Well, I may need all the pennies I can get. Because my dear PowerBook G4 which has lasted FAR beyond its required lifespan and in all that time has performed above and beyond the call of duty...is starting to show its age.
Running hot, running LOUD, randomly freezing...all (apparently) signs of a hard drive starting to deteriorate. It's been a long time since the battery ever held a charge, and all of the things I like to run on the Internet are starting to pass me by, technology-wise.
So, I need to go. Because my dear computer--I have a feeling--is about to freeze up before I shut it down the nice way. Pray for me as I look into new machines/other alternatives and gulp at hurtful price-tags.
-The GLS
Monday, June 7, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
You've Got To...
"...peel...bananas...peel peel bananas got to peel...bananas...peel peel bananas...!"
I have decided that I love Sunday night dinner. Because it's always odd.
Let me explain...
I don't go to church on Sunday mornings. This is not exactly because I'm not a morning person, but more because I prefer the 7pm service at my church. However, when I leave my house to GET to church (and, you know, get a parking place) it's around 6, because my church is not exactly nearby. This would place dinner at around 5:30pm. And at my house, we just don't do the early dinner thing very well.
So I usually stop by the grocery store to grab something for dinner on Sunday nights after church, because by the time I get home my parents are either already asleep or getting ready to be. This also means that I can't use the kitchen without disturbing them (we have a small house).
See what I have to work with?
Tonight's dinner is simple, but divine. For under $4, I was able to purchase a half-pint of milk, some instant oatmeal, and a banana. Filling, sweet, and delicious! And the only appliance required is my electric kettle (which represents probably the best money I ever spent).
As I finish my last bites of oatmeal, I WILL say that my latest gutsiness has been mostly studying and writing in nature. I cannot WAIT for finals to be over, and then I can be DONE with school! At least for awhile. :)
To anyone who is currently cramming for finals: good luck, and stay strong! To those who are already done with finals/graduated: Yeah, yeah, hush. To those who've never taken a final in their lives: boy, have YOU been missing out.
-The GLS
I have decided that I love Sunday night dinner. Because it's always odd.
Let me explain...
I don't go to church on Sunday mornings. This is not exactly because I'm not a morning person, but more because I prefer the 7pm service at my church. However, when I leave my house to GET to church (and, you know, get a parking place) it's around 6, because my church is not exactly nearby. This would place dinner at around 5:30pm. And at my house, we just don't do the early dinner thing very well.
So I usually stop by the grocery store to grab something for dinner on Sunday nights after church, because by the time I get home my parents are either already asleep or getting ready to be. This also means that I can't use the kitchen without disturbing them (we have a small house).
See what I have to work with?
Tonight's dinner is simple, but divine. For under $4, I was able to purchase a half-pint of milk, some instant oatmeal, and a banana. Filling, sweet, and delicious! And the only appliance required is my electric kettle (which represents probably the best money I ever spent).
As I finish my last bites of oatmeal, I WILL say that my latest gutsiness has been mostly studying and writing in nature. I cannot WAIT for finals to be over, and then I can be DONE with school! At least for awhile. :)
To anyone who is currently cramming for finals: good luck, and stay strong! To those who are already done with finals/graduated: Yeah, yeah, hush. To those who've never taken a final in their lives: boy, have YOU been missing out.
-The GLS
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Play Games, All Sorts.
Okay, so here's the thing. I'm a little frazzled, currently. I listened to a LOT of classic music on LP all day, because I went digging through my parents' old records. Seriously. There was Fleetwood Mac, Art Garfunkel, Johnny Cash, The Eagles, The Kinks, Lovin' Spoonful, and perhaps two or three more that I don't recall. Wow. Just, wow.
But it made studying go a lot easier.
I did ten or so odd pages of Study Guide for my Astronomy final on Wednesday. I still have two optional labs and who knows how much studying for Logic to do, but it's a start! And it took me all day. Who knew a non-comprehensive final could be so...comprehensive...?
To top it all off, I can't stop playing "Cath" by Death Cab for Cutie on my ukulele (it works surprisingly well!) and I'm just in an all-around jolly and weird mood. So please forgive.
I also feel another short story coming on...but I need a little help. I'm looking for famous male/female pairs from literary history. Not necessarily romantic, just famous. So far I have:
1. Mary Poppins & Bert
2. Scout & Jem Finch
3. Merlin & Nimue
...and that's it. I'm a little ashamed of myself.
Can you think of any?
I'd be most obliged.
And now, to go play "Cath" for the thirteenth time this evening. Please excuse me...
-The GLS
But it made studying go a lot easier.
I did ten or so odd pages of Study Guide for my Astronomy final on Wednesday. I still have two optional labs and who knows how much studying for Logic to do, but it's a start! And it took me all day. Who knew a non-comprehensive final could be so...comprehensive...?
To top it all off, I can't stop playing "Cath" by Death Cab for Cutie on my ukulele (it works surprisingly well!) and I'm just in an all-around jolly and weird mood. So please forgive.
I also feel another short story coming on...but I need a little help. I'm looking for famous male/female pairs from literary history. Not necessarily romantic, just famous. So far I have:
1. Mary Poppins & Bert
2. Scout & Jem Finch
3. Merlin & Nimue
...and that's it. I'm a little ashamed of myself.
Can you think of any?
I'd be most obliged.
And now, to go play "Cath" for the thirteenth time this evening. Please excuse me...
-The GLS
Friday, June 4, 2010
Archbishop of Canterbury...
I've been watching the UK Office. Blame Ricky Gervais' lunacy for the title of the post.
Tonight I'm allowing myself the freedom to relax, because this weekend I am going to be going crazy trying to finish up my final week of school for a long time. With two finals this coming Wednesday, this weekend is going to be a bit dry, but it'll be worth it to graduate with good grades and peace of mind.
Wishing all of you in similar (or crazier) circumstances all the best...
-The GLS
Tonight I'm allowing myself the freedom to relax, because this weekend I am going to be going crazy trying to finish up my final week of school for a long time. With two finals this coming Wednesday, this weekend is going to be a bit dry, but it'll be worth it to graduate with good grades and peace of mind.
Wishing all of you in similar (or crazier) circumstances all the best...
-The GLS
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Snowball Effect.
I'm sitting in the red glow of one red kerosene lamp and one red glassybaby (don't ask...I thought it was pretty), contemplating and sipping Russian Caravan tea. "Iris" by the Goo Goo Dolls just came on the iPod. How wonderful a song is that, after all these years? Honestly.
I was going to try out my very first small group for my church, tonight, but in the end I declined. And it was another one of those agonizing decisions where I was afraid of what other people might think of me for not attending.
And then I had to slap myself upside the head (not...literally...) and force myself to stop using the word "should". What I SHOULD do, where I SHOULD go, how I SHOULD feel. I get on my own nerves when I do that.
Thankfully, because I didn't attend, I was able to finish my last discussion board homework assignment for Logic class. So close to the end!
It was a good day, but tomorrow is Friday and therefore by default is going to be awesome.
Wishing you all the best tomorrow can offer.
-The GLS
I was going to try out my very first small group for my church, tonight, but in the end I declined. And it was another one of those agonizing decisions where I was afraid of what other people might think of me for not attending.
And then I had to slap myself upside the head (not...literally...) and force myself to stop using the word "should". What I SHOULD do, where I SHOULD go, how I SHOULD feel. I get on my own nerves when I do that.
Thankfully, because I didn't attend, I was able to finish my last discussion board homework assignment for Logic class. So close to the end!
It was a good day, but tomorrow is Friday and therefore by default is going to be awesome.
Wishing you all the best tomorrow can offer.
-The GLS
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
John Turturro says...
I very nearly forgot to write this, tonight...
So, things are ramping up in order to die back down. My finals are next Wednesday, which means a lot of studying and stress is in order, of course. This weekend is going to be a maze of papers and books and studying. Which is good. It keeps me on my toes.
But what did I do, today, during an hour at the daycare's naptime? Did I begin the study process? Did I read a chapter? Did I mark up a study guide?
Of course not. I wrote a short story!
A very brief excerpt, for your reading pleasure:
No one in Goldgreen knows what became of Flyting Oleanane, the grocer’s daughter. There have been many theories, of course, as theories more so than children are the offspring of small towns. And when Flyting Oleanane disappeared, two dozen theories were born to take her place, which in a gossip’s arithmetic may very well come out even.
Still untitled, but I felt like sharing.
-The GLS
PS: The title of the post? Don't ask. I just feel like I've seen a lot of films with him in them, lately...
So, things are ramping up in order to die back down. My finals are next Wednesday, which means a lot of studying and stress is in order, of course. This weekend is going to be a maze of papers and books and studying. Which is good. It keeps me on my toes.
But what did I do, today, during an hour at the daycare's naptime? Did I begin the study process? Did I read a chapter? Did I mark up a study guide?
Of course not. I wrote a short story!
A very brief excerpt, for your reading pleasure:
No one in Goldgreen knows what became of Flyting Oleanane, the grocer’s daughter. There have been many theories, of course, as theories more so than children are the offspring of small towns. And when Flyting Oleanane disappeared, two dozen theories were born to take her place, which in a gossip’s arithmetic may very well come out even.
Still untitled, but I felt like sharing.
-The GLS
PS: The title of the post? Don't ask. I just feel like I've seen a lot of films with him in them, lately...
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Glow.
Around here (being the Pacific Northwest in these here United States of America), we have a little thing called rain. And though we all who are natives to this land have a love/hate relationship with rain, there are certain things we have come to expect about living in a place that remains so typically moist. Some things, it seems, are simply inevitable.
Head colds, for example.
Currently, my mum is a sufferer of the common cold, and when momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy (or so goes the adage...which could probably do with a few less double negatives, my opinion be known).
Because she specifically asked me, I decided to come out of retirement and once again take up the mantle of assassin...killer of colds. My uniform? A blue and green flowery apron. My weapons? A medium-sized saucepan and a bamboo spoon. My ammunition? Garlic, chicken broth, cayenne pepper, more garlic, black pepper, a pinch of salt, olive oil, and more garlic.
Yes, indeed, it's Garlic Soup time, again.
Seriously, guys. When you have a cold, drop me a line. I'll either send you the recipe or (if you live close enough) a vat of soup in the mail (messy, but worth it?).
Heck, when I'm living in a place big enough to accomodate it, I'll just run an infirmary around winter/late spring. Come on over for garlic soup, toast, and Frasier reruns.
Frankly, right now I'm just trying to decide if I should light my kerosene lamp. Pretty, of course. Illuminating, certainly. Stinky? Yes, sadly.
To end, a brief excerpt from one of my short stories. You're welcome.
And if you looked to the sidewalk between these two buildings, you would find a garden. A splash of colors and faces, wings and jewels and waves and creatures that no human eye has ever seen. You would find abysses of darkness and clouds upon high, lofty towers of light in a distant welkin no angel has ever lived in. Fields of flowers that no breeze can move, silken arms of women no man’s finger could ever caress. Palaces of azure seeming to loom into the alley, though they never leave the ground. Beaches of pearls, dogs chasing rolling crowns, and a pair of lions so real you might take a step or two backward. There, in the place between old and new, would you find dreamscapes and rolling plains from an imagination that fills in the spaces in space itself.
-Excerpt from "The Courtship of the Blue-Eyed Widow"
A cheery goodnight...
-The GLS
Head colds, for example.
Currently, my mum is a sufferer of the common cold, and when momma ain't happy, ain't nobody happy (or so goes the adage...which could probably do with a few less double negatives, my opinion be known).
Because she specifically asked me, I decided to come out of retirement and once again take up the mantle of assassin...killer of colds. My uniform? A blue and green flowery apron. My weapons? A medium-sized saucepan and a bamboo spoon. My ammunition? Garlic, chicken broth, cayenne pepper, more garlic, black pepper, a pinch of salt, olive oil, and more garlic.
Yes, indeed, it's Garlic Soup time, again.
Seriously, guys. When you have a cold, drop me a line. I'll either send you the recipe or (if you live close enough) a vat of soup in the mail (messy, but worth it?).
Heck, when I'm living in a place big enough to accomodate it, I'll just run an infirmary around winter/late spring. Come on over for garlic soup, toast, and Frasier reruns.
Frankly, right now I'm just trying to decide if I should light my kerosene lamp. Pretty, of course. Illuminating, certainly. Stinky? Yes, sadly.
To end, a brief excerpt from one of my short stories. You're welcome.
And if you looked to the sidewalk between these two buildings, you would find a garden. A splash of colors and faces, wings and jewels and waves and creatures that no human eye has ever seen. You would find abysses of darkness and clouds upon high, lofty towers of light in a distant welkin no angel has ever lived in. Fields of flowers that no breeze can move, silken arms of women no man’s finger could ever caress. Palaces of azure seeming to loom into the alley, though they never leave the ground. Beaches of pearls, dogs chasing rolling crowns, and a pair of lions so real you might take a step or two backward. There, in the place between old and new, would you find dreamscapes and rolling plains from an imagination that fills in the spaces in space itself.
-Excerpt from "The Courtship of the Blue-Eyed Widow"
A cheery goodnight...
-The GLS
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