March 31, 2004
Finger Lickin' Good
I have an odd superpower. My ability to smell fried foods from miles away is super-amazing. This superpower has developed since I reached my goal weight of 130 lbs. in August of 2001 and was discovered while I was in Southern California with my mom and brother.
We were happily strolling along the paths in Disneyland when suddenly, after taking a deep breath, I smelled something really wonderful. I just knew, that some kind of fried dough product had to be nearbye. Funnel Cakes. My sniffer revealed funnel cakes were nearby. Since then I can smell fried foods from a distance.
One of the foods that I really have to limit (note limit not avoid) are fried foods. When I was overweight I would, believe me, eat some form of fast food (Usually a Wendy's Spicy Chicken Sandwich, Biggie Sized with a Mr. Pibb) every day. I limit them now, because I know they were my ultimate downfall. Sure I love sweets, but fried foods were what I loved. Still do.
While I was on my lunchtime walk - after passing and noticing for the first time that around 36th South and State Street there is a store called Pet Caskets, Etc., very cool little pet sized caskets and urns - I could smell it. The wonderful fried foods from various fast food establishments on one of the main streets in Salt Lake. Harmons KFC (The first KFC ever) must have been frying up a batch of chicken that would have made the colonel proud. I stopped for a moment, closed my eyes, and took a deep, meditative breath. Ahhhhh. The fact that I could stand there, sniff and continue on my walk without splurging is both satisfying and sad. This weekend - I tell you - I will have a small sized batch of french fries and I will savor every moment, every bite, every sensation.
By the way, I ended up eating stir-fry with rice and black bean sauce last night. Very tasty.
Posted by Sarah at 12:52 PM | Comments (0)
March 30, 2004
My tumbly is grumbly...
I can't decide what I want to have for dinner tonight. I was thinking, maybe, catfish - but I eat that a lot. I had chicken last night. Hmmmm...salmon, maybe. Don't you just hate it when you have all these options but you can't quite decide what you want. Everything, either sounds really good, or not good enough.
I'm kind of craving some comfort food. Mashed potatoes sound good. I could just sit myself down with a big bowl 'o' mashed taters and gravy. Then again, veggie stir-fry sounds nummy, with rice and thai basil...mmmmm.
See what happens when I start signing up for cooking classes...I can't get food off the brain.
Hey, I forgot to mention, I've been Soda Sober for two whole days now! That's good considering I was consuming up to 2 liters of diet soda a day. Sure, it's diet, but it was making me feel icky. Today, I've had coffee, water and some iced tea (fresh brewed.) I'm thinking tonight I might make up a batch of homemade lemonade.
I love it when the weather gets warm and I can make fresh, homemade lemonade. Mmmmm.
Ok, no more food talk, my tummy is getting grumblier.
Posted by Sarah at 03:50 PM | Comments (2)
Molto, Sarah!
I am now a student at Sur La Table!! Yee-haw. I signed up for a class entitled A Northern Italian Feast. I will be learning to cook an authentic meal, from executive chef Will Pliler, of New Yorker, using fundamental Italian techniques and classic ingredients. I'll gain new skills in regional Italian cooking, including braising (which I already do now, especially with chicken) and making panna cotta. The menu:
Tuscan Bread Soup, Asparagus Gratinee with Gorgonzola (mmmm...cheese,) Fillet of Beef Braised in Chianti, Vanilla Bean Panna Cotta with Balsalmic-Marinated Strawberries.
No more Olive Garden cuisine for me. Mrs. Rose Tonte' (A very good old-lady friend of mine from church) would be proud.
Posted by Sarah at 02:43 PM | Comments (1)
He who controls the Spice, controls the universe!
The Mayans have a word, Huuyub, meaning 'to draw breath with a puckered mouth after eating chilies'. I learned this from a professor, Dr. Henry Ibarguen, who is from Mexico. I'll admit, I love chilies. I love drawing a breath with a puckered mouth after exposing myself to some capsaicin. I've even been known to make my own muscle pain reliever from ground chilies and unscented lotion. (CAUTION: If you do this wear rubber gloves when applying to the sore muscle.)
As I was lying in bed, talking on the phone to my dear friend, Shera, I brought up the fact that I felt life was missing something. Spice. Currently, I seem to have misplaced the salt and pepper shaker of my life. Shera made a comment that disturbed me to some extent and has made me rethink many things in the short 12 hours since I last spoke to her.
I asked her if felt that life was missing some spice. She replied that life, for the most part, is always going to be boring. She just ignores it and enjoys the moments that aren't. Primarily when she's traveling.
I was shocked. Sure, I tried to explain; life is going to have its boring moments. But that is all they should be, moments. I know for a certain that I do not want my life to be a serious of enjoyable intervals separated by boring days, months or years. I want my life to be spicy, with an occasional sip of milk to calm down the spice. I want to go through life drawing breath through puckered lips from the spice of what I'm experiencing.
Needless to say, the conversation dwindled from there. I've known Shera since fourth grade. I never knew her view on the spice of life until last night and it befuddles me a bit...actually, no, it downright makes me angry to think that she thinks of life like that.
Anger does a few things to me. After the initial upset, I become stubborn. I am determined to make sure that my life is now full of spice. I'm going to shake things up.
1. I will take a class in a subject that interests me. For example, I keep saying I need to take a class from Sur La Table.... I will sign up for one.
2. I will of course continue to add spice to life through reading, travel and being active (physically, mentally and spiritually.)
3. I will seek to expand my circle of friends to those who don't believe that life is meant to be boring with a few exciting moments.
And I will start right now.
Posted by Sarah at 08:23 AM | Comments (2)
March 29, 2004
35 minutes and counting
Oh, I might hate my job but I am thankful I am not an administrator.
There is far too much drama in this office.
'Nuff said.
Posted by Sarah at 04:16 PM | Comments (1)
One hour and 45 minutes to go...
Typing is fun. Mindless. Zen. Zen and the Art of Policy and Procedure Manual Typing. It is simple really, you just zone out and type. Ahhhh....feel relaxed? Good, neither do I. Typing is really only fun if you're doing it to amuse yourself or others.
My boredom at work has reached a peak. I actually considered xeroxing my face and other random body parts while the office was empty a few minutes ago. I've never xeroxed myself. I think it is certainly something everyone must do at least once in their life.
Random thought, which I would like opinions on:
In a boy likes girl, girl likes boy situation when said boy and girl are working in the same office...should girl make next move or should girl wait for boy to make next move. What if girl is tired of waiting for boy to make next move, should girl take the initiative? Girl does not want to seem too forward and girl is pretty "old-fashioned," so taking the iniative, with boys, is a bit out of girls comfort zone.
Questions, comments?
Posted by Sarah at 03:09 PM | Comments (1)
Weekend...far too short...
I need at least one more day added to my weekend. It's too short to get any real work done.
I did get my federal taxes ready to go. I tried to do my state taxes this morning and figured my brain needs at least a week to recover from the federal. Working two jobs as a "contracted" employee really screws things up.
Need...vacation...brain ready to implode from too much stimulation.
Posted by Sarah at 09:38 AM | Comments (0)
March 26, 2004
Yet another reason to why I feel so blessed.
I was going to write a discourse on commuting, since I spent an hour in traffic yesterday and it really annoyed the hell out of me. But this morning I received a reply to an email I sent to a former high school teacher who also taught me one class at Weber State University. These kinds of relationships are what make me feel blessed.
>>Sarah:
Hard times. I'm very sorry. As I assume you've not yet met with the Grad adviser in the English Dept. at the U., I hope that nothing I say has already been contradicted. But let me babble a bit.
Though it will help little to read this, the U has arrogance about admitting Weber State students. Several of my colleagues at WSU have commented on this. True, I have no quantitative proof, so take it for what it's worth. The English Dept. at the U. has an additional bias towards bringing students from outside the state. The fact that the American Studies Dept. falls under the jurisdiction of the English Dept. also more than hints at its literary slant. That you came out of the History Dept. at WSU adds up to several strikes.
USU has no such bias. I spoke with Kathyrn MacKay about their American Studies Dept., and though she knew it better years ago, she still has heard very good things about it. Have you considered applying there? True, Logan will never be SLC, but it is nearby and it is an in-state program. That has the advantage of being closer to those you love and much cheaper than most programs. I'm sure Kathryn would be delighted to discuss it with you, and Susan Matt has a good friend who teaches in the Dept at USU, so you might want to contact her as well.
You mentioned a passing interest in perhaps teaching on the secondary level. If you could find the patience to realize that they are NOT grad students, you might come to love high school kids. What of investigating that path, while you ponder grad school? It would give you the sense that you are staying connected to a university program and not merely working to pay bills. And, yes, I'm also certain that you could make history come alive! You need only find the right situation.
As for the writing, no degree's necessary for that. Write!!
I'm sorry that the rejection has battered your self-image. For what it's worth, I can relate. Still, any path is just a path. Find another and focus that marvelous intelligence and energy on it. If I can help with that, let me know. Just remember that Sisyphus remains one of my heroes.....
Please give Shera a hug and a pep talk from me, and let me hear/read from you soon, so I can learn how you are.
Love,
Jay>>
He is a great mentor. The mention of Sisyphus brought tears to my eyes - as jay taught me about him in the first class I really cared about in high school...Existentialism and Absurdism (An English Elective.) Albert Camus, a famous existential writer, wrote an essay entitled The Myth of Sisyphus. Basically, Sisyphus - an ancient king - pissed the Gods off. To punish him they gave him the task of rolling a huge boulder up a very large, steep hill, only to have it roll back to the bottom again once he has neared the top. Camus writes, "But Sisyphus teaches the higher fidelity that negates the gods and raises rocks. He too concludes that all is well. This universe henceforth without a master seems to him neither sterile nor futile. Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy. " To "scorn" the Gods, Sisyphus takes pride in his task and continuously rolls the boulder up the hill.
It is truly a beautiful myth. One that makes me realize, once again, that I am in more control than I previously thought.
Posted by Sarah at 08:00 AM | Comments (1)
March 25, 2004
Feta
I went to a local organic food store called Wild Oats for lunch today. I wandered around thinking...what the hell do I want for lunch? It's sunny with a light breeze, I needed a springy lunch. They had some really yummy looking fruit salad mixture...you know - grapes, strawberries, peaches, pineapple and melons of various sorts in their salad bar. They also had some feta cheese. I thought...hmm..that could be an interesting combination. Surprise, feta tastes good with fruit. Cheese, its a gift from the gods.
Posted by Sarah at 01:23 PM | Comments (1)
I deal with the goddamn customers so the engineers don't have to! I have people skills! I am good at dealing with people! Can't you understand that? WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Ahhhh, yes, its going to be a long, boring day at the desk. I'm armed with coffee, music and a policy and procedure manual that rivals the entire collection of the encyclopedia britannica in length. Yes. It's going to be a long day.
But at least I slept last night. Sleep is good, especially after many nights of not sleeping. I don't know what did it but I think the Reiki that kam smooshed me with might have had a big part in it. I woke up so darn refreshed this morning I popped right out of bed and onto the stationary bike. Yee-haw.
I've also written two whole sentences of my book in progress. Two whole sentences is a lot considering I barely have time to read right now. I read while I eat. That's one of the few times I can get book time in. The other time is commuting to work, when I commute with my mother. And then I have to deal with carsickness.
Reading is a feast for me. I splurge on it as often as possible. Books. Mmmm....they should bottle old book smell.
Posted by Sarah at 09:03 AM | Comments (4)
March 24, 2004
Mmmmm.....mustard.
You know what sounds really good right now.
A hot dog with mustard, onions and a pickle.
Too bad there's no professional baseball team around here. I bet I could get a killer hot dog.
I have no idea where this craving came from. All of a sudden, I just wanted a hot dog.
Posted by Sarah at 02:07 PM | Comments (0)
Wow, if I got my head stuck in your fence I'd never want to play at your house again.
"A Message Gone Awry," by Gerald Locklin, from The Life Force Poems (Water Row Press).
i overhear a man about my age say
"if not now, when?"
i wonder if he heard that first,
as i did, from peter marin,
with whom i taught at l.a. state
in 1964-65. he was right, of course,
some people postpone living in an endless
preparation for a life that leaks its fuel before it
fires from its launching pad.
prufrock, for instance, and john marcher.
newman's idea of a university:
make it as close to life as possible;
you only learn to live by living.
still, all ideas go too far: the wise youth
does defer a few things while arming
himself for the fray, takes his
lessons gradually, doesn't take foolhardy
risks, doesn't strike out to do battle
with or tame the sharks until he's
learned to swim. we inner-directed children of the
cautious 50's needed to be urged
to act, but all too many of the
very young have perished in the decades since,
impetuously, and from acting far beyond
their age, or any age.
I like poems. They make me happy.
Posted by Sarah at 08:28 AM | Comments (0)
March 23, 2004
Glittery Magic
So far this afternoon I rescued a pup and reunited him with his family and crossed off everything on my "Work To Do" list.
Now all I need is a sexy man servant to fetch me a diet Dr. Pepper and all will be well.
Posted by Sarah at 03:29 PM | Comments (1)
I swear I didn't try to rig this one...
Thanks to Jodi for this lil' quizlette.
Postatem obscuri lateris nescitis.
"You do not know the power of the Dark
Side." There are two possibilities: you
are a Star Wars geek, or you are unreasoningly
scary.
Which Weird Latin Phrase Are You?
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I am a Star Wars Geek. I can't help it, but I can also be very scary.
Grrrr.
Posted by Sarah at 01:12 PM | Comments (3)
If you want to have real impact, be deadly but silent.
Has anyone read The Art of War? I want to say my title this morning is from Sun Tzu but I can't guarantee that since I've never read The Art of War. It's a great saying. If you think about some of the great leaders in the world. They weren't necessarily silent all the time - but they knew when to speak, when to act and exactly what words or actions needed to be used.
That's my strategy for today. There's some funky shit going on in the office today and I don't feel like playing any petty games. So I will be silent, but deadly. And can I just mention, that even tho' a little nepotism got me my job, I still do my job and it's not exactly wise to complain to the bosses daughter about stuff instead of going directly to the boss in the first place. Leave me out of it - I'm just the receptionist. I just nod my head and say "You need to tell that to Susan."
I'm really fed up with the crap that's going on in the Middle East. Particularly in Israel. I don't condone violence - but at the same time I have a hard time not being sympathetic with Palestinian's. They're being segregated, violated, expelled, imprisoned, killed; I could go on, for land, not for security. We cannot say as American's that if we were suddenly invaded and occupied by Canada, Mexico or insert other random nation here, we wouldn't have our men and women fighting to the death to protect their land, their rights and their lives. Escalation will only lead to more death, destruction and sorrow. Unfortunately it is a deadly cycle that will be difficult to stop until the world realizes that these events are harmful to everyone. I really must insist that everyone try and read Blood Brothers by Father Elias Chacour and visit www.m-e-c-.org.
It's always good to expand your horizons.
Posted by Sarah at 09:36 AM | Comments (0)
March 22, 2004
Lobster.
I love my friends, especially when they send me random emails like this:
"I'm so hungry does anybody want to eat lobster right now? I didn't feel good
this morning so I havent eaten anything yet today, but lobster sounds pretty
good. God bless the lobster!!!"
Ahh, to feel ill and still want to eat lobster. Talk about Iron Stomach.
Posted by Sarah at 02:36 PM | Comments (1)
Gasp!
Howard Zinn will be speaking at Westminster College in Salt Lake City on April 6, 2004. Color me happy.
And I really must find a way to get off diet soda and detox. The sweetness is starting to make me sick.
Posted by Sarah at 10:01 AM | Comments (0)
Can I get Bleu Cheese with that?
Salad days, noun: A time of youthful inexperience, innocence, or indiscretion.
I miss my salad days. My dear friends and I were reminiscing this weekend of how we miss our "high school era" days of summer. You know those days. The one's where you sit out on a front lawn in the early evening with a Baskin Robbins Iced Mocha-thing and watch for UFO's. Ok, maybe you didn't do that but we did.
Friday I sent in an application to the Utah State Board of Education for Alternative Routes to Teacher Licensure. I figure at least through teaching high school I can be surrounded by education and subjects I love. Plus, I just have a sense that I can make history interesting. It needs to be interesting.
Other than that I'm living a pretty boring existence right now.
I walked to Sam's Club yesterday. It took 50 minutes. It is about 4 miles away from my house.
And I had a really good Mozzarella and Tomato sandwich with Pesto on Foccacia on Saturday before going to see Taking Lives, which was predictable but entertaining. That was my weekend. The best part was the sandwich.
Posted by Sarah at 08:45 AM | Comments (3)
March 19, 2004
Garrison Keillor Rocks My World
I'm signed up for email's from The Prairie Home Companion and The Writer's Almanac. Well...this was the poem that was sent this morning in The Writer's Almanac:
Poem: "The Bath," by Russell Edson, from The Tormented Mirror (University of Pittsburgh Press).
The Bath
A man was taking a bath in a tub of turkey gravy; floating a rubber duck to while away eternity. Eating mashed potatoes, dipping forkfuls in his bath . . .
It was gorgeous, the whole thing, he thought, me in soak with a duck, having mashed potatoes and gravy, while out there a whole crazy world . . .
I want to take a bath in mashed potatoes and turkey gravy. Yum.
Posted by Sarah at 07:49 AM | Comments (2)
Administrative Policies
I had yet another night of insomnia. My insomnia is weird. For instance, last night I went to bed around 10:30pm. I woke up every few hours and was able to fall asleep rather well each time until 3:00am. I have a television in my room so I turned it on and watched the weather channel. The Wasatch Front is currently experiencing very nice, warm and sunny weather. Yay. I then channel surfed until 4:30am and then decided to get out of bed. I figured since I'm leaving work early today to go to a doctor's appointment then I'd get to work early and get my full eight hours in. Today I'm starting a massive project. Today I get to start retyping the entire LifePath Hospice & Family Care Policy & Procedure Manual. I don't know how many pages it actually is but to give you an idea it is exactly TWO INCHES THICK!!! It is going to be a loooooooooooong eight hours.
Bonus. Rufus Wainwright is currently playing on my itunes selection. His voice makes me happy.
Dominic Monaghan visited me in my dreams last night. You know who he is, I promise. He played Merry in Lord of the Rings. He's quite a hottie. I was on a cruise with him. I've never been on a cruise. I wonder what that means. Perhaps I need a vacation. I am going to Ireland in exactly 30 days.
Actually, my mom and I are going. It was my Christmas present to her. We're doing a "Go As You Please" Tour. My mom is determined to find a city called Damerville. Family legend has it that's where our family lived. I'm just going for the Guinness.
On the way we have a full day in New York City. I've convinced my mom that we simply must go to Les Halles. Anthony Bourdain is the chef and I'm obsessed with him - or at least his dry sense of humor and amusing writing. He's convinced me to expand my culinary adventures.
I guess I should start to work. Slacking only gets you so far in this world.
Posted by Sarah at 07:17 AM | Comments (1)
March 18, 2004
Thinking about boys.
The boy I kind of think I might like is in Russia right now. I'm quite taken with Russian History since 1917. He said he'd bring me back a lil' something. The weird thing is I've been craving one of those big old bushy hats they all wear in Russia. It would be really cool to have one of those.
Posted by Sarah at 03:13 PM | Comments (1)
Al-Buraq Wall
I searched everywhere on the net for the Arabic word for wall. Apparently there is not an Arabic word for wall. The Al-Buraq Wall or "Wailing Wall" is located in Jerusalem at the Temple Mount. It is a place I long to see for many reasons. I love Middle Eastern culture and history. The more I hear and read about the many violent and remarkably inhuman things going on in Israel, Iraq and other countries I want to wail.
There is a book I recently read called The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. In it a character builds her own Wailing Wall because she simply cannot process the sorrow she sees in the world. She is so overcome by the tragedies that touch other people, she takes them on as her own. I'm a lot like this. If other people are hurting or being hurt I often take on that energy. I don't know why, if it’s something psychological or something deeper. All I know is that sometimes I feel so overwhelmed by what I see or hear that I need a place to bury my fears and my sadness. I need my own wailing wall where I can write my prayers and squeeze them between tightly constructed stones.
I look at my friends, my family and the various "teachers" that have been in my life and I wonder if we could ever make a difference. I guess the only way is to try. Father Elias Chacour is a Palestinian Christian who has dealt first hand with much of the violence and hatred being cultivated by Israel. I was thinking about him this morning after watching the news, I said a short prayer in the hopes that he can make a difference.
Ok, now that I have my melancholy-ness out of the way....I've been told that I'm nesting.
Yeah.
Whatever.
Just because I like to read magazines like Better Homes & Gardens and Metropolitan Home and yes Martha Stewart Living does not mean I'm nesting. It just means I dream of having a nice home. Is that nesting? I think not. If I was nesting wouldn't I be saying, "Oh, that's such a nice color, it would be perfect for a nursery." Yes? I am not nesting. I am simply exploring home and garden "fashions."
I also found a new restaurant in Ogden that I want to try. The website amuses me simply for the background music they play. The pictures have some pretty adorable fishy illustrations. I like places like that. It makes me smile.
Two-Bit (25th) Street in Ogden is really cool. Ogden was a train town. 25th Street the hub. Union Station is at one end and then going east from the main entrance is 25th Street. This is where all the prostitutes and liquor and gambling took place before the LDS church really started taking over. There are even tunnels running underneath the street that I have been introduced to via a tour from the Weber State University History Department. I am proud of this street. Proud because Ogdenites have really made an effort to start preserving downtown Ogden history. The Farmer's Market will be starting up again soon and I cannot wait to spend my Saturday morning's wandering around, buying HUGE bouquets of fresh flowers from my former high school art teacher, fresh breads, fruits and vegetables, listening to live music and sipping really good fresh brewed coffee. Oh and I cannot forget wearing my very oversized large brim straw hat. I love that thing.
Final note. I'm re-doing my resume. That's always fun
.
Posted by Sarah at 11:47 AM | Comments (3)
March 17, 2004
Top of the mornin' to ya.
Ok, I know it looks like I might be wandering around a marketplace in Mexico, I'm not. That is me, in May 2001, after one very large fruity alcoholic beverage in the Mexico pavillion at Epcot. I love Walt Disney World, it is a place where I feel comforted and as if I am totally reconnecting with the child at heart that I really want to be. Yesterday, my Ultimate Fan Video arrived in Orlando. I overnighted a five minute video discussing why I should be "cast" for a Travel Channel special on Walt Disney World. I really hope they pick me because I could use a serious Disney-fun IV solution right now.
I'm attempting to do several things all at once and I think I need to take a step back, take a deep breathe and refocus. Or I need to write a list. I'm such a list person. If I have a list I feel organized. So here's what I need to do:
1. Work Stuff (i.e. boring stuff) - update phone lists for meeting tonight, file, clean filing cabinet out.
2. Read/Research - my book idea.
3. Read/Researh - my top secret idea that will help me rule the world. Alright, maybe not rule the world but at least enjoy it a little more.
I guess I need to stop slacking and to working. I have plenty of time to slack later.
Oh and have a very happy Saint Patty's Day.
**1:22pm MST** I really need to stop buying books. I have no room left for them.
Posted by Sarah at 08:18 AM | Comments (1)
March 16, 2004
Our Fun Word of the Day is...
Noodles.
The first certain record of noodles cooked by boiling is in the Jerusalem Talmud, written in Aramaic in the 5th century AD. The word used for the noodles was itriyah. In Arabic references this word stands for the dried noodles purchased from a vendor, rather than homemade noodles which would have been fresh. Dried noodles are portable, while fresh must be eaten immediately. More than likely, pasta was introduced during the Arab conquests of Sicily, carried in as a dry staple. The Arab geographer, Al Idrisi wrote that a flour-based product in the shape of strings was produced in Palermo, then an Arab colony.
For more info on the history of noodles check out Pasta History.
In other news today, I've got a mighty bad case of Spring Fever. I have no desire to be inside, slaving over a keyboard, when I could be outside working up a nice sunburn. I'd love to play hookie from work, unfortunately with my upcoming trip to Ireland I need money. Money is good, you need it to buy things for people you love.
**4:06 MST**
Mmmmm....12 ounce Kiwi-Strawberry Crystal Light Slurpee.....good. Ahhh. I needed that.
Posted by Sarah at 09:05 AM | Comments (2)
March 15, 2004
Inspiration.....
I'm definitely a person who loves to be innovative and creative. I have to have a purpose in my life, more than just waking up every morning to answer phones and file. I'm still a little sad about not being accepted to Graduate School. Being a student, constantly learning, is an important part of my life. I love to learn. I'll admit I am terrified at the thought of loosing my chances to learn.
But then, I know in my heart that there are more ways to learn than just through classes. Look at Abraham Lincoln. He taught himself law, sure he ended up assassinated, but the man had moxie....he also had, or so I've read, a sense of humor. I look at one person, who has made a great deal of difference in my life, despite the fact that I have never met him but have experienced his creations. Walt Disney. Driving home from work with my mother on Friday she asked me to name three "mentors," living or dead. I named Jay Hart, a teacher from high school and college. My second choice was Father Elias Chacour, a Palestinian Christian who is working for peace in the Middle East. My third choice was Walt Disney. My mom turned to me and asked, "How many times did Walt Disney fail before he made his dreams come true?"
When she asked that, I sniffled...."Tons.", was my reply.
So I will continue to learn. But this learning will be my own design. I will start to write my first book. And I will start working on an idea that I have had for some time now.
This idea has been with me for awhile. It is one that actually woke me up yesterday morning and said...."Write me down now or I will never let you sleep again." So the basics are down and I am looking forward to the trip.
I really, really need to say Thank You to the Ubers and my friends and family. You all made me feel very grateful to be who I am, where I am at this moment. I love you.
*Raises her diet Pepsi* To our Futures. Cheers.
Posted by Sarah at 10:22 AM | Comments (1)
March 12, 2004
Excuse me while I get a tissue...
Hello,
I'm Sarah.
This is my brain. Exposed for all to see. My quirks, my qualms and everything in between. I'm hoping that by blogging I'll be able to ease a bit of my boredom, expand my horizons and find ways to write as I wish, when I wish, about what I wish to write about.
It will, likely, take me a few days to find my way around but I hope to have Brain Booger fully functional by this time next week. I hope you enjoy my random ramblings. They are essential to my well-being.
4:00 PM Mountain Standard Time....
Now I really need a tissue. The University of Utah American Studies Graduate Program regrets to inform me that they didn't want me.
*sniffle*
Posted by Sarah at 10:01 AM | Comments (7)