Who knew that as a student in Environmental Geography, I'd be given an idea for a new playlist.
Here is the list of tunes we listened to today, and my current playlist.
Eco Session
"Blowin' In The Wind" - Bob Dylan
"Man and His Environment" - Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown
"Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology)" - Marvin Gaye
"Only So Much Oil In The Ground" - Tower of Power
"The Price of Oil" - Billy Bragg (I'm still attempting to locate this one)
"Dragonfly" - Ziggy Marley
"Gone" - Jack Johnson
"Excuse Me Mr." - Ben Harper
"Last Great American Whale" - Lou Reed
Definitely different than my usual taste, but I definitely dig. Makes for a fun school playlist.
4.27.2005
4.22.2005
the ONE campaign
Please check out The ONE campaign. You can visit the website below, or click on the title of this post to take you there. This is a campaign put together to bring an end to poverty. I am still in the early stages of learning and getting involved... I finally realized that action, no matter how small, is better than no action. I hope you're able to take a few seconds to visit this site. Watch the video, read a little bit of information, and if you feel so moved, sign the petition or buy a wristband or do both.
Thanks for listening.
www.one.org
Thanks for listening.
www.one.org
4.10.2005
millions
Check out the trailer for this movie (click on the title of the entry). It's such a great movie. I would recommend it to anyone. I'll write a lengthier review sometime soon, but for now, check out the trailer and GO SEE IT! It's so great.
seasons
I just wrote my first review for Relevant. It was a review of the self titled CD by a band called The Bravery. It's sort of a reinvention or ressurrection of new wave music. They sound a little like The Killers. Anyway, I started out the review, "To everything there is a season..." And I feel like that is so true right now. I feel like seasons are such a common thing, and I'm still trying to adjust to their existence.
Spring just arrived. We've only recently started to have warm breezes, cooling thunderstorms, and yes, ladybugs. It seems like ladybugs are a sure sign of warm weather. As spring has approached, drawing winter to an end, so have other things drawn to an end.
For those of you who don't know, I have decided to leave the church that I have attended just shy of 5 years. This was a difficult decision, and for those of you who would like to know why, feel free to email me or give me a call and we can talk about it. But I feel as though it is another season, like winter, that has come to an end. I was talking about with a friend of mine yesterday, and we were describing that it felt like we were graduating from high school, and all about to head in different directions. That's a pretty good description, because it's pretty close to how I feel. But while there is some pain behind this movement, there is also an excitement. While it's the end of one chapter, it's the beginning of another. I know, I know... Total cliche crap. But hey, it's true.
Another season I feel is changing is my transition from being a kid into adulthood. Granted, this probably should have happened a long time ago, but when I turned 25 last weekend, I really began to feel like, "Wow, I'm a full fledged adult." I had so many plans for where I would be when I was 25. When I was 18, I was sure I'd be married, have either a career or a kid, and be well on my way in life. Right now, I'm a college student who still lives at home, single, and no clue what she wants to do with the rest of her life. However, I feel all of that about to change. I don't know why. I don't know how I got this feeling, what I'm going to do with it, or where it will lead me, but I feel like "direction" is just around the corner, and I'm about to hit it head on. Let's hope that's the case.
So a few seasons are coming to a close and just about to start. It'll be interesting to see what season comes next.
Spring just arrived. We've only recently started to have warm breezes, cooling thunderstorms, and yes, ladybugs. It seems like ladybugs are a sure sign of warm weather. As spring has approached, drawing winter to an end, so have other things drawn to an end.
For those of you who don't know, I have decided to leave the church that I have attended just shy of 5 years. This was a difficult decision, and for those of you who would like to know why, feel free to email me or give me a call and we can talk about it. But I feel as though it is another season, like winter, that has come to an end. I was talking about with a friend of mine yesterday, and we were describing that it felt like we were graduating from high school, and all about to head in different directions. That's a pretty good description, because it's pretty close to how I feel. But while there is some pain behind this movement, there is also an excitement. While it's the end of one chapter, it's the beginning of another. I know, I know... Total cliche crap. But hey, it's true.
Another season I feel is changing is my transition from being a kid into adulthood. Granted, this probably should have happened a long time ago, but when I turned 25 last weekend, I really began to feel like, "Wow, I'm a full fledged adult." I had so many plans for where I would be when I was 25. When I was 18, I was sure I'd be married, have either a career or a kid, and be well on my way in life. Right now, I'm a college student who still lives at home, single, and no clue what she wants to do with the rest of her life. However, I feel all of that about to change. I don't know why. I don't know how I got this feeling, what I'm going to do with it, or where it will lead me, but I feel like "direction" is just around the corner, and I'm about to hit it head on. Let's hope that's the case.
So a few seasons are coming to a close and just about to start. It'll be interesting to see what season comes next.
anniversary
Yesterday was the one year anniversary of Michelle Wimter's death.
I think about that family quite often, and wonder how one processes such an event, and attempts to move on. I know that they have. I know they're a strong family. I know they have things to look forward to and celebrate in their family. But I also know it must still feel fresh for them too, and I know they're a tight family and so I'm sure they feel it every day.
I love them lots. I don't always show it to them, and let them know they mean a lot to me, but they do.
I will continue to think about them and pray for them as they enter their second year without Michelle.
I think about that family quite often, and wonder how one processes such an event, and attempts to move on. I know that they have. I know they're a strong family. I know they have things to look forward to and celebrate in their family. But I also know it must still feel fresh for them too, and I know they're a tight family and so I'm sure they feel it every day.
I love them lots. I don't always show it to them, and let them know they mean a lot to me, but they do.
I will continue to think about them and pray for them as they enter their second year without Michelle.
4.02.2005
culture envy
I never really fully fit into the world of art. That "artsy" side of me has always been there, and I'd like to consider myself creative, but I've never been able to say "I'm an artist." When I was at Judson, I can remember there being times where I strongly desired to be just like the art majors surrounding me. However, I just didn't find the appeal in Vampire Hunter D, or other such japanese animation, my interest in comic books was lacking, and I was quite positive I didn't dig Buffy. Art culture #1 I didn't belong to.
I have a friend who's a graffiti artist - or rather, was a graffiti artist. He's a skater, has the dread thing going on, and has who knows how many tatoos. He's one of my favorite people. But in my khaki's, button down shirt, and bobbed hair, I don't exactly fit into to the "skater" realm either. Granted, I made a valiant attempt to learn how to skateboard (and might I say, I wasn't THAT bad), but that's definitely a world that is not my own.
Then there's the political activist artists.
The top notch, sophisticated, corporate bound graphic designers.
The "I'm angry with the world" artists.
The people who have hands that are permanently clay-caked.
The reclusives.
The rebels.
If you step out of the world of physical visual art (fine art/graphic design) and consider the film and music realm, it's the same thing. If you don't know everything there is to know about film or music, don't even try to pretend like you do. They'll see right through you, and mention something so completely obscure that even the originator is hazey as to its existence.
I feel like I can grab from each of these categories, compiling some form of "mut" artist, who's skill is lacking but passion is there. I love art. I love to be creative. I have millions of ideas in my head with no satisfactory way of expressing them.
But I'm not an artist. I can't keep up in conversation with an artist. And I don't fit into their culture... at least, not entirely.
But I so desire to be a part it.
I guess you could say I have a bit of culture envy.
I have a friend who's a graffiti artist - or rather, was a graffiti artist. He's a skater, has the dread thing going on, and has who knows how many tatoos. He's one of my favorite people. But in my khaki's, button down shirt, and bobbed hair, I don't exactly fit into to the "skater" realm either. Granted, I made a valiant attempt to learn how to skateboard (and might I say, I wasn't THAT bad), but that's definitely a world that is not my own.
Then there's the political activist artists.
The top notch, sophisticated, corporate bound graphic designers.
The "I'm angry with the world" artists.
The people who have hands that are permanently clay-caked.
The reclusives.
The rebels.
If you step out of the world of physical visual art (fine art/graphic design) and consider the film and music realm, it's the same thing. If you don't know everything there is to know about film or music, don't even try to pretend like you do. They'll see right through you, and mention something so completely obscure that even the originator is hazey as to its existence.
I feel like I can grab from each of these categories, compiling some form of "mut" artist, who's skill is lacking but passion is there. I love art. I love to be creative. I have millions of ideas in my head with no satisfactory way of expressing them.
But I'm not an artist. I can't keep up in conversation with an artist. And I don't fit into their culture... at least, not entirely.
But I so desire to be a part it.
I guess you could say I have a bit of culture envy.
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