Tuesday, August 31, 2010

A little creative humor for the day provided by Sloane Crosley

I just got done reading a superficially entertaining book entitled "I was told there'd be cake" essays by Sloane Crosley. I liked her creative way of describing situations, and the way she says what sometimes rolls through my mind unable to get out. So here is a few examples of her writings and will leave you with no need to pick up the book and read the whole thing as I have just done. I like the way she writes, not always what she writes about.

I was taught that candles were like house cats-- domesticated versions of something wild and dangerous. There's no way to know how much of that killer instinct lurks in the darkness. I used to think the house-burning paranoia was the result of some upper-middle-class fear regarding the potential destruction of a half-million-dollar Westchester house the size of a matchbox. Then I realized the fear stemmed from something far less complex: we're not used to fire. Candles are a staple of Judaic existence, like many suburban residents before us, we're pretty bad Jews. (Riverhead books, 2008, p. 11)
Some people do yoga in the morning; Ursala gave looks so stern I believe she burned calories creating them. When had I become no better than a haughty vegan Anglophile? It was all so unfair; I had never even read David Foster Wallace. I was a good egg, but I guess you can't make a omelet without breaking a few. (p.36)
In order to get married these days, God isn't witness enough. You have to have someone present who helped find your retainer after a sleepover. Although some overlap is permitted, the women you see each week are almost never the same set of women lined up behind you at the alter. Your current friends are wildcards and while they may be invited, they are not to be tortured with envelope licking. Marriage is about the permanence of one's future and it can't proceed without a well-earned past of trick-or-treating and bloody ten-speed accidents. (147,48)
The setting for this next one is a pre-wedding get-together-- where she had been guilted into the wedding party by someone she hadn't spoken to in high school-- and before matrimony they had decided to change their last names to Universe in order to be Mr. and Mrs. Universe.
I laughed very hard. Wine shot up into my nose, which I decided was God's way of telling me it was time to switch to hard alcohol. It quickly became apparent that I was alone in my amusement when all the women stopped chattering and looked at me like bunny rabbits. (163)
I know I've found myself in similar situations at some of these all girl get-togethers.

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Quotes from Emma:

Jane Austen says of Mr. Elton, "His gallantry was always on the alert." (Ch. 6, p 43)

Emma persuading Harriet ~better taken out of context than in~ "If she can hesitate as to 'Yes,' she ought to say 'No' directly. It is not a state to be safely entered into with doubtful feelings, with half a heart." (7, 74) There are truth to her words.

"Vanity working on a weak head produces every sort of mischief." ~The Sensible One~ Knightley (8,58)

Thursday, August 19, 2010

saintly quote of the day

"Just as, therefore, it would be the height of folly for a simple person to assert that what a philosopher proposes is false on the ground that he himself cannot understand it, so (and even more so) it is the acme of stupidity for a man to suspect as false what is divinely revealed through the ministry of the angels simply because it cannot be investigated by reason" (St. Thomas, Summa Contra Gentiles, 1.3.4).

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Here's a little sauce I just whipped up from what was on hand. Drew and I have been "cooking out of the cabinet," so whatever happens to be in the fridge/freezer/cabinet is what's for dinner. I'll buy a few things a week to make things go together, but anywho... to top the frozen chicken we have, I made this from condiments likely to be in everyone's fridge.

1/2 c. ketchup
1-2 t. liquid smoke
1/4 c. Worcestershire sauce
1T crushed garlic
1/3 c. Louisiana hot sauce
Whisk it up, pour over chicken, and slow simmer until cooked. I like to brown the chicken first to keep it somewhat crisp and juicy.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

The greatest of these is Love.

Let me take this sombre moment of pensive eventide to address (briefly) a topic of which I'm sure I still know so little about. Marriage.
I believe many would look at me and say, "Young, inexperienced."I may be young and inexperienced. I may be dreamy and unrealistic. But to this I say "Pha!" True, years have not passed to ebb the romance. Need it? Is this complacency what we have to look forward to? Again I say, "Pha!"
Look at the ocean through your mind's eye. See it with the sun shining on it as it serenely meets the shore. Now see it dark and stormy, rough and intimidating, passionate. You look at it with a wary, uncertain eye. It is powerful and it is beautiful. But calm or rough it slowly softens the edges of the rock turning the jagged smooth. A process that takes years. Only God could create (I could stop right there) such a perfect system. It does not work the other way round. The lapping water cannot turn a smooth rock jagged.
Marriage is like this. We can either step into this vast ocean of uncertainty knowing that Christ is with us; or can remain in fear and on edge because we're not sure what might happen next. We can either enter marriage expecting never-ceasing sunshine; or we can be joyful in the seasons. My point is that we can choose to stay stagnant with our crags sticking in every direction; or we can be as God intended: bathed in the water and smoothed over the years. In order to do this we have to forgive the little things, don't let them build up; be a servant; remember love covers a multitude of sin. In marriage sin should be continuously leaving with the tide never to be heard of again. We cannot pile up resentment like stacks of paper just waiting for a good breeze to come along and make a mess.
Also there can be no condemnation in Christ. So,when we cast the blame instead of looking at our own crags that need baptizing we, in one sense, are casting the first stone... at someone else. If we continue running from the water, instead of looking to it to cleanse us, we will not wind up smooth and clean; we will stay rough and dirty. Dismissing sanctification only leads to embitterment as we cling to those sins we just couldn't wash away. So, I see we have two choices left to us. We can either continue watching the ocean, scared of the storm with our crags sticking in every direction, or we can step into the ocean, in faith, knowing that Christ walks beside us. Knowing that when the water smacks us in the head it's for our betterment and eternal beauty, slowly smoothing away our harsh edges. If we remain rough we remain rude and shapeless, leaving us unfinished.
It is sad to see those who bristle at inconvenience and cling to the sins of others' to feed their own resentment. I know I've done it; something comes along that I wasn't expecting. Plans or people pop up without having their name written on my calender first. That's not very fun, now is it? Relax in the water and let God's grace and your love cover a multitude of sins, 70x7.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

4 months... I've gone longer

E has inspired me to revisit my blog. To write about what, I do not know, but the blog has been feeling a bit neglected of late. We have had a past few busy months with moving, camping, running hither and thither with Drew for work, working myself, and blazzey blah. I am enjoying my clients when they call. I am enjoying friends when they call. And I am enjoying talking to my mother everyday when she calls, she is a blessing. I have been reading Wodehouse's The Code of the Woosters lately to Drew. We're at the part where Bertie and Jeeves have entered Stiffy's room to look for the notebook when out pops Bartholemew. And when I get into something a bit deeper then I'll be sure and pass that along, but for now,
One doesn't want to make a song and dance about one's ancient lineage, of course, but after all the Woosters did come over with the Conquerer and were extremely pally with him: and a fat lot of good it is coming over with Conquerers, if you're simply going to wind up by being given the elbow by Aberdeen terriers.
Bertie goes on viewing this thing from all angles (well, as many as can be seen atop a dresser) pitying the highly-strung housemaid:
I can see her coming into the room to turn down the bed. I picture her as a rather fragile girl with big eyes and a timid expression. She crosses the threshold. She approaches the bed. And out leaps this man eating dog. One does not like to dwell upon the sequel.
Both are from chapter 8. Even though I have watched these stories played out there is that certain something that is Wodehouse that cannot be brought to screen, must be read for the self, if ya know what I mean. Well, toodle-pip, for now.