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Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Friday, June 18, 2010
Thrifty Love
New dress. $3. Had long sleeves and a skirt to the length of my ankles. I loved it, it reminded me of a late 70s early 80s secretary dress. Took some scissors to it, cut out the shoulder pads, shortened it and made it short-sleeved. Sorry for the bad pics, my friend used her camera phone. I love thrifty finds. Happy Friday!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Guest Post - "Hallo" from South Africa
So my friend is doing an internship in South Africa over the summer. He has been updating us via e-mail on his time there. I had to share this latest one because of how much joy it brought me. I read it a few times and it made me laugh each time. Enjoy!
Best Declaration by the South African Government:
Fridays for the last six months have officially been declared "Jersey Friday." It is my dream come true. I get to wear a sports jersey to work and actually keep my job -- it's amazing. Jersey Friday seriously laughs at Jeans Friday. I can't decide if this makes me want to live in South Africa the rest of my life or become the President, but either way it is a great thing.
Most Popular World Cup Song:
"Flags Waving." Do they play the Coke commercial in the U.S. with this song? This song is awesome and makes me want to be good at life.
Scariest Moment in Cape Town:
It was a cold dark night outside the Cape Town train station ... some guy approaches me with a handshake, three teeth and the smell of an internet cafe. I could sense that this was not a great situation. He stats to give me his story about his two children (he looks 17) and his
recent bad luck, but how he is changing for the better. I give him the change in my pocket. He explains to me that this not enough and that he really needs a note (a dolla) and that he has knifed people before for their wallets, but he would prefer not to do it that was as he alludes to this knife that he has on him. A king gesture, I thought. I try to deny him 4 or 5 times because there is a decent amount of people around. He pleads with me and gives me one last warning "this is the last time I am going to ask you." I wasn't sure if he was implying that he would walk away or use the aforementioned knife, but judging by the proximity of his face to mine and the stench on his breath I decided to play it safe. I went into a store and had him wait outside and got him a note and some bread for his kids. I am only out about $3 U.S. dollars (mom and dad, can you please send $3?), but would have to be the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. First scariest moment was when a rat crawled out of a garbage can as I was throwing the trash out. Second scariest was this video sent to me by Stephen Donnelly.
Reason I will need to visit a chiropractor when I get back:
My new strategy of not getting called on in class is the ducking method. I learned it from my roommate who has escaped pretty safely from being called on. He simply just ducks behind his computer screen and types away. The only difference is that he has a a17" computer with a monstrous battery and he is short. It was a strategic buy on his part. I have 15" Mac (!Mark Cruise - this is a reference to a laptop computer machine). Thus, the duck method has been helpful for me not getting punked by my professor again, but has been disastrous on my back.
Most widely used incorrect pluralization by South Africans:
"Mornings." You may know that incorrect pluralizataion/lack of pluralization is my ultimate pet peeve. (Ex: Best Buys, Barnes & Nobles, Orlando Magics, Starbuck, How are you doings, Nebraskas, Losts, Mitchell Gerrard's friends, etc...). Anyway, the South African people seem to think that there are two mornings, are afraid that they won't see you the next morning or think that the morning possesses something that goes without saying. Needless to say it makes me grumpier than I usually am in the morning(s).
Pounds gained thus far:
5-10. Sorry Esther.
Most generic roommate names Award:
Room 104 (my room). My roommates names are Nick, John, and Matt. Everyone thinks that Eric is hard to say because of my roommates.
I'll be at the England v. Algeria game tomorrow, so look for the guy in the Gerrard jersey.
Best Declaration by the South African Government:
Fridays for the last six months have officially been declared "Jersey Friday." It is my dream come true. I get to wear a sports jersey to work and actually keep my job -- it's amazing. Jersey Friday seriously laughs at Jeans Friday. I can't decide if this makes me want to live in South Africa the rest of my life or become the President, but either way it is a great thing.
Most Popular World Cup Song:
"Flags Waving." Do they play the Coke commercial in the U.S. with this song? This song is awesome and makes me want to be good at life.
Scariest Moment in Cape Town:
It was a cold dark night outside the Cape Town train station ... some guy approaches me with a handshake, three teeth and the smell of an internet cafe. I could sense that this was not a great situation. He stats to give me his story about his two children (he looks 17) and his
recent bad luck, but how he is changing for the better. I give him the change in my pocket. He explains to me that this not enough and that he really needs a note (a dolla) and that he has knifed people before for their wallets, but he would prefer not to do it that was as he alludes to this knife that he has on him. A king gesture, I thought. I try to deny him 4 or 5 times because there is a decent amount of people around. He pleads with me and gives me one last warning "this is the last time I am going to ask you." I wasn't sure if he was implying that he would walk away or use the aforementioned knife, but judging by the proximity of his face to mine and the stench on his breath I decided to play it safe. I went into a store and had him wait outside and got him a note and some bread for his kids. I am only out about $3 U.S. dollars (mom and dad, can you please send $3?), but would have to be the scariest thing that has ever happened to me. First scariest moment was when a rat crawled out of a garbage can as I was throwing the trash out. Second scariest was this video sent to me by Stephen Donnelly.Reason I will need to visit a chiropractor when I get back:
My new strategy of not getting called on in class is the ducking method. I learned it from my roommate who has escaped pretty safely from being called on. He simply just ducks behind his computer screen and types away. The only difference is that he has a a17" computer with a monstrous battery and he is short. It was a strategic buy on his part. I have 15" Mac (!Mark Cruise - this is a reference to a laptop computer machine). Thus, the duck method has been helpful for me not getting punked by my professor again, but has been disastrous on my back.
Most widely used incorrect pluralization by South Africans:
"Mornings." You may know that incorrect pluralizataion/lack of pluralization is my ultimate pet peeve. (Ex: Best Buys, Barnes & Nobles, Orlando Magics, Starbuck, How are you doings, Nebraskas, Losts, Mitchell Gerrard's friends, etc...). Anyway, the South African people seem to think that there are two mornings, are afraid that they won't see you the next morning or think that the morning possesses something that goes without saying. Needless to say it makes me grumpier than I usually am in the morning(s).
Pounds gained thus far:
5-10. Sorry Esther.
Most generic roommate names Award:
Room 104 (my room). My roommates names are Nick, John, and Matt. Everyone thinks that Eric is hard to say because of my roommates.
I'll be at the England v. Algeria game tomorrow, so look for the guy in the Gerrard jersey.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
21 Days
21 days. The number of days we are fasting as an organization for GenerateHope. We will be fasting from June 13 - July 3.
During this time we will be doing a liquid fast (coffee, juices, smoothies) and will be considering what it's like to lose a basic human right. That right for us will be in the form of food. Something so basic that we don't consider it a right, but a given.
The women we work with lost their basic right to choose their sexual partner. Lost the right to say "No" to sleeping with men they have never met. Lost their freedom to be young and worry about clothes and schoolwork; instead they have had to worry about who their next "client" would be. And how many men would visit their bed during the day.
As we fast together we think about the millions of women, children and boys who have had to suffer through modern-day slavery. We consider the change we want to see in this world and the opportunities we have to make a difference.
We give up food so that they know we see them, that we hear them, and that we are here to help.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
The Possibilities of Joy
There is an overwhelming joy inside of me that is unexplainable. I've been realizing lately how blessed I am. This feeling is a reminder of the transformation that has taken place in me, forgetting the past pains and moving onto bigger adventures.
On Tuesday I stood outside of our friend's house overlooking the Bay. We grilled hamburgers, ate Ruffles dipped in ranch and devoured homemade cookies and Oreos. As I looked around at all the new friends I had made since moving to San Diego I understood one thing. This was happiness.
I've come so far from and have seen and experienced so much. I was told this week that I "have a vibrant attitude towards life and it's contagious." Had this person been in my life only two years ago, I am confident her comment would not have existed. It's because of this that I began thinking about my short time in San Diego and how it has given me a new hope and appreciate for life.
I am truly blessed and not in a wealth sense. I have less money than I did a year ago and am struggling to pay bills monthly. But living, truly living, is much more than having money to spend on lattes, cocktails and new clothes. Give me my $3 t-shirts and $1 dresses from Amvets thrift-store any day!
The main difference in my life has been my dedication to following my dreams. Doing what I could to work with women who have been trafficked has radically changed my outlook on our world. Each day is a new day full of possibilities and arguing over the small things is hardly worth a bitter heart.
I have bad days. Of course I do. But how can I grow if I don't get challenged? I welcome the hard stuff, bring it on, I've fought through a lot and have made it out joyful.
There is a joy inside of me that will not be wasted on worrying about the future. Here I am, living only for today. Full of happiness.
On Tuesday I stood outside of our friend's house overlooking the Bay. We grilled hamburgers, ate Ruffles dipped in ranch and devoured homemade cookies and Oreos. As I looked around at all the new friends I had made since moving to San Diego I understood one thing. This was happiness.
I've come so far from and have seen and experienced so much. I was told this week that I "have a vibrant attitude towards life and it's contagious." Had this person been in my life only two years ago, I am confident her comment would not have existed. It's because of this that I began thinking about my short time in San Diego and how it has given me a new hope and appreciate for life.
I am truly blessed and not in a wealth sense. I have less money than I did a year ago and am struggling to pay bills monthly. But living, truly living, is much more than having money to spend on lattes, cocktails and new clothes. Give me my $3 t-shirts and $1 dresses from Amvets thrift-store any day!
The main difference in my life has been my dedication to following my dreams. Doing what I could to work with women who have been trafficked has radically changed my outlook on our world. Each day is a new day full of possibilities and arguing over the small things is hardly worth a bitter heart.
I have bad days. Of course I do. But how can I grow if I don't get challenged? I welcome the hard stuff, bring it on, I've fought through a lot and have made it out joyful.
There is a joy inside of me that will not be wasted on worrying about the future. Here I am, living only for today. Full of happiness.
Bring on the Evidence of my Life
I hear a quiet stirring. A shift in the air stimulates my senses. I see a change coming and my heart sees its rhythm and beats faster, faster and faster still. Our generation is ready, with wills stronger than we knew, with ambitions higher than we thought we'd pursue. Our minds cannot be quieted our souls cannot be hushed.
More and more I hear of twenty-somethings leaving everything behind to help the needy. I've seen passion ignited in friends to step-up and make their lives count. The time is now, our world is suffering and we have the tools to begin working towards peace, unconditional love, and redemption of those who have been oppressed.
More and more I hear of twenty-somethings leaving everything behind to help the needy. I've seen passion ignited in friends to step-up and make their lives count. The time is now, our world is suffering and we have the tools to begin working towards peace, unconditional love, and redemption of those who have been oppressed.
She is committed. She is standing up. He is signaling a renaissance that has already begun. We are rallying the troops.
I found this song yesterday and have listened to it non-stop since.
"What a day to be alive/What a day to realize I'm not dead/What a day to save a dime/What a day to die trying"
"Bring on the evening hours, I cry/Bring on the evidence, of my life"
Together we are strong. Together we are one. Together we will change the world. What a day to make a difference. When my eyes close for the last time, I want people to see the evidence of my life and know that I did the best I could to make this life better for others. We've got one life, live it well and live for others. What makes your heart beat?
I found this song yesterday and have listened to it non-stop since.
"What a day to be alive/What a day to realize I'm not dead/What a day to save a dime/What a day to die trying"
"Bring on the evening hours, I cry/Bring on the evidence, of my life"
Together we are strong. Together we are one. Together we will change the world. What a day to make a difference. When my eyes close for the last time, I want people to see the evidence of my life and know that I did the best I could to make this life better for others. We've got one life, live it well and live for others. What makes your heart beat?
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. JD Salinger
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Musings
Muses.
cat power. i love her minimalist style and breathy sound.
polaroids. everything looks better as a polaroid.
laughter. i love to laugh. i love it when my stomach hurts so bad i feel like it'll never recover from sharing a great laugh with friends.
miss zooey deschanel. her sense of style is perfect.
san francisco. my heart.
sylvia plath. she gets me
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