that I'll get you through." Isaiah 43:1-3 again.
      But...yeah, somehow I came back not as scared, uncertain. I'm stuck here for the time being, so I may as well try to make the best of it as far as possible, right? We'll see where life leads, what's around the next bend.
      Jessica said, in a kidding sort of way, "I don't wanna grow up! You can't make me!" "You don't have to, ya know." "Huh? What'd you mean?" Well...it's complicated. Or maybe it's actually very simple, and we invent the complexities. But, anyway...as far as I can explain it, it's like this: The things we learn as kids, the ideals and morals and models of the fairy tales and stories, those are the keys to understanding the life we live in as grownups. I don't have it completely figured out yet, but that's something I've discovered over the last few months. Actually, I'm writing an essay for my Comp II class on this topic, I'll need to post it on here when I get a chance. Except it's far too big for one essay. It seems too vast even for one entire book. But...anyway, we'll see. Hopefully I was able to get my point across without preaching, which seems utterly wrong, but that's how the rules work for right now.
     
      I really need to wind this post up and get started on a last-second effort to study for tomorrow's computer test, which will be on a dull irrelevant(for my major) topic of Access databases that I don't understand too well. And then there's an orthodonist appointment Tuesday, and a math test Thursday. Several stories for Basic Writing that need to be spun, and another essay to write after this one gets finished. And then there's.FINALS.

      Oh well. Worry about the next ten minutes, and then the next hour. Once those are done, begin again with that ten minutes....it'll be okay.

      "KEEP CALM AND CARRY ON." - English WWII propaganda poster.
      "JUST KEEP SWIMMING...." - Dory, Finding Nemo.
      "I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN, I THINK I CAN...." - The Little Engine That Could.
      "PUT ONE FOOT IN FRONT OF THE OTHER..." From the song in the TV special "Santa Claus Is Coming To Town".
       These are all phrases that students are reminding themselves of at the moment.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

American Idol Season 12 Top Seven - Rock Classics Night

Tonight was awesome - especially the "no ballads" rule. Course, I like old rock music, so that was neat. Lots of good quotes tonight.
Loved the intro, Mariah kinda looked like a statue, the girls were matching again...that was still weird...
Burnell Taylor - "You Give Love a Bad Name", Bon Jovi - They were making fun of his accent, that was hilarious. And that thing with his hands. And the cackle... Candice: "Is that his real laugh? I asked him one time. Cause it sounds like he's dying." He kinda was, though, when it came to the song...far too prettyboy for this one. The sparkly glitter on his sleeves? He was totally lost, mumbling all through, and flat. (Or at least that's what I heard. TV was messing up again.) Overall, it was hysterically awful.
Keith, once he'd finally choked back the laughter: "I'm gonna assume rock isn't your thing..."
Nicki: "You reminded me of a teddy bear, and I just wanted to hug you."
Angie and Lazaro - "Crazy Little Thing Called Love", Queen - Good most of the way through. Angie was shouting, Lazaro missed lyrics, it was very showy, but it fit the song.
Nicki: "That was, ummm.....nice. It was fun to watch, at least."
Keith: "You achieved that variety-show effect you were shooting for very well."
Kree Harrison - "Piece of My Heart", Janis Joplin - Everybody teasing "Mom", talking about how she's such a hugger and knows everyone on the planet, and their kids and dogs and sisters and cousins once removed... Song was right up her alley, she rocked it. She's a pro. TML was the only criticism I could think of.
Keith: "I can't critique a woman who irons everybody's shirts...but how hard was it to perform in those boots?"
"Well, not too hard...but I've got a pinched nerve, so that's kinda hurting, made it a bit tough." "Aha...knew it was something..."
Nicki, interrupting: "Girl, you could've had a pinched nerve, you could've got on my nerves, you could've got on several nerves, I wouldn't care. That was magnificent."
Burnell and Candice - "The Letter", by Someone - It's a weird, creepy song, Phillip did a better job. Candice was shouting and angry, (who's surprised?) but the harmony part was almost good.
Janelle Arthur - "You May Be Right", Billy Joel - She's horse-in-the-yard country, that girl you see in a cornfield somewhere, who talks constantly as if she's in a soap opera... She had fun. The verses were good, the chorus not so much.
Keith: "I LOVE those boots!"
"Thanks. I thought they fit rock week well, since they're all stoned."
Nicki, to Keith: "You can't talk about fashion, I'm the girl. And you stole my line. I was gonna say that I loved those boots!"
The fringe that Randy thought was so neat looked stupid, I loved how he was wearing her vest and Nicki her boots after the commercial break.
Lazaro Arbos - "We Are the Champions", Queen - Ricky Ricardo wears brighter colors than most girls...maybe all that ice cream at work got to him? And those Dramatic Poses...hahaha. I loved this. Seriously, the only thing I wrote down in my notebook was "YES." Looked a little like Fonzie (if the Fonz ever wore a bowtie.) That was, I think, even better than Michael Johns' version.
Keith: "That was a GREAT song choice. And then you did that matador thing at the end, (Australian guy doing a bad Spanish accent) 'I am done with the song.'"
Amber, Janelle and Kree - "It's Still Rock'n'Roll to Me", Billy Joel - Nice, overall. They were working together well, it was a nice song. Amber wasn't that good, Janelle was worse.
Nicki: "It put me to sleep, that was SO CHEESY."
Candice Glover - "I Can't Get No Satisfaction", the Rolling Stones - The best part was the guitar solos. It was very boring.
Nicki: "I fell asleep on this one, too." And then the Ancient Booer impersonation...wonderful. "So bow, bow down to her if you want..."
Amber Holcomb - "What About Love", Heart - She talks to herself. Incessantly takes selfies. I like the song, it was a passably good karoke version, but the SCREAMING....! The best part was seeing Hollie in the audience.
Angie Miller - "Bring Me to Life", Effervesence - She has the eyes of Medusa, apparently, and looks like a retarded seal when excited about something. Amber: "I wouldn't wanna get into a staring contest with Angie...I'd lose." It was a dark performance, but cool. Good, but Mileylike. And the smoke machines were unnecessary.
My Rankings Tonight:
Lazaro,
Kree,
Angie,
Janelle,
Amber,
Candice,
Burnell.
Of the groups, the girls' trio was best, then Angie/Lazaro, and then Burnell/Candice.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Spring Break

     It was nice to have a week off from school.

     I went home for spring break a few weeks ago a day early, heading back Thursday night. Friday morning I tagged along as everybody went to go visit some friends, so I wandered around exploring, babysat little kids and had a conversation for nearly an hour on the problems with modern education. It was good to have a break, but it felt kinda weird to skip class.
     Then it was off to Tulsa for Courtney's play practice, that was neat to watch. Made me sort of miss acting, I was tagging different characters in the cast with personalities they reminded me of(e.g, Cinderella is Mariah, that short kid is me, the girl in back is Annette, etc.) And so of course we ended up singing songs from "Down By the Creek Bank" all weekend...

      Spent most of Saturday doing laundry and hanging out with the dogs and goats, things like that. Sunday it was great to be at GBC, nice to see everyone, and wonderful to be around so much good teaching.
    The next few days went about the same way, trying to balance a little bit of school stuff with spending time with everybody who wanted to do things with me (e.g, playing Legos with Trevor, board games with Caleb, catch with Amy). I lost several games of Settlers of Catan, which makes me a perfect 0-for-13 since Christmas(when we got the game). I did beat Caleb, who was also sick of losing constantly, in a two-player game, but that sort of doesn't count, since it's easier. So I guess I'm technically 1-for-14, a .071 winning percentage.
     Got nearer to caught up on stories, reread through Jan Karon's "Home to Holly Springs" and watched "Wreck-It Ralph". We now know what all the top creative people in animation were working on last year, that was fantastic. MUCH better than "Brave", which was appalling. It was a beautiful film, with a good soundttrack, but there was no story to it at all. You knew in the first three minutes the entire plot and what would happen when. And there wasn't really even any good one-liners or quotes.
     No, "Wreck-It Ralph" was far better. You totally were able to enter the world, yet it totally meshed with the real world; full of amazing little background touches on inspection later on in future viewings; history (of various video games); amazing relatable characters(Pretty sure I know Vanellope); spectacular insults and jabs between characters; and I really ought to just write a review of it.... The end-credits song is done by Owl City, there's go-kart racing, and the Bad Guys Anonymous meeting takes place in the ghostroom in "Pac-Man". There. And I haven't even started on the actual story itself...

     Well, anyway, went back to Tahlequah Wednesday night, everybody sat and talked at Grandpa's for about an hour, Harry and Louise came over, we got to talking about all the usual subjects(guns, animals, mandolins) and watched part of American Idol, the ever-stupid and omnipresent Beatles night. Nobody won.
    
     Thursday morning I and four other people jumped into a 1995 Dodge van on its last legs for the two-hour trip to Carthage, it was a bit of an adventure getting there. We decided to follow the GPS' directions, which took us west for half an hour and north fifteen minutes in order to go two hours east. We went a different route on the way back, through winding wonderful little Ozark towns in southwest Missouri, far north Arkansas and far eastern Oklahoma. Anyway, it was an interesting experience.
    
     There was only me, a guy named Tim who reminded me of an uncle I usually try to forget exists, and this guy named Brian who'll take over the leadership of CCF whenever Tom retires, and then Brian's two sons, aged ten and six. A lot of other people backed out for various reasons.
     The place we were volunteering was called the Carthage Crisis Center, a homeless shelter for people in southwest Missouri/southeast Kansas. Began in 1997 with the dream of an Episcopal priest, nine churches in the community came together to jointly set up the facility. It was a lot nicer than what I expected; falling between a nice dorm(if such a thing exists) and a hotel. There were about forty people altogether staying there at the moment; about fifteen men, eight women, and five families.
    
     We cleaned the laundry room Thursday afternoon; which was fantastic. I got to clean something!!! And it was helping somone - sort of. The group wasn't actually that helpful, I don't think, being far smaller than expected, and productivity could have been much improved. Anyway, it began snowing; great thick white flakes coating the sky and dropping on the ground.
     Didn't actually get to visit with any friends while gone, but I did talk to Ash, Jed and Alton, it was good to hear from them.
    
     Spent most of Thursday night trying to teach these eight-year-old girls, Gabby and Megan, how to play ping pong. It was...a lesson in patience for me, at least. Haha. Just trying to make their lives a little brighter, maybe someday later on they'll decide to start playing for real, and they'll remember that time at the shelter where that guy from some college somewhere took the time to try to teach the basics.
      I can't remember where we were or why we were there, but when I was little I once found this ping pong table, these teenagers were playing. I watch for a while, when the girl asks if I'd like to play. The guy hands me his paddle, and the girl tries to teach me how to return properly. I didn't understand it at all, but that scene's always stuck with me, how cool they seemed, how they took the time to be friendly to a little kid they'd never seen and wouldn't ever meet again.
      So the best part of the trip, I guess, was just getting to know the residents, how they came to be there, how I could pray for them. We met a man named Don at breakfast Friday morning, he and his family had their house burn last summer, they moved in with his mother, who died three months later, and then after that with a friend who turned out to be on drugs, and so they were all kicked out, leading to their staying at the shelter. Despite his struggles, the obvious ones, and then various health problems keeping him from his natural job as a plumber, including a terrible case of diabetes, he just radiated such an incredible joy, speaking of how God has used these trials to strengthen his faith and bind his family closer together.
      There's just a different atmosphere in the whole state, some kind of healing property in the air. I know it sounds crazy, but that's how it seems to me. Everyday life can be rough, but that's when God's mercies and grace are most clearly seen.
      The friendships between the residents was something amazing to witness, very hard to describe. Just unbelievable the way that life could (and will) go on, no matter where you happen to be at the moment. There was a birthday party thrown for a boy named Levi, he was turning seven, that was neat to watch, and inconceivable that we would be invited. Yet we were, and were welcomed as part of the family, no matter that our stay was measured in hours, as opposed to weeks or months. The kids all played together when they had free time, the mothers and other women talked and worked on various projects, the men cooperated well, each person doing his specific task with his team, and then dicussing the job market, politics or latest news of the Cardinals, Chiefs or Rams over meals.

      Friday was mostly spent working in a warehouse, sorting through oceans of bedding that had been donated in the morning, bagging and boxing those, then stacking for later sorting. A lot of heavy furniture was hauled away to be either thrown out or stored in the basement waiting for the next garage sale(I didn't help as much with this part, obviously), then a food delivery truck dropped off a load of groceries, so those needed to be sorted through and stashed somewhere. That was a neat atmosphere down there, despite warnings that it was creepy and scary.
    
     Overall, I kept getting flashbacks often; of that first shock and numb terror, and then the first halting steps at regaining control of our lives. I knew about having nowhere to go, that desperate clinging to whatever made a "normal" life at the moment, that sorting in cold temperatures through a deluge of items donated and saved, figuring out what can be kept and what to trash. Finding out so many new things about what a big God we have, how amazing He is.
     I was amazed, though, how quickly I adapted to everything. I can usually adjust to new things suddenly, new places of living(NSU being the notable exception), but still, this place felt like home. What that says about me, I'm not sure, but, it did.
     We had a place to go, and relatives swarming to assist any way they could. We had friends to encourage us and help us through. We had a budget-conscious contractor in charge of the remodel. We had a wonderful church praying and working with us. I had friends all over the country injecting humor and advice to give some stability. These people, they didn't have any of that. We could very well have been in the same situation, having to go somewhere like that.

     It wasn't enough. Not at all, and I will never be able to pay back all the help that we received when we needed it. But that's why I went on the trip; any help I can give, whether directly or behind-the-scenes so others can focus on serving, I want to give. If I get the chance, I'm definitely going back.

     Saturday I vacuumed most of the upstairs mostly single-handed, it was so good to be vacuuming a floor clean. Then it was time to leave after lunch, so I picked up(what else?) a local newspaper and a couple of energy drinks at the gas station. Slept in on Sunday, since it was the last day I could, and the semester began again with a vengeance, a terrible week followed, which made Easter look very appealing.

     It was weird to have so much time off, but it gave me a lot of time to think, and dimly began to light a path towards confusing answers. It wasn't the best that could be expected of a mission trip, but it was something. Maybe the Lord was working through us in ways we didn't recognize.