Saturday, October 29, 2016

Rub a Dub Dub

I have been challenged to write the book that I always wanted to write. Reflecting upon this challenge I've decided that I just need to get into the habit of writing. So I am going to write stories from my life in a serial fashion (though I might jump around a bit).

When I was very young, a toddler, I remember doing a few quirky little things. I remember the smell of food coming from the kitchen, the awareness of my mother being in there. I remember climbing over the edge of the crib I shared with my older brother (who kicked).

One memory in particular stands out. Rub a dub dub, 3 men in a tub.

There was a tile missing on the wall, someone had tried to glue it back on but it didn't stick. The glue was bumpy, it swirled around like railroad tracks. The wall behind it was black, like a tunnel that something could come out of at any moment. We were all sitting in the bath covered in bubbles. I piled some on top of my head and Daniel laughed. A thought came to mind of a nursery rhyme I had heard, "Rub a Dub, Dub, 3 Men in a tub." "That's us!" I thought (Daniel, Jono and I) and inspired by the poem I thought that if I could find a boat to float in then that would be even better. So I climbed over the slippery ledge of the tub and snuck into the kitchen, there was a bucket under the sink in there that I knew I would be able to float in. I grabbed it and furtively snuck back to the bathroom. I placed the bucket into the tub, it was floating! Encouraged by this I tried to hop in, and it wiggled around so much I couldn't do it. So I filled it with a bit of water and tried again. This time I was successful! I was so proud of myself, 3 men in a tub and I in my bucket. Of course my Dad had to get a picture of it. I had the biggest smile on my face. :)

~Annie


Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Some thoughts on writing



It seems that thoughts filter through the mind and leave like the wind, so it can be very difficult to capture the bits and pieces that are floating in and out of the conscious mind. It is interesting how much information is easily at our fingertips about the process of writing and yet it is still a somewhat elusive topic.

I'm going to force myself to write something now. :)

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Thoughts on Politics

When I learned about the history of Hitler and his rise to power, I asked the question "why didn't the German people stop him?" 

We've heard that he was charismatic, that the German people had gone through hard times. He came into power with this Anti-Semitic rhetoric and that was a focus for all of the frustration that people had felt. 

I said to myself, I would not be one of those people standing in the streets with my hand raised to the sky praising Hitler. 

Now, I'm not saying that I can predict how I might have acted if I had grown up in the circumstances that the German people did. All I can say is that now, right now I can choose to not follow along the party line. I know all about the futility of voting for a third party candidate, that doing so might take votes away from the lesser of two evils, but in this election there is no lesser of two evils. Both of the candidates are what I consider to be the vilest of scum that was dragged up from the bottoms of pond. 

So I am voting for a third party canidate, Gary Johnson. Who is this guy, you know what I don't know a whole ton about him, but from what I have seen on the internet about him he is a decent guy, that is who I want in the White House.

SG

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Weird Interests

On my way to work I noticed a swarm of birds on the side of one of the buildings in our condo complex. The type of birds that build mud dobber nests, whatever they might be. It was so strange to see them all hanging on to the side of the building like that. I stopped to take a picture but they all flew away before I could.

There are weird little things like that going on all the time. Like the potato bug infestation in the parking lot of Adobe, why are they there? All crawling around, blending into the blacktop. They are in the building on the ground floor as well.

Have you ever built a Rube Goldberg machine? I think they are so much fun to design and build, so time consuming but so satisfying. I used to build things like that, I created a gumball machine out of cardboard and car tracks, a magic box out of a refrigerator box, I created a pulley system between my window and the neighbor and we used to pass things back and forth in a basket. So interesting, you can learn a lot about people by what they share.

I have some books at my desk at work, SQL, Deep Nutrition, Investing for Beginners, an Archie Comic book and the book "Women Who Run With the Wolves." 

What do those books say about me?

I shall leave it to you to sort that out... ;)

Thursday, June 30, 2016

Almost Done! Almost done!

I have something like 45 days left of school! Hallelujah!

It is going to be a big relief. For some reason though I've always found myself feeling ambivalent when I've finished these types of long schooling adventures. I wonder if I learned enough, I worry that I will be expected to know a lot more than I do.

In this case... I've been so much behind through the whole thing that I feel quite a bit of ambivalence.

No matter, it's almost over!

At the moment I've got a migraine. I dropped by Sprouts after work and bought chocolate. I feel it's a valid solution. The store was packed (never shop at Sprouts on a Thursday... They give a student discount so it's always packed on Thursday)

It doesn't help that I had weird dreams last night.

Well that is it for this exciting update. More later. TTYL

Strawberry Girl 

Thursday, January 14, 2016

Growing Up

Growing up

As a society we fear in a way the grown-up world. It is a place of responsibility, sometimes a place of drudgery and pain. We live in denial thinking that childhood, naivety and ignorance is the ideal state.

Yet childhood is often not what we make it out to be, even in this age where we idealize childhood there are children who suffer from set-backs, a loss of home and family, and a loss of trust.

What then is the ideal state? I think that it is facing reality head on. Recognizing that life isn't all sunshine and lolly pops. I think the ideal state takes into account our failings as well as the failings of others and accepts them as a part of life. I think it's ideal when we recognize the need to take care of ourselves and others. That even when you've failed or when others have failed you, that there are opportunities for good in that failure.

Sometimes discretion is better than openness. Sometimes anger is a good thing, especially when not showing anger makes you seem indecisive and/or weak.

That's a revelation that has been hard for me to learn, that anger can be a good thing. So often I've subverted my anger and tried to admit faults when I've been confronted. This recently has made me seem dishonest when I was trying to be completely honest. This is where discretion should come in and make us think about what the impact of our words will be and to decide what is really relevant to the current situation.

Adulthood, I think, should be a time when we are mastering the intricacies of human behavior, basically learning wisdom. That is something that the world needs a bit more of.

~SG