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05 February 2009 @ 09:23 pm
As strange as it sounds, I consider it good luck if there is snow on the ground on my birthday. It’s double-good luck if it actually snows on my birthday.

This year though, I am happy to say that plenty of snow on the ground from last week’s 8 inches of snowfall promises me a lucky year, but I guess not a super-lucky year.

What a year! My 31st year has come and nearly gone.
- I FINALLY finished my thesis work, defended it successfully and had it granted and signed off on! I will “walk” to “graduate” in May, even though I still have more school for my education degree left.
- I gained a roommate in my friend Kristy. I wasn’t sure how I would feel about that but now that it’s the way it is I really enjoy having her here. I hope she sticks around!
- I had my one-year anniversary with my loving boyfriend Matt (still counting, and still happy).
- I really started in on my real Education classes and successfully began my “Block” classes. I have already applied for Student Teaching and am set to begin in January 2010.

Some “Lowlights” include:
- Losing my precious Nana to colon cancer.
- The general and seemingly rapid aging of my other grandparents.

Other significant and not so significant happenings include:
- We saw a UFO!
- I took lots of pictures of “spooky” orbs.
- I became a sudoku addict, worked through it, but still occasionally enjoy it. I have leveled out a lot since I figured out I could do it.
- I made it through and really felt my first Earthquake! I’m still amazed about that!
- I became truly addicted to my Mac laptop.
- We filmed a very short and very odd bit called Pizza Girl over the summer.
-I learned how to “basically” create a web site, and acquired one of my own.
- I am very happy with the new president, and I promise that's all I'll say on that for now.

I’ve had a nice day, though the getting older part still bugs me. Thursdays are sadly my busiest days, but it hasn’t hindered my ability to celebrate a little bit. After my morning class Kristy picked me up and surprised me by bringing me home to a cookie-cake she made for me (my favorite!). I opened a few presents and was very pleased with those (thank you!). We then met Sue, Ashley and Phoenix at Magic Wok for some yummy Chinese buffet! My music class was somewhat interesting this afternoon, and after that I went to my night class, which thankfully doesn’t usually run too long.

Overall I’d say it’s been a nice day. I have a lot of work to do this weekend, but my real present will be next weekend when Matt comes down to visit me (yay!).

So, conclusion: Yay for continued good health and the fact that I’m still alive!
(Boo for aging!)
Current Location: Charleston, IL
Current Music: Aquarius
31 October 2008 @ 09:22 am
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! To all! My favorite holiday!! I hope everyone has fun today and gets some free candy.
Current Location: Charleston, IL
Current Music: This Is Halloween- Nightmare Before Christmas
13 September 2008 @ 12:05 pm
I just wanted to take a moment to publicly state that “The Nightmare Before Christmas” could make a fantastic stage show. I think about this a lot (I'm strange I know) and it still boggles my mind as to why someone in New York hasn't thought of this already.

With movies, TV shows and even band's greatest hits all being turned into musicals these days, why hasn't anyone come up with a stage adaptation of “Nightmare”? It just seems to me it's begging to go to Broadway! What do you think? I may be right? Or I may be crazy?
Current Location: Charleston, IL
Current Music: What's This?
20 August 2008 @ 10:09 am
Harry Potter + hip-hop + pop culture = a good chuckle

14 June 2008 @ 02:24 pm
I just saw Super Size Me for the first time. (thanks Kristin!) As most of you know, I am not a big fan of unhealthy eating in general, so I went into it with no rose-colored glasses about the fast food industry.

Yet still, it really had a huge impact on me. Already I knew I would not feed my own children fast food, especially when they are young, but this documentary cemented that decision in my head. It's not just about the food, it’s about the image and memories children create directly associated with the fast food companies.

It makes you think about how our generation got to where it is, revering our "childhood icons" such as trips to McDonald's and all those fun, Saturday morning commercials with Ronald. Our generation equated going to McDonalds with fun, family outings. They were “special” treats that we felt our parents didn’t let us enjoy enough. Silly them, they thought more highly of cooking and eating at home instead.

Now, our generation is the parents, and because we liked McDonalds, (and other fast-food places) and now we make the money, we take our kids there for a “treat”. In fact, we tend to go way more often than we ever did as kids. I don’t need to quote stats on the epidemic of childhood obesity these days, which admitted wasn’t helped by our parent’s philosophy of “clean your plate and you get dessert”, which is a whole other problem and method we need to eradicate from our minds (just think about how unhealthy that is: keep eating, even if you’re full, and I’ll reward you with something sugary and fatty, hence increasing your natural appetite and your cravings for regular servings of sugary products).

I think the most truly disturbing stat, which we’ve all heard by now, is that for the first time in modern history (American) life expectancy has decreased, meaning this is the first generation of children that are expected to have a shorter lifespan than their parents. Our bodies, when treated well, and with luck, can last up to 120 years. And we as a society were well on our way to reaching our full potential, but we have regressed our own children, and we can’t blame cigarettes or illegal drugs, because those are at least regulated for the safety of the younger generation, but we do know that type 2 diabetes has skyrocketed, mostly in the last 10 years alone, and that is a preventable condition.

People give me a hard time, and sometimes call me a “health nut” because I am very careful about monitoring the fat, calories, salt, and other more unnatural products added to our proceed foods. No, I’m not an “organic nut”, but I am aware of what happened to me over the course of 1 short year. Looking back to the year that I gained my 20+ pounds, I recognize that I ate more fast food than I ever had in my life. I had more than one McGriddle before I decided they were just too rich. Do I think that caused my weight gain? No. I gained the weight. I made bad choices. Do I think fast food contributed to my weight gain? Yes. Will I sue them? No, because I believe that personal responsibility is the front line and anything beyond that is just an underlying reason, not an excuse. Yes, nowadays I look up nutritional info before I go eat at a restaurant, and yes, I usually only order things that are considered low-fat or low-cal or heart healthy (with rare exception, admittedly, such as Chinese buffets, my all-too-often guilty pleasure).

Morgan Spurlock gained 25 pounds in a month of eating McDonalds food. It took him 14 months to lose what he gained in 1 month. Gaining weight is so much easier than losing it. Being healthy isn’t necessarily equated with being skinny, but being a healthy weight is part of a healthy lifestyle. I’ve been lingering at the very peak of a healthy weight for my height for about 4 years now, and I have drastically changed my eating habits, and stepped up my exercise regime. I have not yet lost any weight, but I have so far not gained any more than a regularly fluctuating 5 pounds or so. It has been very difficult for me, and while I will admit that I am much healthier now than I ever was 5-6 years ago when I wore a size 8, that does not necessarily mean I am as happy as I was.

I didn’t imagine I’d have this reaction to this film. Nor did I imagine I had all of this bottled up inside of me. I intended to write a couple of sentences and here I am a couple of paragraphs later. I feel information such as that given in Super Size me is very important for our generation. I’m not saying I think it’s not slightly tainted in some way, nor that it is all exactly scientifically accurate, but the overall conclusions are harsh: "Who do you want to see go first, you or them?" Trading in the lifespan of one Ronald McDonald, or any other representation of unhealthy choices, is an appropriate sacrifice, in my opinion, for the continued expansion, rather than reduction, of our lifespan.
Current Mood: determined
24 April 2008 @ 10:48 am
I don’t know why, but I recently recalled this exchange and remembered how elaborate my answer had been and thought this would be a good place for it to see the light of day.

As many of you know, I was with a group of students finishing up a 5-week study abroad trip to England in July of 2005 when the July 7, 2005 bombings happened. Just after it happened, I didn’t make a big deal out of it because I think that’s how I dealt with it all. It’s only in the years since that I’ve come to realize how big a deal it really was.

About a year ago, I got a note from a local reporter for our school paper inquiring about my experience. Below is an excerpt from her initial note:

“I am a reporter for The Daily Eastern News and am working on a story about how although there have been many terrorist attacks, it hasn't had any noticeable effect on Eastern's Study Abroad Program.”

I cheerfully replied that yes, I’d be willing to help her out. I don’t know if it was buried feelings or slight resentment from how she was approaching this topic, but below was my word-for word reply to her to her direct questions:

2. Are you still an Eastern student? If so, what year are you? - Yes. I am finishing my Master’s Thesis for English and Creative Writing and beginning a second degree in Early Childhood Education.

3. Where were you when the terrorist attack occurred? - We were in the Royal National Hotel, just off of Tavistock Square. We were between the tube stops of Russell Square and King’s Cross, though Russell Square was closer to us.

After the incidents on the tube, we were on our way out for the day when we were stopped by two girls who had seen the injured passengers coming off of the tube at Russell square. No one knew what was going on. It was referred to as “an explosion”. The two girls were quite shaken and upset, and they told us to stay where we were for right then, that was the word from our professors.

To be honest, it wasn’t on the news yet and we had no idea of the severity. We thought of it as a minor delay in our day. We complied with our professor’s wishes, though, and as we stood talking about how to rearrange our plans for the day if we couldn’t take the tube, there was a loud boom. Our windows rattled. They were open of course, because it was July and there was no air conditioning. We stopped talking for a moment and looked toward the window, then, not knowing what had happened, kept talking. That boom had been the bus, just across from our hotel.

Who were you with? - When the tube explosions occurred I think I was having breakfast in the hotel with Kristy, my roommate, and some other friends we were about to set out with. I was again with Kristy in our room when we heard the bus explode.

4. About what time did the attack occur? It was in the morning, between roughly 9:00 and 10:00 AM.

5. What was your immediate reaction to the attack? What emotions did you feel?

My immediate reaction was numbness. I felt confused. I didn’t know what was going on. It wasn’t even being covered by the news yet, so it was very disconcerting.

Until I went outside, I didn’t know what to feel. After I saw the bus, but I didn’t know what it was or what had happened, I remember feeling a kind of tingling, as if something big was happening all around me and it might have a major effect on all of us, but it might not. It was very similar to how I felt on Sept. 11. So in a way, Sept.11 has really prepared me to deal with these strange emotions. But I wasn’t in New York or D.C. on Sept. 11. This time, I was right in the middle of it.

6. Were any special measures taken after the attacks, by England or by the leaders of the group? What were these measures?

We were told to call our parents and tell them we were OK. I didn’t want to do this at first because I didn’t really know how severe and dangerous this situation really was. It was 4:00AM at home, and I thought calling and waking my mother to tell her I was fine would just make her mad and cause her to worry more. However, soon we were told to pack all of out things and be ready to leave at a moment’s notice. The police had informed the hotel we may need to evacuate at any minute. I rushed, as everyone else did to pack up my things. And then I waited, which was agonizing, and though I still didn’t know what was going on, I knew if we were going to be evacuated I should give in a call my mom.

Finally, when news started appearing on TV of all this, I began to understand what was going on, and what I had seen outside. There was a G8 summit going on up in Scotland that day, and Tony Blair was hosting it. It was clear what was going on had something to do with that. We were told that Blair would be returning to London immediately and speaking at noon. I’d never been so anxious to hear a politician speak in all my life.

7. What was the response of the overall group?

Mixed. One girl saw the bus explode. She was shaken for the rest of the day. We bonded for a brief time as we never had on the whole 5 week trip. We forgot social groups and circles and gathered in one room to hear Tony Blair speak. It was only then when he spoke that the word “bomb” that it was uttered for the first time.

I remember only then feeling truly afraid for maybe one of the only times in my life. I stood in the hallway, and I heard from a room the BBC announcer warning all in the Tavistock square area not to be alarmed if we heard more explosions, as the police were finding unexploded devices in trash cans and setting them off in controlled settings. I don’t know if that was true or not because after that day I never heard anything else about it, but for that moment, when we were being told we might have to evacuate at any moment, I realized that there may be a bomb in our building. I realized there was a possibility this had all been planned and we were just unlucky enough to happen to be there on that day. Very few times in my life have I ever truly felt what it’s like to think that I might actually die, but that moment it happened. Of course, I knew thoughts like that were no good, so it passed, but sometimes, in a situation like that I think you have to deal with your own mortality, even if for just a moment, because only when we reach such a psychological low can we begin to mentally and emotionally look up and see how lucky and blessed we are. There’s a natural sense we all have to preserve our life at all costs and I think that feeling got me through the rest of that uncertain day.

8. What were the names of the professors who were on the trip? How did they handle the situation? Our professors were Dr. Randy Bebe and Dr. Jad Smith. They were fantastic. They recognized the severity of the situation immediately and began taking measures to ensure our safety. They were honest and open with us about what was going on and what they were attempting to do to get us out of there and what our options were. We were on our very last day of the trip and we were to fly out the next day. However, by the afternoon the police had roped off our hotel and told us if we left at all, we could not come back. We were stuck there all day long. We were supposed to take the tube to the train station the next day to get to the airport. But the tube wasn’t running and was shut down indefinitely, and as far as we knew the trains weren’t running either. Our professors worked hard to try and ensure we would be able to get to the airport the next day. They held regular meetings with us in the hallways to keep us updated and informed.

9. About how soon after the attacks did you return home?

We managed to leave the next day. It was not easy getting to the train station, but by that day, the trains were running again. We were supposed to have vans pick us up, but the police wouldn’t let them pull up to the hotel. So we had to take out luggage (5 weeks worth of luggage I might add) and get a police escort out of the protected area. Once out, we were told to wait for our van, which never came. We then had to walk farther and pair off to catch taxies. One taxi driver got angry at us when we asked to be taken to the train station. He pushed our luggage back at us and told us he wasn’t driving to any train station with everything that was going on. I walked back to Dr. Bebe and asked him to please deal with the taxi drivers from then on. He did.

10. Did the attacks impact the rest of your trip at all? Very much. We were supposed to have a full day in London, but instead we got trapped in our hotel by the police all day. Then getting to the airport was the biggest burden we’d had the whole trip.

11. Did the attacks affect your feelings about traveling overseas? How so?

No, I feel no differently about traveling overseas. What happened in London could happen anywhere, and we just happened to be there when it did. But things like that don’t happen everyday, and having experienced Sept. 11 and July 7 I have learned that fear cannot rule your life. Caution and common sense are of course of vast importance, but fear can only hold you back from life. Risk is a part of our everyday lives, and I for one am not about to let that keep me from someday going back and seeing all the things I missed that day in London.

12. Is there anything else you think would be helpful for me to know?

To be honest, we were very lucky that our group was not hurt. Most of us slept in that day, some say it was because we could. It was the first day in many that we didn’t have to be up and ready to go for something by a certain time. Other say it was because our professors told us to avoid rush hour on the tube. I think they did, but I like most students probably was not paying that much attention. For me, it was because of breakfast. At Harlaxton, if you wanted to eat in the morning you had to be down before 9. At our hotel, as pitiful as the free breakfast was, it lasted until 10:00. So we sauntered down to breakfast that day around 9:00AM. Most of our friends were already ready to go, but we were, or rather, I was slow. If breakfast had been over by 9:00 that day, there is a good chance we would have left by 9:15. By then, the tubes were closed, and Kristy, who was in charge of transportation issues, knew the bus schedule, and had actually suggested a bus that stopped right outside of our hotel at 9:45. The only reason we were in our room when we got the order to stay put was because I forgot the right tube pass for the day, and I had to go back and get it. But it’s only in retrospect that I recognize all these dangers. At the time, all I was thinking about was all I was going to do that day in London, and how a tube closure might slow us down a bit. One of our professors and his wife had planned to get up and out by 8:00 AM, but they overslept. They would likely have been on the tube when the bombs went off.

- As you might imagine, I don’t think I really gave her the “spin” on the story she was looking for. Not surprisingly, I never heard back from her, and I didn’t ever hear or read anything about her story. If it was published, I rest assured she didn’t use my information. But I surprised myself with this outpouring. I guess I had a lot to say, and I’d never been given a chance.

This entry has stayed locked up in the sent file of my e-mail for a year, so I thought it was time that it at least got a chance to be seen by someone, since I guess there’s a lot of it in me.
Current Mood: pensivepensive
Current Music: my boyfriend - on the radio!
20 April 2008 @ 09:14 pm
(warning: long post; I need to update more often to avoid this!)
What an interesting weekend I've had. I’m reminded of the old theatre phrase “Deus ex machine” or god in the machine (or of the machine, from the machine, however you want to say it). Why? Well, mainly because I can’t think of a proper phrase that accounts for the “things we cannot predict or control and how they affect our lives”.

This week has been rather stressful on me, mainly due to some financial issues that stem from me not being able to finish my thesis this semester. Yes, I am going to present in the beginning of fall, but since circumstances surrounding this situation were clearly laid out for me (as it do it or else), I went into damage control mode. First, I tried to test the waters by breaking the news to my mother. Well, not such a good idea because she totally flipped out. I stressed and stressed, and tried to fill my mother in on more details, hoping she would see that I am not just a lazy slug.

Thursday night I got to bed late. Though I should have gone to sleep, I stayed up and talked to Matt until around midnight. It took me a while to get to sleep, but I think I was finally successful.

Approximately 4:40am I awoke to the strangest sensation. My bed felt like someone was standing at the end on the side and pushing the mattress back and forth. It wasn’t bad, but it was enough to wake me up and feel that my mattress was indeed wobbling from side to side. What’s more, I heard my ceiling creaking, and I noticed the windows were moving and as such, the whole building. I thought it must be a strong gust of wind, as that is not that unusual around here. But as my bed finally stopped moving and I woke up a bit more, I suddenly thought it wasn’t very logical that wind could move my building, from outside, and my bed, which was inside. I got up to go to the bathroom, and I remembered back in 2003 when I was living in Georgia, I awoke one morning, for no reason, and didn’t know why I had woken up. When I turned on the news and went to work, it was obvious we had had an earthquake. I had slept through it. Everyone was talking about it, and I slept through it. Earthquakes are very unusual where I come from.

Could that have been an earthquake? It seemed logical, but I really thought I might be exaggerating it to myself, because earthquakes “don’t happen” in the Midwest. I turned on the TV, but the weather channel was just the weather channel, so I rolled over and spent an hour getting back to sleep.

Upon waking Friday morning, I turned to my local NBC station, and sure enough the crawl across the bottom indicated that we had indeed had an earthquake at 4:37am! I couldn’t believe it! A 5.2 magnitude! And I felt it! I think I sent a dozen texts to people and I talked to two people before breakfast.

One of those people was my mother. During our conversation, it became clear to me that she had misunderstood what I had been telling her over e-mails. Once she understood, it was like a weight lifted. While I had been thinking I may have to move and get a job and a loan to support myself, maybe at worst a tuition loan was all I was going to have to get! I wrote a letter, cleared it through my mother, and swallowed hard as I sent it to my grandmother today. I’m purposely not checking that address tonight. I need to be able to sleep tonight.

Back to Friday, I went to my 10:00 am class and the earthquake was the talk of the morning. At 10:15 all of us heard the ceiling creaking, and we suddenly felt a rumble under us as our desks and chairs vibrated. We all stared at each other in wonder. We just had an aftershock! And we felt it! Wow! (4.6 magnitude)

Friday night I was able to discuss new living arrangements with my friend. I may be getting a roommate, but I think that may be a good thing, for a little while anyway.

The rest of my weekend I spent hanging out with friends. Saturday night I was watching a movie with a friend when Matt called. He told me his older brother, Sean, whom I’ve never met, had called him to give him a heads up about their mom. She was going to be a bit angry at him because Sean accidentally let it slip that I had a kid.

WHAT?!? Matt thought this was extremely funny, and proceeded to tell him that in fact I did not have a kid. Apparently Sean must have assumed I had a child because I often show up in my pictures I put online with kids. Sean said he was sorry, but Matt said it was too late to say anything to his parents. He thought it was hysterical, but I didn’t find it so funny. I made him swear that he would fix it first thing this morning. I sent Mr. Sean Moran and little note of my own as well, setting the record straight from my end officially.

Matt called me at 9:45 this morning to tell me he fixed it. He keeps telling me I need to see the humor in all this, and while I have cracked a few smiles, I don’t find it nearly as amusing as he does. He says he may write a comedy act out of it, and I think that might be a good idea.
Current Mood: anxiousanxious
Current Music: Space Dog - Tori Amos
31 March 2008 @ 11:18 am
While I am not opposed to construction of new housing, there is just a part of me that is very sad and unhappy that they are tearing up the little strip of land in front of my parking lot to build and street and "luxury" homes. The field across the parking lot is next. Given the fact that the front and back yards of these homes will be a parking lot and a fence with houses on the other side, it just makes me sense greed.

The faeries are very unhappy.
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Current Mood: disappointeddisappointed
28 February 2008 @ 07:04 pm

So, I should be studying for this ridiculously detailed test I have tomorrow in Administration of Child care, but instead I am writing about my dream last night. I had this very strange and vivid dream last night that I can’t get out of my head, so I thought I’d share it, in case anyone out there fancies themselves interpreters.

It took place on this tiny, tiny “island” just off the banks of a city. I have no idea where it was but it doesn’t matter. It was kind of an “Ellis” island type- place, but much smaller. I don’t remember if I swam out to it or took a small boat, but apparently I was a frequent visitor. I guess it was like a park on a small island. The only thing on it besides grass and a few tress was a small, stone building in the center, which I presume held restrooms, but I also knew it was some “historic” old building, but nothing of any real significance. There was an overhang and I guess lights, though I don’t know where the power came from (maybe batteries) and I liked to sit up next to the building in a chair under the overhang to read and relax. There was a very nice view of the city just across the water from where I sat. (as a side note, I don’t know how I got a book out there if I swam, but I digress)

As I sat there reading one evening, I saw a plane take off from my left just over the main land. I watched it as it flew up, circled back down as if in a loop, and came down over the water right in front of me, but closer to the edge of the city than my island. As it hit the water, there was a gigantic explosion, and I remember the vivid red and orange that came towards me. (so much for never dreaming in color). I was horrified, but I didn’t flinch. I somehow knew I was just far enough away that I wouldn’t be hurt. I sat there for a few moments in awe, when suddenly a group of school children and their teachers swam up on shore. There were a lot of kids, and as I interacted with this group, the teachers told me they had all been in a bus about to go into the museum parking lot when the plane hit. Somehow their whole bus ended up in the water and everyone swam away from the raining fire towards this island.

At that point, I think I stayed with the group on the island overnight. The little stone building was quite full. The next day we started trying to find ways to get off the island, but all I had was a round, black inflated tube with a rope tied to it (I suppose this was how I arrived, but again, why? And how did I get a book there?)

At that point I woke up. I’ll admit that wasn’t the entire dream, but the other parts were peppered with nonsensical things about being in a large group of children on a field trip. 

Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: Happy Working Song - Amy Adams “Enchanted”
04 February 2008 @ 05:00 pm

I age another year officially Tuesday (at 10:46pm Central-Standard time, in case anyone wondered). I am very thankful first off that I have a comfortable, stable home and school life. I am very thankful that my body is fully-functioning. I have all my limbs and they work properly. My brain has no more damage than I have already gotten used to in my long 31 years, so that is a plus. I am generally healthy and well.

I could be pessimistic if I wanted to be. My life isn’t perfect, but much of that imperfection if my own fault and can be changed by my own will power. 

I have been fearful of getting on in my 30’s. 30 itself was such a big transition, and perhaps that is why I do not feel completely terrible about turning 31. I am very happy with my life as it is now. 

What has changed in a year? First, I’ve moved further in my education and my certainty in what I want to do. I do not yet have that Master’s but I feel it is much closer. I’ve “cemented” my reputation with the local, tiny community theatre. That may sound useless to many, but to me it is something meaningful and special. As a bonus, I have a few more friends than I did this time last year, and I finally feel like I have a “network” of friends to belong to. I feel like there’s a sizable group of people somewhere that have my back. Of course, I also retain the friends that I already had this time last year, and for them I am eternally thankful. 

The best and most welcome change in my life is of course Matt, my wonderful boyfriend that I cannot believe I am lucky enough to have. Interestingly, this time last year I had seen him, a couple of times, and I was vaguely aware he existed, but I had no idea that there was a diamond in the rough just waiting for me to find him. All that time I was single, I thought about what was really important in a “significant other”, both in general and for me personally. Matt blew away all my expectations. He was nicer, kinder and more generous than I ever believed a male (that wasn’t already married with kids) could be. He is funny and serious (enough), confident & humble. He loves being the center of attention and he is attentive and a top-notch listener. How can one person be all of these things and yet still be real? Better yet, how did I find him and how did we manage to spark an attraction to each other? 

I can’t answer those questions. But I can say that this year I am happy to be turning 31. I am happy with the direction my life is going, and I am very happy that Matt is coming to see me this weekend. Our relationship doesn’t define ME, but it is a part of me and us and who we are both together and as individuals. 

So, this wasn’t supposed to be about Matt, but I guess I went on a bit. I am not literary expert (though the English degrees might give the wrong impression) but here is a note from one of my favorite old writers that helps sum up what I am trying to say.

When I consider every thing that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
Whereon the stars in secret influence comment;
When I perceive that men as plants increase,
Cheered and cheque'd even by the self-same sky,
Vaunt in their youthful sap, at height decrease,
And wear their brave state out of memory;
Then the conceit of this inconstant stay
Sets you most rich in youth before my sight,
Where wasteful Time debateth with Decay,
To change your day of youth to sullied night;
And all in war with Time for love of you,
As he takes from you, I engraft you new. 

Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: Unaccompanied Cello Suite No. 1 in G Major, BWV 1007: I. Prelude - Bach