here is something (at last) that has snagged my attention enough for me to update this preposterous thing:

do our bookmarkers measure what we have gained, or what we have lost? 

(thought due in part to simon & garfunkel.)  anguish over it, like i did.

and hey!  throw aside your biases and elitism, and read johanna spyri's Heidi.  you will not regret it.   

Here the Beaver's voice sank into silence and it gave one or two very mysterious nods.  Then signaling to the children to stand as close around it as they possibly could, so that their faces were actually tickled by its whiskers, it added in a low whisper--

        "They say Aslan is on the move-- perhaps has already landed."

        And now a very curious thing happened.  None of the children knew who Aslan was any more than you do; but the moment the Beaver had spoken these words everyone felt quite different.  Perhaps it has sometimes happened to you in a dream that someone says something that you don't understand, but in the dream it feels as if it had some enormous meaning-- either a terrifying one which turns the whole dream into a nightmare or else a lovely meaning too lovely to be put into words, which makes the dream so beautiful that you remember it all your life and are always wishing you could get into that dream again.  It was like that now.  At the name of Aslan each one of the children felt something jump in its inside.  Edmund felt a sensation of mysterious horror.  Peter felt suddenly brave and adventurous.  Susan felt as if some delicious smell or some delighthful strain of music had just floated by her.  And Lucy got the feeling you have when you wake up in the morning and realize that it is the beginning of the holidays or the beginning of summer. 

 two days.  one hour.  four minutes. 

Currently Watching Pride & Prejudice By Keira Knightley, Donald Sutherland, Brenda Blethyn, Matthew MacFadyen see related

i suppose if you wait long enough to update, something is bound to happen that is worthy of a post.  usually what that means is: me making a complete and utter fool of myself.

tonight, emily, jenny, sam and i went to see the long-expected movie, pride and prejudice. 

(and please allow me to say that it was wonderful.  brilliantly cast and performed, faithful to the book and, in general, very well done.  it would be stating the obvious to say that i opened the tear vaults.)

toward the end of the previews, i decided (in light of the empty coffee cup in my hand) that i did not want to miss any of the movie by using the restroom.  and since coffee goes right through me, i abruptly decided to make a quick visit to the ladies' room.  afraid to miss the beginning of my beloved movie, i hurried down the stairs and rounded the corner, sprinting toward the doors leading to the hall.  

i was happily thinking of what a quick lass i would be if i got back before the present preview was over, and catapulting toward the doors, but not considering what might be on the other side.  i did not expect the young fellow who was standing directly outside the door i chose (nor did he expect me), and when i flew into it, i was quite astounded to find it right back in my face with a pounding crash.  bewildered and feeling like i had been smashed on the left side of my face with a baseball bat, i stumbled through the doorway and whispered an "i'm sorry" to the surprised man on the other side, then dashed into the bathroom. 

but i was still in a hurry, so i did not bother to look in the mirror.  however, i did feel my eye with my hand once i was in the stall, only to find a monstrous horn growing below my left eyebrow.  how unfortunate. 

laughing so hard i could scarcely breathe, i made my way back to my row, but emily took one look at me and declared i had better get some ice.  of course, i did not want to miss any of my movie (that had been the whole purpose of the fatal sprint), so she had to drag me down to the concessions to fetch a plastic glove-full of ice. 

now i have a rather large black, blue and red hump above my eye and i have been told i look like sloth from "the goonies".  i feel like a dinosaur.

but pride and prejudice was beautiful.  they used my favorite line from the book.  ("will you give me leave to defer your raptures til i write again?  at present i have not room to do them justice.")

and i still wish to marry mr. darcy.   

Currently Watching The Marx Brothers Collection (A Night at The Opera/A Day at The Races/A Night in Casablanca/Room Service/At the Circus/Go West/The Big Store) see related

my internet is consistently inconsistent. 

this might contribute to my consistently inconsistent use of it. 

i hope when Jesus comes back for me, He is playing an electric guitar and singing "come sail away" while His band of angels rumbles the clouds with well-performed music.  is that weird?   

so here's a story: 
last weekend i went home for fall break and my father and i went to several thrift stores in tulsa.  at one of them i purchased an exciting-looking mug for fourty-eight cents (i would try to describe it, but it would take too long) and it looked and smelled fine.  i took it home, hand-washed and dish-washed it, then had two cups of coffee in it.  nothing seemed to be wrong. 
sunday morning, i filled it and followed my family to the car for church, having not yet taken a drink.  on the way out the door, jordan leaned over to sniff it, but he made a horrid face and motioned for me to keep walking.  i asked him what was wrong and he told me the mug smelled like grandpa.  (my grandfather lives on a farm with about twenty-trillion cats and dogs.)  of course, i thought he was exaggerating, so i took a wiff myself. 
as my father later put it, it smelled like a cat had peed in my coffee.  and it didn't get any better.  so i washed it with baking soda, lemon juice, salt, soap, and vinegar.  still, the stench remained.  so, for now the mug is sitting in our back yard, "airing out" until thanksgiving, and if that doesn't work, we will be forced to fire it in the kiln.  oh dear.  what to do with a cat-pee mug that almost looks cool enough to use with or without the pungent smell of death? 

happy reformation day.