This week I watched a movie called Stranger than Fiction. Though Will Ferrell is the main character, it is not a typical Will Ferrell movie. I actually liked it. After it was over, my friend asked me the point of the movie (he had after all watched the movie when he was supposed to be doing his homework and I think the guilt was catching up with him ). I actually found something I think I can relate to in the movie. There’s a point where he know that he’s going to die and he asks Dustin Hoffman (an English Professor) what he should do with his life. He tells him to just live it as he has always wanted, to become what he has dreamed of. Now, the movie isn’t incredibly profound, but I felt a little like I could relate to Harold’s quest: To leave the easy scheduled routine behind and to have the courage to live my dreams. I am still finding my dreams, but there are the moments when I feel like I have begun to catch hold of them. Right now this includes searching out the possibilities of moving out to DC in April. And so far, it feels like it might just work out.
I like this scene with guitars because it’s often how I feel about making decisions… Still searching, but I think I'll know when I finally find the right one.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Root Canal
If we were living in the 1800s, the lady who cleaned my teeth this morning would be dead or childless, and I would have a lot less teeth, which all be crooked. I don't cry often, at least out loud, but last night my toothache, which apparently started in the roots (which are currently non existent) of my #19 tooth and extended up the side of my face to a very concentrated spot near my temple. I'm not sure how to describe that intense pain except to say, I pretty sure breaking my arm (anyone of the 3 times I did) hurt less than that. But that was a long time ago, and I can't really remember. Anyway, when I finally made it to the dentist this morning I felt grateful that their procedures include more than giving me some alcohol and pulling out the dying tooth (although after my orajel experience I have begun to appreciate the medicinal benefits of alcohol). As I'm sitting there in the chair and the hygienist lady was trying to make conversation while all I can say is yes or no. I bring up the fact my sister in law is expecting and wants to the whole natural childbirth thing and then she's telling me about her children would have died if she wasn't in the hospital when they were born. So that's where this entry started.
Of course while I'm talking about dentists I have to insert the classic Bill Cosby dentist experience
Try explaining to the dentist whether or not people in China can get baptized while you can't even move your tongue and have some odd blue plastic square thing covering your mouth that he somehow inserted with odd pliers. It's impossible. really.
Of course while I'm talking about dentists I have to insert the classic Bill Cosby dentist experience
Try explaining to the dentist whether or not people in China can get baptized while you can't even move your tongue and have some odd blue plastic square thing covering your mouth that he somehow inserted with odd pliers. It's impossible. really.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Random thoughts this week
Things that have amused me or I feel like commenting on today:
Playing chat wars with my sister... pretending to be someone else on facebook chat is kind of fun, especially when they figure it out.
Dippin' dots are very odd for ice cream...I mean it looks likes something I could have made out of playdough when I was five. They taste better melted.
The other day I started to be grateful for the car wash mother nature gave me (I love rain) and then realized it was her fault my car is dirty most of the time anyway.
I heard this amazing song live on the radio, but still have no idea how to ever hear it again. But considering how most amazing songs just become good songs when over played I may just live with the memory of how perfect that song was.
My new realization of how often people end their sentences with prepositions without even realizing that some rule I didn't realized existed for most my life makes those sentences grammatically ridiculous.
Others perspectives of our weakness seem to me more useful for promoting change than my own self consciousness.
I am very proud of the fact that for the last 1 1/2 months I have not lost my keys. Not even for a few hours. Though I am very grateful that technology has progressed enough to allow the nice guys in white suits at the temple to look up my temple recommend on the computer when I forget it.
Playing chat wars with my sister... pretending to be someone else on facebook chat is kind of fun, especially when they figure it out.
Dippin' dots are very odd for ice cream...I mean it looks likes something I could have made out of playdough when I was five. They taste better melted.
The other day I started to be grateful for the car wash mother nature gave me (I love rain) and then realized it was her fault my car is dirty most of the time anyway.
I heard this amazing song live on the radio, but still have no idea how to ever hear it again. But considering how most amazing songs just become good songs when over played I may just live with the memory of how perfect that song was.
My new realization of how often people end their sentences with prepositions without even realizing that some rule I didn't realized existed for most my life makes those sentences grammatically ridiculous.
Others perspectives of our weakness seem to me more useful for promoting change than my own self consciousness.
I am very proud of the fact that for the last 1 1/2 months I have not lost my keys. Not even for a few hours. Though I am very grateful that technology has progressed enough to allow the nice guys in white suits at the temple to look up my temple recommend on the computer when I forget it.
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