<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974</id><updated>2012-01-27T10:40:30.951-05:00</updated><category term='unemployment sucks'/><category term='books to read'/><category term='grandma walker'/><category term='the church'/><category term='harry potter world'/><category term='record spinnin&apos;'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='let me just climb up on my soapbox'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><category term='pittsburgh'/><category term='school'/><category term='ridiculous animal pictures'/><category term='change the world'/><category term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category term='home'/><category term='ode to netflix'/><category term='the funs'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><category term='baking'/><category term='don&apos;t judge me'/><category term='i like food'/><category term='green livin&apos;'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='social justice'/><category term='gardening'/><category term='ligonier camp'/><category term='design'/><category term='reflection seeking'/><category term='california'/><category term='crochet'/><category term='stuffed animals'/><category term='granny sqaures'/><category term='love'/><category term='painting'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='nerd alert'/><title type='text'>From Beggar to Beloved</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8674567092406233970</id><published>2011-10-09T15:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:14:52.326-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>i'm a bad friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/6227012181/" title="fog1 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="fog1" height="500" src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6227012181_6e608d7682.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ooooh hi! remember me? it's okay if you don't. it's not like i've been posting much...um, or ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know, one of the things about having a blog is the tension of feeling like you need to write in it, while trying to weigh the importance of what you're going to say. or debating if there's anything &lt;i&gt;worth&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's kind of like when you have a friend who lives far away. at first, you regularly call and catch up, and you can chat about everything! you talk about how beautiful today was, or the project going on at work, or the ridiculous thing you overheard in the grocery store. you touch base on the real things too - faith, relationships, emotional well-being. but those things come out of the regular conversation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but then, you go a few weeks without talking, and then a few months. and suddenly, that phone call feels like too much. how can you possibly catch your friend up on every single thing that's happened in the last six months? you've been to the grocery store dozens of times and heard multiple ridiculous things! you've gone through cycles of "everything's awesome, everything's awful!" you've heard sermons you loved and sermons you've hated! how can you possibly recap all of those things in a phone conversation! that would be impossible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so you just don't call at all; there's too much to catch up on to get started now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that's how i've been with this blog. there's too much to catch up on! so i just haven't written a thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so! let's change that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1) i am officially employed as the summer camp director at ligonier camp. full time employment! a salary! benefits! a house and purpose! a job i love working for a ministry that has changed my life! there's a lot to this that i'm still unpacking and figuring out, but the end result is that i'm blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) my house is awesome. i mean, it's just material stuff, but um, i love it. my furniture from mcconnellsburg made the move, and i have a great tv on which i'm watching the steelers pound the titans. hines ward just jumped right over a man into the end zone. so there's that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3) sometimes i'm really lonely, but mostly things are great in the social realm. i have great community; i just need to adjust to the off-season flow of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4) i've been doing a lot of thinking and research into updating website stuff and publishing stuff for camp, which has lead me into the world of looking at macs. so many monies! but i'm ready to have the right tools to do my job. that's part of my personality, i've discovered, and it's one i inherited from my dad. the big question: am i ready to move to macs after growing up PC all the way?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5) some benefits to living in ligonier in the fall include a bounty of wild apples, pawpaws, and the arrival of hunting season. we're livin' off the land! i've made apple crisp, apple chips, and i'm investigating pawpaw&amp;nbsp;recipes. and michele's responsible for "catching" me a deer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i mean, i think that'll do for now. my hope is to be more disciplined in writing in here, so you don't just get bulk updates. i'd like to think i have more worthwhile things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8674567092406233970?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8674567092406233970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-bad-friend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8674567092406233970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8674567092406233970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2011/10/im-bad-friend.html' title='i&apos;m a bad friend'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6105/6227012181_6e608d7682_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6231974693511533786</id><published>2011-04-19T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:14:59.454-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A List! Because Goodness Abounds!</title><content type='html'>you know, if i'm good at anything, i'm good at dwelling in anxiety. i can spend all day in a cloud of worry, and i can spend all night dreaming about the same stuff (in fact, i had a couple of dreams about staffing last night - it was ridiculous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for all my worry and fear, for all my doubts and&amp;nbsp;uncertainty, there are many wonderful things in my life. and rainy tuesdays are good days to list the things in life that are simply awesome. so here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- spicy and delicious homemade ginger syrup, used to make equally spicy and delicious ginger lime cocktails, to be shared with &lt;a href="http://www.somuchshoutingsomuchlaughter.com/"&gt;awesome friends&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- mario kart marathons. and if you think this is going to be the only nerdy thing on this list, think again. you clearly don't know me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- good beer by way of a reasonably priced victory variety pack. hop devil, golden monkey, victory pils, and victory lager - yum.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- God's providence with staffing, as more and more people (especially dudes) submit applications for a summer of ministry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- job stuff is...well it's not all gloom and doom. there are good options on the table. if i could just surrender my anxiety, things would &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;be looking up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- a brand new, totally soft, really warm micro fleece with the ligonier logo emblazoned on the front. for cheap! i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- enjoying the extended editions of &lt;i&gt;the lord of the rings&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;via netflix, while simultaneously re-reading the books (i told you there was more nerdiness to come!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- time spent with lots of friends - neighbors &amp;amp; visitors alike, who are encouraging, funny, and just all-around wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- conversations with &lt;a href="http://somewordsareuniversal.blogspot.com/"&gt;amy&lt;/a&gt;, who patiently listens and faithfully prays for me, even while abroad in germany with her own worries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- little people (dylan and james, &lt;i&gt;duh&lt;/i&gt;)&amp;nbsp;who shout and run to say hi every time i see them. it consistently makes my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- netflix. i just...i love netflix. that's all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- bread pudding, wii fun, and good tv for tonight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- simple &lt;a href="http://madeinlowell.blogspot.com/2010/06/editing-product-photos.html"&gt;photoshop tutorials&lt;/a&gt; that make my point and shoot camera look like a dslr of awesomeness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4831209351/" title="IMG_1482 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1482" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/4831209351_bdd3af70ff_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after...see??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5634276481/" title="grapfruit edit by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="grapfruit edit" height="240" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5102/5634276481_4755faa1c8_m.jpg" width="180" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- green returns to the trees! spring &amp;amp; the promise of summer! warm days! thunderstorms! delight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- the promise of vacation, mere weeks away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so things are good. great, even. today is a quieter day in the office, but things in life are happening the way they should - which is to say, as God has set them out to be. my prayers for patience, trust, and courage are answered at the right times. and there are&amp;nbsp;plenty&amp;nbsp;of blessings to temper my anxiety - i just need to take the time to see them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6231974693511533786?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6231974693511533786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2011/04/list-because-goodness-abounds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6231974693511533786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6231974693511533786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2011/04/list-because-goodness-abounds.html' title='A List! Because Goodness Abounds!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/4831209351_bdd3af70ff_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3424450428679418703</id><published>2011-04-12T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T12:50:03.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>No Coward Soul is Mine</title><content type='html'>i went home this weekend to see the mercersburg area community chorus perform their spring concert. one of the things i miss most since moving from home is being able to sing with the chorus, so seeing the performance was bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5613176808/" title="00568(1) by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="00568(1)" height="240" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5613176808_c75754e170.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sitting in the chapel, hearing an orchestra and gorgeous choral music - i understand it's not for everyone. but it made me long to be up there making the music with everyone. i imagine athletes must feel this way when they watch someone else play their sport: it's fun to watch, but you'd rather be in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the concert featured two major works: the first, haydn's famous&amp;nbsp;oratorio&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;the&amp;nbsp;creation, &lt;/i&gt;and a newly commissioned piece by ola gjeilo entitled &lt;i&gt;no coward soul is mine, &lt;/i&gt;whose lyrics are drawn from the poem of the same name by emily bronte. gjeilo composed the piece for the community chorus this year, to honor their 35th anniversary. i got to hear it performed for the first time -- and it was beautiful. its first performance has been uploaded to youtube - here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hzJq6axAIo0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lyrics (or the poem, i suppose) felt especially poignant to me while i'm in a season of waiting, wondering, doubting, and more waiting. so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"no coward soul is mine"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no coward soul is mine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;no trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i see heaven's glories shine,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and faith shines equal, arming me from fear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;o God within my breast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;almighty, ever-present Deity!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;life -- that in me has rest,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as i -- undying Life -- have power in thee!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;vain are the thousand creeds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that move men's hearts: unutterably vain;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;worthless as withered weeds,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or idlest froth amid the boundless main,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to waken doubt in one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;holding so fast by thine infinity;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so surely anchored on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the steadfast rock of immortality.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;with wide-embracing love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thy spirit animates eternal years,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pervades and broods above,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;though earth and man were gone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and suns and universes ceased to be,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and Thou were left alone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;every existence would exist in Thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;there is not room for Death,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nor atom that his might could render void:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thou -- THOU are Being and Breath,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and what THOU are may never be destroyed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- emily bronte&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3424450428679418703?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5226/5613176808_c75754e170_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3505057361812765425</id><published>2011-02-12T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T10:39:52.765-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd alert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t judge me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>POP! CULTURE! LOVE!</title><content type='html'>do you know me? if you're reading this you probably do. i don't think i get a ton of random traffic here. or, well, much of any traffic for that matter. but whatever! it's time for me to share one of my great loves: deep analysis of popular culture. in other words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;NERD ALERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all of my personality quirks, i embrace my nerdiness with the most relish and joy. i am unabashedly in love with using words like unabashedly. i have an opinion about oxford commas, and i'd be willing to share it with you (even you, &lt;i&gt;vampire weekend&lt;/i&gt;). i have not only read &lt;i&gt;the age of innocence, &lt;/i&gt;but i've read it about 8 times and i could argue that it gives a much fuller picture of femininity&amp;nbsp;and the complexities of love than any jane austen novel. i think barnett newman's abstract expressionism is &lt;i&gt;real dumb &lt;/i&gt;(i mean "zips?" really??) but i love me some rothko (even if admitting that makes me feel like i lose a little indie art cred). i recognize and love my over-use of&amp;nbsp;parenthetical&amp;nbsp;asides in my casual writing (this is the fourth one for this paragraph alone!). and i know that even right this very moment, i'm digging myself deeper and deeper into the bottomless pit that is my nerdiness, and i do. not. care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here's my not-so-secret confession: i'm just as happy listening to puccini as i am memorizing the ludacris rap in justin bieber's &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt;. i love reading short stories from literary magazines, but i can as easily spend my time reading a celebrity news blog. sure, i occasionally like to think i can rise above pop culture on the wings of bach and flannery o'connor and npr. but i know i'm a participant. and not just any participant, a gleeful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm here to tell you - the greatest thing about being a nerd is the total lack of tension that comes with using a ten dollar word in describing a two cent tv show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, being a smarty pants and talking about stuff that's real dumb? COUNT ME IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over time, i've found more and more incredibly smart people talking about popular culture. in fact, i would say some of the most&amp;nbsp;intellectually&amp;nbsp;satisfying things i've&amp;nbsp;encountered&amp;nbsp;over the last few months all fall into that category. and &lt;i&gt;man&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;do i want to participate in that conversation! maybe (because of the crushing&amp;nbsp;unlikelihood) not as a pop culture&amp;nbsp;correspondent&amp;nbsp;for npr, but at least with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twitter is kind of awesome for enabling little bite-sized quips and observations. but the best things i'm seeing right now are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/monkeysee/"&gt;npr's monkey see&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- hosted by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/nprmonkeysee"&gt;linda holmes&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;the blog itself is full of terrific insights: reviews of everything from comic books to theater productions,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;to&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;the bachelor. &lt;/i&gt;but my true love is the weekly podcast entitled &lt;i&gt;pop culture happy hour&lt;/i&gt;, in which four npr writers/edtiors/friends sit down and chat about the week's events. the show is snappy, whip-smart, hilarious, and insightful. imagine four of the smartest people you know cracking wise about &lt;i&gt;friday night lights&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and passionately defending &lt;i&gt;community&lt;/i&gt;. it's my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.televisionwithoutpity.com/"&gt;television without pity&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- some argue that television without pity lost its teeth when it was acuqired by nbc owned network bravo, but i'd say there are still enough things about it that make it worth visiting.&amp;nbsp;primarily a recapping site, TWoP balances deep analysis with hilarity quite well. they archive all of the shows they've covered, and i can tell you that the recaps of &lt;i&gt;buffy the vampire slayer &lt;/i&gt;have made me laugh out loud on multiple occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.avclub.com/"&gt;the a.v. club&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- you want smart? you want funny? you want real, thoughtful, deep analysis of last week's &lt;i&gt;glee&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and why it didn't measure up to the other episodes? go to the onion's a.v. club. seriously. these people know how to write about pop culture. they know how to articulate their arguments, and they know how to do it right. i could literally read this all day. they cover music, film, books, and tv. and i think they're some of the best people out there writing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i'm a nerd. are YOU a nerd? do you wanna talk bout &lt;i&gt;buffy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with me? or &lt;i&gt;glee&lt;/i&gt;? or anything at all? do you work for any of those websites and you want to give me a job? no? okay, that's cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3505057361812765425?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3505057361812765425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2011/02/pop-culture-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3505057361812765425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3505057361812765425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2011/02/pop-culture-love.html' title='POP! CULTURE! LOVE!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-1180051839115809017</id><published>2011-02-05T16:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T16:48:10.536-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><title type='text'>Rain and Gloom, Or How I (re)Discovered God's Faithfulness in February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418989503/" title="IMG_1586 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1586" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5138/5418989503_8c075e0819.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two months have been a challenge. i packed up my cozy room in mcconnellsburg. i said tearful goodbyes to my church family and, you know, my regular one. i said goodbye to one tiny town and hello to another tiny town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i moved to camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5419594934/" title="IMG_1579 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1579" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5177/5419594934_e9e9902d56.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you know me, you know i love camp. it felt so strange to be away from it this summer. away from the games, the routine, the songs and skits and staff. so the opportunity to be back - and not just back, but back starting in january - sounded fantastic. it sounded like where i was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418985203/" title="IMG_1600 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1600" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5053/5418985203_3114f56317.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when the time to leave rolled around, it felt less like that. i realized how much home felt like, well, &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;. leaving felt absurd and scary. but at that point, it's not like there was much of a choice left to make; it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418989897/" title="IMG_1585 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1585" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5418989897_61945b2c64.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm here. the work is good work. i have community, and a job that matters. i live in a cozy house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418983477/" title="IMG_1605 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1605" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5253/5418983477_2db3d7c0e2.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i live with friends and neighbors who are caring, loving, and gracious. even with all that, the transition has been rough around the edges at times. i leapt headfirst into a time consuming and pretty intense job. and even with the familiarity of camp and the surrounding area, there's a level of feeling out of place that comes and goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5419588746/" title="IMG_1602 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1602" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5134/5419588746_f2e1496f7a.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other words, it's not &lt;i&gt;home&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5419591540/" title="IMG_1592 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1592" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5419591540_2e4d0e6dc1.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i gave a family with three sons a tour of the property and answered their questions about camp. and while i was telling them about everything we do, i remembered how much this place can feel like home. i remembered how precious my summers have been here, and i remembered how much i love being here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5419592840/" title="IMG_1588 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1588" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5012/5419592840_45bd5dcd12.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this afternoon, i decided to go for a walk. the weather here is downright gross today. it's rainy, gloomy, muddy and wet. yesterday would've been a much better day to trek about, with the sun out and the bright blue sky, but today felt right. it's not too cold, and the rain isn't too heavy. and the more i looked, the more beautiful the day became.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418986555/" title="IMG_1596 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1596" height="375" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5132/5418986555_d0d87fb926.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to sound too melodramatic here. it's not like i've been slogging through some emotional turmoil and i finally had some breakthrough today. "&lt;i&gt;i've been so sad, but now i see that the sad is beautiful!&lt;/i&gt;" ha, not this time. i'm actually quite happy, but the confusion and transition felt a little messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5419590274/" title="IMG_1597 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1597" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5100/5419590274_b47bc3bb97.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today it was nice to be out in the mess and enjoy it. it's not that photogenic, it's not the ideal day to show off our property, or to take a lot of photos for my blog to impress you with the beauty of my&amp;nbsp;surroundings. but it's where i am right now, and today i remembered that the lord put me here with great intentionality. he put me here, because here is where i'm supposed to be. he put me here in the middle of winter, when there are no kids, when it snows all the time, when it's cold and icy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418987305/" title="IMG_1593 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1593" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5096/5418987305_d716cd697b.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he put me here to accomplish his purposes for me, no matter how vague or distant they might feel to me right now. and he calls me to enjoy it, not just in the summer. not just on the bright and beautiful days, but always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5418988021/" title="IMG_1590 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1590" height="500" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5133/5418988021_7899eea569.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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February'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5138/5418989503_8c075e0819_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8398442390378215017</id><published>2010-12-19T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:14:23.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annunciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5275449693/" title="annunciation by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="annunciation" height="392" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5245/5275449693_2162ae0b61.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #385c74;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Annunciation&lt;/i&gt;, 1898, by Henry Ossawa Tanner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: #385c74;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;an angel came to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and i was unprepared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be what God was using.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mother i was to be.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a moment i despaired,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;thought briefly of refusing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the angel knew i heard.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;according to God's Word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i bowed to this strange choosing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a palace should have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the birthplace of a king&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(i had no way of knowing).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;we went to bethlehem;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;it was so strange a thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the wind was cold, and blowing,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my cloak was old, and thin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;they turned us from the inn;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the town was overflowing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God's Word, a child so small&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;who still must learn to speak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lay in humiliation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;joseph stood, strong and tall.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the beasts were warm and meek&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and moved with hesitation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the Child was born in a stall?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i understood it: all&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kings come in adoration.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;perhaps it was absurd&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;a stable set apart,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the sleepy cattle lowing;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and the incarnate Word&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;resting against my heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my joy was overflowing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the shepherds came, adored&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the folly of the Lord&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;wiser than all men's knowing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- o simplicitas, madeleine l'engle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8398442390378215017?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5245/5275449693_2162ae0b61_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-9058476875750983208</id><published>2010-12-05T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:41:15.481-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>Chorus, Christmas, &amp; the Coming Lord</title><content type='html'>This is the weekend of the community chorus concerts, which means I've been singing and singing and singing. This afternoon is the last one, which is kind of bittersweet. I'm looking forward to a little respite for my voice, but I do love singing with the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chorus does a spring concert and a winter concert, though the "winter concert" would be better described as a Christmas concert. All of our selections are about Christmas in one way or another. This year we're singing selections from Rachmaninoff's &lt;i&gt;Vespers &lt;/i&gt;and&amp;nbsp;Bach's &lt;i&gt;Christmas Oratorio, &lt;/i&gt;and a bunch of other stuff including an arrangement of &lt;i&gt;Star in the East&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with a hammered dulcimer player (it's awesome). But my favorite piece is one by Daniel Gawthrop, called &lt;i&gt;O Come Emmanuel&lt;/i&gt;, which the chorus actually&amp;nbsp;commissioned&amp;nbsp;10 years ago. The music is gorgeous, meaningful to sing, and the text is a poem by Madeleine L'Engle, taken from a collection of her poems called &lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=A8VCSfVYPXUC&amp;amp;lpg=PT213&amp;amp;ots=LmwVP39bGI&amp;amp;dq=%22o%20come%20thou%20key%20of%20david%20come%20open%20the%20door%20to%20my%20heart%20home%22&amp;amp;pg=PT213#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;The Ordering of Love: the New and Collected Poems of Madeleine L'Engle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;(Thanks, Google books!). This poem is the second of her "Three Songs of Mary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. O Oriens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come, O come Emmanuel&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;within this fragile vessel here to dwell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O child conceived by heaven's power&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;give me thy strength: it is the hour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come thou wisdom from on high;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;like any babe, at life you cry;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;for me, like any mother,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;birth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;was hard, O light of earth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come, O come thou Lord of might,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;whose birth came hastily at night,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;born in a stable, in blood and pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;is this the king who comes to reign?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come, thou Rod of Jesse's stem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the stars will be thy diadem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How can the infinite finite be?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why choose, child, to be born of me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come, thou key of David, come&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;open the door to my heart home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I cannot love the as a king -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;so fragile and so small a thing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come thou Day-spring from on high:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I saw the signs that marked the sky,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heard the beat of angels' wings,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I saw the shepherds and the kings,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O come, Desire of nations,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;be simply a human child to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let me not weep that you are born.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The night is gone. Now gleams the morn!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice, rejoice, Emanuel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;God's Son, God's Self, w&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;ith us to dwell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-9058476875750983208?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9058476875750983208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/12/chorus-christmas-coming-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9058476875750983208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9058476875750983208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/12/chorus-christmas-coming-lord.html' title='Chorus, Christmas, &amp; the Coming Lord'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3129365630956605537</id><published>2010-11-14T12:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:55:01.222-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ode to netflix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crochet'/><title type='text'>November = Wool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it's cold out again. Actually, today it's in the 50's, so it's not really that bad yet, but still. I know it's coming. The time change, the darkness descending at 5, the frost in the morning...and the annual flu-like cold that hits me like sledge hammer: they're all here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been out of commission with The Sick since Wednesday night. Mercifully there was no school Thursday, and no call to sub on Friday, so I've been spending a lot of time in bed or on the couch. And while rest is awesome, it gets oooooold after a while. To combat these doldrums?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's time to get CRAFTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I won't yammer on and on about how much I love making stuff this time. I wanted a hat. I found &lt;a href="http://www.caron.com/projects/q/q_Q10_peruvian_hat.html"&gt;a hat pattern&lt;/a&gt;, and I made a hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5175460738/" title="101114-114418 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="101114-114418" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5175460738_9ed9a965a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5175460774/" title="101114-114540 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="101114-114540" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4129/5175460774_3461c4efae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do you not look like a doofus when modeling a hat? I didn't want to look how I really feel, which is like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5174869233/" title="101114-115735 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="101114-115735" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4104/5174869233_f29d36eee7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, that's a bit more accurate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, that hat is the product of a good afternoon and evening's worth of work. I laid in bed. I watched the movie&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Waitress, &lt;/i&gt;which has been on my desk for almost a month after its arrival from Netflix in October. It was dark, clever, cute, and worth watching...though it made me want a piece of pie. I'm glad I didn't send it back entirely unwatched, which has happened before. My problem is that I don't usually feel like sitting down to watch an entire movie, especially by myself. I use the instant streaming of Netflix, like, &lt;i&gt;all the time&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to watch 30 Rock or Veronica Mars or Arrested Development or all these other awesome TV shows. But movies? I dunno. They just require such a time&amp;nbsp;commitment. So what ends up happening?&amp;nbsp;The little red Netflix envelope sits there, starting balefully up at&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;me, until I finally cave and either send it back or carve out a chunk of time to watch. Which becomes surprisingly easy when you can't muster the energy to get out of bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, so I made the hat. I watched&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Waitress&lt;/i&gt;, and I totally watched an entire season and a half of the show &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Pawn Stars&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(also streaming on Netflix, duhhh) while crocheting my little heart out. And can I just say, that show is pretty flipping cool. And addicting. And a major time suck. You turn it on, and they're just these short little 20 minute episodes that are like the Antiques Roadshow, if the Antiques Roadshow said bad words. And suddenly you've watched 10 episodes and you forgot to make dinner (...wait, what?). But it's funny and interesting. And I'm probably going to crawl downstairs to my couch and watch it as soon as I'm done typing this thing. So there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3129365630956605537?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3129365630956605537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-wool.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3129365630956605537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3129365630956605537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-wool.html' title='November = Wool'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4085/5175460738_9ed9a965a4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2677995141304347228</id><published>2010-11-08T16:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:56:00.351-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>Under Duress</title><content type='html'>Oh hi. Remember me? Remember this bloggy mcbloggy thing? I barely do, to be honest - which is evident from my total lack of posts in the last, oh, two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATES:&lt;br /&gt;- I have some cool stuff happening starting in January. I'm being purposefully vague. Perhaps unnecessarily so, but WHATEVER. It's my blog. I do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;- Because of the cool stuff, I got to quit my retail job! Which is good. Because it was far away and it was retail, and there's this little thing called "Black Friday" coming up and &lt;i&gt;I don't have to work in a retail job for it anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Bullet = dodged.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm trying to get as much teaching in as possible. I taught English today and Friday, and I will again tomorrow! Though tomorrow I'm teaching at the tiny little private Christian school in my county, not the public school I taught in today and Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. Changes, quitting, teaching! Also, I'm busy teaching/singing with the (two) high school girls at my church, teaching the high school&amp;nbsp;Sunday&amp;nbsp;school class, learning tons of music for the community chorus, and bouncing around doing fun stuff on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a web cam (and a haircut!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/5158783263/" title="101108-160055 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="101108-160055" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1364/5158783263_e433f05a24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I just took that picture! JUST &amp;nbsp;NOW! And I've been Skyping with everyone, near and far. Well, mostly far. Lindsay and Eric in Florida, Emily in Syracuse, Olivia in Lewisburg, and Whit in England! The internet is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In summation, further proof that the internet is totally awesome: A baby monkey riding on a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_sfnQDr1-o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5_sfnQDr1-o?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2677995141304347228?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2677995141304347228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/11/under-duress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2677995141304347228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2677995141304347228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/11/under-duress.html' title='Under Duress'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1364/5158783263_e433f05a24_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-5365438660988767282</id><published>2010-08-18T19:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:57:08.105-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='record spinnin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock</title><content type='html'>I work! As in, I have a job. Not really news, but did I announce that yet? I'm working a retail job part time now, which is actually pretty great, thus far. I'm still in training, but everyone is quite nice, and I'm meeting new people. Young people! People who aren't in my family or my church!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is kind of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only (kind of) downside is that I'll probably be working a lot of Saturdays. That's a negative since, for the most part, everyone I know works a job that would give them weekends off; having to work on Saturdays means fewer weekends with my teacher friends. But hey, making money? Worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other things! I've been listening to some good music lately. For starters, there's the obvious: Arcade Fire's &lt;i&gt;The Suburbs&lt;/i&gt;. It's good. I'm no &lt;a href="http://pitchfork.com/"&gt;Pitchfork&lt;/a&gt; reviewer, but take my word for it and give it a spin. Or a download. Or whatever. And while you're deep in the heart of the iTunes store, you might as well go ahead and pick up Mumford &amp;amp; Sons &lt;i&gt;Sigh No More&lt;/i&gt;. It's very Avett Brothers-esque, with lots of traditional folk roots and some great spiritual themes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4905491985/" title="anais-mitchell_hadestown by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="anais-mitchell_hadestown" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4905491985_50e4fe5173.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, an album that I consider to be a well kept secret: Anais Mitchell recently released &lt;i&gt;Hadestown&lt;/i&gt;, a folk opera (stay with me) based on the myth of Orpheus. In case that doesn't temp you (I can't imagine why not), I'll sweeten the deal: it features Justin Vernon (Mr. &lt;i&gt;Bon Iver&lt;/i&gt; himself), Ani DiFranco, Ben Knox Miller (&lt;i&gt;The Low Anthem)&lt;/i&gt;, Greg Brown, and the Haden Triplets. It's beautifully arranged, musically diverse (think soul, rock, folk, traditional American music, and the like), and rife with poverty, romance, fear, betrayal, sacrifice, and speakeasys. Speakeasys, I say! In Mitchell's words, it is "&lt;i&gt;based on the Orpheus myth, and set in a post-apocalyptic American Depression era"&lt;/i&gt; Which, for nerds like me...well, what more could you want? And this is the real deal: they stage it and perform it as a show, not just a concept album. It's really quite gorgeous. Do yourself a favor and listen to it. For more info, you can check out the &lt;a href="http://www.anaismitchell.com/index.html"&gt;website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, one last bit of news! My aunt and uncle just gave me my graduation gift: a beautifully restored antique washstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4905472655/" title="IMG_1569 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1569" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4100/4905472655_84edcbbd87.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's chestnut. And &lt;i&gt;gorgeous.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4906060746/" title="IMG_1570 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1570" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4906060746_9c20fb8f61.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;It looks a bit out of place in my Ikea furniture filled room, but when I have a place of my own someday, it will have a home that's a bit more fitting, I'm sure. In the meantime, I'm thinking about making a blanket or something to hang on it. Maybe I'll finally put those little granny squares to good use! ...Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-5365438660988767282?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5365438660988767282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/08/quit-these-pretentious-things-and-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5365438660988767282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5365438660988767282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/08/quit-these-pretentious-things-and-just.html' title='Quit these pretentious things and just punch the clock'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4140/4905491985_50e4fe5173_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6037983880335842631</id><published>2010-08-06T12:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:59:30.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green livin&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Green Gardens!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866404320/" title="IMG_1506 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1506" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4866404320_967689d3f5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Plants. We got 'em. I wouldn't call myself much of a gardener, per se. I mean, I've done my fair share of planting, weeding, irrigating, and picking, what with growing up on my grandparents' farm, but if you asked me to list my passions and interests, I don't think "Gardening" would make the top 10.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That being said, I enjoy fresh picked produce just as much as the next gal, and let me tell ya, there will be plenty of picking to do soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My parents planted a lot of stuff in the garden that rests atop a retaining wall running beside the sidewalk. That's where our little strawberry patch resides, and it's also home to a veritable jungle of plum tomato plants now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866403306/" title="IMG_1493 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1493" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4079/4866403306_9bd424ddaa.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, seriously. We're talking about lots of tomatoes. May I remind you that my parents live two counties over now? My house has two people living in it: my brother and me. In two weeks time, I could literally bathe in tomatoes...if, you know, bathing in tomatoes was a thing. Instead, I'll be eating them. And once I've had my fill, I'll be dumping them into our &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Squeezo-Strainer/dp/B0015QH3L2"&gt;Squeezo&lt;/a&gt; (it's like magic, seriously), making gallons of tomato sauce, and canning it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than plum tomatoes, I gave into the awesome trend of planting some heirlooms. The variety we went with are pineapple tomatoes, and they look &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt;. They're yellow and red striped. I've been baby sitting this one for the last couple of days waiting for it to get ripe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865786267/" title="IMG_1507 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1507" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4118/4865786267_4a1a63de8d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm giving it until the end of today, and then it's MINE. I don't know why I'm so impatient. I'll be getting a lot from the harvest in just a little while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865785295/" title="IMG_1494 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1494" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4121/4865785295_b4d35b7032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to conclude tomato fest 2010, we have one cherry tomato plant that is going nuts. I love cherry tomatoes, so I'm down with this development.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865786597/" title="IMG_1511 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1511" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4865786597_d0327be6cb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We might get a few. You know, one or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866404670/" title="IMG_1510 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1510" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4139/4866404670_37736eba8f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're also in the pepper buisness too! We have plenty of red &amp;amp; yellow bell peppers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865785429/" title="IMG_1496 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1496" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4865785429_08c4e8f320.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and a veritable bumper crop of cayenne (which I string up to dry for later use) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865785565/" title="IMG_1498 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1498" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4119/4865785565_74d892cc0e.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have zucchini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866403732/" title="IMG_1499 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1499" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4102/4866403732_a37f480c65.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And cucumbers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865785749/" title="IMG_1501 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1501" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4080/4865785749_470d882dda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry, did I say cucumbers? I meant &lt;i&gt;The Tiniest Cucumbers Ever. &lt;/i&gt;Let me add my finger to the photo for the sake of scale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866403976/" title="IMG_1502 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1502" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4094/4866403976_f5fefaff53.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also featured in the garden (but not pictured): broccoli, which has mostly run its course (and is now happily living in my freezer), a cilantro plant that's bolted, allowing me to harvest fresh coriander seeds (some of which I've reseeded to grow more cilantro), a basil bush (not exaggerating), and a flippin' viciously invasive mint plant. I hate that thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But hey, what's a garden without the pretty?? People love flowers. Obviously this garden should be no exception. And since we Walkers don't do things half way, take a gander at these flowers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the lower garden, marigolds and petunias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866404138/" title="IMG_1504 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1504" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4866404138_4e6a76b07f.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A morning glory plant that seems to be fixated on eating my mailbox:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865786095/" title="IMG_1505 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1505" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4073/4865786095_3990b6a55d.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And sunflowers! Glorious, enormous, sunflowers! They line the garden leading to library next door (and yes, I live next to a library. &lt;i&gt;Now&lt;/i&gt; do you understand why I'm a nerd?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866404980/" title="IMG_1514 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1514" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4095/4866404980_5a815e2d97.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are also some marigolds in that garden, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866403204/" title="IMG_1516 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1516" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4120/4866403204_a769c82d71.jpg" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this year, the sunflowers yielded some really beautiful varieties beyond the usual yellow ones:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4865786993/" title="IMG_1515 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1515" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4097/4865786993_d0afe5ee15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even the honey bees appreciate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4866404902/" title="IMG_1513 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1513" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4143/4866404902_fd9c07a459.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there! That's our garden! And the best part of it all? It's pretty low-maintenance, believe it or not. For one thing, the fact that the gardens are between the sidewalk and the retaining wall means that we don't get any pests (bunnies, deer, etc.) munching on our stuff. Furthermore, since my dad is pretty brilliant, we have a drip irrigation system on a programed timer. There's a pump under the porch that keeps all the gardens watered from water we collect in our underground cistern. It's pretty money, frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've uploaded a million pictures of my produce, I think I'm going to go eat some. And if you want any tomatoes, you know who to call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6037983880335842631?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6037983880335842631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/08/green-gardens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6037983880335842631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6037983880335842631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/08/green-gardens.html' title='Green Gardens!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4075/4866404320_967689d3f5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6955521477657396452</id><published>2010-07-26T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:00:00.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinks &amp; Coasters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4831250773/" title="IMG_1492 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1492" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/4831250773_9592ccf1c5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I picked up the 'ole crochet hook and started making things again. I have a whole set of drawers full of brilliantly dyed skeins of wool, an entire grocery bag full to bursting with little orphan granny squares, and hundreds (or so it seems) of scraps and snatches of mostly-finished scarves, hand warmers, hats, and ideas. I get struck with inspiration! And then struck again with that mid-project lull, leaving me with lots of little nothings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, however, the inspiration strikes and I come out with something that I honestly &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;. See, that's what I love about real crafts. You have a need? Let's make something! I needed coasters. I have a really nice glass-topped desk, which is great except for the fact that cups and glasses leave little rings all over it. This weekend I did a big scrub down of my room - dusting, vacuuming, actually putting things &lt;i&gt;where they belong &lt;/i&gt;- and I got to my desk top, spotted with all of those condensation polka dots. The answer? Coasters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4831819728/" title="IMG_1483 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1483" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4133/4831819728_6ab0b2ae90.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is more satisfying than identifying a need and meeting it? I mean, and the fact that I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; to mix and match colors. Even though I don't really need more than 3 coasters, I have this little desire to keep making them just because I love to try different color combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4831209351/" title="IMG_1482 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1482" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4092/4831209351_bdd3af70ff.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey, what's a coaster without a delicious drink? I've been enjoying mixing and matching flavors in this summer time drink lately. It's great as-is and can easily be made more grown up with a bit of vodka or rum. It's not too sweet, but really refreshing. And while I might put one on my new coaster, it's best enjoyed while sitting on a porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Muddle 3-4 basil leaves in the bottom of your glass. I just mush it around with the back of a spoon, but if you have a good muddler (and who doesn't?) use that. You don't want to pulverize the leaves, just bruise them enough to release the oils.&lt;br /&gt;- Add ice cubes. Fill up that glass!&lt;br /&gt;- Fill 2/3 of the glass with juice. I've mixed orange and grapefruit, or just used grapefruit. You can also use a little &lt;a href="http://www.chow.com/recipes/11780-rhubarb-syrup"&gt;rhubarb syrup&lt;/a&gt; (which is &lt;i&gt;delicious&lt;/i&gt;) with any of these. &lt;br /&gt;- Fill the last 1/3 with club soda, give it a little stir, and enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6955521477657396452?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6955521477657396452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/07/drinks-coasters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6955521477657396452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6955521477657396452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/07/drinks-coasters.html' title='Drinks &amp; Coasters'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/4831250773_9592ccf1c5_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-7255022380640410554</id><published>2010-07-14T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:55:36.170-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t judge me'/><title type='text'>I'm pretty much a wizard now.</title><content type='html'>Well. It happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also unbelievably hot, humid, and crowded. But mostly it was awesome. And while I don't have any pictures to post - yet - I'll be sure to add a few on here one Whit uploads them on FB. All in all, the trip was something that came at an opportune time. This job search thing is really wearing me thin; I'm constantly anxious about where I'm going to be in the next months. I know I shouldn't be anxious, because I have a supportive network of family and friends, not to mention a couple of options that, while perhaps less-than-ideal, will certainly keep me from living on the streets. Being able to leave the confines of my house and just go enjoy a vacation made a big difference. It was like a weight lifted for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll just share a few highlights, because I think that trying to give a play-by-play of the whole trip could get tedious. Whit and I departed from her house in Maryland on June 23, and took two days to drive down to Orlando. We took 95 for most of the trip, and - obviously - we stopped at South of the Border. That place is...awful. Seriously. What a creepy, creepy place. Anyway, we got to Orlando, found our hotel, and spent the next 3 days at Universal (which is where Harry Potter World is; it's a part of their Islands of Adventure park). Like I said, it was really flippin' crowded in the park, but it was fun to be there and just see kids having a blast. It was unreasonably hot and humid the whole time, which made me admire the stalwart kids who wore their HP robes while roaming about. Actually, I was more fearful for their safety than impressed by their constitution. I wonder how many little members of Gryffindor passed out at the park during the first week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried the Butterbeer (duh) and got commemorative mugs (from which I drink everything now), and we also tried the real beer exclusive to the park. It's a Scottish Ale they serve at the Hog's Head, and it was surprisingly good (even at 11AM...wait, what?). We rode the rides which were as follows: The Flight of the Hippogriff (a kiddie coaster), The Dragon Challenge (a suspended steel rail coaster that NEVER had a line...I guess the families and kids at the opening of the park were less into intense roller coasters, which is fine with me...we took advantage of that fact), and the Forbidden Journey, which is the most notable HP ride in the park. The line is a tour of Hogwarts, and the ride itself is one of those simulation rides where you fly around and deal with like dragons, dementors, quidditch, etc. It was pretty sweet, even if Whitney lost a flipflop (RIP) when the lady next to her kicked it off her foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the whole experience was pretty great. Sure, there were lines to do almost everything, but we didn't mind. We also spent an afternoon watching Toy Story 3, and another watching the USA loss to Ghana in the world cup. We spent a day at Disney, too, which was wonderfully nostalgic. Though Space Mountain? Not nearly as fun as I'd remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The return trip included a day in Charleston, SC, which was &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt; and a two-night stay with Julie Rafferty in Greenville, SC, where we picked her up to take her to Lindsay &amp;amp; Eric's wedding. And the wedding? Awesome. So fun, so meaningful, just...just wonderful. What a blessing to see two of my favorite people get married! I sang Come Thou Fount in the service, which was an incredible gift to be allowed to do. I feel so honored to have been a part of that day in their lives. And, most of my fave people ever were at the wedding, so that was awesome too! We kept the party going the next day, as a huge group of camp folks, current and old (like me!) went to the Pirates/Phillies game in Pittsburgh. And then, finally, after almost two weeks on the road, I came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's where I am now. I'm in the thick of the job thing again. I have two interviews today, one in just a few minutes on the phone with the DC Public Schools, and another at Best Buy for just some part time employment. Being unemployed is certainly an exercise in trust, but it's getting slightly easier as the days go by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-7255022380640410554?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7255022380640410554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-pretty-much-wizard-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7255022380640410554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7255022380640410554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-pretty-much-wizard-now.html' title='I&apos;m pretty much a wizard now.'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6617388335933103285</id><published>2010-06-09T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:47:36.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unemployment sucks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gardening'/><title type='text'>Summer time!</title><content type='html'>It's summer! I'm going to say that's 90% awesome, 10% not awesome. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ The weather's been consistently beautiful for the last two weeks. Even rainy days like today feel nice!&lt;br /&gt;+ Speaking of rainy days, this is the first summer in 5 years where I don't have to worry about them. Since I'm not working at camp, I don't have to worry about thunderstorms or rainy day games or any of that stuff. I can sit on my porch and watch the storms roll by.&lt;br /&gt;- However, that means I'm not at camp. And that's kind of lame, honestly. I'm still getting used to the idea that camp is happening without me...which is okay, and most of the time I'm totally fine with it. But occasionally I'll have a moment where I think about it and it's a little sad. More on that later.&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm going to HARRY POTTER WORLD in about two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;+ Lindsay and Eric's wedding is coming up soon, which will probably be the biggest social event of my summer. EVERYONE WHO'S EVERYONE will be there! Well, sort of.&lt;br /&gt;+/- Subbing is over for the summer, obviously. On one hand, that's kinda nice; I can go to bed knowing I won't be getting a 6AM phone call. On the other hand? I have no source of income. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;- Not subbing allows for a TON of time where I get to sit in the house alone and fret about the future. Will I get a teaching job? Will I have to move somewhere else? Will I even hear back and get an interview anywhere? Will I be able to pay my student loans? Will I have to defer? Will I end up working at Giant bagging groceries? Should I get a retail job somewhere this summer, since I have no income? Will I be here next year subbing all year? Can I even handle that? ...You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;+ Gardening is cool! We have lettuce, strawberries, mint, thyme, and basil in abundance. On Monday, Anna and I went cherry picking at the cherry tree behind our church, so I have a fridge full of strawberries and cherries. We also planted tons of plum tomatoes, "pineapple tomatoes" (which are an heirloom variety), yellow peppers, red peppers, cayenne peppers, and broccoli. Those probably won't be ready for harvesting until much later in the summer, but I'm seriously looking forward to enjoying them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for the +/- game. This week is going by pretty quickly; Friday I'm hanging out with HS Beth and then going to a Hagerstown Suns game with my brother and aunt. Saturday I'm heading out to Lauren's house in Pittsburgh, and then going to the camp commissioning service at First Pres, then I'm booking it to Olivia's graduation party at the Greensburg Country Club. And then I'm back home! For about a week, before departing for HP WORLD (!!!!) with Whit, then picking up J-Raff and going to the wedding! And that brings me to July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the summer will be busy! Not as busy as being at camp, but I think I'm ready for that. Like I said, most of the time I'm totally okay with not being at camp. I LOVE it there but...I can tell it's time to step back. I'm trying to be intentional about praying for the camp, without letting myself feel like I need to be there. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you? How's your summer? And do you know of any jobs out there??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6617388335933103285?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6617388335933103285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6617388335933103285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6617388335933103285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-time.html' title='Summer time!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-5515296598540696360</id><published>2010-04-27T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:03:54.719-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='design'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter, Design, and Questions</title><content type='html'>I got Twitter yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To begin with, I only half-understand it. All those # and @ and RTs and stuff...it's a little bit confusing. But I'd be lying if I didn't say that my confusion is what lead me to join. How does that even make sense? My logic is this: I'm too young to not understand Twitter. Does that make any sense? Is that a good mindset? I'm pretty sure the answer to both of those questions is no, but there you have it. I've always grown up with computers and technology; it's something I enjoy. And it would appear that Twitter is here to stay...and if I can't keep up with Web 2.0 when I'm 22, I'll probably be totally clueless when I'm 30. And it's Web 3.0 or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, all of that silly justification went out the window after I saw this -- a tweet from @sesamestreet (see what I did there? That's Twitter speak. Try to keep up.) saying: "&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Cookie Monster: Today me ate: chocolate cookie,  oatmeal cookie, peanut butter cookie, and tofu stir fry. What, you think  cookie all me eat?" I love it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;And really, while I think Twitter may be - as High School Beth put it - "just another thing to check," there are a few interesting things I've gleaned from it. I follow mostly people or entities that I don't personally know (NPR blogs/shows/folks, bands, muppets, etc.) and I get some fun little tidbits. As of now, I don't feel tied down to it. I'm not concerned about gettin' my Tweet on regularly. It's mostly just for fun info, not for socialization. I'll let Facebook suck away all of that time, thank you very much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;In other news, I have a new blog layout! You can thank Twitter for that. I got all excited about picking colors and designs that I decided it was time for a little makeover here. I'm pleased with the results. I'm not a graphic designer, but whatev. This'll do for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Finally, there's the job hunt. I'm no longer vying for a CCO position, as it's been filled by someone else. And while any rejection comes with its sting, God prepared my heart for it well. I'm still anxious, and a bit at sea when it comes to what my future will look like, but I'm trying to use this uncertainty as an opportunity to rest in the Lord's sovereignty. Prayers are welcome, as the hunt for a job (preferably one teaching art) continues. There are some good leads, but no answers to all these questions for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Now I just have to learn to let that be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-5515296598540696360?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5515296598540696360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/twitter-design-and-questions.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5515296598540696360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5515296598540696360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/twitter-design-and-questions.html' title='Twitter, Design, and Questions'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2061154539121661746</id><published>2010-04-09T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:41:56.463-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green livin&apos;'/><title type='text'>Feelin' Green</title><content type='html'>'Sup, homies? It's spring all up in this...er...place! The last week has been absolutely beautiful: 80 degrees, leaves coming out on trees, Magnolia trees in full bloom, cherry and pear blossoms, and even a few thunderstorms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to? Interviews, subbing for 2nd graders, painting a musical set, and enjoying a beautiful Easter Sunday, that's what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, you ask? Well, I got a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Seagull-S6-Original-QI-Guitar/dp/B001G7BWQ2/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=musical-instruments&amp;amp;qid=1270827276&amp;amp;sr=1-4"&gt;new acoustic-electric guitar&lt;/a&gt; which is absolutely beautiful. I even learned how to play &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kffacxfA7G4"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; on it! I'm so classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just tried out this awesome &lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/oil-cleansing-method/"&gt;Oil Cleansing Method&lt;/a&gt; on my skin...and let me tell you, it was the real deal. I mixed 3 Tbsp of Olive Oil, 4 Tbsp of Castor Oil and 1tsp of Tea Tree Oil together, rubbed it on my skin, and then used a warm wash cloth to steam it. It. Was. Awesome. At first I was wary of rubbing cooking oil and an oil I found in the laxative section of the grocery store all over my face. "Won't this make my face feel greasy? Won't I feel like I'm about to saute my face?" Well, the answer is no. My skin feels refreshed and soft and not at ALL greasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted though; if I wake up tomorrow morning with olive oil acne, I'll be a little annoyed. But right now, I'm converted! It was super cheap, easy, and natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing to try? &lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/how-to-clean-your-hair-without-shampoo/"&gt;Going shampoo free!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2061154539121661746?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2061154539121661746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/feelin-green.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2061154539121661746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2061154539121661746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/04/feelin-green.html' title='Feelin&apos; Green'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3443644821807888214</id><published>2010-03-21T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T23:47:23.000-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let me just climb up on my soapbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social justice'/><title type='text'>The Great Debate</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened: the health care reform bill just passed, for good or for ill. I don't have a ton of time to write down my reactions to this historic moment (because it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; historic, regardless of its outcome) since I'm about to go to bed, but I'll share a few thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not well informed enough on the crazy intricacies of our current system of health insurance, nor the health care reform bill, for me to be comfortable preaching my solutions to our woes. I'm often struck by others who share my lack of knowledge, yet seem to have answers aplenty. And where they may not have answers, they certainly have a reason for why their opponent's solutions will absolutely &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; work. What disheartens me the most is that often these ideas are rarely fruits of research and reason; they are usually the sound bites from one of the countless talking heads on 24 hour news channels. You want to believe this health care bill is a communist decree from Comrade Obama (or perhaps some of those "social justice" churches)? Turn on Glenn Beck. He'll give you all the "facts" you need. Do you want reassurance that &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; we Democrats are cleaning up this horrible mess that GWB and all those dirty, nasty Republicans left behind? I'm sure MSNBC can help you out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, my point is this: we are so far beyond being well-informed that it's almost unbelievable. We are not informed, we are simply opinionated. And as long as I can find someone who will support my opinion, then I am right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I'm not talking about health care anymore, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what gets me so frustrated is that in the wake of this bill's passing, I've heard some of the most diametrically opposed reactions. I have friends convinced that this bill stands as the harbinger of our nation's doom. Others see it as a symbol of its salvation. Neither are correct. But that's what we're taught, isn't it? In politics there is either the savior or the antichrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we're speaking of saviors, let's talk about that aspect of all this hoopla, shall we? I've seen more of my Christian friends disparaging and crying out about this than I have for almost any other issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we allow ourselves to be more united, more vocal, more outraged about the health care bill than are about the literally &lt;i&gt;countless&lt;/i&gt; other massive injustices facing our world today? I believe it takes some examination to see why this bill has become the centerpiece of our indignation. And does it deserve this kind of fervency?&amp;nbsp; Are there, perhaps, other issues that deserve your thought, prayer, money, or Facebook status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying national politics shouldn't be on the radars of believers. Injustice abounds, and the Gospel calls us to confront it (...&lt;i&gt;Glenn&lt;/i&gt;). I am saying that we should be more thoughtful in our conclusions, and more prayerful in deciding what we make the center of our thought lives. When opinions come from a talking heads, and "just wrath" is reserved only for partisan politics, it is difficult to come to any conclusion...let alone one rooted in the Gospel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3443644821807888214?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3443644821807888214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-debate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3443644821807888214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3443644821807888214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-debate.html' title='The Great Debate'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2298219709635730501</id><published>2010-03-08T14:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T14:47:32.539-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like food'/><title type='text'>Kitchen Magic: One Ingredient Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I love food blogs. I love looking at pretty pictures of food, I love attempting to recreate dishes I find online (though our food resources at the local grocery store are kind of lame), and I love just makin' stuff up in the kitchen. The other day I found something on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/stay-cool/how-to-make-creamy-ice-cream-with-just-one-ingredient-093414"&gt;a food blog&lt;/a&gt; that I couldn't really believe: one ingredient ice cream.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;"One ingredient, Stef?" you might be saying, "How is that even possible?" Well, I appreciate your polite disbelief. I will now dispel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4417185237/" title="IMG_1409 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1409" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4417185237_b9d0290fea.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;It goes like this: Get yourself a banana that's pretty ripe. You know, the mushy brown speckled variety that is getting close to the end of its days. You can use less-ripe bananas, but they don't blend as well, and that "green" flavor becomes a little bit overwhelming, so I found it's better to use those mushy buggers. Peel it, slice it, and put the pieces in the freezer for a couple of hours, until they're frozen. 1-2 hours ought to do it, but if you leave it in there longer it won't cause any issues.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4417951086/" title="IMG_1411 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1411" height="240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2790/4417951086_e6e921640b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Pile the frozen banana coins into your food processor. A blender works okay, but you have to do a lot more fanagling with your spatula to make sure everything gets blended evenly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4417186309/" title="IMG_1412 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1412" height="240" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4417186309_7228f5ab73_b.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;WHIRRRRR go the bananas! They'll get crumbly like this...that means you're close! The magic will be starting shortly. Use a spatula to mush everything in there so it's all getting annihilated together. Unless you want chunks, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4417186715/" title="IMG_1413 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1413" height="240" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4417186715_a242f7cdbd.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And then: TA DA! Your crumbly banana turns into a creamy, sweet desert. The texture is almost identical to soft serve ice cream. It's also &lt;i&gt;delicious&lt;/i&gt;. I don't really like bananas that get too mushy, but they are awesome in this form! Also? The improv you can do here is pretty awesome. Blend in a spoonful of peanut butter, or maybe some honey? Nutella, chocolate syrup, frozen berries...I could go on, but that would mean I would be keeping you from making this for yourself. And that just wouldn't be right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2298219709635730501?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2298219709635730501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/03/kitchen-magic-one-ingredient-ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2298219709635730501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2298219709635730501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/03/kitchen-magic-one-ingredient-ice-cream.html' title='Kitchen Magic: One Ingredient Ice Cream'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4022/4417185237_b9d0290fea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-7596362066738436350</id><published>2010-02-25T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T20:36:42.157-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I Make Stuff!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Being unemployed (hopefully not for much longer!) gives me a lot of time to do stuff during the day. "What stuff," you may be asking? Well...I'll tell you! I even have some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For starters, I've been cooking a lot. I don't have any pictures of this stuff, because hey, this isn't a food blog! Plus my camera is lame, and Dad's nice camera lives with him now. But anyway...on to the list of things I've made recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- More tiny jar pies (I've been sharing the tiny jar pie wealth...it's a good deal)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- I roasted garlic and made garlic butter and garlic infused oil. I haven't used the oil yet but the butter is UNBELIEVABLE. If you haven't roasted garlic before, please stop reading this and go do it. It's so easy! And so delicious! And if you want guidance, I'd recommend going &lt;a href="http://www.thehungrymouse.com/2010/02/01/roasted-garlic-three-ways/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Roasted Red Pepper and Black Bean soup. It's cheap, it's spicy, it's filling, it's unbelievable. I found the recipe &lt;a href="http://agoodappetite.blogspot.com/2009/01/roasted-red-pepper-black-bean-soup.html"&gt;here,&lt;/a&gt; and I made some cilantro yogurt sauce to go with it. Just put a few generous scoops of plain yogurt (I used greek yogurt, 'cause we had it), the juice of half a lemon, and a big 'ole bunch of cilantro in a blender and give it a whirl. You can thank me later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- Salsa Verde! I love the Trader Joe's kind, but it's not worth the commute to the nearest TJ's. Ken and I have been tweaking our own to get it right, and I think we're close.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- The easiest, most delicious tomato sauce known to mankind. Three ingredients: tomatoes, butter, and an onion. Give it an hour of simmering and enjoy. If you don't believe me, take &lt;a href="http://smittenkitchen.com/2010/01/tomato-sauce-with-butter-and-onions/"&gt;Smitten Kitchen's word for it&lt;/a&gt; because she knows what's up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I've been doodling a lot lately, too, which resulted in&amp;nbsp; a Valentine's Day Comic (which I never got around to sending to anyone...whoops.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4388819212/" title="IMG_1374 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1374" height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4388819212_92bb5b99f7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I also found and fell in love with the comic&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mycardboardlife.com/"&gt;My Cardboard Life&lt;/a&gt; which is easily the most charming comic on the internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Finally, I have pictures of the room transformation that's been taking place over the last couple of months. I think I can say it's finally finished for reals as of today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4388054447/" title="IMG_1370 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1370" height="300" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4061/4388054447_b2b02acbd2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;For starters, here's one of my walls mid-repainting...ahhh I do not miss that pink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4388054939/" title="IMG_1373 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1373" height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4072/4388054939_57c4d57ee7.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;...isn't that pink carpet nice? I don't miss it, either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4388818578/" title="IMG_1372 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1372" height="300" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4388818578_999908a173.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;I think this brown is a little more...grown up. I'm a fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4388820180/" title="IMG_1378 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1378" height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4388820180_924d397a87.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;There's the same wall, as of tonight. I hung some of my paintings, put out some little wee candles, and I'm enjoying some good 'ole Ikea furniture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;But really, all of this is kind of old news. I've been done painting for over a month, I've had my carpet about as long, and the furniture has been here since January as well. What's been occupying my time this week has been painting a design on the wall over my bed, which is FINALLY finished as of today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4388057355/" title="IMG_1379 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_1379" height="400" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4068/4388057355_ff4c8cee2d.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Ta da! I'm really quite proud of it. I painted some big abstract flowers on Anna's walls at my parents' new house in Boiling Springs, and I got inspired to do the same on my own wall. And there it is! I'm kind of disappointed that it's all over, because it's been a lot of fun this week, making thumbnails, doing scale drawings, and finally getting to the painting part of it. So if anyone out there wants something painted on their wall...just let me know! I'm all experienced now, so I'll hook you up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;So that's what I've been making! How about you? Create anything awesome as of late?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-7596362066738436350?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7596362066738436350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-make-stuff.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7596362066738436350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7596362066738436350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-make-stuff.html' title='I Make Stuff!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4388819212_92bb5b99f7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-4029444309663693564</id><published>2010-02-03T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T10:26:40.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>It's already February! What in the world? I know I shouldn't be too taken aback at that, but I feel like January flew by in a whirlwind of paint, errands, and cleaning. &lt;i&gt;Lots &lt;/i&gt;of cleaning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I are alone in the house these days, since the rest of the family migrated to Boiling Springs to be closer to my step-mother's new position as a itinerant teacher for the visually impaired students in the south central part of PA. Anna, the dogs, and our couches got packed up and shipped out at the beginning of January. Since then, I spend most of every day sorting, scrubbing, and otherwise restoring the house to it's proper state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started with my own room, attacking the teddy bear border and pepto pink that plagued my walls and carpet since fourth grade. Now I have an accent wall with green, surrounded by a nice warm brown on the other walls. Last Friday I said PEACE to the pink carpet and in came some nice beige carpet as a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the work I've been doing...other than that? God is blessing this time over and over again. For one thing, I'm kept pretty busy between cleaning, hanging out with my family, seeing friends who are close by, Community Chorus, church choir, and helping my dad with the musical set. But even more than that, I'm in awe of how much the Lord has been making his presence known. I feel so in touch with Him right now, which is such a relief. I'm at peace with where I am, and I'm enjoying the work that I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to take some pictures of my room, my house, and some of the other projects I've been up to. Included on the list of stuff I've been doing? On Monday I made some jar pies for my brother and me. What's a jar pie? Well, you can go &lt;a href="http://www.notmartha.org/tomake/piesbakedintinyjars/"&gt;here to see what inspired me,&lt;/a&gt; and later I promise I'll take pictures of the ones I'm making and post them. They just didn't quite last long enough for me to take pictures last time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-4029444309663693564?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4029444309663693564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-has-time-gone.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4029444309663693564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4029444309663693564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2010/02/where-has-time-gone.html' title='Where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-4975790814911312826</id><published>2009-12-26T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:54:46.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>A Very Handmade Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211958696/" title="Christmas Gifts 001 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 001" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/4211958696_9a018191ee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! Or, more accurately, Happy Boxing Day! And if you &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to get personal, Happy Half-Birthday to ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas this year was wonderfully low-key. My favorite gift by far was the simple gift of my brother and dad removing the exercise machine that took up about a quarter of my room. They also helped me move in my desk and bookshelf, a task I couldn't do by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other highlights? Anna's gift to Ken and I of matching mini notebooks complete with golden retriever puppies on the cover, an Espresso machine from Ken (who may have purchased it mostly just to use it himself, but hey, I'm not about to complain), a beautiful scarf from Tanzania that my uncle brought back after a mission trip, and the tiniest bottle of Chambord (airplane size!) you've ever seen from Aunt Karen. It's adorable. Aunt Karen has mastered the art of stocking stuffers by stuffing them with the most useful things: chapstick, mini Tide pens, tissues, mini lint rollers, and - since my 21st birthday - wee liquor bottles. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as gifts I gave? I'll share a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a pair of fingerless glove/mittens for Ken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211198097/" title="Christmas Gifts 007 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 007" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2552/4211198097_8337ca8b38.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211203183/" title="Christmas Gifts 013 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 013" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2528/4211203183_109cc88c98.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a scarf for Aunt Karen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211219061/" title="Christmas Gifts 021 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 021" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2508/4211219061_abedd440a6.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211978816/" title="Christmas Gifts 025 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 025" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2673/4211978816_1c8609b938.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another scarf for ...someone. Not telling who, since I haven't given it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211207365/" title="Christmas Gifts 018 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 018" height="266" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2498/4211207365_936c61cd45.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4211209901/" title="Christmas Gifts 020 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Christmas Gifts 020" height="266" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4211209901_e106b1dfde.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that! Also, since I've been home, I'm making full use of my Dad's super fancy digital camera. So that's why I've had all the pictures lately. It's fun! And what a blessing to be home right now -- I've spent all of my time with&amp;nbsp; my family and it's terrific. I love them very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-4975790814911312826?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4975790814911312826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-handmade-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4975790814911312826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4975790814911312826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/very-handmade-christmas.html' title='A Very Handmade Christmas'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2521/4211958696_9a018191ee_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-611919114627674470</id><published>2009-12-22T10:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T11:35:57.210-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Oh, Hi!</title><content type='html'>My name is Stef Walker, and I'm a college graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got mega snow here in PA this weekend...so much so that I drove home on Friday night and missed my graduation ceremony at Kutztown on Saturday. I was a little bummed about it at first, but after the skies stopped dumping the 11+ inches of snow on my hometown, I got over it. Wanna see what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4206594286/" title="Snow! 026 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow! 026" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4206594286_62dbac06ef.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4205862489/" title="Snow! 080 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow! 080" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4018/4205862489_59324a6249.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4205841601/" title="Snow! 037 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow! 037" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2544/4205841601_96512fc872.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4206606074/" title="Snow! 057 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow! 057" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4206606074_86bcf37ff9.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4205853797/" title="Snow! 068 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Snow! 068" height="500" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2632/4205853797_dd1120f3fc.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Anna, Ken, and I had to play in it. Anna's flinching because Ken had an entire shovel-full of snow he was about to throw on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. What's next, you may be asking (you and everyone else I know...sheesh)? I cleaned my room BIG TIME on Saturday, and I'll be doing the same thing to my entire house over the next few months. I'll be substitute teaching and painting and sorting and helping my family move into their new house. I'll be knitting and crocheting like cuh-ray-zay because I acquired an incredible boon of beautiful 100% wool yarn for FREE from a company that went out of buisness in Reading, PA. You want to see that too? Oh, Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4206640796/" title="Yarn 001 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yarn 001" height="267" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2742/4206640796_7aa0f268e0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/45831978@N04/4205884329/" title="Yarn 008 by stefwalker, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Yarn 008" height="267" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4205884329_25818ddea8.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other plans for the next six months? I'll be hanging out with my brother and my grandparents. I'll probably still spend my weekends going places and doing crazy things. And I'll be looking for like, you know, a real job too. So if you hear about any of those anywhere -- let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, life is excellent! And preparation for the Christmas season is in full swing. Today? Cookie baking and shopping. Good stuff :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-611919114627674470?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/611919114627674470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/611919114627674470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/611919114627674470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-hi.html' title='Oh, Hi!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4206594286_62dbac06ef_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-9086745284873309683</id><published>2009-12-11T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T16:49:01.966-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Advent</title><content type='html'>With all the craziness of the end of college, I haven't spent enough time really digging in to the advent season. Once in a while these little moments of wonder flare up in me, and I think to myself: "I should really be spending more time on all this stuff!" but then I rarely follow through. And the more time I actually do spend thinking about the incarnation of God as man, the crazier and crazier it seems. How magnificent, how ludicrous, how utterly unfathomable that the Lord of All, the Alpha &amp;amp; Omega, the great I AM would squeeze himself into this little, tiny, squishy baby. For me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O holy Child of Bethlehem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descend to us, we pray;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cast out our sin and enter in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be born in us today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We hear the Christmas angels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The great glad tidings tell; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O come to us, abide with us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our Lord, Emmanuel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-9086745284873309683?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9086745284873309683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9086745284873309683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9086745284873309683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/advent.html' title='Advent'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2798154848987216727</id><published>2009-12-03T10:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T10:54:52.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crochet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Sick day...</title><content type='html'>Ugh. I'm home sick today with a cough and some of that "general malaise" that comes with a cold. I don't think it's anything more serious than that, but I figured I'd better rest up instead of spread it around at school to my babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my babies, they're wonderful. Really, they are. I'm teaching high school kids now, and they're...lots of things. Funny, endearing, ridiculous, lazy, surprising, and sometimes a little crazy. I taught them how to crochet, a task which they picked up (well, most of them) with incredible speed and talent. They're like little iPod cozy and hacky sack factories now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the blessing of being able to just sit and chat with one of my students for a class period. I had a prep period and was grading some projects while my co-op worked on some things in another room. One of our students came to the classroom during her study hall to work on her crochet (she's making a beret, and she's pretty much an all-star) and I got to just listen to her tell me about her family, her hopes for the future, and her faith. Like....tada! Here it is! I use the word blessing to describe that, because it really was. I'm so honored that she wanted to share that with me, and furthermore, that I would even get that experience while student teaching is just so amazing to me. It reminds me that teachers are more than people who hand out knowledge. I want to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; my students, not just teach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So other than that, life is going well. It's moving quickly, too. I'm graduating in 2 weeks from Saturday, my senior art show opens this Sunday, and I'm finishing up the last of my homework this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Thanksgiving? It was wonderful. I much-needed break to spend with my family and start to sort out some of that future stuff. While there's still much uncertainty about where I'm going to be, I think some of the pieces are starting to fall into place. And I'm content with that much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2798154848987216727?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2798154848987216727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2798154848987216727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2798154848987216727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-day.html' title='Sick day...'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-5168111413702916364</id><published>2009-10-19T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:36:58.835-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>I'm kind of failing at this, aren't I?</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been a while. Sorry about that! I think about writing, but then I go and do something else, like write a lesson plan or something crazy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student teaching is flying by! I'm finishing up with my first placement this week. In fact, because it's a six-day cycle, I'm saying goodbyes all week to my students. It's pretty sad. I've been given drawings, cards, hugs, and even a round of applause from my students...in addition to a lot of other less tangible lessons. They're crazy, their lives are impossibly hard, but they're so sweet and they work so hard! Well...most of them do. I'm feeling sentimental, so I'm being a bit generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than teaching, my life is pretty normal...I went home last weekend and went to see Where the Wild Things Are with Ken, HS Beth and Anna. It was, um, kind of a downer. I mean, it was beautiful and well done, toed the line between sweetly heartbreaking and devastatingly painful. There's kind of a sinister thread that runs through the whole thing, with each wild, childlike scene reminding you of how cruel and broken childhood can be. By the end HS Beth and I were both tearing up while my sister tapped me and saying "WHY IS THE MONSTER CRYING???" I wanted to answer her with "Because life is awful and broken and relationships are impossibly complicated!" but I settled for "Because...um...because he's sad." Or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday I'm going with the Thayers to visit Whit, and I'm going to Virginia next weekend...so things are picking up! And starting next Monday I make the switch from poor, Hispanic, elementary school to rich, white, high school. So that should be interesting for sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-5168111413702916364?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5168111413702916364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-kind-of-failing-at-this-arent-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5168111413702916364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5168111413702916364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-kind-of-failing-at-this-arent-i.html' title='I&apos;m kind of failing at this, aren&apos;t I?'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-76355069782219110</id><published>2009-09-19T18:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T18:16:13.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>Really, iTunes?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3934773111/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/3934773111_f38b21cb03.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.8em;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3934773111/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unbelievable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other than having the worst recommendations EVER from iTunes, my life is good. Teaching the little babies has been educational, to say the least. Today I had lunch with my former CIT director, which was wonderful. And tonight I might go to a FIGHTNIGHT PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-76355069782219110?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/76355069782219110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-itunes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/76355069782219110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/76355069782219110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/really-itunes.html' title='Really, iTunes?!?'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2613/3934773111_f38b21cb03_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-467100365941050196</id><published>2009-09-05T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:54:28.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>What Will Stay?</title><content type='html'>I feel like I must update this more when I'm at home than any other time! Well, maybe it just feels that way because I've been so busy lately. A short update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to Lancatser last weekend and got started with my student teaching on Wednesday. The kids are adorable! I'm in Lebanon at an elementary school where the kids are primarily Hispanic and totally cute. Seriously, the first graders melted my heart a little. Sadly, the school has struggled to make AYP with their test scores for the last several years, and they've cut the art program to the point where I only see each class once every 6 days for a grand total of 30 minutes. Imagine trying to teach &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; to a group of 8 year olds in 30 minutes, let alone the prep/clean up that's required for an art class! But it's a challenge I'm excited to face. My co-op is great, and even though it's kind of a long commute (around an hour each way), the time in the car is good time to mentally prepare for the day and to debrief when it's all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a four day weekend this weekend, which seemed a little silly, but it'll be a good way to ease into the student teaching. Yesterday, I had lunch with Amanda in Lancaster and then drove home through some holiday traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm home. For a lot of reasons, being home right now is really good and really hard. There are some potential changes happening in my family that will be great in the long term, but are hard to process today. I'm sorry for being vague; nothing bad is happening or going on...just some thoughts my parents have been having about THE FUTURE. Good thoughts, but still...change is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is hard. It's been 15 years since my mom passed away, as of today. For that reason, home is where I need to be today. I'm able to spend time remembering in the right context...but that somehow makes it more difficult. Walking around my house and being in places where my mom used to be...well, it's just hard to comprehend sometimes. And 15 years? That's a lot, too. I can't really believe I've lived this much of my life without her..and yet, it seems only natural, too. What else have I known? But even though today is painful, it is good to spend time remembering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-467100365941050196?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/467100365941050196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-stay.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/467100365941050196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/467100365941050196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-will-stay.html' title='What Will Stay?'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-7828991070922728208</id><published>2009-08-17T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:39:26.814-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>11 Weeks Later...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm home. What a summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult. I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about the physical work that is the CIT job. I forgot how exhausting it is to clean 350 dishes after every meal, or to scrub every sink, toilet and shower, or to sweep...everything. By week 11 I didn't want to touch another dish or broom again. My feet and back and hands ached by the end of each day. But through all of that exhaustion and pain, the Lord gave me deep satisfaction. There's something amazing about watching all of that work get done in a little amount of time. Watching hundreds of bowls and plates go from being disgusting to completely clean in a mere hour is almost miraculous. Doing these jobs was a reminder that God created us to be people who work. And yes, there were days (especially by the end) where it got harder and harder to take joy in work, but I loved being able to come home and think about all of the things I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;done&lt;/span&gt; that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for all of the physical exhaustion, there was the emotional and spiritual exhaustion that comes from living in tight community for a long period of time. Ministering to the girls and trying to meet their needs as a mentor and friend took all that I had. I learned quickly that "all that I had" wasn't very much, so the Lord had to step in for the rest. Living in community also means that, eventually, you're going to see and experience your own brokenness and the brokenness of the people around you. I learned so much about intentional community this summer; how do we address our brokenness with each other? How can I meet your needs, and how can you meet mine? What a blessing to be able to ask those questions of people who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; me. And what a blessing to know that we are able to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; each other because we are known and loved by the Father first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reflecting a lot about this summer. I loved my job so much. I loved working with Geraud, I loved living with Lauren, I loved being with my CITs, and more than all of those things, I'm seeing (and loving) how the Lord is transforming me in real and concrete ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned more this summer than I could'v hoped for, and more than I've been able to fully process. Last night, Whitney spent the night at my house and we just debriefed the summer for a few hours. It was a blessing to verbally process the things that are happening...I'm excited to keep doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp happened. It happened in a big, big way...I'm glad it happened, I'm glad I got to be a part of its happening, and I'm glad - in some ways - that it's no longer happening. It's time for the next stuff to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for right now I'm sleepy and ready to do nothing for a while. I've made plans and committments to friends with whom I'm going to be intentional, and I'm ready to spend some time with my family. I might go to Pittsburgh this week for a Pirates game, and Washington over the weekend for a Steelers/Redskins preseason game. I might go to the Thayers after that and spend some time with my second family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be home, even if it's a tough transition to be away from so many people whom I love...but the Lord is faithful and I'm where I need to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-7828991070922728208?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7828991070922728208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/11-weeks-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7828991070922728208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7828991070922728208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/08/11-weeks-later.html' title='11 Weeks Later...'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3651743081812592516</id><published>2009-05-29T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:07:28.646-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>Aaaaaand, I'm OFF!</title><content type='html'>I leave for camp today! Which means I may or may not write in this blog...but that's okay. Because the summer is going to be wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think of it, it'd be awesome to have prayer for the campers and staff as we work to do some serious ministry this summer. Please be praying for effective training, safe travels, and open hearts that we would hear God's word and be struck by it anew. And pray for safe activities - from rafting to paintball to GOLDRUSH! The Lord prepared some incredible things for this summer, and I'm SO excited to see what those are going to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3651743081812592516?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3651743081812592516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaaaand-im-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3651743081812592516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3651743081812592516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/aaaaaand-im-off.html' title='Aaaaaand, I&apos;m OFF!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2658952897884354806</id><published>2009-05-25T09:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T09:19:09.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Memorials</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm in the home stretch before it's time for camp...I head out on Friday, which means I need to spend this week organizing and packing up my stuff for the summer. It's hard to believe it's already time for this; I feel like last summer just ended! But on the other hand, I'm getting almost giddy with excitement...Friday can't come soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is Memorial Day. Yesterday in church we had a supply pastor filling the pulpit because our pastor is continuing education in Georgia or something. And yesterday had two possible directions it could've gone in: Ascension Day or Memorial Day. We went the Memorial Day route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll clarify the "ugh." I put a lot of stock in Memorial Day. I have a lot of important people to remember today. I'll go visit a grave, I'll take flowers, I'll remember my loved ones. I know that, traditionally, this day is meant to honor veterans and their sacrifice for our country - I'm fine with that too. It's important to remember the cost of war (though I think it's quite telling of our culture that we find it so easy to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; that cost - casualties from both sides, that is). Here's where Memorial Day get's mucky for me: when it becomes GOD BLESS AMERICA (AND NO WHERE ELSE) Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor who preached yesterday didn't really hammer that point home, for which I'm grateful. However, he spent little to no time discussing scripture and a whole lot of time talking about remembering the cost of freedom. You want to talk about that? Fine! But don't do it from the pulpit. God's heart breaks for our lost ones as much as it breaks for the soldiers on the other side of the line. We're not a country executing vigilante justice, or the swift hand of our angry God. We're a nation of broken people, who ask for God's blessing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; of our brokenness. Not because of our awesomeness. So when we spend our Sundays contemplating how our nation is out there "puttin' a boot in the ass" of terror, I think we're focusing on the wrong thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should ask God to bless America because we, like all people, need God's blessing. Not because we're the only country in this world who's finally got it right. Because...well, we haven't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. I'm probably preaching to the choir on that one, but whatever. Now I'm going to go enjoy my Memorial Day! I have loved ones to remember, and loved ones to be with. I hope you can do the same :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2658952897884354806?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2658952897884354806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorials.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2658952897884354806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2658952897884354806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorials.html' title='Memorials'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-998300343719268992</id><published>2009-05-18T09:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:33:15.852-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ligonier camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='california'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Post-California &amp; New Adventures</title><content type='html'>California was beautiful!!!! And I had a wonderful time meeting Lisa's friends and seeing her school, her coffee shop (what a weird thing to say is "hers" but she spends a ton of time there...you know how it is), and her church. I love seeing where my friends live, especially when they're far away. It's fun to know their context and being able to match names to faces and locations to images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of images, here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3541808979/" title="The view from Pepperdine University by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 292px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2326/3541808979_e849bdb16e.jpg" alt="The view from Pepperdine University" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a view from Pepperdine University. That campus was...incredible. Hello, ocean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3541809505/" title="Malibu by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2071/3541809505_99c226af51.jpg" alt="Malibu" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malibu! There's a man in the bottom left hand corner who looks like he's showing off his butt, but I don't think he is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3541809939/" title="Sunset from Santa Monica by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/3541809939_91605fca82.jpg" alt="Sunset from Santa Monica" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunset from the Santa Monica Pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3541812655/" title="The Getty by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3373/3541812655_f6289883d6.jpg" alt="The Getty" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Getty! A sweet museum with beautiful gardens, a nice collection, and no contemporary art! (We asked to make sure we hadn't missed it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3542619218/" title="Fountain at the Getty by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2188/3542619218_c9e666b3d6.jpg" alt="Fountain at the Getty" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many fountains at the Getty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3541811091/" title="Flower Trees by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3364/3541811091_95307c1f31.jpg" alt="Flower Trees" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flower trees from the Getty gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3542619780/" title="Hollywood! by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3586/3542619780_b01fed5751.jpg" alt="Hollywood!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tourism! I made Lisa take me down to the Chinese Theater. We were in Hollywood anyway for church, but this photo proves I'm still a tourist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3542620840/" title="Lisa &amp;amp; Me by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2147/3542620840_087713794b.jpg" alt="Lisa &amp;amp; Me" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today I'm just relaxing at home. I have some fun stuff going on tomorrow, Wednesday and Thursday. And on Friday High School Beth and I are going to catch a movie and hang out, which will be a nice time. And a week from Friday? Helloooooo CAMP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-998300343719268992?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/998300343719268992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-california-new-adventures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/998300343719268992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/998300343719268992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-california-new-adventures.html' title='Post-California &amp; New Adventures'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2326/3541808979_e849bdb16e_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3196017891436025816</id><published>2009-05-05T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:26:23.788-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><title type='text'>CAL-I-FORN-I-A</title><content type='html'>Well, I go off on the first leg of my adventure today in about an hour. I'm driving down to the Thayer's house tonight to hang out with Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Thayer (but um, not Whit or Liz...) and then tomorrow morning at 6 in the AM I'll be departing for the airport. And then (after 6 hours on a plane) I'll be in CALIFORNIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing bumming me out right now is the fact that it's Two Stamp Tuesday without CB and Marilyn(d). Buuuut...other than that, things are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back with pictures and stories, I'm sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3196017891436025816?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3196017891436025816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/cal-i-forn-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3196017891436025816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3196017891436025816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/cal-i-forn-i.html' title='CAL-I-FORN-I-A'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-1149551799375764156</id><published>2009-05-03T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:13:53.365-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Well...it's true. I'm finally home. Actually, I've been here since Wednesday...I've just been busy doing lots of fun things like cleaning my room, hanging out with my family, and helping my 8-year-old sister clean HER room. Which was a disaster...the room, not the cleaning. The cleaning was a success! Hopefully she'll start to learn how to keep it that way, lest it devolve into the wreck it was before Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home tomorrow still, and then on Tuesday I'm driving down to Galena, MD to hang out with Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Thayer (love them!!) for the night. Then Wendesday morning...I fly! And around noon California time, I'll be hanging out with Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also heard from a friend of mine from high school who's been living in LA since we graduated. I haven't seen him since high school, but we might try to catch up while I'm out there. It's strange how someone can go from being in your life every day to...well, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about that a little with Kutztown lately...next semester isn't going to look like this one at all. I'll be living with CB (yesss) which will be a lot of fun...and if I weren't living with her, I'd probably be dreding next semester entirely. But there will be a lot of my friends from this year whom I will pretty much never see. And that's a little bit of a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of school - I had a nightmare last night where I failed one of my classes and was trying to beg my painting professor to change my grade. Ugh, I work up anxious about it. And while I know I don't have anything to worry about...well, it made me worry. Not that I usually need much encouragement in that department...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to bed! And tomorrow I'm packing and probably running a few errands. I have a car full of stuff to take to Goodwill, and a few things I need to buy for my trip. WOO California!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-1149551799375764156?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/1149551799375764156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/1149551799375764156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/1149551799375764156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8282225224036621863</id><published>2009-04-26T15:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:16:05.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>A Disciple's Renewal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;O My Savior, help me.&lt;br /&gt;I am so slow to learn, so prone to forget, so weak to climb;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I     am in the foothills when I should be in the heights;&lt;br /&gt;I am pained by my graceless heart,&lt;br /&gt;my     prayerless days,&lt;br /&gt;my poverty of love,&lt;br /&gt;my sloth in the heavenly race,&lt;br /&gt;my sullied conscience,&lt;br /&gt;my     wasted hours,&lt;br /&gt;my unspent opportunities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;I am blind while light shines around me:&lt;br /&gt;take the scales from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;grind to dust     the evil heart of unbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;Make it my cheifest joy to study thee,&lt;br /&gt;meditate on thee,&lt;br /&gt;gaze on thee,&lt;br /&gt;sit like Mary     at thy feet,&lt;br /&gt;lean like John on thy breast,&lt;br /&gt;appeal like Peter to thy love,&lt;br /&gt;count like     Paul all things dung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;Give me increase and progress in grace so that there may be;&lt;br /&gt;more decision in my character,&lt;br /&gt;more     vigor in my purposes,&lt;br /&gt;more elevation in my life,&lt;br /&gt;more fervor in my devotion,&lt;br /&gt;more constancy     in my zeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;As I have a position in the world,&lt;br /&gt;keep me from making the world my position;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;May I never seek in the creature what can be found only in the creator;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;Let not faith cease from seeking thee until it vanishes into sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="prayer-sm--return-P"&gt;&lt;span class="prayer-sm--return-C"&gt;Ride forth in me, thou king of kings and lord of lords,&lt;br /&gt;that I may live victoriously,and     in victory attain my end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a prayer that I've read about a million times, and every time it never ceases to strike at the heart of what I should be seeking. I like liturgy and other written prayers because, more often than not, someone else can articulate what I'm feeling better than I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8282225224036621863?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8282225224036621863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/disciples-renewal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8282225224036621863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8282225224036621863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/disciples-renewal.html' title='A Disciple&apos;s Renewal'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-9015790771334054476</id><published>2009-04-24T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:59:36.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t judge me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>The Count...Censored.</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a nice lunch with my step-mom after packing up the family van with half of the stuff from my dorm. I no longer have a minifridge, a tv, a rug, or most of my clothing. This is a terribly exciting thing for me, because it makes the end of the year that much more tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning is the Praxis II. Which means I should think about studying for it right now...but...um, well I'm not. And I probably won't. 'Cause I'm really mature and stuff, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took my last undergrad test! LOVE IT. That felt good, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anything else profound has happened lately...OH. Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, listen, I saw this video and it's incredibly inappropriate, but incredibly funny. I mean, it's actually "censored" so it's not traditionally inappropriate, but it's funny because of the implications behind the censoring. Um, so don't judge me, but I laughed for about 24856 years after I saw this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's nothing new or anything. I'm not claiming to be on the cusp of internet hilarity. I just know it when I see it, that's all...and you will too, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-Wd-Q3F8KM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B-Wd-Q3F8KM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-9015790771334054476?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9015790771334054476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/countcensored.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9015790771334054476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9015790771334054476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/countcensored.html' title='The Count...Censored.'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8140705632288183905</id><published>2009-04-22T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:53:39.816-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Thank You Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3466670587/" title="California 1 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/3466670587_571ebd124c.jpg" alt="California 1" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Thank You Day at Kutztown. I have no idea what that means, except that I got a free t-shirt out of the deal. Which is pretty sweet, if you ask me. Maybe they're thanking me for getting all of my money? I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of school - my time living here (since I'll be in Lancaster for next semester) is drawing to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to pause and think about that for one moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....yessssssssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last day in painting and watercolor. It was my next to last art history class. Tomorrow will be my last early field class. On Friday I take a test, and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...then it is finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, except for the Praxis II at 7am the next morning. But that hardly counts! And then the end-of-the-year fun begins: Dana visits, Wing Night with CB and Marilyn on Monday, and then a Dip Party (I might be making the famous buffalo spinach artichoke dip) and the Swain Art show on Tuesday. And then HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's worth noting that I'll be in California in two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what California looks like? It looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3466670101/" title="California 3 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3092/3466670101_2466e50eb1.jpg" alt="California 3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3467483834/" title="California 4 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3583/3467483834_72845bb47f.jpg" alt="California 4" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a little of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3467484264/" title="California 2 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3639/3467484264_b8db06e62c.jpg" alt="California 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO BE THERE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8140705632288183905?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8140705632288183905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8140705632288183905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8140705632288183905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-day.html' title='Thank You Day'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3486/3466670587_571ebd124c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-892936149413407484</id><published>2009-04-19T21:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:48:49.547-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>CCO and Chorus Concerts</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful Sunday! It was so nice at home - sunny, warm, breezy...just a perfect spring morning and afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after my day sitting in on CCO training on Friday. My interview went well and the day was pretty fun. I didn't know that Tiffany Okel would be there, so it was pleasant surprise to know someone else who was there as a perspective staff member! It would've been a little awkward, otherwise. Though there are a lot of Ligonier people who are involved with the CCO, so I actually saw quite a few familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole CCO thing is pretty crazy to me right now. I'm excited, apprehensive, nervous, and curious all at once. There are lots of thoughts swirling around in my head about all of this, but what I keep coming back to is the fact that the Lord will put me where He wants me. I'm not sure where that calling is right now - as an art teacher or as an employee of the CCO, or as something else all together - but I know I'll end up there in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some really good conversations with my parents over the weekend about the CCO stuff. They're pretty supportive of me in this, which is important to me. It's good to know that they're backing me up, even though it might seem like I'm doing something a little crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  the weekend at home was great! I went to a community chorus concert last night in my high school's chapel. I googled it to find this ridiculously beautiful picture that I did not take (it's just as beautiful inside, believe me):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3458026694/" title="The Chapel by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 389px; height: 259px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3458026694_79673a9a72.jpg" alt="The Chapel" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mercersburg Area Community Chorus is directed by my great uncle, and is made up of around 100 area musicians who do Christmas and springtime concerts. Not only is my uncle the director, but my dad, grandma, and other uncle all sing in it, while my aunt plays the bassoon. And there are about 5 or 6 other people from my church or high school that are involved as well. So beyond my familial obligation to attend, it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; music! Incredible, really. Last night they performed Ralph Vaughn Williams' &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dona Nobis Pacem&lt;/span&gt; and the orchestra was just breathtaking. Do I sound like a nerd? I am one. Sorry for waxing rhapsodic about this, but it's pretty cool to see my family do something so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was great too: church, lunch with the family, a little baking, and then a nice drive back to school. The weather is supposed to become chilly and rainy overnight, but the weekend was so beautiful that I don't really mind :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-892936149413407484?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/892936149413407484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/cco-and-chorus-concerts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/892936149413407484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/892936149413407484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/cco-and-chorus-concerts.html' title='CCO and Chorus Concerts'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3609/3458026694_79673a9a72_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-7372444975678903348</id><published>2009-04-15T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:31:50.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future is going to be sweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Two Stamp Tuesday!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Two Stamp Tuesday at Rita's, so CB and I made the trek out to the closest one (about 15 mins away) and braved the rain for some deliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were back in the warm car and out of the blustery rain, I realized that I couldn't feel my fingers. Those cups get cold! After complaining to CB about this, she excitedly jumped out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3444264713/" title="Two Stamp Tuesday! by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3444264713_d7e61aa335.jpg" alt="Two Stamp Tuesday!" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later, after she dove into her trunk, CB resurfaced with a proper cup holder: one of those foam soda can holder things. It was excellent, as was my mango gelati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news...tomorrow is my last day of teaching at Swain. Sad day! I've really grown to love those kids. It'll be hard to say goodbye to them. After school tomorrow, I'll be driving out to Ligonier for the night. I'm staying in Leeanne's house (even though she won't be there because she's on vacation) and then at 7AM on Friday I'm driving out to Antiochian Village to go to a CCO interview. It's something I've been praying about and thinking about a lot lately. I finished my application yesterday, and I'm going to have first interview over breakfast. I'm not really nervous right now, mostly because I've realized that if the Lord is calling me to work for the CCO, then I will. If not...I'll go where he leads me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday night when I get back to school...well, I'll be "hitting the books" as they say. I have LESS THAN TWO WEEKS (HALLELUJAH) before the summer!! So I just have to pump out some finals and take the Praxis II and pack up all my junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And THEN on May 5th I'm driving down to visit Mrs. Thayer (love her!) and on May 6th I fly out of Baltimore to visit the one and only Lisa Lockwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I'm ready to be in California. Like...now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and then CAMP. LOVE IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-7372444975678903348?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7372444975678903348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-stamp-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7372444975678903348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7372444975678903348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-stamp-tuesday.html' title='Two Stamp Tuesday!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3664/3444264713_d7e61aa335_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8427346355168521490</id><published>2009-04-08T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:20:35.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i like food'/><title type='text'>When I Grow Up...</title><content type='html'>...I want to have a real kitchen. As in, I want to cook real foods with real ingredients. Local ingredients. ORGANIC Local Ingredients. And all will be well, and all will be delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a few things: 1) I'll be a poor art teacher for a while, surviving on PB&amp;amp;J, 2) I may or may not be in a region where I have a regularly accessible farmers market (my home town's closest is probably 45-50 minutes away) and 3) I'm so used to having whatever foods I want, when I want them. I realized that I have no concept of seasons regarding most foods. I'm used to having whatever, whenever. In fact, the only clues I really have for what's seasonal come from either holidays (like pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving) or growing up on my grandparents' farm. They raised sweet corn, strawberries, melons, and potatoes. My parents have a tomato and pepper garden in the summer. That's about where seasonality ends for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I wouldn't dream of eating sweet corn in say, January (you've never had sweet corn until you've had it the day it was picked...it's beyond words) , I'm used to having things like blueberries or squash or broccoli any month of the year. On one hand, this pretty awesome. I can eat a huge variety of food all year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand...well, you probably know the story. Carbon footprints, inorganic compounds, outsourcing of labor to industrial farms...none of it is a very pretty picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn to Lauren Winner (love her!) for some thoughts. She's referencing the author Barbara Kingsolver (author of the essay "Lily's Chickens") in the following quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Why is Kingsolver so committed to [eating foods only while in season]? Because shipping food from greenhouses around the world is America's second-largest expenditure of oil...As Kingsolver explains, 'Even if you walk or bike to the store, if you come home with bananas from Ecuador, tomatoes from Holland, cheese from France, and artichokes from California, you have guzzled some serious gas.' To eat seasonally (and locally) is to enact a politics of reduced consumption."&lt;/span&gt; (Winner, Mudhouse Sabbath)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't say all of this to be some eco-green-hippy-christian. I've just been thinking about it. I talked to my friend High School Beth last night for a while about that concept of "my future kitchen" and it just got me to thinking.  Mostly I was thinking about these delicious &lt;a href="http://zested.wordpress.com/2009/04/07/asparagus-and-mushroom-tarts/"&gt;Mushroom and Asparagus Tarts&lt;/a&gt;...am I eating them right now? Wait, I'm not? Hmm...I'd better go do something about that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I've got mad love for food blogs...except for how much they want me to have a fully stocked kitchen and Whole Foods on hand (I have neither). If you want to check out some beautiful food (and find the recipies!) check out &lt;a href="http://foodgawker.com/"&gt;FoodGawker&lt;/a&gt;, where they gather the prettiest and most delicious foods of the day...mmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8427346355168521490?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8427346355168521490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8427346355168521490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8427346355168521490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-i-grow-up.html' title='When I Grow Up...'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8673635140604686555</id><published>2009-04-06T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:19:52.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books to read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; feeling this Monday. It's rainy, I'm tired, and the realization that I didn't get any work done this weekend is crashing down right about...now. I mean, it will all be okay, but there's a lot to do today and tomorrow. And over the weekend. And for the next 3 weeks. Oh dear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have AT MOST 24 days left to my semester. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a different vein, I've been reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Imitation of Christ&lt;/span&gt; since I finished up one of my other books this weekend. It's great because the text is divided up into small sections, so I read one or two a day and think about it. Last night I read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If men used as much care in uprooting vices and implanting virtues as they do in discussing problems, there would not be so much evil and scandal in the world, or such laxity in religious organizations. On the day of judgment, surely, we shall not be asked what we have read but what we have done; not how well we have spoken but how well we have lived."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas à Kempis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's a lot of wisdom there, especially since I'm the kind of person who prides myself in being knowledgeable. And not just because it's good to learn (obviously I believe that, as a future teacher) , but because I like to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feel&lt;/span&gt; like I know a lot. I need to get some perspective on how my knowledge is being used or should be used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I would rather feel contrition than know how to define it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas à Kempis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8673635140604686555?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8673635140604686555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8673635140604686555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8673635140604686555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2508881611890736718</id><published>2009-04-05T00:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T00:25:35.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Candy Sushi!!</title><content type='html'>Here are pictures of the AWARD WINNING masterpieces I made with College Beth on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3413804944/" title="sushi1 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 292px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3302/3413804944_765a4597b6_o.jpg" alt="sushi1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to use green Fruit by the Foot, but I don't even know if they make that stuff anymore. So we had to use some ridiculous "Berry Blast!!!!" flavor - aka neon blue. But it worked out anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3413804954/" title="sushi2 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3413804954_3d016430de.jpg" alt="sushi2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we were pretty tenacious in our pursuit of detail - bamboo mat, little grassy things, chopsticks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most amusing part is that neither College Beth nor I eat sushi. I mean, I've had it, but not any particularly good experiences. Not that I haven't enjoyed what I've had, but I've never gone out just to eat sushi. And CB is pretty much against it, due to its raw properties. So a lot of what we made came from very careful research (...Google).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for the record? These were not particularly tasty. I love all of the components because, well, they're candy! But the overall "flavor profile" is weird. CB and I balked when we tried them, but some people insisted they were really good. These are probably the same people who insist that regular sushi is really good. So try at your own risk! They are, however, reaaaally easy to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was AWESOME. Because I did NOTHING. I finished a book, I watched some basketball, and I started knitting some socks. Which is tough, because I'm using double pointed needles for the first time...I just started them, so we'll see how it goes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2508881611890736718?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2508881611890736718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-sushi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2508881611890736718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2508881611890736718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/candy-sushi.html' title='Candy Sushi!!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3383/3413804954_3d016430de_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6721962147487730209</id><published>2009-04-03T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:02:58.371-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books to read'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>April Showers and All of that Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3408835003/" title="Topiary at Longwood Gardens by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3408835003_a8b8bd1887.jpg" alt="Topiary at Longwood Gardens" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot going on in my life right now. I'm busy at school, because it's the last couple of weeks of class. I have projects, lesson plans, papers, paintings and tests coming up. I have two more weeks of teaching at my Early Field school, which is unbelievable. I only have 27 days left to the semester! How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough of that.  Here are some good and exciting things in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yesterday I went on a field trip with my co-op and 7th grade students to Longwood Gardens! I'd never been there, but it is huge and beautiful! All of my watercolor lessons for the students culminated in spending the day wandering around and painting. They all did pretty well, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3409643272/" title="Topiaries at Longwood Gardens by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3376/3409643272_b1e150386a.jpg" alt="Topiaries at Longwood Gardens" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys in my group got tired of painting flowers, so we went outside to the Topiary garden for a while. It was a beautiful day! On the way home, we got caught in traffic because of a bad accident on the turnpike, so we ended up sitting without moving for about 40 minutes. And here's the thing about 7th graders: they think that "bus" means "big yellow drama-box." I can understand some of the confusion, but it was a little crazy. They were singing and yelling and whatnot (typical) and everyone seemed happy. And THEN, when we finally got home...half of the girls were crying!!! What?!?! I think it was over a boy, which is pretty funny because all of the boys are pretty nerdy. Ahh, to be 12 again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- College Beth and I entered an "Edible Art Contest" yesterday with our NAEA (National Art Educators Association) club/chapter thing here. We made candy sushi,  using rice crispy treats, fruit by the foot, mike and ikes, and sweedish fish. And we had green icing as wasabi and chocolate syrup for soy sauce. We bought like a bamboo matt for it and everything, so we went  all out. They were pretty incredible if you ask me...and if you ask the judges, since we TOTALLY WON. We got a $20 gift certificate to a place in town called Spuds where they make crazy french fries. And...well it was exciting. Hopefully I'll get pictures (I forgot to take my camera because I'm dumb) and post them soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got new books in the mail to read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3408834925/" title="New books to read! by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3592/3408834925_f554cfc6fe.jpg" alt="New books to read!" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.relevantstore.com/SearchResults.asp?Cat=27"&gt;Relevant Bookstore&lt;/a&gt; had a sale last week where all of their books were $4. They do a series of books called "Foundations of Faith" that are small collections of cornerstone works. I bought GK Chesterton's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Orthodoxy&lt;/span&gt; from them a while ago and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it. So when I saw that their books were mega-cheap, I shelled out and picked up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Imitation of Christ&lt;/span&gt; by Thomas A Kempis and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foundations of the Christian Religion &lt;/span&gt;by Blaise Pascal. I'm in the middle of two other books (sometimes I have poor self-control when it comes to finishing books before starting another), so it might be a little while before I get down to work on these, but I'm excited to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got my LCCC Contract in the mail yesterday! So once I fill that out and send it in, it will be official. I'll be CIT directing, apparently. How is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; possible?! I'm still a baby. I feel like I was just a CIT last summer. Well, maybe that's an exaggeration...but still. This is weird. In a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...that's that! And now I'm going to enjoy my friday. I'm supposed to meet with my CCO leader on campus this afternoon to discuss things, and I have a few phone calls to make. It should be a nice day, despite the constant rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6721962147487730209?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6721962147487730209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers-and-all-of-that-stuff.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6721962147487730209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6721962147487730209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/04/april-showers-and-all-of-that-stuff.html' title='April Showers and All of that Stuff'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3358/3408835003_a8b8bd1887_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-4138115204916948256</id><published>2009-03-30T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:21:46.559-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Excerpt No 4</title><content type='html'>I'm almost done with that incredibly long reflection I wrote a while ago. I had an email from a friend this morning that reminded me of these things once again. It's so easy to forget where my focus should be...in lots of ways it's been scattered about this semester. So here's the last chunk of this thing. It's good to re-read it and remember to what I've been called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The path is this, and this alone: to love the Lord first with great energy and passion, and through that – and only that! – to let His love overflow in me and on to the people in my life. The things that change through this formula are this: for one, I will put my energy into loving the One who will always satisfy me fully. I will not face being left alone; I will not face feeling unloved or under-valued. I will be enveloped in the all-consuming love of my creator who has called me His own, His beloved, and His child. What a radical thing, to believe that in its actuality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secondly, the overflow of love will come naturally out of my love for Him, meaning it will not spring from the desire to feel loved. That desire, in fact, will already be met, leaving only the desire to show selfless love. Knowing that I’m satisfied in Christ allows me to love my friends and family without the cruel undertow of unsatisfied expectations. I have to re-direct my thoughts to Him, instead of to me. How is making this gift, writing this letter, sending this message going to bring glory to God? Am I doing it for the sake of a response? Or am I doing it because God has gifted me with talents and with friendship, and the natural outflow of these things is a letter, phone call, or gift for a friend? Do I honestly love them through Him? Or do I love myself through the works of my hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To do this – to love in this way – would be unbelievably transformative. It goes beyond the words and gifts, and is connected to every part of love and friendship. Selfless love can only come through the honest love of Christ. When I finally invest in Him, then I’ll be able to share the things I feel without them making me feel guilty or foolish. When I’m loving my friends selflessly, I don’t have to worry about talking about the things on my heart, because I’m not doing it to get their approval or to hear them tell me I’m awesome. I’m doing it because of honest feelings and the need for community. I want to be able to talk about my mom without feeling like I’m digging for pity and attention. I want to be able to sit down at my computer and not feel chained to Facebook. I want to be able to make a phone call without wondering if I seem like a creep because I called earlier in the week. I want to send an email without worrying about looking clingy. I want to let go of this selfishness, because when I finally do, I will be able to be the friend I want to be. And I think that I’ve been that friend in some ways, but it’s come at a cost. To lift the burden…oh, how wonderful! What a relief, to love the Lord first and freely, and then to love my friends without anxiety or pain. To be satisfied in Christ and in His love, instead of weighing and judging every message or letter – that would turn my world upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true. It would. Ahh, so much of this still resonates with me...I have so much left to learn. So much in me needs to change. But it will come in time, effort, and God's grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-4138115204916948256?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4138115204916948256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4138115204916948256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4138115204916948256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-4.html' title='Excerpt No 4'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-7510183693473012986</id><published>2009-03-29T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T22:14:48.842-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crochet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Grove City and Grocrey Bags</title><content type='html'>Well, the weekend is drawing to a close. And it was a very enjoyable one, that's for certain. I went out to Grove City, which included seeing a Jinks' senior recital, raspberry chocolate chip pancakes, something called dessert theater, and just nice times spent with good friends. My trips to the other side of the state are equal parts exhausting and refreshing. On one hand, it's a lot of time and money to get out there...but on the other hand, it's so good to recharge with some people who love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm back at school and getting in gear for the week. I'm pretty much over the sickness that plagued me for the last several days, and this week should be full of fun. What fun, you ask? Well, on Tuesday I'll be spending time with Amanda who is home on spring break. I'm also making stuff for the Edible Art Contest on Thursday with College Beth. And on Thursday I get to go on a field trip with my kids at my early field school! AND I don't have my first class tomorrow, and I'm class-free on Friday! Wonderful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I just found &lt;a href="http://hellejorgensen.typepad.com/gooseflesh/how-to-make-plastic-bag-y.html"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; demonstrating how to use plastic grocery bags as yarn. And can I just say, THANK GOODNESS. I try to be as environmentally conscious as possible, but sometimes I just fail miserably. One really obvious manifestation of that failing is the rather large pile of plastic grocery bags stored up in my room. I've kept them because I can't bear to throw them out, and I'm glad to have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; found a way to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully I can make something super cool like &lt;a href="http://mimoknits.typepad.com/knitting/2008/04/grocery-bag-pur.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt;. How exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-7510183693473012986?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7510183693473012986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/grove-city-and-grocrey-bags.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7510183693473012986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7510183693473012986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/grove-city-and-grocrey-bags.html' title='Grove City and Grocrey Bags'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-906086966656845725</id><published>2009-03-23T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:49:11.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>A New Week</title><content type='html'>Ughhh my brain feels like mush and I can't stop sneezing. And it's Monday morning. I got a cold this weekend that's taking it's toll mostly by making me feel totally exhausted. It's not the worst cold I've ever had, but it's pretty inconvenient, I'll tell ya that much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than feeling sick, things are going well. My weekend was very nice; I went home to celebrate my sister's 8th birthday and my grandfather's 80th birthday. We had a big party with all of our family, and there was delicious food and poems and crying and a lot of love. It's unusual for that side of my family to be so...open about how much they care for one another, so it was great to hear people &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an art history test this morning. It probably went well...right now I'm just glad it's over. Remember the brain-mush thing? Yeah. Me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be showering, getting stuff ready for painting, or doing my homework. But I think I'll opt for a brief nap before going off to painting for the rest of the day. I have a watercolor painting due today too. What's that? You want to see it?! Ohh, okay! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3379430070/" title="Watercolor of the Farm by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 264px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3379430070_326d327d76.jpg" alt="Watercolor of the Farm" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's of my grandparent's farm. And it's due today...soooo thankfully it turned out pretty a-okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for now. I'm exhausted. I'm ready for the weekend. This week should be pretty painless; I don't have to teach on Thursday and I'm driving to Dana's on Friday night! We're going out to GCC this weekend to see our friends and to catch Jinks' senior recital. So that'll be nice. And hopefully by then this cold will be loooooong gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and HAPPY SPRING :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-906086966656845725?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/906086966656845725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/906086966656845725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/906086966656845725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-week.html' title='A New Week'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3548/3379430070_326d327d76_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-4459015333404460680</id><published>2009-03-17T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:51:47.848-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t judge me'/><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY! Hopefully you're out there enjoying the day safely. Today has been...well, interesting. On days like today, sometimes I find it much simpler to use bullet points to sum things up. Sooooo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY I:&lt;br /&gt;- Really enjoyed my Art Education practicum class, where we discussed inquiry-based learning. I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to &lt;a href="http://www.cabelas.com/cabelas/en/content/home/ghome.jsp;jsessionid=GLDA4CMCPRQP5LAQBBKCCNVMCAEFKIWE?rid=0180101070502&amp;amp;cmCat=perf&amp;amp;cm_ven=performics&amp;amp;cm_cat=Google_Brand&amp;amp;cm_pla=Brand_brand_brand&amp;amp;cm_ite=cabelas&amp;amp;_requestid=54180"&gt;Cabelas&lt;/a&gt; with College Beth and Marilyn. If you haven't heard of Cabelas...well, you obviously aren't from where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; from. It's the like the Mecca of hunting, fishing, and all things outdoors-y. We went in search of boots. Our search turned up empty, but we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get to see well over 100 dead animals including, but not limited to: white tailed deer, a skunk, a gray fox, a moose, a black bear, a mountain lion, a ruffled grouse, grizzly bears, polar bears, mountain goats and some turkeys. Additionally, we visited the "Bargain Cave," the "Gun Library," and the Aquarium. That's not in quotes because there is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really an aquarium in this place&lt;/span&gt;. There's also a restaurant. And an two story "mountain" complete with a waterfall and all of the aforementioned stuffed and dead animals. And outside is a 20 foot long sculpture of Native Americans canoeing with a moose in their boat. It's a magical place.&lt;br /&gt;- Enjoyed a very...green drink with Marilyn. Which was very suiting, since it's St. Patty's day. The drink started out very vibrant, since we used a melon liquor that's pretty much the color of green apple Jolly Ranchers..but it ended up looking like snot, since Marilyn added - among many other things - cranberry juice and ginger ale. Unlike every other student at Kutztown, however, we only had one drink. The bar opened at 6am this morning, so that should give you an idea how things are going here.&lt;br /&gt;- Saw many, MANY students who've devoted themselves to Ireland for the day. In a very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;liquid&lt;/span&gt; way, if you catch my drift.&lt;br /&gt;- Watched "Fievel Goes West" while enjoying the green drink mentioned before. That movie is...well, I loved it as a child. But in retrospect, it's pretty creepy and weird. Why is there a Russian Jewish mouse in the Wild West? And why are their cats with cleavage? And why is there a really fat cat in a tiny tshirt, pretending to be a dog? These are many of the questions I asked myself while revisiting this classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, to finish up this St. Patty's day post, here's the trailer to one of my favorite Irish movies: Waking Ned Devine...hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/osmPlQXzXXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/osmPlQXzXXA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-4459015333404460680?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/4459015333404460680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4459015333404460680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/4459015333404460680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2940932075113944705</id><published>2009-03-15T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:47:22.702-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Excerpt No 3</title><content type='html'>The weekend! It's almost over! What a shame. I didn't do much this weekend and it was awesome. Also, I'm sorry for the text-heavy posts lately. I wish I had more pictures, but other than finding those lame photoshopped  pictures of like, glowing crosses or ridiculous stuff like that, I'm not really sure what to use. I'll just have to knit more stuff to share on here, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, CHUNK NUMBER 3!!! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What it comes down to is the motivations in my heart. Am I acting out of selfless love for the person in my life? If that’s the case, I should not enter into the act of showing love with the expectation of receiving it in equal measure. True love is going to come from the love I have for – and more importantly from - God, not the love I have for or from my friends. And I &lt;/span&gt;know&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; these things, really, I do. But I’m broken, so more often than not, I write letters so I can get letters. I make phone calls so I’ll get phone calls. I compliment to get compliments, give gifts to get gifts, and pour out my energy and thoughts into a person in order to get them in return. I’m self-serving in the worst of ways, because it’s disguised, making me look like such a wonderful person, while inside I anxiously await the response for my own pleasure. And remarkably, I am never, ever satisfied with the result. When I write an eloquent letter or email telling of the great qualities my friend has, the response is never quite as meaningful or powerful as what I’ve built up in my mind. When I spend hours creating a piece of art, or stay up until 4 in the morning painting a picture, or spend money to send packages full of mix CDs and art and scarves…when I pour out hours and hours of my time and energy into creating something for a person with the motivation of feeling that love in return, I am &lt;/span&gt;always let down. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am never satisfied. The giving is broken by my sin. Think how wonderful giving could be if it were rooted in love from God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before now, I didn’t realize the cost of this attitude. I didn’t realize that it goes beyond me and my insecurity. This hidden selfishness is harmful not just to me as I continually set myself up for heartbreak, but it rather exactingly erodes the bonds of friendship I have with people whom I love. I loved those friends. I really, honestly did. But the mistake of putting my love solely on them…of course heartbreak ensued. What foolishness made me think anything else could happen? And how can I now, at my age and experience, intentionally continue down this path of misguided love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2940932075113944705?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2940932075113944705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2940932075113944705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2940932075113944705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-3.html' title='Excerpt No 3'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6687018708271139630</id><published>2009-03-14T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T09:28:23.367-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Excerpt No 2</title><content type='html'>Aaahh, the weekend at last! It felt so good to sleep in today, even though the fire alarm for my dorm awoke me at 4:45 this morning. I live in such a large dorm that when we have fire alarms, they only evacuate three floors: the one where the alarm was set off, and the two above and below it. When you're not among those floors, you get to listen to a terribly repetitive announcement that goes something like this: "Attention. Attention. An incident has been reported in the building, but does not affect your floor. Do not use the elevators or leave your floor until you have heard from the automated emergency message." And that repeats over. And over. Very loudly. At least I didn't have to leave my bed, however!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I taught two 7th grade lessons yesterday, one of which was observed by my supervisor. The lessons went well, and my supervisor gave me great feedback. She's wonderful! And I've found that the Lord really provides me with enouragement when I need it most. Over the last 3 years, as I've begun to wonder if I made the right decision about Kutztown and Art Education, He's put professors or situations that remind me that I'm where I need to be. It's good to be reminded of that once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I finally get to relax and let go of worries! Spring break was full of homework, but this weekend isn't, which is great. Leeanne might be stopping by on Sunday as she travels about this side of the state doing promotions; it'll be nice to see her and get even more excited about this summer (if that's possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, I'll throw in the next chunk of my reflection I started to share last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In high school I poured out so much ridiculous, manufactured pain on a close friend of mine. I expected so much from her, knowing that what I asked was out of a vain desire to feel assurance or pity or love. Had I just been a friend, I could’ve had something much more meaningful. Sure, it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a time of growth and pain…but much of it was selfish and demanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And another case – oh man. Talk about self-destructive. There are so many examples within that relationship where I let go of sensibility and dove headfirst into this hedonistic attitude that enveloped me. From the fall of senior year (How was that awful time in my life ever defined as “good” by me? How could I not see what I was doing?), to the winter when I let my heart be abused and mistreated, to the spring when, in an unbelievably pathetic turn of events, I gratefully – gratefully! - welcomed this person’s friendship with no questions asked. Gracious? I wish it were rooted in that. But it was rooted in feeling loved again, no matter the cost. And that I held on to that for another three years of aching self-doubt and insecurity…what a sad story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess the good news is this: I can look back on that and see how broken those relationships were. Had I some self-control or a bit more wisdom, I could’ve salvaged a friendship, or saved myself a lot of heartache. I’m amazed at how easily I gave myself over to someone who was so thoughtless with my heart. And I’m amazed at how selfishly I demanded the attention and energy of someone that I said I cared about. And I did care! Oh, I did. And with great devotion, and great, exacting care I would tell and re-tell the people in my life how fabulous I thought they were. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I do that? I mean, I still do. Does it stem from wanting that same assurance? Probably…well, at least partially. It’s equally unhealthy to criticize something about me that’s valuable. I think nurturing is a gift of mine, particularly through words of encouragement and gifts. So while I was blinded by my willingness to feel loved to the point that I would let myself be hurt (or would even hurt others) I think I equally feel the desire to pour out that love on the people from whom I demand it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6687018708271139630?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6687018708271139630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6687018708271139630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6687018708271139630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-2.html' title='Excerpt No 2'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-6274021055998685715</id><published>2009-03-12T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:02:51.703-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Excerpt No 1</title><content type='html'>Remember how I said I didn't have any time for this thing? Well, turns out that I do. Mostly because I'm procrastinating...classy, I know. But I'm exhausted after teaching all day, and I need to gear up to do it all again tomorrow. Fun! Actually, I really love my kids, and today was a ton of fun. But I'm still tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I mentioned a while ago that I recently re-discovered a reflection I typed up in September during my post-camp recovery period. Since writing it, I've re-read it a few times and it continues to ring true with me. So I've been editing it a bit, and I'm going to be posting sections of it on here for a while. At least, that is the plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the first excerpt! Forgive me if it seems really self-indulgent. I was going to post a really huge chunk of it tonight, but I think it would be too overwhelming, so I'll spread it out...prepare yourself! The next few days will be reflection-laden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I’ve spent the last year – well at least the last six months – being very self reflective and completely unaware of myself all at the same time. How is it possible for a person to spend all of their time thinking about themselves and coming to no conclusive emotion or realization? And at the same time, I can tell there are things that have changed about me, and I know I’ve had some pretty profound realizations about how I’m different and how God changes my worldview. But I’m so scared that these observations aren’t actually weighted in God or in me, but – as always – they’re rooted in the love, affection, and attention awarded from the people around me. I’m so, SO caught up in that world. I know that I am; I know that it’s probably more destructive than I’m willing to admit. Have I lost the ability to know how I’m actually feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What have I learned? How have I changed? Where is God in all of this? What is healthy about my emotional state? What’s unhealthy? These are questions that I know I need to ask…I need some sort of awareness of these things. It’s time for some reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sitting around waiting for phone calls or AIM messages or emails or Facebook messages to confirm my value and worth is a ridiculous course of action. It’s unhealthy. It needs to stop. How do I shut off that desire for satisfaction through other people? That has been a source of pain and confusion in my life for many years. I have to think about how my attitude has affected my relationships in the past. In reality, the ways in which I rely on other people to define me and assign value to me have caused significant damage to all of my closest relationships in the past several years. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUN-DUN-DUUUUNNN!! Cliff hanger! I know, I know. You'll hear all of the juicy (and...embarassing?) details of my failures in a later post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm going to watch The Office!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-6274021055998685715?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/6274021055998685715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6274021055998685715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/6274021055998685715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/excerpt-no-1.html' title='Excerpt No 1'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-45342037614991041</id><published>2009-03-12T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:51:32.395-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>I'm back at school, and the week has been really, REALLY busy. I taught all day today and will do the same tomorrow, but this weekend I should have time for some serious blogging....riiiiight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tide you over, here is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXiJYcK4-GU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bXiJYcK4-GU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were people thinking in the early 90's????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestweekever.tv/"&gt;(From Best Week Ever)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-45342037614991041?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/45342037614991041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/45342037614991041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/45342037614991041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-5853255518151813279</id><published>2009-03-03T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:36:10.768-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>Spring Breaaaak!!!</title><content type='html'>Woah, I'm home! It's spring break! But it's very cold. Luckily, my home did not get hit with the massive snowstorm that wrecked the other half of the state this week. Had I been at school, however, I would be wading through a lot of snow...I can live without any of that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break so far has been pretty enjoyable. I had a doctor's appointment, I got new glasses, I've been working on a painting, I took my sister to Brownies and Dance lessons today, my brother and I cooked dinner, I've made hummus and guacamole - both of which were delicious, and I spent some quality time with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a ton of work to do on my painting. It's due on Monday and I'm pretty unexcited about it...but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, plans for the rest of break? Wrapping up the painting, taking pictures for watercolor, planning some lessons, going to Soup Night at my church, making cookies for my brother, and finally (here's the good stuff) going to Culpeper on Friday to visit Lindsay! And Dana is coming! I love them. It'll be great to see them and spend some time together. And on Sunday it's back to school...and back into the fray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to do, but it'll all get done. It always does, somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-5853255518151813279?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5853255518151813279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-breaaaak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5853255518151813279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5853255518151813279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring-breaaaak.html' title='Spring Breaaaak!!!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8309051511517722243</id><published>2009-02-26T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T22:53:02.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffed animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t judge me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Oh dear...</title><content type='html'>I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3313319436/" title="little birds by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3313319436_1982a3ecb7.jpg" alt="little birds" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is knit stuffed animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this stems from my long-time love of stuffed animals as a child. I owned hundreds of them. You know those little nets you could hang in your room and fill with toys? Mine was so full of fluffy friends that the hooks pulled out of the walls. I could barely sleep on my bed, and I LOVED it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3312492937/" title="Little Birds  by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3452/3312492937_7f9b565349.jpg" alt="Little Birds " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this all started innocently enough, with little Rascal, who I shared with you earlier. I knitted Anna another kitty (he's purple and yellow, and he still needs a name...suggestions are still welcome) and all was well. And then, I found &lt;a href="http://knittedtoybox.blogspot.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt; and...well...I've only made the birdies because I'm running out of stuffing, but folks, it's not looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3313321278/" title="LIttle Birdy by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 294px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3525/3313321278_d25be37b95.jpg" alt="LIttle Birdy" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be investing in one of those stuffed animal hammocks again soon...either that, or everyone i know will be getting little birdies in the mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8309051511517722243?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8309051511517722243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8309051511517722243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8309051511517722243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear.html' title='Oh dear...'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3558/3313319436_1982a3ecb7_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3761441715046006871</id><published>2009-02-25T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:16:46.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><title type='text'>Ash Wednesday</title><content type='html'>During my senior year of high school, a friend and I decided to fast on Ash Wednesday. To me it seemed like no big deal. We'll just be hungry and tomorrow we'll have breakfast and that will be the end of it. Everything went according to plan - we didn't meet for breakfast that day, we attended the school's chapel service and got the ashy smudge on our foreheads, we didn't eat. Well, sort of. At around 4 o'clock, my friend went through quite an ordeal. She'd begun to feel lightheaded and woozy, and decided that she'd better eat a few Triscuts. After doing so, she was wracked with guilt - so much so that she called her mom in tears, confessing that she'd broken her fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all had a good laugh about it the next day over breakfast (which is what we were officially doing: breaking our fast). It seemed much less grave after we'd eaten our waffles. Why was she so torn up over a few Triscuts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further I get from that incident, the more I realize that my friend was delving deeper into the discipline of fasting than I was. I secretly patted myself on the back for outlasting her that day. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Look at me,"&lt;/span&gt; I thought, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can handle this fast. Not a big deal at all."&lt;/span&gt; But while I may have physically fasted, I certainly did not spiritually fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is fasting? Why do we do it? And does God really care about clandestine Triscuts in the afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian fasting, particularly Lenten fasting, is rooted in Christ's fasting in the wilderness after his baptism. Those 40 days and 40 nights are refleclected in our 40-day (not including Sundays) period of Lent, where Christians often "give up" something in rememberance of Jesus' sacrifice. I've found that often, at least for me, my choices of what to "give up" for Lent revolve around my own self-betterment. What vices should I abandon for 40 days? And is my willpower strong enough? Often it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; will, not the Lord's will. And furthermore, when I am tempted by those vices, I look once again to my own ability to resist them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While considering these things, I turned to the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mudhouse Sabbath&lt;/span&gt; by Lauren Winner. Winner, a former Orthodox Jew-turned-Christian, writes about Jewish spiritual disciplines and their redemption and place in Christianity. Winner shares a story similar to that of my high school friend. Once, while in college, she ate a salami sandwich during the Fast of Esther, one of the required Orthodox Jewish fasts. Later, she asked a rabbi about whether or not God cared about this sandwich. His response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When you are fasting," he said, "and you feel hungry, you are to remember that you are really hungry for God." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, I realized, is what I missed during that first Ash Wednesday fast in high school. I was  hungry, and I let my willpower carry me through. My friend was hungry, ate, and realized that she allowed her body to rule over what her spirit told her. She recognized her hunger for God, where I just recognized my awesomeness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mudhouse Sabbath &lt;/span&gt;again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Rabbi M's words make it clear that, like the liturgy, the fast accomplishes a repositioning. When I am sated, it is easy to feel independent. When I am hungry, it is possible to remember where my dependence lies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm fasting again. I'm trying to look at it not as a battle of my will vs. my stomach. I'm trying to see it as my hunger for God, made corporal.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3761441715046006871?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3761441715046006871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3761441715046006871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3761441715046006871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday.html' title='Ash Wednesday'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-7921201782935882436</id><published>2009-02-24T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:37:37.208-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Rascal, the Knitted Kitty</title><content type='html'>My sister's 8th birthday is coming up. What do you get for the little girl who has everything, and who only wants MORE High School Musical stuff? The answer? Meet Rascal, the Knitted Kitty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3307230490/" title="kitted kitty 009 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3307230490_2fd960f885.jpg" alt="kitted kitty 009" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's cute, isn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I stumbled upon the pattern to make Rascal. It's SO simple! You can find the pattern &lt;a href="http://geobabe.livejournal.com/227621.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3306382491/" title="kitted kitty 001 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3520/3306382491_7c8089febe.jpg" alt="kitted kitty 001" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Rascal was a lot of fun, mostly because it doesn't take very long. I'm a novice knitter, and it shows in some ways. Rascal is a little wonky and lumpy, but he's still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3306382543/" title="kitted kitty 003 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3650/3306382543_27a614ec44.jpg" alt="kitted kitty 003" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be making my sister a different knitted kitty, now that I have a feel for the pattern and so on. Hers will probably be purple or blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3307214670/" title="kitted kitty 004 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3531/3307214670_e1a0475cc3.jpg" alt="kitted kitty 004" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love making hand-made gifts for people. This year for Christmas, I think I only bought one or two gifts for my friends and family. Being an art major means I get to spend my time making things that end up being pretty good gifts for my loved ones. But I love making something especially for someone. There's something special that happens while you're creating something with a person in mind; you spend that time thinking about them, praying for them, and loving them - even from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3306382717/" title="kitted kitty 008 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3556/3306382717_7739da006a.jpg" alt="kitted kitty 008" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if YOU want to learn how to make a knitted kitty, you can do it! Just go to that link. You know, the one up there! Or the one &lt;a href="http://geobabe.livejournal.com/227621.html"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;! And if you're thinking that you'd like to make a knitted kitty, but you can't knit...well, just learn! It's a pretty easy thing to do...I'm sure there's a little old lady at your church or in your community that would love to teach you. And, if that doesn't pan out, the Internet is FULL of knitting help. There are videos, tutorials, forums and tons of blogs devoted to the craft. Most of my knitting knowledge came from the power of Googling. So just...do it! It's a ton of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I need to think of a name for the kitty I give my sister, unless I want all my hard work to be named "Troy" from High School Musical. So if you have any creative kitty names, feel free to share them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-7921201782935882436?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/7921201782935882436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/rascal-knitted-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7921201782935882436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/7921201782935882436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/rascal-knitted-kitty.html' title='Rascal, the Knitted Kitty'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3307230490_2fd960f885_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-5777058004726211105</id><published>2009-02-22T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T14:09:15.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Persecution, the Church...and Watercolor</title><content type='html'>It's Sunday! And I went to a different church this morning (I do that a lot - mostly because I'm not here much on the weekends, so I don't really have a "church home" here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the service I attended today set my teeth on edge. I'm not sure if I my response is entirely justified or Biblical; sometimes my personal values and beliefs cloud what is true. But sometimes I think my response is grounded in truth...and I think today that was the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm SURE this church is rooted in the Bible. They are brothers and sisters in faith. They seek after the Lord. They want to love Him and serve Him; I acknowledge that wholeheartedly. But today's sermon frustrated me in many ways. The preacher spoke on the passage in John where Christ warns his disciples of persecution due to their faith (the end of chapter 15 and the first few verses of 16). The crux of the sermon was that we, as American Christians, are persecuted by those who hate the faith - particularly those in our government. There was lots of talk about things like pro-life pastors being arrested for protesting, laws being passed that "attacked the faith" and so forth. The pastor suggested that we should all be memorizing scripture not because it is important to have the Word in our hearts, but because one day (possibly soon!) being a Christian may be illegal in our nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To suggest that the greatest dangers facing the American Church today come at the hands of our government is foolishness, to me. That kind of religious-right agenda puts a bad taste in my mouth, and in the mouths of many. Sure, there is merit to discussing issues like abortion - but there is much more than just that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Church (oh what a varied body she is!) cannot wallow in its "persecution." We cannot point fingers at atheists, or pro-choice people, or our government. The dangers facing our church are much deeper and much closer to home than that. The dangers in our church come from within - from apathy, complacency, from being satisfied with the status quo. They come from our culture of consumption, entitlement and me-first-me-only thinking. They come from alienating others with a message of hate, or - on the other side - from being passive and postmodern in our approach to the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much work to be done. Work that goes beyond mailing postcards of fetuses to senators. Work that involves loving others, not shouting at them. And even if I don't share the views of this church (I'm one of those Demi-crats, you know), I am as much a part of the problem. I know that I fail to meet the demands of the gospel. I am broken, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said...the rest of my Sunday has been enjoyable! And really, even If i don't agree with that church on that, it gave me something to think about. And that's a good thing. After church I had lunch with my roommate and some of her friends, and I just finished a watercolor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3301118138/" title="Still Life by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3301118138_7abd4aaae2.jpg" alt="Still Life" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, there it is! I was really nervous about watercolor before I started this semester. I'm an oil painter usually, and the method is very, VERY different. But I'm starting to get the hang of it, which makes it much more enjoyable, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm just going to enjoy the rest of my Sabbath. I might make some granny squares, or do a crossword, or call a friend. It's a nice, snowy day to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-5777058004726211105?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/5777058004726211105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/persecution-churchand-watercolor.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5777058004726211105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/5777058004726211105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/persecution-churchand-watercolor.html' title='Persecution, the Church...and Watercolor'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3315/3301118138_7abd4aaae2_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-477757874236541095</id><published>2009-02-19T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T23:22:38.457-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t judge me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ridiculous animal pictures'/><title type='text'>Baby Whale!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3293750923/" title="Baby Whale by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 395px; height: 265px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/3293750923_f8a64b2fc7_o.jpg" alt="Baby Whale" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. If you can look at these pictures and not fall in love with this baby whale, there is something wrong with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3293750907/" title="Baby Whale 2 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 262px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3445/3293750907_1f0a4ec880_o.jpg" alt="Baby Whale 2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, look at that smile!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before you get all judgmental and say things like "Stef, why are there baby whale pictures on your blog? What do they have to do with anything? What kind of free time do you have, that you can find and blog about pictures of baby whales?" I will explain to you that I have a theory that the Internet itself is built by pictures of people dressing up their pets in costumes. So sometimes it's necessary for me to do research about the internet's construction. Secondly, I have a habit of finding and sending these images to a friend of mine who claims to be repulsed by many of them. But I think she secretly loves them. She loves them when they're of bunnies, but when I send her chinchillas wearing hula outfits (that's for real) or BABY WHALES she's unimpressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feelings about the whale:&lt;br /&gt;"He looks emaciated."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-477757874236541095?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/477757874236541095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-whale.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/477757874236541095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/477757874236541095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/baby-whale.html' title='Baby Whale!'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8253941741024016972</id><published>2009-02-19T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:36:54.265-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandma walker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>"Days With My Father"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3294472304/" title="Days with my Father by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 274px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3294472304_545bf2753a.jpg" alt="Days with my Father" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found a website that is poignant, beautiful, and downright depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/"&gt;http://www.dayswithmyfather.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a photojournal of a man's father, who is now 98, living without his wife and without much in the way of short-term memory. It's pretty incredible. To navigate the site, just move your cursor to the bottom of the page, and click to move to the next picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to warn you, you might tear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was good today - I taught at the Swain School all day. Well, actually I did a lot of observing/helping today, but I did a demo for some 5th graders. They're learning to make gargoyles out of air-dry clay, so I made one to show them the process. And it was fun...big time! The air-dry clay isn't like regular clay (which is kiln fired) and isn't like modeling clay (which never dries because of its oil base), but has the texture of modeling clay with the benefit of drying completely in about a week. So next week, I'll have my very own gargoyle. I sound like a little kid, talking about it! But it's pretty sweet, quite frankly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a few frustrating moments today: an unpleasant phone conversation, a lot of exhaustion, feeling a bit under the weather, and some windy cold weather that makes standing outside pretty painful. But I have one class tomorrow and then a whole weekend to recover! Which might result in a lot of blog posts, because I don't have much going on...just some watercolor painting. And good things happened today too, like gargoyles, a cool lecture this evening, and a nice phone conversation with Laur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I talked to my Grandma Walker tonight. She's THE BEST. We usually talk every Sunday at 5, but last weekend I was returning from Jubilee, and this weekend she'll be in Charlottesville, VA visiting my aunt and her family. So we caught up tonight, which is wonderful. My grandfather's birthday (we call him Pepop) is coming up in March, and Grandma asked me to read a poem at his birthday party. So I have to find a suitable poem...suggestions are welcome! I feel like the pressure is on, because Pepop be lovin' the poetry. I don't want to bring something lame, you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8253941741024016972?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8253941741024016972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-with-my-father.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8253941741024016972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8253941741024016972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-with-my-father.html' title='&quot;Days With My Father&quot;'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3453/3294472304_545bf2753a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-9218289954821417652</id><published>2009-02-18T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:47:16.201-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the funs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the internet is somethin&apos; else'/><title type='text'>The Internet is Somethin' Else: Creating a Fake Band &amp; Album</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I find interesting things on the internet...and what better place to share those things than RIGHT HERE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ki/Special:Random&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.quotationspage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;com/random.php3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”&lt;br /&gt;or click &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days" onmousedown="'return" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.flickr.com/expl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ore/interesting/7days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Post it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3291929432/" title="album cover by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 261px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3291929432_5fe5d32eb9.jpg" alt="album cover" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-9218289954821417652?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/9218289954821417652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-is-somethin-else-creating-fake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9218289954821417652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/9218289954821417652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/internet-is-somethin-else-creating-fake.html' title='The Internet is Somethin&apos; Else: Creating a Fake Band &amp; Album'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3450/3291929432_5fe5d32eb9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-2108512509063553777</id><published>2009-02-18T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:58:10.491-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='painting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection seeking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>On Reflection</title><content type='html'>About every six months I find myself in a place where I try to sort out and make sense of where my life is, and where it is going. Usually this happens at the end of the summer and in the middle of winter. I reflect at the summer's close after a few months of working at camp, and again in winter when I feel far-removed from those experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's that time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I think it's providentially become that time again. A few days ago, I organized the Word documents on my computer. Nothing fancy, I just threw all of last semesters papers and journals into a folder marked for my senior year. As I was sorting, I cam across a reflection I wrote in early September entitled "it's time for this." And I could not, for the life of me, remember writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I guess I should preface this a little. Sometimes I get overwhelmed by the things I'm experiencing, and the best way for me to get a handle on things is through typing and typing and typing. It's cathartic. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; when I go back to those writings months later, it's usually with some mortification. I get easily embarrassed by the things I write - mostly because I've grown out of feeling those things by the time I go back to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why a blog may or may not be a sound choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress...so I found this "writing" or whatever and, well, it's good that I found it again. Insightful, I know! But really. I wrote a lot about a subject that I've been encircling in thought and action for years: love. Woah, I know, PROFOUND! What a big deal! But it's true...I've spent a lot of time in Scripture, prayer and discussion over the subject of loving one another, loving God, and being loved both by Him and by others. It's a dizzying thing, after awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some of the entry is a bit personal, I think I'll be revisiting it and sharing some of the things I'm still sorting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, however, I need to muster the courage to go to my painting studio. I enjoy painting, but it's been a struggle this semester. I'm floundering for anything meaningful right now; mostly because I'm still trying to sort out where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;am, let alone where my art can be. So...we'll see how that goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-2108512509063553777?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/2108512509063553777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2108512509063553777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/2108512509063553777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-reflection.html' title='On Reflection'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-3547899574770320243</id><published>2009-02-17T13:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:57:29.861-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pittsburgh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social justice'/><title type='text'>Bill Strickland &amp; The Manchester Craftsman's Guild</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="padding: 3px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3288444620/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/3288444620_a772230e14.jpg" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3288444620/"&gt;Bill Strickland&lt;/a&gt;, originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/35474993@N04/"&gt;modefstef&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;This weekend I had the pleasure of attending the Jubilee Conference in Pittsburgh, PA. If you haven't heard of it, it's a huge gathering created by the CCO that is made up of college students from around the Pennsylvania/Ohio/West Virgina area. The goal of Jubilee is to get college students thinking about how their faith intersects their everyday lives - everything from their profession to social justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conference usually features a few big-name speakers from the Christian community. Over the last years people like Tony Campolo, Lauren Winner, and Donald Miller have all been among the keynote speakers at the conference. This year, a man named Bil Strickland gave an incredibly moving talk about his organization, The Manchester Craftsman's Guild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill grew up on the north side of Pittsburgh, in a high crime area. He discovered the power of art while in high school, after seeing his art teacher throwing some ceramic shapes in the art classroom. After learning to be a ceramists himself, Strickland began on an incredible journey to bring opportunities to everyone from his neighborhood. He started by teaching kids off the street in a basement of an apartment, and since then his organization has expanded to the vision of eventually  having similar arts institutes in 200 cities - 100 in the US and 100 abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this kind of story matters to me, because...well art education will one day be my profession. To hear this man's story of going from the depths to the heights is empowering. But more than that, I think that Bill Strickland gets at something more than just art education. During his talk he focused on the importance of setting high standards and providing high quality experiences to everyone. In fact, one thing he said stuck with me in particular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, we found out that the only problem with the poor is that they don't have any money. And that's a curable condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often we don't see the poor as people. We see them as problems. Bill Strickland decided to love, support, encourage, and care for the poor in tangible ways. He and his organization set high expectations for their students, and give them the tools to reach them. And they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if we started seeing people as people again? It's time to get some humanity back in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out the MCG, the website is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manchesterguild.org/indexflash.htm"&gt;http://www.manchesterguild.org/indexflash.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can also read a article about Bill here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.miller-mccune.com/article/a-poverty-antidote-goes-global"&gt;http://www.miller-mccune.com/article/a-poverty-antidote-goes-global&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-3547899574770320243?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/3547899574770320243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/bill-strickland.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3547899574770320243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/3547899574770320243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/bill-strickland.html' title='Bill Strickland &amp; The Manchester Craftsman&apos;s Guild'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3009/3288444620_a772230e14_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6824180445410388974.post-8745067302195430017</id><published>2009-02-16T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T10:59:02.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='granny sqaures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crochet'/><title type='text'>Navel-Gazing At Its Finest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A blog. I'm creating a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mixed-reactions moment for me. I'm doing it intentionally and voluntarily, so obviously I think that there are some good aspects of blogging. On the other hand, it feels a little vain and even more silly. What am I going to write about in this thing? I think the goal will be to share the little things I enjoy daily - art projects, poems I find, snippets of internet culture, prayers written by people wiser than me, and a few thoughts about all of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will probably just write about how ridiculous my life is, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start, I'll share my current project (aside from all of the work that goes into my fine education, that is). I learned how to crochet a few weeks ago, and since then I've been hard at work on making granny squares. Eventually (as in, 30 years from now at the rate I'm going) I'll crochet all of these cute little squares into a quaint afghan to enjoy forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the blanket that inspired it all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3286950696/" title="523885009_5852931cb5_o by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3286950696_135ec69051.jpg" alt="523885009_5852931cb5_o" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's about how far I am now (I have a variety of the squares hanging on my corkboard at my desk, so that I can be inspired by them and pick up the hook to keep going):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35474993@N04/3286133547/" title="granny squares2 004 by modefstef, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 398px; height: 299px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3240/3286133547_e0c8d3beec.jpg" alt="granny squares2 004" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, they're fun to make and they don't take long. And I love putting together colors! I'm excited to see the blanket as a whole on that distant day when it becomes a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so there's a start. I'll share more pictures of the granny square blanket as it progresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6824180445410388974-8745067302195430017?l=beggartobeloved.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/feeds/8745067302195430017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/navel-gazing-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8745067302195430017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6824180445410388974/posts/default/8745067302195430017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beggartobeloved.blogspot.com/2009/02/navel-gazing-at-its-finest.html' title='Navel-Gazing At Its Finest'/><author><name>Stef</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17526313947225850792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Drz-6E8dRHE/SZojBIPMQII/AAAAAAAAAAM/xX2tDpD3UCU/S220/picnick+beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3471/3286950696_135ec69051_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
