Country roads, take me home. To the place, I BELONG...
During one of our breaks today, one of my co-workers and I talked about places we've traveled to. We soon were in concurrence; travel is one of the highs of life, even better when it's cheap and there's something about home that we love and cannot run from.
Preaching to the choir, I know. BUT, for the longest time I've been wrestling with the issue of where to make "home". Every place I've lived, I've liked to some degree. BUT, in the end I've found some flaw that I cannot bring myself to live with.
The sayings are true, home is where you make it. Maybe I just need to stop being so daggone picky. Apply that 80/20 rule in relationships towards living space, perhaps?
Mahalia Jackson's last verse of "A City Called Heaven" comes to mind. Maybe this is why I've been wrestling with the idea for so long. He calls us to find it. Matthew 13.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Saturday, August 6, 2011
food affair (ii)
Tapas.
Seeing it from a Chinese P.O.V., its comparable to that of 點心. Always better when shared with others, but equally good solo.
Arugula Salad with Avocados, Sea Salt, and Lime. Chicken Vindaloo. Fried Dumplings with Peanut Sauce. Eggplant Fries with Hot Sauce and Powdered Sugar. "One Dollar Chicken Dinner". Kobe Beef.
KM, our dear friend D, and me enjoyed this RIDONK meal yesterday. I'm drooling thinking about it. Props to the genius(es) who came up with such ridiculous but delicious ideas.
This recent food affair has brought to mind another writing venture that I've been wrestling with for some time...Food blog, coming soon? Keep y'all posted on it.
Seeing it from a Chinese P.O.V., its comparable to that of 點心. Always better when shared with others, but equally good solo.
Arugula Salad with Avocados, Sea Salt, and Lime. Chicken Vindaloo. Fried Dumplings with Peanut Sauce. Eggplant Fries with Hot Sauce and Powdered Sugar. "One Dollar Chicken Dinner". Kobe Beef.
KM, our dear friend D, and me enjoyed this RIDONK meal yesterday. I'm drooling thinking about it. Props to the genius(es) who came up with such ridiculous but delicious ideas.
This recent food affair has brought to mind another writing venture that I've been wrestling with for some time...Food blog, coming soon? Keep y'all posted on it.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
we've only just begun...
Every time I hear that line being sung, I'm reminded of that alarm clock from 1408 (good movie, by the way). Who knew you could be creeped out by the Carpenters...smh.
On much less creepier things, my dear cousin was married yesterday. Congrats to the happily newly wed couple!
Since I was part of the bridal party, wedding photos were MANDATORY. Never have I seen so many flashing lights in a day. Nor, did I mind. Hehehe.
It was a nice little shindig with a B-E-A-U-tiful buffet. I'm gonna stop now while I'm ahead.
The toasts were the best part of the evening. One of the more memorable speeches was the one given by the groom's dad. He spoke on Christ's taking on of His bride. Can I get an Amen? Dance party and wedding games ensued.
As the night drew to a close, the DJ ended the dance party with the aforementioned Carpenters' song. How fitting. How true. Everything short of 1408.
Congrats again to them married folks. I hope they're enjoying their week long vacay. Yeah, I said it.
On much less creepier things, my dear cousin was married yesterday. Congrats to the happily newly wed couple!
Since I was part of the bridal party, wedding photos were MANDATORY. Never have I seen so many flashing lights in a day. Nor, did I mind. Hehehe.
It was a nice little shindig with a B-E-A-U-tiful buffet. I'm gonna stop now while I'm ahead.
The toasts were the best part of the evening. One of the more memorable speeches was the one given by the groom's dad. He spoke on Christ's taking on of His bride. Can I get an Amen? Dance party and wedding games ensued.
As the night drew to a close, the DJ ended the dance party with the aforementioned Carpenters' song. How fitting. How true. Everything short of 1408.
Congrats again to them married folks. I hope they're enjoying their week long vacay. Yeah, I said it.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
land, sea, and air
This one is for SR. I hope he doesn't mind.
On catching up with one of my former students, SR and I talked about his trip to the Holy Land.
As most of my dear readers know, Religious Studies was hustle/major part 2, so we had PLENTY to talk about.
Seeing and experiencing Israel first hand and retelling the sights he witnessed overwhelmed me with a series of fits of goosebumps. To see, smell, breathe, walk, etc. etc. the very same places Biblical folks have lived. I've got goosebumps even as I reflect and write this sentence.
As the exchange progressed, he mentioned some worries he had been wrestling with about the upcoming semester, on a boat in the SEA of GALILEE?!? When in the midst of deep contemplation, a flock of birds flew by him. SR recounted that he was reminded of the birds mentioned in Matthew 6. More goosebumps.
I dare not summarize SR's trip, for fear of cheapening the experience, but I will say this...
The birds were a beautiful reminder of His omnipresence. To think, that He would use His creations to speak to us. To remind us of His power. His might. His glory. Land, sea, and air.
On catching up with one of my former students, SR and I talked about his trip to the Holy Land.
As most of my dear readers know, Religious Studies was hustle/major part 2, so we had PLENTY to talk about.
Seeing and experiencing Israel first hand and retelling the sights he witnessed overwhelmed me with a series of fits of goosebumps. To see, smell, breathe, walk, etc. etc. the very same places Biblical folks have lived. I've got goosebumps even as I reflect and write this sentence.
As the exchange progressed, he mentioned some worries he had been wrestling with about the upcoming semester, on a boat in the SEA of GALILEE?!? When in the midst of deep contemplation, a flock of birds flew by him. SR recounted that he was reminded of the birds mentioned in Matthew 6. More goosebumps.
I dare not summarize SR's trip, for fear of cheapening the experience, but I will say this...
The birds were a beautiful reminder of His omnipresence. To think, that He would use His creations to speak to us. To remind us of His power. His might. His glory. Land, sea, and air.
Monday, July 11, 2011
the eleventh hour
TOO MANY things happen at this time.
From my days as a student, I remember countless papers being written at this time. A lot of times it was procrastination. BUT, more times than the former excuse, it was because I just couldn't think of anything to write. I've conceded to the fact that I'm a terrible writer. Folks say practice makes perfect, hence more reasons for me to blog. Although, I don't conform to "regular" writing formats. Oh, well.
From my on and off work experience in the food industry, this hour sucks. Not gonna attempt to recount any stories. There are COUNTLESS. I think the front and back of the house staff of any food establishment can commiserate with me on this.
In more recent years, I've come to realize this is the time that really counts. This is the time when all that was supposedly naught comes booming into fruition. This is the time when something finally gives way. This is the time when all else has failed miserably, that ONE thing pulls us through.
Much like that final hour when He breathed His last. When all thought that His death was in vain, it was than that victory was achieved.
I'm not saying to procrastinate. Far from it, dear reader! I'm just saying be optimistic about the eleventh hour because...the end is near.
From my days as a student, I remember countless papers being written at this time. A lot of times it was procrastination. BUT, more times than the former excuse, it was because I just couldn't think of anything to write. I've conceded to the fact that I'm a terrible writer. Folks say practice makes perfect, hence more reasons for me to blog. Although, I don't conform to "regular" writing formats. Oh, well.
From my on and off work experience in the food industry, this hour sucks. Not gonna attempt to recount any stories. There are COUNTLESS. I think the front and back of the house staff of any food establishment can commiserate with me on this.
In more recent years, I've come to realize this is the time that really counts. This is the time when all that was supposedly naught comes booming into fruition. This is the time when something finally gives way. This is the time when all else has failed miserably, that ONE thing pulls us through.
Much like that final hour when He breathed His last. When all thought that His death was in vain, it was than that victory was achieved.
I'm not saying to procrastinate. Far from it, dear reader! I'm just saying be optimistic about the eleventh hour because...the end is near.
Friday, July 8, 2011
ad infinitum
I just got slapped again.
The tired joke/lament of aging keeps coming up in my conversations.
Another set of my dear Gov School students are going/have gone to college orientation.
Folks I love and miss from the Grape are getting married within the year.
Couples I knew before they were an item are married and are pregnant (the collective, "We're pregnant!", mind you).
Life keeps moving along, and it seems that I'm a witness to the much-too-fast-of-a-pace-for-my-going for the folks around me. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with my pace for now, it just seems that ERRRBODY's on rush hour mode.
Maybe my going with the flow is too slow? Whatever the case, I pray that my timing coincides with His perfect timing. His Will be done, not mine. Like how He's been doing it, ad infinitum.
The tired joke/lament of aging keeps coming up in my conversations.
Another set of my dear Gov School students are going/have gone to college orientation.
Folks I love and miss from the Grape are getting married within the year.
Couples I knew before they were an item are married and are pregnant (the collective, "We're pregnant!", mind you).
Life keeps moving along, and it seems that I'm a witness to the much-too-fast-of-a-pace-for-my-going for the folks around me. Don't get me wrong, I'm ok with my pace for now, it just seems that ERRRBODY's on rush hour mode.
Maybe my going with the flow is too slow? Whatever the case, I pray that my timing coincides with His perfect timing. His Will be done, not mine. Like how He's been doing it, ad infinitum.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
love vs. l'œuf
WIMBLEDON.
For the past 3 years, I haven't been able to follow Wimbledon because of the greatness that is Gov School. Now that I'm in temporary retirement from it, I've been following it like crazy.
So this year, Sharapova has risen through the Wimbledon ranks again. I love a comeback. I remember her title match against Serena back in '04. Oooh, was that game something to watch! But since then I've not heard much of her Wimbledon-wise. But, to bring it back to the present, her match against Kvitova was CRAZY. 4 deuces?!? I was frustrated and tired for the both of them. Congrats to Kvitova for winning this year.
It seems that whatever spectator sport that I follow closely at the moment has that "I-need-to-play-that-right-NOW" effect on me.
Now I'm desperately looking for my racket.
US Open is just a month away!
Addendum: Djokovic won the Men's title. I'm telling you, these folks from the former Soviet Bloc...
For the past 3 years, I haven't been able to follow Wimbledon because of the greatness that is Gov School. Now that I'm in temporary retirement from it, I've been following it like crazy.
So this year, Sharapova has risen through the Wimbledon ranks again. I love a comeback. I remember her title match against Serena back in '04. Oooh, was that game something to watch! But since then I've not heard much of her Wimbledon-wise. But, to bring it back to the present, her match against Kvitova was CRAZY. 4 deuces?!? I was frustrated and tired for the both of them. Congrats to Kvitova for winning this year.
It seems that whatever spectator sport that I follow closely at the moment has that "I-need-to-play-that-right-NOW" effect on me.
Now I'm desperately looking for my racket.
US Open is just a month away!
Addendum: Djokovic won the Men's title. I'm telling you, these folks from the former Soviet Bloc...
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