I am an artist & teacher with a ❤ for visual expression, educational methodology, homesteading, & Jesus. My geek-love is The Joshua and we have three peanut-butters: Caleb, Jack, & Louritta.

Asparagus Pee

09/08/2003

I know this is a strange entry…and is perhaps a bit immodest. But, people have told me that their favorite part of my blog is my honesty. So…I’m being brutally honest. When you eat asparagus, your pee stinks. Okay, maybe not your pee, since only 50% of the population has the pleasure of this phenomenon. But mine does.
I like to make soups on Sundays and try out a new recipe every week. And I usually make a lot so I can eat it in my lunch throughout the week. Well, on Sunday, I chose to make Cream of Asparagus. It wasn’t the greatest tasting soup. But, that aside, I did realize that my urine had an interesting odor. I looked it up on google with the words “stinky asparagus pee” and got a whole bunch of interesting articles. You see, asparagus, in some people, breaks down into sulfur which makes the urine aroma…well…different. Try it. See if you experience the same thing or if you are one of the freaks who doesn’t get stinky pee. I dare you. Eat it raw, steam it, put cheese on it, make a creamy soup. It doesn’t matter, just try it. It’s an interesting experiment anyway. And no one dies in the process. And life is all about experiments where no one dies, right?

I Have This Head Thing

09/06/2003

It’s one of those ones where you can’t breathe and your nose is runny and your throat hurts so bad that swallowing is painful so you can only eat liquidy things like soup. And your brain is acting kind of foggy so when people talk to you you kind of look at them like, “What?” the whole time they are talking. And your body feels okay except tired and it wants a lot of sleep. But, mostly, you’re just worried about the pain in your throat and the headache from your runny sinus passages. So, benadryl and sore throat spray become your new best friends followed by kleenex and gargling with warm salt water. And sometimes you have to put lotion on the end of your nose because it hurts from being blown so much. And other people get sick of living in the same house with you because you can basically do nothing but make piles of dirty kleenexes on every table you walk near. I call it a head thing. And boy do I have it. It started out on Thursday as just a throat thing. Then Friday night it became a throat and fever thing. Then, by Friday morning it had turned into a full-blown head thing. Lurking and making my body its play thing. I have told it to leave. I think it’s going to leave soon, but I think it lost its shoes and is looking for them in my sinus passages and still wants to say goodbye to a few friends. Then it will leave. Hopefully by tomorrow or Monday morning at the latest. It has definitely worn out its welcome.

By the way…

09/02/2003

You absolutely have to see the movie American Splendor. It’s one of the best flicks I’ve seen in a long time. I won’t go on about it. Just take my word for it, get to a theater and watch it. Even if you have to drive 260 miles and look like a “neurd!”

Lessons from a Workaholic

09/02/2003

Well, today I did it. At about 5:00 I decided that I would not bring any work home with me tonight. So, I didn’t. And guess what has come of it? I finally caught the stupid eel in my Animal Crossing game! What a success! Sometimes I wish that I was achieving greater things. Things like finishing my big painting, finishing my book, perhaps writing a book… but I guess there’s also satisfaction in catching a rare fish on a video game. Oh, and to all of you who have been trying to catch an eel and haven’t — IN YOUR FACE!!!

Losing Hope???

08/31/2003

Well, Josh and I ripped my car apart, yet again, today to see if we could find my ring. It’s nowhere to be found in there. I had myself wedged places where no person should be in a car, dangling a little flashlight hoping to see a sparkle of gold. No such luck.
I have emptied all of my bags and gone through them three times. (Which is a very unlikely spot to begin with since they were zipped in my back seat. Didn’t know if my ring knew how to open up zippers and walk….) No such luck.
It’s definitely not in the school parking lot. I searched it multiple times. Josh searched it with me. A few teachers from school searched it. One teacher sent out a group of students to search. No such luck.
So, my hope lies in my students. Hoping that one of them picked it up and brought their new found treasure home and set it on their dresser. I’m going to draw a sketch of it and see if the school will publish it in their newsletter with a little ad. Then, beg and plead with all of my students to help me spot it somewhere. I am at the mercy of middle schoolers. Sigh.

Grievances of a Sad Sad Pathetically Sad Woman

08/29/2003

A bad title…that could really kill a blog.
A couple of days ago Josh called me at work to let me know that my blog was boring. He said that if I wanted to have an audience reading my blog that I needed to choose topics that were more “happy and funny” rather than depressing “my life is so sad” topics.
Then it dawned on me…I’ve always used journaling to basically ponder the more serious parts of life, a catharsis if you will. I also use it to record events that are going on. That worked for journaling just fine. The question is, should my blog be a journal? Do I have to keep an audience in mind? Or, can I just blab on and on and who cares if anyone is ever entertained by my blog (or ever reads it for that matter). Does it have to present great matters of discussion for people to ponder and discuss in the comments section? (I suppose I could just talk to Neal myself and get it over with).
Kevin will occasionally share feelings or going ons of his day, but is usually pondering some issue that regards how the church relates to society. Josh talks about a bunch of random stuff ranging from techie junk to ugly fish to ADD. And I talk about depressing things. Here, I’ll talk about depressing things now:
Top Ten Reasons Why My Week Sucked:
10. I realized that my blog was boring and depressing.
9. I fell asleep on the couch one day and woke up with my contact lenses stuck to my eyes in a horrible painful way.
8. Our dishwasher broke. Yeah. Tell me about it.
7. Henson keeps dropping his ball in the laundry basket, then freaking out because “Oh my gosh! I can’t reach my ball! The world is ending!!!!!”
6. My teacher cancelled my cello lesson because his work schedule changed.
5. My principal notified me that he got a $3,500.00 grant for our art program at school. Oh wait, that’s a good thing!
4. I don’t get paid until the end of September and am squeaking by until then.
3. I went to the doctor today and got diagnosed with a urinary tract infection (not fun, I don’t recommend getting one) which…
2. caused me to cancel the camping trip for this weekend that I’ve been planning for several weeks. It’s not in my best interest to be deep in our nation’s beautiful parks when I don’t have a lot of bladder control. (Josh will be happier where there is DSL anyway).
1. I lost my wedding ring somewhere between my car and the school parking lot. I ripped the car apart, searched the parking lot, notified the entire school, and sent out a gang of teenage detectives to help find it. No luck thus far.
There, wasn’t that exciting? Boring? Should my blog be more wacky? More philosophical? Should I shoot for a higher-thinking crowd or just go with the lowest common denominator? These are the questions I ponder late late at night when I awake for the seventh time to go to the bathroom.

Mind Blanks

08/25/2003

My mind has been blanking a lot lately. It seems that with school starting I’ve had a hard time thinking of anything else. Whenever I’m home or at the grocery store…I’m thinking about my classes and what I’m going to teach and how I’m going to teach it. I’m wondering what the best way to teach it is. I’m brainstorming ways I can make it better. And, I have to admit, though it is exciting…it is also very tiring. I want to be the best teacher I can be, but I also want to come home after work (without staying late) and do things that I enjoy without thinking about my classes.
I think that the development of new curriculum is making things a bit more complex. I’ve added two new classes this year and it’s rocking the boat a bit. Plus, I’m always trying to improve on what I taught previously…so I have the wheels turning there as well.
Until I learn to shut off the art-teacher-motor, I think I need to force myself to do other activities and stop thinking about my classes. Like practicing my cello. Like finishing Angela’s Ashes. Like just hanging out. I went swimming after work today…that’s a start, right?

First day of Cool

08/21/2003

Today was the first day of school at Hyde. Talk about craziness! Several things didn’t go as smoothly as planned. Students were given their second semester schedules. I was given ten classes instead of five. Students didn’t know where they were going.
Luckily, we have a really great staff that really pulls together to help out in situations like this. I think, considering the circumstances, the day went pretty darn well. Oh, and I ended up only having five classes…thank goodness!
I get to have two more classes this year: Art II and Crafts II. This is cool because it allows the curriculum to be expanded so students not only get to broaden their abilities, but I also get new challenges for teaching them.
Unfortunately, I have been completely exhausted this week. Yesterday I went to bed at 8:00 p.m., which is pretty darn early. But, I was up fine this morning, being extremely thankful that I got the rest I did.
Today was the first day of school. Tomorrow is the first day of cool. It’s when students finally know where they are supposed to go and start to pull together a bit more. So, maybe I’ll wear sunglasses tomorrow to show how extra cool I am.

Confessions from San Fran, a.k.a. “The City”

08/16/2003

First, I have a confession to make. Earlier, I posted that I would be starting a discussion on Angela’s Ashes soon. So, I’m actually only on page 50. *Steph hears Neal say “Grrrr.”* I got sidetracked reading books for seven year olds (the entire Judy Moody series, a good deal of Junie B. Jones, Pocahontas, The Stinky Cheese Man, etc). I also read a textbook on how to get children to love (and continue loving) to read. Fascinating stuff. That, and school is starting this week. I’m hoping to have it done by the end of Labor Day though. Josh and I are going for a camping trip then and there should be ample time for reading as we’re going to the far out crazy wilderness.
Josh and I saw Urinetown at the American Conservatory Theater on Tuesday. It’s one of the better musicals I’ve seen in a long time. Absolutely hilarious, stellar cast (with excellent vocal abilities), great music, and fabulous writing. One thing that I really appreciated about it is that it didn’t have a complete left-wing agenda. I thought so at first. It portrayed the head-honchos of a capitalist society as being greedy and making harsh decisions to benefit themselves (at the expense of those less fortunate). However, *spoiler – ending revealed ahead!!!* at the end, once the “less fortunate” had rioted and over taken the system, the town ran out of water and eventually killed off a bunch of people. Little Sally says to the Officer, “I don’t think people are going to want to see this musical.” To which he responds, “Don’t you think that people want to know that their way of life is unsustainable?” So, basically, it ended by saying that no one is perfect, we are all flawed, and society in general is doomed to be flawed no matter who is on top. Loved it. I’m so tired of people pointing to right-wing conservatives as being horrible people when, in reality, this musical’s message is more true to real life than most would admit.
Today, Brian Davenport (a fellow teacher at Hyde & friend), Josh, Mark Quinlan (fellow teacher & theater guru from MN), and I went to the Marc Chagall exhibit at the SFMOMA. Marc Chagall & Max Beckman have long been on the top of my favorite artist list, and it was awesome to see a huge collection of Chagall’s work side-by-side. The museum did an awesome job laying it out & the exhibit catalog was beautifully and thoughtfully done. The place was so crowded that I got a bit claustrophobic…but it was worth it. We had a discussion about the difference between someone who makes a few good paintings versus someone who pics an artistic direction and obsesses over it, making tons of work. Very often, people look at artists (such as Guston’s exhibit, also at the gallery) and think that their work sucks (my kid could do that!). But people fail to see two critical parts that put that artist over them…the artist’s journey taken to get to that type of artwork (such as Picasso’s journey from realism to abstract) and the artist’s obsessiveness over a given topic or style. These two things set apart the artists we see in museums from the rest of us. Granted, there are some exceptions, but I’ll not get into them here. Oh, and it was great to see Mark again. It makes me miss the Centennial Speech Team big time.
I was also informed today that I need to stop referring to San Francisco as “San Fran.” Apparently, the people who live there are somehow offended by the abbreviation. They “cringe” at it. So, I’m supposed to start calling it either San Francisco or “The City.” I may continue using San Fran because I figure, hey, that city offends me, why can’t I offend them? Just kidding. Oh, and it’s so like SF to want to refer to themselves as The City. As if they are the ultimate superemo always right best ever city. Kind of like “The Man,” except “The City.”
Teachers go back to school on Monday, students on Thursday. I’m so pumped. It’s been a long summer. Most people are very excited for the summer, but I tend to dread it. I just love teaching and it’s sometimes difficult to face life without students around. They are such a source of energy and joy for me. I will have new challenges this year as we are starting an Art II and Crafts II class this year. So, I have more curriculum to develop, which is mostly put together already. I’m excited for the venture! Oh, and we got air conditioning put in over the summer. Sweet!

Oh How My Heart Beats Wild

08/14/2003

Today I understood some things about motherhood that I haven’t connected with before. I’m not actually a mother (I guess I kind of am, but I haven’t ever met either of my children because they miscarried while I was pregnant). But, while being a nanny has it’s boring days, it also has it’s wonderful special days as well.
Today Alex and I came to my house where we made pudding pops and chicken soup, played with Henson, taped fake butterflies around the house for the cat to play with, read from Judy Moody Saves the World, watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, took Henson for a walk on an expedition to find a mail box in Japan Town, gave Henson and Five baths, painted our fingernails and toenails (and Henson’s toenails)…and so on. There is something so special about just hanging out with little people and doing things together. And talking about things. We had quite the discussion about mean people, the chicken/egg dilemma, what it means to be crazy, why people make Art, caring for animals, not liking school, not liking to read…that kind of stuff. Important stuff. It makes me feel reflective and wonderful and challenged.
The Rugrats in Paris movie (the Rugrats are now my second favorite cartoon, next to The Simpsons) recites a parenting poem that says:
Oh, how my heart beats wild
Every time I hold my child…
I guess that’s true of me, except I would say, “Every time I hold a child.” I want to be a mother, yes, in due time. But I think there is something about me, about the way that I’m made, that I just love kids. I love their spirit. Their creativity. Their curiosity. That’s why I wanted to be a teacher…I didn’t want to work completely with adults, they would get on my nerves after awhile (no offense to all of the adults reading this). I love to challenge kids. I love to be there consistently for them (which is why it killed me to stop coaching the speech team in MN). I love to help them develop discipline and patience. I just love them in general. I know, everyone “loves” kids, but not everyone loves to be around them almost all the time. I used to choose to hang out with my neighbor kids over my friends in school like once a week because we always had a blast together (they still haven’t figured out my all time best hide-and-seek hiding place — Ha!).
So…I guess that’s it. I guess I just wanted to express this part of myself since I seem to have some kind of words to go with the feeling today. I’d love to hear about your passions. Click on the comments button below (don’t be shy! Even if I don’t know you!) and just share something about yourself that you feel like you’re alive to do. Something you feel like you were made for. You don’t have to go all in depth or be mushy about it or anything, it’s just cool to see what burdens God places on peoples’ hearts, how he develops them, and how he blesses us repeatedly through them.

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