French Women Don't Get Fat

So, I've decided that one of the best ways for me to remember books that I have read is to write a short blog about them. Recently, I have ACTUALLY finished two books completely, which is rather an accomplishment for me. There are a few books around that I have been reading for 2 years or more...and I want to finish them but I either find them dense and need to process little by little, or they are more of the devotional type, or more likely, I become distracted by another "more interesting topic/book".

I think this blog might be hard to write with the music that I am listening to - "I guess I'll forget the sound, I guess, I guess" by Bodies of Water. I found their music on emusic.com, with whom(?) I have a monthly subscription, which I try to remember to shut down every month...not because I don't like the service...but do I really need the equivalent of 2-3 CDs new every month? And I could use that $10 for something else...but I always forget.

So, back to my book. French Women Don't Get Fat. Particularly like American women do.

Well, so I actually liked the book - it was like Peter Mayle meet pastoralist writer with recipes included. It was like having a sophisticated french auntie to guide you along...knowing your foibles and distaste of exercise. While I would like to use some of the recipes and I wish to God that I could enjoy her mother's farm and food, the book actually offered a lot of grace for individuals like me who are not particularly driven in the athletic department, preferring champagne and good food to strenuous exercise. However, the implemention of regular gentle everyday type of exercise is a little more complicated to achieve, as well is the time to cook nutritious food.

Oh well...maybe I can live a slower life some day...for the moment, I can enjoy my water.

Where has the time gone?

Surprisingly enough, it has been over a month since I posted an entry. A lot has been going on-new boyfriend, Pentecost 2007 , Sarah's birthday at the beach (YAY!), the demolition of my kitchen. I should take pics everyday of the progress, so we can see how far we've come.

I've also found a place to live-or at least I think I have. I told the girls that I would confirm the room by the end of week, and I told them yesterday...one day late...will that matter? I'me glad to have that settled and I am looking forward to being in the house, but I wish that I did not have to wait until September. It will give me some time before they move to Indiana. My bro is going to South Carolina.

I alo painted a LOT of poles and I have to be so thankful for my friends-they really stuck through it with me and helped.

I don't have much to say right now...just rambling.

Too busy to blog??

If I have been too busy to blog, what have I been doing? Well, I've been out of the house more this week courtesy of a few friends (Thank you! love B'more at night!) and I have discovered facebook. Facebook allows me to connect with a large amount of people (people I actually know...not freaky strangers...although they might be lovely people...I really don't know) with minimal effort. It started like this, I get an invite from Tamsin (Gresswell) Woodbridge, whom I went to 6th form with in England for a year. We only had math together, as well as outdoor rec activities. We were tight back then and I saw her when I was in England back in 2005. So, I just get this innocent little e-mail asking me to join facebook and I think, why not, I created a myspace account but really didn't do too much with it.

This one is taking over my life! I get home at night and check out what is going on. Respond to messages in my inbox, look for more of my friends on my other friends' pages. I've reconnected with all of these people all over the world. Craziness.

So, that is partly why I have not been blogging as much. I've also been working out things a little more audibly with other people, which I think in the long run might be slightly healther. Of course, I still talk to myself, as one of my co-workers likes to remind me (he sits in an office close by, when he is at the office). But, I have found comfort in this article (do read, it is just a little amusing) in Christian Singles Newsletter. I hope you laugh like I did...or you laugh at me, either way, it is ok. We all have little things going on in our heads...that sometimes spill over and out of our mouths. Hopefully not things we meant to keep in, but that's ok. Grace abounds....

No time to blog

Gotta run pack my bags for my weekend up at Houghton! Woohoo!

Ode to the guitar

Oh, fragile thing of wood and string
Melodies resonate from the touch of the metal by the flesh
fragile bowed wood that can be crushed by the banging on the floor by the lead of Arcade Fire
or coaxed to make sound inexplicable

The quick beat of the drum
The piano tickled
Gourd

We sit in the room, myself almost the youngest
I tap my feet, cross my legs, uncross
I hear the sounds of Brazil, of Africa
reminding me of travels taken and untaken
the past and the future

Why do I leave my guitar in the corner
waiting to be played?


This is the worst ode ever

Screen Free Night

I'm starting to think that I need one of these!! Ack-I'm addicted to Facebook. Did you know I just found a friend from when I was 16 in another country? This is so bad for me-not finding the person, but the whole thing. Still can't get a stupid pic up. I tried taking a pic with my phone and sending to my hotmail e-mail so I could upload it, but it wouldn't send.

Oh, well, to bed I go. But, tomorrow, I will write an ode to the guitar...

Music Addict

I don't know what has happened to me. I am sucking up music like it is going out of style. It's the e-music thing, really. I was waiting and waiting for the turn over of the month to finish downloading Belle & Sebastian's The Life Pursuit. Then I had to download Rodrigo y Gabriela, who are not Brazilian as I had previously stated but Mexican. LOVE them! They are coming to 9:30 Club June 30th, I think. I really want to see them, but we shall see. My sister said I could also visit that weekend.

I still have 22 gigs on my iPod. I should download more podcasts to listen to, but I really need to get some device that will allow me to play my iPod on my car stereo. I am, for some odd reason, more likely to listen to talking people in the car. If it is preaching, I might say "amen" or "true that" (in my white suburban way) too much in public and that would be embarassing. Or, what is truly more likely, I might start a running commentary out loud in response to what I am hearing. In church, I can write my comments down, which are usually in paranthesis and consist of (Oh, really, must check on dates when synagogues were regulary attended) or (Do they really think that homosexuals are breaking up marriages or perhaps could divorce from hetero affairs be more prevalent) or other smart aleck remarks made in my turned-up-nose voice. But, if I am listening on the train, then I might just say something aloud. Of course, there are enough crazy people on the train that I might just fit right in....

Fairtrade Coffee at Sam's Club??

So, there I was, pushing my gargantuan shopping cart, filled with dixie paper cups and paper plates and dessert paper plates, all in coordinating khaki rope-looking edging, along with my coffee cups and my garbage bags. I looked like I was shopping for a very large household of screaming kids and caffeinated parents, cause that's all that keeps them going. And there, lo and behold, was a huge 2.5 lb. bag of Sam's Club "Fairtrade" coffee-espresso roast no less. I thought, wow they are really getting on board. I mean if Sam's club can do it, then maybe my church could go fairtrade! I know that is a terrible thought to think...basing a social justice action on a mega wholesale company's products is probably not very coherent! Then I looked at the price. It was less than the non-fairtrade Starbuck's brand coffee. Which makes me very suspicious for some reason. Why is that? And why couldn't I rejoice in this small victory of the world becoming a better place (still yet to be determined whether this coffee is truly fairtrade). What cynicism resides in me to crush hope??!!! Do I just enjoy my soapbox that much (the truth is yes, I truly like my railing position upon the melting soap box)? Anyways, does anyone know anything? Is it truly fairtrade?? You can't find a pic online: http://www.samsclub.com/shopping/navigate.do?dest=5&item=351220. I'm curious as to how Sam's club fairtrade coffee is less expensive than Starbuck's and who the supplier is.