Thursday, August 30, 2012

Back-blog #11: A Hymne to Christ, at the Authors Last Going into Germany


A HYMNE TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHORS LAST GOING INTO GERMANY

 Saturday, September 10, 2011 



by John Donne

In what torne ship soever I embarke,
That ship shall be my embleme of thy Arke;
What sea soever swallow mee, that flood
Shall be to mee an embleme of thy blood;
Though thou with clouds of anger do disguise
Thy face; yet through that maske I know those eyes,

Which, though they turne away sometimes,
They never will despise.

I sacrifice this Iland unto thee,
And all whom I lov'd there, and who lov'd mee;
When I have put our seas twixt them and mee,
Put thou thy sea betwixt my sinnes and thee.
As the trees sap doth seeke the root below
In winter, in my winter now I goe,

Where none but thee, th'Eternall root
Of true Love I may know.

Nor thou thy religion dost controule,
The amorousnesse of an harmonious Soule,
But thou would'st have that love thy selfe: As thou
Art jealous, Lord, so I am jealous now.
Thou lov'st not, till from loving more, thou free
My soule: Who ever gives, takes libertie:

O, if thou car'st not whom I love
Alas, thou lov'st not mee.

Seale then this bill of my Divorce to All,
On whom those fainter beames of love did fall;
Marry those loves, which in youth scattered bee
On Fame, Wite, Hopes (false mistresses) to thee.
Churches are best for Prayer, that have least light:
To see God only, I goe out of sight:

And to scape stormy dayes, I chuse
An Everlasting night.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Nail Polish


This afternoon I indulged in a rare event - painting my toenails.  In case you are wondering exactly how rare this is, I will inform you that I do own precisely two bottles of nail polish, given to me by a friend in high school (maybe something on the order of 15+ years ago?) which are still nearly full.  Today I selected the pink.  This was not an entirely random event, but it was predicated by the fact that I am going to be in my grad school roommate’s wedding this weekend as a bridesmaid (bridesmatron?), and that said wedding is occurring in the deep South.  I will be standing in line with several other young women in front of a church, wearing a deep purple dress and silver sandals, and if anyone were to be getting bored and playing the “Which Bridesmaid Has the Ugliest Feet” game, I would be the clear winner, even with the newly applied pink nail polish.  However, I think they will be sufficiently distracted by the beautiful bride and by the tears of joy from the ecstatic groom and by the worshipful Lutheran service, so that no one will notice my feet or the pink nail polish.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Explosions


Last night while cooking dinner, one of the burners on our stove (which has been very temperamental already) let out a small explosion.  And shortly thereafter we discovered that all of the power was out in our apartment.  Thankfully Jared knows a few things about home electrical wiring.  But none of the breakers were tripped.  So, we made a call to the after-hours maintenance emergency number and left them a message.  Assuming we might not hear back from them.  After 30 minutes of power out and starting to eat cold pizza and cold rice, Jared went outside to explore, where he discovered a master breaker.  After taking the appropriate safety precautions, he flipped it, at which point we did not regain power, but there was another small explosion coming from the naughty burner.  A little more fidgeting, and he got the power back on.  We have covered the burner with a large box to prevent people and cats from touching it and experiencing any further explosions until we can get non-emergency maintenance (the only kind there is around here) to come and have a look.

This morning on our walk, there was an explosion of another sort.  Suddenly my right ankle was on fire and I was hopping on one leg and shrieking and crying and managed to see a large wasp-type bug stinging me.  Jared stood by, presuming this was another unpredictable moment of moody female-ness, calmly asking me to tell him what was going on.  After the initial shock and pain subsided and the beast departed, and I commenced limping, we had a more male-type discussion situation about making a poultice of baking soda and water.  I tried it out when we got home, and it took off a lot of the sting and swelling.

The third very notable event of the day, thankfully, did not involve an explosion.  We had gone into Seattle to pick up Jared’s bow which was in the shop for a repair. GoogleMaps gave us difficult-to-follow directions to a location with the correct house number and street name, except for that pesky little “W” which was missing, as in “West”.  So in our attempt to find the actual location we wanted, we got very turned around, because 1) there was water on three sides of us, and so cardinal directions got confused, 2) not all streets which should be parallel are, 3) lots of streets are one-way, 4) lots of streets do not go through but stop and start and unpredictable intervals, 5) the traffic was thick, not allowing for easy lane changes in case of error, and 6) one of the freeways we got on had very confusingly-marked exits, the main one of which we had hoped to use was closed.  We did make it to the shop eventually (but not before I got very car sick - hooray!) and not only did Jared retrieve his bow, but we got to speak with the owner for quite some time, and Jared got to try out an amazing cello the owner is in the process of restoring.

Also there are occasional explosions of tears (behind sunglasses) for my blogging buddy who lost her baby daughter Priscilla on Sunday afternoon.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

The first part of the weekend

Friday, we took off for Jared's parent's home in Oregon around 12:30.  Traffic was super slow through both Ft. Lewis-McChord (hereafter referred to as "the base") and through Portland.  But we arrived well before dinner, and I got to meet his aunt and uncle visiting from Canada.  In the past month I've gotten to meet both sets of aunts and uncles I'd missed so far, along with three cousins.  There are some more cousins to go, but I'm getting close!  (Mind you, Jared has never yet met my own personal aunt and uncle, but that has more to do with the fact that they seem to be traveling internationally 11 1/2 months a year, and their at-home dates do not in any way coincide with ours.)

Along the way, we saw the Cascades, including Mts. Rainier, St. Helens, and Hood, and the Olympic Mountains.  I also saw a bald eagle perched in the top of a tree peering down at the interstate.  I managed to get motion sick on a long straight stretch of road (good grief!) but said issue was resolved by my becoming the driver.  I learned how to properly pronounce Steilacoom (STY-luh-koom) and Chehalis (sha-HAY-liss).  And I practiced a tongue-twister:

How much skookum could a skookumchuck chuck, if a skookumchuck could chuck skookum?
That was in honor of crossing the Skookumchuk River.

It was delightful to meet and visit with the aformentioned aunt and uncle, along with Jared's folks, and to enjoy so much produce from their garden.  (We were sent home with more lovely produce and a bucket of Canadian honey - YUM!)

Saturday we all spent a good chunk of time at the Oregon Garden, which Jared and I had never visited, and it is beautiful.  There were some amazing trees and flowers and fruits and smells and vistas, not to mention a coop of hilarious chickens which I befriended.  Jared caused quite a stir by distributing some raisins to them.  I particularly liked visiting the conifer area, and was struck by a cedar of Lebanon.  We saw a bald eagle in flight, and at some point a smaller bird came to chase it off.  We also walked around the outside of a Frank Lloyd Wright house, but we didn't take the indoors tour this time.

When we got home last night, we met our very hungry cats, along with our neighbors across the stoop. Very nice people, and the wife doesn't speak much English, so maybe I'll have to learn some Spanish to communicate with her.  The husband is rather disgusted by the lack of maintenance around here, but we were expecting that given the price we're paying.

The one sad part of the whole thing is that I missed my very good friend on her layover here, but I may have the opportunity to go and visit her for a whole weekend this fall, so that would be a lot more fantastic anyway!

Been praying a whole lot for a blogging friend who had to travel out-of-state for emergency surgery to try to save her unborn twin daughters.  Thus far, everyone is still alive, but there are no certainties in this particular situation.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Tidbits from a Day


  • I am making applesauce in the crockpot and dill pickles in the refrigerator.  It will be hard enough to wait a few hours for the applesauce, but the few days for the pickles will seem like forever!
  • The cats absolutely love the cool fresh air of Washington.  They get so much exercise here - and it is so fun to watch them careen around and play with their toys!
  • Dreamed about playing the Glazunov concerto last night, so I'll have to dig through my music to find it so I can practice it this afternoon.
  • My life is going to change a whole lot in about a week-and-a-half when I start my nanny job which runs from 6:30-9:30 am weekdays.  I am not a morning person.  But I can do it.  And cheerfully, to boot.
  • Jared's aunt from Canada will be in Oregon for the same 24 hours one of my very best friends will be in Seattle with her two kiddos, and I want to figure out how to see both of them.  I haven't met Jared's aunt in our six years of marriage, and he hasn't seen her for a whole pile of years.  We had planned to go down for those 24 hours to Jared's parents to meet/visit.  I've heard so many wonderful things about her, and actually she was one of my first FB friends.  My dear friend will be here on a just-planned 24-hour layover on her way from her parents' in Alaska back home to NY.  And we've been hoping to make the meeting work for weeks now.  It was just this morning that it turns out her layover will perfectly coincide with our Oregon trip.  :-(
  • Two more maintainance issues will need addressed: our washing machine began smelling like burning rubber while it was running last night, and our toilet won't stop running unless we turn off the water at the wall.
  • My inlaws offered me the possibility of a Costo membership for my birthday gift, so Jared and I are going to take a field trip to the nearest Costco later to see if that would be useful for us.  They had another idea, too, if Costco wasn't the right thing.  Really, all the wonderful produce they have bestowed on us is plenty of a birthday gift!!!!
  • Adult students are far less patient than child students, because the adults get things intellectually and want to go on, but their bodies need so long to digest the information down to the cellular level to make it part of them.  Kids are wired to practice.  Adults struggle with it.  I had a trial lesson with a kid and an adult this morning.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Lemon-Berry Birthday Cake



In case you weren't at our apartment to eat a piece of the delicious and not-too-sweet lemon-berry birthday cake Jared made for me, here is the recipe.  He modified it from the Lemon Gem Cupcake recipe found in Vegan with a Vengeance , given to us by his sister for our wedding.  It's been one of the best cookbooks we've ever used - both simple and extremely tasty.  Never made anything bad from it!

Ingredients:
2 2/3 c. white whole wheat flour
1 tsp. baking powder
1 1/2 tsp. baking soda
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 c. applesauce
1/2 c. agave nectar (or maple syrup)
1 c. almond milk
2 tsp. vanilla
1/2 c. lemon juice
2 Tbs. lemon zest
handfull of blueberries
handfull of blackberries

Directions:
Preheat oven to 350 F.  Oil and flour a bundt pan.
Mix flour, baking powder, baking soda, and salt.
In a separate, large bowl mix applesauce, agave, milk, vanilla, lemon juice, and lemon zest.
Fold the dry ingredients into the wet until smooth.
Gently mix in the berries.
Pour into the bundt pan, and bake until done - it took ours about 50 minutes.

Blueberry sauce topping:
Put a handfull of blueberries and a little sweetener into a small sauce pan and stir over low heat until it looks saucy.

Back-blog #10: Have we lost our minds?


Have we lost our minds?

 Friday, July 22, 2011 


Emotional manipulation: it’s what advertising does best.  Using color, shape, sound, music, words, lighting, and motion to pump up our feelings, advertisers can make us believe we want, or deserve, or even NEED whatever it is we are being offered - shampoo, beer, scented candles, a new car, microwave dinners, a Caribbean cruise. That is, if we are not discerning. We are surrounded by advertising on the Internet, on TV, in magazines, on billboards, and in stores, such that we hardly notice its studied power any more.  

Much contemporary political rhetoric falls into this category, too - inflaming our feelings to make us side with the speaker, whether or not we’ve thought through his or her argument.  

Hollywood manipulates our emotions - we pay big bucks to watch action flicks so we can feel the thrill of danger or chick flicks so we can feel all warm and gushy, and we swallow whatever else comes in the movie along with it.  Advertisers, political advisors, and Hollywood producers aren’t dumb.  They’ve studied the human mind carefully, and they know how to get their point across.

One of the most notorious manipulators was Adolf Hitler.  He studied the art of hypnotizing people with his eyes (Angela Lambert’s The Lost Life of Eva Braun, p. 79).  The carefully plotted pageantry of his rallies and his emotional speaking style captivated his audiences, and afterward, many wouldn’t even remember what the speech was about exactly, just that it was very moving.  Whatever it was Hitler was up to, it must have been something grand which they wanted to be a part of.

During the Protestant Reformation, one of the many abuses which Reformers looked to correct was the manipulative power of the Roman church services.  To be fair, I have attended several Catholic services in the last twenty years, and I will say that these have not been manipulative at all.  With that in mind, read what nineteenth-century church reformer Ellen White wrote, “Many Protestants suppose that the Catholic religion is unattractive and that its worship is a dull, meaningless round of ceremony.  Here they mistake....  The religious service of the Roman Church is a most impressive ceremonial.  Its gorgeous display and solemn rites fascinate the senses of the people and silence the voice of reason and of conscience.  The eye is charmed.  Magnificent churches, imposing processions, golden altars, jeweled shrines, choice paintings, and exquisite sculpture appeal to the love of beauty.  The ear also is captivated.  The music in unsurpassed.  The rich notes of the deep-toned organ, blending with the melody of many voices as it swells though the lofty domes and pillared aisles of her grand cathedrals, cannot fail to impress the mind with awe and reverence [for the Church].” (The Great Controversy, p. 566)

This past week, I attended all of the evening services of a week-long pastor's conference.  I also provided music for two of them.  Based on the five services I attended, I would have to say, sadly, that emotional manipulation is alive and well in the Evangelical movement in America today.  The Protestant chapel where these services were held is everything described in Ellen Whites’ paragraph about the Roman Church.  The music was, at least on certain nights, designed to create an emotional groundswell before the featured speaker.  The congregation of pastors and their families was stoked up on mindless, but emotional, repetitions of a few short choruses, and the participants felt emotionally ready to accept the speakers’ teachings.  The speakers were of varying types, but several of them were what is referred to as “dynamic,” which seems to mean that they use the full range of vocal dynamics (especially the loud ones) to get their point across.  In several instances, the delivery method seemed much more studied than the Biblical content of the sermons, and the responses from the charmed audience ranged from shouted “Amen!”s to standing ovations.  I overheard comments afterward to the effect of “Wasn’t that a powerful message!”  It was powerful - powerfully delivered, that is.  But what about the content?  We’ll get to that in a moment...  These Protestants, while talking about the heroism of the Reformers seem to have forgotten some of the abuses those Reformers gave their lives to correct.

In 1st Corinthians 14, Paul gives some instructions on what should happen in a worship service: “When you come together, each one has a hymn, a lesson, a revelation, a tongue, or an interpretation....Let two or three prophets speak, and let the others weigh what is said.” (verses 26b, 29)  It seems here that many people should participate in the service, and that when a message is given, it should be evaluated.  There are many ways of structuring a service so that these things happen, but it seems clear that many people contribute to the service, and that thought should be given to what has been spoken (as opposed to blind allegiance).  

Matthew reports the last words of Jesus to his followers: “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.  Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you....”  (Matt. 28: 18b-19a)  Jesus seems to be saying that making disciples involves baptism and teaching his commands.  Imperfect though it may be, the only reliable place we have today to find out what Jesus’ commands are is to read the Bible, and most specifically the Gospels, where we have his words recorded in translation.  The rest of the Bible has value too, of course, and we can learn about God’s work in history in all of its pages.  My point is, if we are going to take Jesus’ final words seriously, we need to start from the Bible.

Three of the five “sermons” I heard (that includes the rest of the worship service, too) included ZERO Biblical texts.  So what were these preachers sermonizing on?  Their own ideas.  (Thankfully, two of the sermons were based on Biblical passages and trying to learn what those passages really say.)  How is giving a rousing talk on one’s own ideas in a church service different from giving a rousing talk on one’s own ideas in a political rally?  It’s not.  If Christians are not looking for God but are looking only to human wisdom, regardless of how smart, intelligent, or well-educated we are, we are going to get off track.  Way off track.  In his letter to the Colossians, Paul confesses, “[Christ] himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together.  He is the head of the body, the church; he is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, so that he might come to have first place in everything.” (Col. 1: 17-18)  If Christ isn’t the center of any message to the church, why do we even bother delivering it?  Worship services don’t actually require a sermon, we can fully worship God with singing, praying, reading of Scripture, and giving of offerings. 

I wonder if preachers who emotionally manipulate their parishioners, and inure their parishioners to hearing human ideas from the pulpit without any injunction to think (“Don’t take my word for it - go home and check this out for yourself!”) are setting them up to blindly follow someone/s with less than honorable intentions in the future....  That is ominous.  Especially if someone/s has a mixture of truth and lies on the serving platter.  (Hitler, for example, a fiery conservative, promoted good health, exercise, and strong families.)

In Nazi Germany, Hitler co-opted the churches to become part of his propaganda arm.  Many churches began preaching that Hitler was Germany’s political saviour.  In retrospect, we see how utterly disgusting this is.  Or do we??  Karl Barth and the confessing church wrote a document in response called the Barmen Declaration.  You can read it for yourself http://www.sacred-texts.com/chr/barmen.htm, but in short, the Declaration stated a Biblical case for the lordship of Christ alone and God’s abhorrence of idolatry.  From the perspective of history, we know that the declaration made no difference in the government and got its adherents in serious trouble.  However, it seems that publicly affirming Christ as the only Lord likely helped its signers stick to that truth no matter the cost.

Incidentally, the first three Bible-free “sermons” of the week all made reference to the Barmen Declaration - sort of.  One of the Bible-free speakers was one of the authors of a 2009 document called the Manhattan Declaration, which you can read here: http://manhattandeclaration.org/home.aspx . The Manhattan Declaration was apparently inspired by the Barmen Declaration, and its authors believe we are living in perilous moral times.  

Agreed.  

But are not all times perilous moral times?  The world and the church will always disagree on some things - which specific things those are shift from time to time.  What is central to Christianity that the world will never understand is the love and lordship of Christ, as expressed in the earlier quote from Colossians 1.  This is the message the church must take to the world.  Without this message, any other sub-messages will miss their target.  

In his excellent book Inspiration: Hard Questions, Honest Answers, Alden Thompson explains what he sees as the Bible’s “law pyramid: the one, the two, the ten, the many.”  The one, is love - as the author of 1st John says, “God is love.” (1 John 4:8)  The two are explained by Jesus in answer to a question about which commandment is the greatest: “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.’  This is the greatest and first commandment.  And a second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’  On these two commandments hang all the law and the prophets.”  (Matt. 22: 37b-40)  If we have trouble understanding the one law, the two explain it for us in more detail.  If we have trouble knowing what to do with the two, we can look to the ten, recorded in Exodus 20: 1-17.  And because even those ten haven’t always been enough for us to know how to behave, we have recorded for us innumerable other laws and commands throughout the Bible, some of which were meant to be time- or place-specific, others of which are more universal.  But the center of the whole thing is GOD.  God is love.  Without God, the laws all fall apart.

The first three Bible-free “sermons” I heard this week amounted in the end to rallies asking people to sign and uphold the Manhattan Declaration.  And as such, I’m guessing they were successful - many people who were in attendance probably went home, looked up the site, and signed it.  What Christians wouldn’t want to stand up for life, marriage, and liberty?  The only problem is that it leaves out the Gospel.  If we realize, really realize, what God has done for us and accept that gift, we will overflow with love for him, and we will begin to see him transform our lives.  The way the Manhattan Declaration was spoken about in these speeches was along the lines of, “We need to declare to the government and the American people that we as a country need to be more moral, and these are three areas where we need to be more moral.”  But the American people - both ordinary citizens, and lawmakers, will never see things God’s way without seeing God’s love in Christ first.  We need to start with Christ, not our own morality.  As Paul so succinctly puts it in Romans 5:8, “God proves his love for us in that while we still were sinners Christ died for us.” (Italics mine.)

Additionally, these three speeches all said we need to create a revival.  What I’m wondering is, have any of us asked God about his plans?  In Henry Blackaby and Claude King’s book Knowing and Doing the Will of God, they write: “Understanding what God is about to do where you are is more important than telling God what you want to do for Him.  What good would Abraham have done by telling God how he was planning to take a survey of Sodom and Gomorrah and go door-to-door witnessing the day before God was going to destroy the cities?”  I don’t pretend to know exactly what God’s plans are for our future, but have an inkling that these are more perilous times than these preachers know.  As one of these men rightly pointed out we have become a completely narcissistic, self-seeking society.  I add that furthermore our culture, and even a large part of our church is being conditioned to accept advertising without thought.  In the event of a major crisis (like the Depression experienced in Germany after WW I?), we are preparing ourselves to blindly follow fallible men and women.  And maybe even manipulative or evil ones.  To keep our own comfort.  We are playing with fire.   The church is playing with fire.

Back-blog #9: Basic U.S. Cultural Values


Basic U.S. Cultural Values


Tuesday, May 24, 2011 


This is taken from American Society: A Sociological Interpretation (1970) by Robin M. Williams, Jr.

These are the fifteen core cultural values of Anglo-America:

1. Achievement and success.  (Competition-oriented, our society places much value on gaining power, prestige, and wealth.)
2. Activity and work.  (We firmly believe that everyone should work, and we condemn as lazy those who do not work.)
3. Moral orientation.  (We tend to moralize, seeing the world in absolutes of right and wrong.)
4. Humanitarian mores.  (Through charitable and crisis aid, we lean toward helping the less fortunate and the underdog.)
5. Efficiency and practicality.  (We try to solve problems by the quickest, least costly means.)
6. Progress.  (We think technology can solve all problems, and we hold an optimistic outlook toward the future.)
7. Material comfort.  (We share the American Dream of a high standard of living and owning many material goods.)
8. Equality.  (We believe in the abstract ideal of equality, relating to one another informally as equals.)
9. Freedom.  (We cherish individual freedom from domination by others.)
10. External conformity.  (Despite our professed belief in individualism, we tend to join, conform, and go along; we are suspicious of those who do not.)
11. Science and rationality.  (We believe that through science we can gain mastery over our environment and secure a better lifestyle.)
12. Nationalism.  (We think the American way of life is the best and distrust "un-American" behavior.
13. Democracy.  (We believe that everyone has the right of political participation, that our government is highly democratic.)
14. Individualism.  (We emphasize personal rights and responsibilities, giving the individual priority over the group.)
15. Racism and group superiority themes.  (Through our attitudes and actions, we favor some racial, religious, and ethnic groups over others.)

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Back-blog #8: Christmas Letter 2011


Christmas Letter 2011

Saturday, December 10, 2011 



Well friends, 
Nearly a year ago I was writing a Christmas letter after Crazy 2010, which had involved a move from 
Rochester to Huntsville, among other things.  In thinking ahead to what Iʼd be writing at the end of 
2011, I was imagining a rather calm, possibly boring year, and considering maybe Iʼd just write a book 
report on some of the best reads.  That was hardly prophetic, because I had no idea how Wild this 
year would prove to be.  For your amusement, here is a chronological bullet point list of *some* of the 
notable events from the year: 

•Jared was offered a new job at Samford University in Birmingham, AL, which he accepted.  (Ruth 
Marie was later offered a part-time position there and in a Suzuki program in town, too.) 
•Lightning struck INSIDE our Huntsville apartment 18 inches from where Jared was sitting.  The boom 
was deafening, and shattered tile flew into the dining room.  No one was hurt. 
•Jared was really sick and got to visit the emergency room where he learned that he did not have 
meningitis, but he lost his wallet. 
•The Tornado Disaster of April involved eight tornadoes in our county in one day, power out in the 
whole city for a week, night time curfew, and an aborted attempt to visit my friend Jessica in Atlanta 
when my car broke down in the middle of nowhere, no one had power to come and help us, and we 
hitchhiked back to Huntsville.  It also involved lots of clean-up in affected neighborhoods. 
•RM’s car had its final breakdown on the day we were supposed to be leaving Huntsville for 
Birmingham with luggage, instruments, and four cats, so we carried on with one car only. 
•We lived two different places in Birmingham over the summer with four cats while hoping that our 
permanent housing would come through (which it did on the Last Possible Day.) 
•Exchange student “Ran” moved in with us in August.  He’s from Beijing. 
•RM was increasingly sick, and after several doctor’s visits and a diagnosis, had surgery.  While sick, 
she took up knitting.  After recovery, she started training for a half-marathon. 
•Our four-year-old cat Gregory suddenly died, and we and the other three cats are all heart-broken.  I 
won’t wax eloquent about my pets here, but many people will attest that Gregory was a very unusual 
cat. 
•We went to Europe with the Samford Quartet (of which we are half) and performed three concerts. 
•We had a squirrel infestation which involved cats chasing a squirrel in the condo while we were at 
work, cutting holes in the closet wall to free trapped squirrels, and repeated attempts to trap the 
stragglers living in the attic. (Not yet successful.) 
•We are leaving on Sunday to teach and perform at a music festival in Costa Rica.  We don’t know 
much about the trip yet but are taking our cameras along! 

It has been a more eventful year than we had expected, and it has brought a lot of changes and ups 
and downs.  Weʼre still both processing the lessons of our ten months in Huntsville and getting settled 
into a new life in a new city. Iʼve learned not to think Iʼll be sending you a book report next year!  We 
also have so much to be thankful for - so many people have seriously helped us out in the last year.  
To name a few: Andrew and Diana, Jeff and Angie, our parents, the Suzuki violin teachers in 
Huntsville, Jane and Austin, Jim and Leslie, Jen, Pastor Karl, Jaredʼs colleagues, my student Laia 
and her family, our neighbor Theresa, and many, many others...  I pray that blessings will be returned 
to these people who have lent us a hand so often, and that we can be as generous to others these 
people have been to us! 

The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who lived in a land of 
deep darkness - on them light has shined.... For a child has been born for us, a son given 
to us; authority rests upon his shoulders; and he is named Wonderful Counselor, Mighty 
God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.  (Isaiah 9:2, 6)

Recording Project

Today Jared and I jumped feet first into an old project, begun two summers ago in Rochester with our wonderful pianist friend, before we moved to Huntsville, and before we lived in Birmingham.  In the last weeks of our time in Western NY, we recorded piano trios by Amy Beach, Clara Schumann, and Fanny Mendelssohn-Hensel (notice, they're all women!)  It was totally wild, stuck in between other trips for all three of us, and moving, and new jobs, and finishing old jobs...  And not to mention every snag possible which could have happened during recording did.  (We had to switch recording locations/pianos.  We had to switch recording and teaching schedules.  We had to switch engineers.  We had unexpected things such as road construction and parking garage fixing noise - in the middle of the night.  All at the last minute.)  But we got everything laid down.  Then, it all got put away for a while.  Our pianist friend had way too much drama occurring in her life.  We had way too much drama occurring in our lives.  This spring we were going to get back to the editing portion, and then Jared and I had the next round of super drama.  But today, we found the scores and the demo CD's and the list of takes with our pianist's comments in our 2/3-unpacked apartment, and we spent four hours this afternoon listening to past selves performing for the CD audiences of the future.

It was nice to have this much space between when we recorded and now, because musicians who are in the now are beyond critical of every little thing we've tried to make perfect.  After a two-year hiatus it is easier to notice the good and to not care so much about tiny blips.

I don't know what will come of the project, and our pianist is left to work with the recording engineer on her own, which has unfortunately been a challenging situation due to lack of organization and communication issues.

I am also reminded I am (or maybe once was?) a performing musician.  I have barely practiced since April, which was the last time I had any professional musical commitments.  Life has thrown all sorts of other things my way, and I don't miss it right now.  I've been doing plenty of teaching, that's for sure.

We're planning to spend another big chunk of time on the editing tomorrow, too.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Back-Blog #7: Grand Drama Adventure Story


Grand Drama Adventure Story

 Tuesday, May 3, 2011 



The Grand Drama Adventure Story begins Tuesday, April 27, 2011.  It was the day after Michelle and Carlina left to drive back to NY.  My race relations class met for the last time at 8:00 am, and the class was very brief as we only filled out teacher evaluations and received our final grades.  I had a list of errands for the morning while I was out and about.  First errand was returning materials to the downtown library.  When I arrived, the library was still closed, so I sat in the parking lot and began working on the bank deposit ticket.  As I opened the envelope of the check for a church gig I had recently played, I discovered a W-9 form that I needed to mail back to the church.  As it happened, the church was right across the street from the library, so after I finished my business at the library I walked to the church.  I went to the main office and showed the woman at the desk my W-9.  She said she could take it, or I could walk it myself down the hall to the financial office.  I opted for the walk, and on the way I saw a notice on a bulletin board about an adoption orientation meeting occurring that Thursday night, sponsored by the Alabama DHR.  I had originally planned to drive to Atlanta Thursday night in order to make it to a meeting with our realtor in Birmingham on Friday, but all that had changed, so I was miraculously free to attend said meeting.  Score!  I’d be able to go to that, and then make my Atlanta trip during daylight on Friday.

Then there was Wednesday.  Deadly storm drama in the South.  Our tornado sirens went off eight times.  When they start, the trick is to turn on the radio ASAP and hear the National Weather Service warning to see if your neighborhood is in the path.  If it is, you go in the bathroom with the three cooperative cats and the violin case and wait a while.  (Cat #4 doesn’t like all this and hides under the bed.)  

Power went off around 4:00 or 5:00 pm while we were in the bathroom.  It was off for six days.  When you don’t have power, you don’t have hot water for showers, no dishwasher, no stove/oven, no fridge, no lights, no traffic signals, no internet, no TV, no washer/dryer, stores and businesses without generators aren’t open (that’s most of them), and for a while there is no phone service.  As our neighborhood was not damaged by tornados (one was a couple blocks away, but didn’t touch down), it was a sort of strange endless Fourth of July.  Everyone who has grills cooking on their porches, everyone out playing ball and talking to the neighbors...  The city was under dusk to dawn curfew and people were advised to stay home.    Lots of candles flickering at night.

Needless to say, I didn’t get to go to my meeting Thursday night.  I will try to find out if it has been rescheduled.  

Friday...

Friday I was supposed to drive to Atlanta to visit Jessica who was down from NJ for a few days.  As Oakwood was shut down Jared decided to drive with me.  We took my car, since it was full on gas, and gas stations were not open in northern Alabama.  Somewhere around 7:30 am, the car started making terrible noises and heaving, and then the accelerator gave out.  So we coasted to the side of the highway and opened the hood and watched steam come pouring out.  Due to the lack of power anywhere in northern Alabama, there was no cell phone service.  Thankfully, two guys in a pickup stopped by within minutes.  One of them had phone service up the road a ways, so Jared rode with him until they found a spot where Jared could call AAA.  But it’s early in the morning, and no one anywhere has power.  So no one can come for a while.  

We wait by the side of the road for three hours.  

Jared walked to a house and borrowed a working cell phone to call AAA again.  They don’t think they can get anyone out to us today.  I am giggling frequently, thinking what a funny memory this will make.  

Eventually, a county sheriff stops by and offers to drive us back to the county line.  We take him up on the offer and abandon the car.  He drops us off at a grocery store.  (It’s closed due to the power outage), so we start walking along the side of the highway toward Huntsville.  Jared thinks we might have to walk all the way.  I’m trying to figure out if we can call someone to get us, even though we have no phone service, and I don’t have that many phone numbers of Huntsvillians anyway.  We keep walking.  

We come to a convenience store that’s open.  Asking if anyone is headed to Huntsville.  “No, we live just around the corner.”  “Just coming in for some ice; our power is out.”  Etc.  There’s a gas station across the street with a long line, so we cross the highway and start asking everyone in sight if they’re going to Huntsville.  More of the same.  No.

So we start walking again.  

A few minutes later, a car pulls up, and a lady says she heard we needed a ride to Huntsville, and she was on her way to the airport.  She gave us a ride and dropped us at a shopping center a few blocks from home.  Thank you so much Celina!!!!!   

When we arrived home, there is a note on our door from a neighbor.  My sister’s boyfriend has been able to get ahold of him and they are frantic to hear from us.  (Remember, we didn’t have any phone service since Wednesday’s big storm disasters.  We had planned to call home when we got to Atlanta.  Also, mind you, it’s several hours after Jessica was expecting us in Atlanta, too.)  Thankfully, there were some guys on the street, one of whom had a working cell phone so we were able to place a quick call to Texas and ask my mom to call a whole list of people for us.

So we’ve been going to Target every morning, (because they had a generator) and getting buying canned things to eat for the day.  Exciting.  Culinary adventure.  

Saturday was the first day we had phone service, so I spent a long time assuring people in different states we were okay.  And explaining to my mom and dad why I had not gotten to Atlanta and hitchhiked home.

Sunday we drove to Birmingham to hear Diana’s oboe recital.  (Fun!)  and meet with our realtor to write up an offer.  In the 100-ish miles of I-65 we passed SIX areas where it was abundantly clear that tornados had crossed the freeway.  Trees, power lines, light poles, and houses were seriously damaged and destroyed.  Folks, that’s a lot of tornados.

Monday I called my mom and had her google car repair shops near where my car was ditched, and after several phone calls myself, found a towing company and repair shop that were open for business.  So I drove back out to that familiar spot on the road and was pleasantly surprised to find my car still intact.  Someone had tried to jimmy a window, but no one had broken in, and the car hadn’t been hit.  It’s a rather beat-up 16-year-old car and it’s going to be an expensive fix.  And I forgot to leave my key at the repair place until I was ten miles down the road again.  Had to turn around...  At least it’s a beautiful area in the Appalacians so I had scenery to view on the drive!

Tuesday evening - power returns.  Hopefully end of grand drama adventure story.  Although I still will have to go out to retrieve my car.

Hoping to go out and help in the community tomorrow before I teach...

Back-Blog #6: Generosity, love, interruptions


Generosity, love, interruptions

Monday, November 29, 2010 


I knew what to do when I found the newborn squirrel alone on the sidewalk.  I knew what to do when two kittens were abandoned outside my apartment.  I knew what to do when I found the injured dog lying in the middle of a rural highway. 

I wasn't as sure what to do when I met a lady at the gas station asking for money for food.  I don't think I made the right choice.   I wanted to love her, too, but I don't trust people as easily as animals.  And love doesn't just mean doing what the other wants but rather what's best for them.  I don't know much about that lady's situation - whether what she told me was true and whether she really was hungry.  On second thought, I should have invited her to go across the street to the grocery store and gotten her what she wanted.  If she'd wanted money for some other purpose (e.g. drugs), she would have declined the offer.  I would have had a chance to talk with her as we walked in the aisles choosing her groceries, and learned how else I could have offered to help her, even if it were only something specific she would like me to pray for her about. 

I never carry cash, mainly because I want to be able to tell people who ask for money, honestly, that I don't have any on me.  But I want to be more willing to be interrupted and be willing to give people time. I have been given the resources of time and money for a reason, and it's not so I can live a comfortable lifestyle and pursue personal happiness.  Some day maybe I will be in that lady's shoes, in need of help, and embarrassed to ask for it. I hope that people would be more generous with me than I was with that lady. But today I do have the ability to purchase what a needy person asks for -  on a card (yes, it is payed off every month in full).  I hope next time I will make the right choice.  I think that someone who is spinning a yarn will walk away from a real and generous offer.  A self-centered life is built moment by moment, and each little step helps create the larger trajectory. So is a life of love.  I hope that my next opportunity will be recognized and grasped, rather than squandered, while I give thanks to the God who loves each of us so much.

Back-Blog #5: Christmas letter (minus the pictures)


Christmas letter (minus the pictures)

 Tuesday, January 11, 2011 


Happy New Year Friends and Family!

At the very end of 2010, I learned the phrase “time optimistic” from Scott, my sister-in-law Sara’s boyfriend. Time optimism is an ailment which afflicts him, causing him to erroneously believe he can fit more things into a given slot of time than is actually or sanely possible.  I was glad to learn this phrase, because it describes the summer of 2010 very well. 

Some time back, Jared was offered his first college teaching job at Oakwood University in Huntsville, Alabama (employment for which we are very thankful!!!!)  So the summer involved a move from New York to Alabama with two angry cats, Gregory and Black Bean, in the back seat.  It also involved:  ...trying to fit in many final lessons, recitals, and concerts with all my Rochester students before leaving (I really miss them!)  ...Jared taking a teacher training course in Boston, and me taking a teacher training course in Wisconsin ...a visit to Huntsville to find a place to live (turns out we live somewhere other than the place we found, but that’s another story) ...doing a recording project with our pianist Doleen in Rochester (wherein Murphy’s Law struck more than once) ...a camping/hiking trip in the Adirondacks before we moved south ...my friend Beth’s wedding in Minnesota.   My parents visited on both ends of the move to help, and my grandmother came along the second time.  Thanks, folks!  

I never imagined living in Alabama, but it turns out I like Huntsville quite a lot, except for the sad lack of snow.  However, there are some beautiful hills, and I am amused by my regular drives past the NASA visitor center, where old rockets stand on their ends, curious archaeological relics of another, more enthusiastic era.  I’ve already made some great violin-teacher friends, and we’ve found a church to call home here.  (The pastor is English, but that’s not the only reason we like it.)  Huntsville is the smallest town I’ve ever lived in, but it’s very cosmopolitan due to the military installation, NASA, and all the universities.  

Oakwood University has an interesting history.  It was founded by the Seventh-day Adventist Church in 1896 to educate ex-slaves, and it is built on a former plantation.  It is still Adventist, and it is still primarily Black.  Jared’s job is to create a string program for the college out of thin air, which it turns out is rather challenging, and it involves teaching lots of secondary piano classes.  (Those of you who have been to music school know how eager secondary piano students usually are.)  One of his job perks is that either he or I can take one class per semester free, so in the fall I took a child development class.  I learned a lot, both academically and culturally from the class members and professor and from spending time in the campus preschool, where I was the only White person.  This spring I am planning to take a race relations class, which I hope will be similarly interesting!

While visiting the Oregon Zoo with Jared’s parents recently, Jared and I both thought it would be fun to work in a zoo.  But it turns out we live in one.  In November, we added to the Ballance menagerie when we found two abandoned kittens on the sidewalk outside our building.  Their names are Feathers and Nutmeg.