Gilbert's Tenets

It's taken me quite some time to both fully get into and appreciate Elizabeth Gilbert's book, Eat Pray Love, but it's one of those reads better once it steaps a bit. And, actually, that's one of the inspirations of the book...it makes you want to tuck a little bit of time away each day just to think a little more. Whether on the way you're doing things, why you're doing them as you are, what you're eating, with whom you're talking, what you're talking about or simply where to go to next, this book validates your every thought.

This life has such potential, especially now, to make you want to move ultra fast, sometimes forgetting all together what your motivations are or what you want them to be. What Gilbert says, and most eloquently so, is that we all need to put some more thought into things. For her, it's about her yoga practices and spirituality, but at the base of those like most other things is really just inspiration. What inspires you? And is that inspiration centered as it needs to be? Or is it sort of reckless?

Throughout the book, you get an intimate look at Gilbert's (sometimes incredibly embarrassing) thought processes, motivations and inspiration. She makes amazing leaps in the areas of honesty (both with herself and others) and love. She takes down the artifice and suffers through the journey to getting real. I am close to the end, not yet finished, but I can safely say at this point that this book is a good guide to being human and becoming better at being just that...human.

Whether looking for a good laugh, clever writing or just an adventure to Italy, India and Indonesia, you will probably enjoy this read. The title definitely wins the prize for three great tenets around which we could all stand to organize our lives. Try it out.

Another Reason to Love NY...

There are so many reasons to love New York City. Today, however, I had a chance meeting with a lady that made me add a new reason to my list. With all of the speculation outside of New York about New Yorkers and their distant and oftentimes cold dispositions, I met a lady today who proves them all wrong. I ran to an appointment downtown, and as I waited for the elevator, latest read in hand (A Thousand Splendid Suns), I noticed her kind of staring at me in my peripheral vision. My first response, as I think most would have it as well, was to think to myself, "Why do people have to stare? It's so rude." Now, mind you, if I'm the one doing the staring, then there must be a very good reason for it, but if I'm the object of inspection, then I have very different feelings about it.

In any case, she broke the awkward elevator anticipatory silence with a question: "How is that one? I read The Kite Runner and loved it." I told her I wasn't too far in, but that I really enjoyed getting Hosseini's powerful writing from the perspective of a female protagonist after such a powerful account from his male protagonist in The Kite Runner. She went on to tell me about how much she loved The Bookseller of Kabul as well, perhaps even more. She also added an anecdote about her friend's Afghani husband, but for some reason that didn't mean quite as much to me.

The moral of the story: New Yorkers are not distant and cold. They've been more apt than perhaps any other group of people in any of my other globetrotting experiences to strike up a conversation--and those conversations are usually pretty interesting. Case in point!

Bookswim

Because I have not been able to hop right into my new digs and begin living as the New Jersian and NYC commuter that I now am, I have had a few things pop up as problematic. Trust me, a permanent address takes you far in this world, and the absence of one can be pretty frustrating. For the most part, the things that have been most bothersome are those that are the most normal everyday type things.

One of my favorite things, and to be completely honest probably the top thing on my list of favorite things, are books. Ever since I was a young kid, I've marveled at books as most do at money or big star sightings. In fact, as I've slowly moved from West Virginia to New Jersey, one of my biggest concerns has been where or how I will find the perfect bookcase on which I can display my collection. I resolved to invest in a "grown up" bookcase, so I passed on my set of bookshelves from Staples to my niece. So, now I have lots of boxes of books and no way to display them. To me, this is a big deal because they're all hidden away, not giving me half of the pleasure I get from merely seeing them all lined up on their shelves.

In any case, I used to love heading to the library to grab up a few good reads each month. However, I really don't have a good way of proving I'm a permanent resident, well, anywhere. So, I have had difficulty doing anything that requires that proof--like getting a library card. So, when I asked a friend at work, who lives in the city, if she had a library card that I may be able to use for one round before I get permanently settled, she presented a fabulous idea. She said she would forward to me the name of an online service that's like Netflix but for books. Can you imagine the excitement that I felt? I had never even considered this concept because I always had my library sitting conveniently nearby, and I worked hours that made it very convenient to pop in and out.

I went on the Internet to surf and find the service my friend spoke of, and sure enough it was there! It's called Bookswim. I realize that both the DVD mail service and this newly discovered service really only support the claim that we're becoming a people with insatiable appetites for anything and everything material, but I have to give them both two thumbs up. There promises to be a future blog entry, describing the Bookswim experience!

The Workplace: Is Its Time Up?

A conversation at work today brought something to my attention that I hadn't really considered before now. There is not a real big reason for folks to come to work anymore.

With the internet and all of the other forms of technology that have been developed, anyone can telecommute from just about anywhere. The concept of office settings was the natural result of needing a team of employees, working separate aspects of projects, to come together in order to communicate needs or offer support to one another. Now, we have phones, PDAs, the BlackBerry, computers, etc. Many of my co-workers and others spend so much time outside of the office anyhow. But, whether on travel or taking time off, they manage to keep in touch and things, for the most part, remain on track. It seems, on the surface at least, that a new organizational set up such as more working from home wouldn't create that much of a change. Think about the ramifications of this who trend: commercial real estate, office supplies and furniture industry, mass transit. They would all experience huge changes.

So, I ask, what is the value add of the office setting this day in age? Can we safely say that it's at the beginnings of being phased out?

Hello, Fall...Goodbye, Summer?

I'm not sure there's anyone who can say they truly dislike summer. But, I will admit that I am not its biggest fan. The extremes--both summer and winter--tend to make me long for the more moderate and unpredictable days of fall and spring. There's nothing I completely dislike about summer or winter, but they seem to get old much more quickly for me while the other two seasons don't seem quite long enough. A lot of people have commented on how quickly this summer has passed, and I guess it has. However, I am not mourning its end as some do.

Some sure signs that summer will soon be history...

I like the fact that my new fellow Jersians are waiting with bated breath for the summer shore population to go home and stop intruding on their turf. I like it that fall clothes are starting to show up in stores and that magazines are showcasing the new fall fashion trends. I have a friend from home who reminded me that WVU's football season will kick off next week, and I have been able to catch a few takes of preseason NFL games hitting the networks. Another friend of mine has already started her search for the ideal Halloween costume for this year's celebration. And last, but surely not least, there's the fact that pumpkin is slowly working its way back into menues nationwide; one of its first appearances--Dunkin' Donuts' pumpkin donut.

In addition to all of this, I highly anticipate the return of television. Summer has proven a great time to catch some new trial run shows like Heartland and The Closer. I've also had the chance to try out the 1st season of Weeds due to the summer hiatus that all of my regular shows take. All of this TV novelty has been great, but I have to say that the return of the Grey's Anatomy crew as well as Desperate Housewives and Brothers & Sisters will be just a smidge more fulfilling.

Back to School

There's definitely one thing that has never changed for me: I love school. I love virtually every aspect of it. There were always those days I really wished it were optional rather than mandatory--just think of how great that would be. But, other than those days, I am an academic addict.

I began to realize how true this really is as the same old back to school fever lit up inside of me despite the fact that...well...I am a student no more. There's no classroom in my near future. But, as the back to school ads have geared up, and the stories of preparations for the school year have been told to me, I have taken on this permanent state of nostalgia for anything connected.

Years ago...almost 20 to be exact...I started to walk the couple of neighborhood blocks late in August to jump into the school year fun. I would go roam the halls of Park View Elementary School, helping everyone to get their bulletin boards all set and decorated. It was as if I wanted to hurry them along so that we could just start the year already. I can literally smell the halls of the school that is now a professional building. I can see the gymnasium where I learned to master the art of running under the collapsing parachute as my classmates hoisted it in the air. That same gymnasium held the stage where I played the lead female role of Katrina Van Tassel in The Headless Horseman--my 3rd grade theater debut.

Even in high school, some of my best memories are those from playing the part of lab assistant to the Chemistry teacher--she shall remain anonymous, but she was the best teacher because a) she made chemistry fun and b) she told us stories of going to see The Doors in concert and told cautionary tales wisely disguised as edgy stories from the days of the hippies. Why is it that so many high school kids love hippies? Maybe it was just an era during my years.

Now, I have friends who are teachers. I have friends who are lucky enough to still be stalling the brave new world of adulthood, basking in the eternal youth that comes with academia and grad classes. I have young people around me who are preparing for their return. And I'm totally envious of them all. Happy trails to all who will soon be journeying down the path of the 2007-08 school year!

Beachin' Solo

I went to a beach called Sea Bright in New Jersey today. If you happened to wake up in virtually any part of New Jersey today, you would have wondered why any fool would've headed to the shore. All I can say is a red flag day at a Jersey beach can be a perfect day of bliss for those who prefer the less busy shore--like empty. To me, though, rough waves and an empty beach is just as beautiful as any pristine day at the shore. To look up and look down the shore and see no one in sight and only beach and sea as far as the eye can see is perfect. I definitely suggest it for something different to do on a rainy day. Pull up the hoodie, set the iPod on shuffle and just walk. It will be just you, the gulls and the ocean.

Here's Looking at You

A new pitfall of public transportation: being stuck for something to look at for the ride. This is probably the worst while on the subway. You're in such close quarters usually, and everyone is painfully searching for something that they can focus on. This is usually a successful move if gazing at the various advertisements in your car. You're golden if you've brought along your own reading or entertainment. But, in the case that you're stuck going in search of your focus, it can be a downright desperate search. I am a fan of the advertisements, regardless of how boring they are or how far from my interest the advertised product or service is from my own, they always pull through when you need them most. The worst, though, is when you go in search and either due to your position or your car, there is absolutely nothing to turn to for gazing. As a result, I usually start out looking down, but then I realize that others probably look at me and think I'm in some deep mourning or something. If this does happen, and I'm stuck looking down, then I've found it's important to look as though you're in deep thought. That look also lends to your credibility as a seasoned traveler, I think.

In any case, I usually try to find something...anything...to get fixed on. In the process of searching, if I happen to meet the eyes of another commuting New Yorker, then I am quickly reminded that the myth of New Yorkers who don't stare is just that...a myth. In fact, just about everytime I have met the eyes of another, it's me who has to break the eye contact. They're kind of intimidating like that. But, then again, I always remind myself, they're just another passenger on the same train, looking for something to stare at for a few stops. And if I can be of service in providing myself as a focal point, then I'm happy to oblige. I just hope when I do happen to choose another person as my focus that they aren't quick to judge me as strange or rude. After all, appreciating the beauty of others (or quirks) is a cornerstone of culture!

The History of Today

Today is an important day. I'm sure that can be said for most, if not all days. But, I decided today was a day to be commemorated on A Tribute to Life. Little did I know how much had happened on this day. So, jump into my time machine and enjoy the journey...

• In 1875: Samuel Coleridge-Taylor was born


• In 1914: Panama Canal opens to traffic


• In 1935: Will Rogers was killed in a plane crash


• In 1939: The Wizard of Oz premiered in Hollywood, CA. Judy Garland became famous for the movie's song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow."


• In 1940: Air battles and daylight raids over Britain began in WWII.


• In 1945: WWII ended


• In 1948: CBS-TV inaugurated the first nightly news broadcast with anchorman Douglas Edwards.


• In 1961: East Germans began construction of the Berlin Wall


• In 1965: The Beatles set a record for having the largest single crowd at a concert at Shea Stadium in New York. Attendance was 56,000.


• In 1969: The Woodstock Music and Art Fair began in Bethel, NY. The three-day concert featured 24 bands and drew over 400,000 people


• In 1972: A dear friend of mine, Cindy Whitecotton, whose flame would be blown out all too early was born.


• In 1991: Paul Simon played a free concert at New York's Central Park in front of an estimated 750,000 people


• In 2001: Chandra Levy's parents appeared on CNN's "Larry King Live." They discussed Levy's disappearance on April 30, 2001.

Morning Obsession

My new morning life requires an earlier rise, minus a homemade pot of coffee and minus the time to eat breakfast...or the desire to at that early hour. So, over the past month, I've tried some different ideas. I've brought food in with me, I've gotten coffee at the train station, and I've gone without both some mornings. None of these got it for me.

Then, one morning, I decided to try a street vendor on the 53rd Street side of our building since a co-worker had suggested it. He had said that the coffee was the best, so I ventured there with high expectations. Dangerous, I know, but in the end, I found the coffee to be completely delightful. Every sip tastes just the way I like my coffee to taste. Bold, but not too bold, smooth and made to order with cream and sugar. This was phase one of the building of my breakfast routine.

A few days after falling into this routine, I decided to venture out once again. This time, I decided I would not just get my coffee, I would try a morning treat that the vendor had to sell. This was quite the decision since the cart is packed full of all of the best morning goodies--muffins of every kind, bagels of every kind and donuts of most kinds. I decided, though, that I would go with the plane Jane of them all...the croissant. This morning marked the official start of a breakfast utopia for me.

I now visit this vendor each and every morning, asking for the same order most if not all mornings. The only deviation is my occasional passing on the croissant. However, I can admit that from the time I wake until I'm walking into 666 Fifth Avenue, brown bag in hand, all I can think about is taking in the luscious coffee and croissant.

Opening Pandora's Box in the World of Music

I introduce you to my newest obsession. To some, it will be a great find, I hope. To others, it's probably old news. In any case, as my officemate and I went in search of some tunes for the day, I opted for some internet radio. I headed for MSN.com to use they're radio, and to my surprise, this new-fangled message popped up, informing me that MSN has now partnered with Pandora to provide better radio service. Let me tell you that this is some fantastic stuff! A sample of the player or radio screen is above--very easy to use. Perhaps the best feature of the tool is that you can type in an artist or song and a customized mix of songs is automatically created for you, and that mix mirrors the style of that artist or song you typed in.

I think this is fantastic. Try it out!

What Are We Thinking?

Several world events have caused me to start thinking more about what we all think about all day, every day. Whereas I used to look at events such as violent acts and disasters or tragic events with sadness, I have begun to think very differently about them. Now, I look at events such as the Minneapolis bridge collapse and the senseless murder of three teens and wounding of one other in Newark, NJ, and I wonder what we are all doing. There have been so many convincing statements that things will now change since these things have happened, but why would it take the things happening for our brilliant breed to realize that some action is required? Are we not smart enough to see with every new invention, there needs to be plans to help ensure safety and improve on the original ideas as we continue to study the inventions evolution? Are we not smart enough to devise plans for violence prevention, especially in those areas most prone to it? Why does it take death and destruction for us to shape up?

Another tiresome example of this theory would, undoubtedly, be our post 9/11 behavior. Okay, so we create this brilliant task force for Homeland Security. However, I read on a news ticker last week that very few, if any, of the state programs are indicating success in their programs. So, will we wait to come up with an alternative after some other disaster of epic proportions hits? It's as though the human race has decided it does its best thinking during crises. I am pretty sure this theory has been proven wrong, however our eternal commitment to progress seems to be lagging in this particular case.

So, if we are doing our best thinking during crises, my only question left is what are we thinking about the rest of the time? It seems a huge waste to me to spend all of our time reacting and none of it preventing. It's along the same lines as only appreciating something once it's gone. Brings to mind the saying of "Too little, too late."

A New Chapter

The past few months have led up to the official start of a brand new chapter in my life. After returning to my hometown for a brief reprieve, I have accepted a new position in the Marketing department of the international law firm for which I work--Orrick. This was no small change, for I have gone from the small and insular Wheeling, WV, to New York, NY. Just a hop, skip and a jump, right?!

After much debate, I opted for suburban living in Belford, NJ. So, I commute into the city each day of the week to our Midtown office. It's been a whole lot of change in very little time, so as a brief summary, I've come up with the following list of things that never entered my mind but are now a part of the very fabric of my life:

1. Shore Season. Living in a land-locked region rather than a coastal area is a drastic difference in setting for several obvious reasons. However, the Jersey shore season pretty much dictates any major traffic and/or driving decisions. Now that I live within 10-15 minutes from the beach, I have to remain constantly aware of the looming possibility that shore traffic could present major delays--mostly on Thursday and Sunday evenings.

2. Public Transportation. My days of hopping in my garage-kept car, only to drive about 5 minutes in a traffic-free setting to get to work are gone. In their place lies trains, buses and subways. Due to a slight delay in moving into my new apartment, my public transportation adventures have pretty much run the gamet. Overall, it's spelled out very early mornings, patient waits, and the occasional very late nights. Also, I will never need to invest in a gym membership again. No matter how early or on time I am, New Yorkers and my other fellow commuters have taught me that it never means you're off the hook for a panicked run through the subway station, Port Authority or Penn Station. Who cares if you're on time...you could make the earlier subway, train or bus if you haul it!

3. Philadelphia. That's right, the city of brotherly love that was once where I called home has now reentered my daily conscience. Since it's now just a couple hours off, I have made two trips down, enjoying time with those who made me miss the city most.

4. Jughandles and Roundabouts. The only other time in life when I thought of these was when I was studying abroad in Ireland. Little did I know that they would become second nature for me. Apparently, New Jersey shares the great love of left turn avoidance that Ireland also acknowledges. They're kind of fun...keep you on your toes and switches it up a bit. I hear they're supposed to make for safer roads, but then I am puzzled as to why car insurance in New Jersey is known for being astronomically expensive and complicated.

Philosophical Theory of the Day

I admittedly ponder all things deep probably way too often. In fact, the most natural major in school for me probably would have been philosophy, but literature added a little pizzazz and ended up being a great choice.

In any case, I spent most of this week horizontal on my couch due to the dreaded flu. I got more than a good dose of daytime TV as a result. I rarely watch Oprah, if ever. She kind of just rubs me the wrong way, but I do admit that she can occasionally touch on things that are pretty good. One of those "things," as I discovered yesterday is Rabbi Shmuley. This man is incredibly dynamic and exciting to listen to. He often returns to a core message, which can be annoying on some level, but the message is a good one: "Much of the disintegration that has taken place in American society rests in a poor and rigid definition of success." He went on many tangents with this, some that I agreed with and others I didn't.

If you take a few minutes, though, and think about the larger implications of this statement, it's a terrible downward spiral to be stuck within. If you pigeonhole yourself within one definition of success, then you totally lose touch with your everyday little successes. On top of that, you become one miserable and terribly driven person (not that I can at all relate). For instance, most would look at their careers or schooling as their indicators of success. But, if you put your all into that, then you drain yourself for all other successes you should work on as well--family, self, etc.

So, the next time you hear someone babbling on about their degrees or what not, take a moment to drill them on the concept of success. Go ahead, be a good friend and do so.

An Unlikely Lineup

As I have gradually slipped out of school mode, a mode that demanded lots of my time both inside and outside of the classroom, I have started to use a bit more of my time to take in some shows. Many of the shows that I have ended up really enjoying are those that no one has recommended to me. This is a major feat for me because there were times before when I clearly remember having absolutely no idea what was on TV. I never watched! And when I did, it was to tune into CNN or the Weather Channel. Thank goodness, those habits have since been placed on the backburner, and I am now building my TV repretoire. In addition to some recommendations, I have branched out. And what's most interesting to me is the random and, for the most part, unrelated selections I make. Drumroll, please...here are my top 5 shows for this season:

1: Extreme Home Makeover. I know, I know. I'm sorry, but this show is like a drug for me. Not only do I get a good dose of humanity and generosity from some very attractive men, but I get a few good tips on decorating my new place!

2: House. Probably one of the most messed up and unrealistic samples of medical drama. However, I think this is what draws me to it. You get the medical mystery that makes you watch to the end, but you also have these super weird dynamics between characters. Fascinating.

3: Scrubs. Always a great dose of comedy and, again, some medical mystery. Looking back, maybe I was meant to go into the field!...Nah...it's much more fun when the stakes are no higher than me liking or disliking an episode.

4: Ugly Betty. And for the wild card...In all honesty, it's another example of duality. On the one hand, it's about the struggle for one to remain who they are despite their changing surroundings. And the other part is simply the tacky and incredibly pathetic goings on with the others in the workplace.

5: Grey's Anatomy. It's just good. The sex, the medical drama, the incredibly good looking hospital staff. Maybe people wouldn't mind the hospital so much if all doctors and support staff looked this way for real!

It's been good TV karma so far this year. And when you throw in the occasional Saturday mornings of oldies like Spin City and Dharma and Greg, you've got endless entertainment!

Details

Nothing gets me more than thinking people. And I should add that those who have to pay attention to the smallest of details truly blow my mind on a regular basis.

Through work, I received a BlackBerry device. This little gadget has several functions--e-mail, internet, phone--and it has become my newest and most beloved appendage. A co-worker gave me the grand idea of nicknaming it the CrackBerry rather than BlackBerry, which is most fitting. In any case, I recently upgraded from the 7000 to the 8000 series. It was my Christmas gift to myself. Merry Christmas to me. Little did I know that this move would be blogworthy.

It's not so much that the actual change is blogworthy. It's more a feature on the new BlackBerry that is blogworthy. As you can see on the picture, there are icons on the homescreen. They cover everything from e-mail to tasks to settings. My two favorite, though, are for the alarm and the calendar. When you scroll over these two, they display a magic that is only second to that of Harry Potter. The calendar page lifts, showing a different day when you're on it, and the alarm time displayed on the icon actually changes from "7:14" to "7:15." I don't know if this is as amazing to you as it was to me, but it made me think long and hard about whose job it is to come up with such ideas. Who was sitting where when they thought, "Hey! The calendar icon should switch from 1 to 2 when you scroll over it and the alarm clock should change time--and that time should be 7:14 and 7:15." Ahh the depths and abilities of the human mind.

Is Knowledge Really Power?

I happened to pick up a copy of The Know-It-All by A.J. Jacobs on my last trip to the library. Ironically, Jacobs struck a nerve for me, which he surely didn't mean to do, but the entire reading choice lapsed into eternal irony as a result. The premise for his book is that after he finished his college years, he began to feel himself dumbing down in a way. He felt like he had gone from learning and expanding his cache of knowledge to a static state on the couch, absorbing the images flashing before him on TiVo. So, he ventures to read the entire Encyclopedia Britannica to cure his bout of intellectual ague.

Well, I picked up Jacobs' book knowing only that it was the narrative of a man who had read the EB, hoping that this meant I could absorb all of his knowledge in a Cliffs Notes version of the intimidating volumes of knowledge. So, as I continue to drift through the chapters (all 26--each representing a letter of the alphabet), I'm seeing that this book has really benefitted me on several levels:

1. I'm not alone. I've realized that virtually all college-educated individuals go through the shock of feeling dumb after years of intellectual stimulation and usually follow that up with some stint of overcompensation.

2. Learning can be fun...and completely self-motivated. I was convinced that school was required to force one to continue progressing forward on the learning curve. This book has proven me wrong.

3. Books can make you laugh. I've laughed out loud more times that I care to admit in reading Jacobs' book. Just ask my downstairs neighbor.

4. Knowledge is nothing on its own. One of Jacobs' lessons and one that's hitting home for me as I move through the book is that simply taking in facts means absolutely nothing. Instead, the association of knowledge and the world at large is what brings wisdom to life.

5. Encyclopedias are eternally old. The information recorded in each edition of encyclopedias is outdated literally at publication. The times are what define the information and set the context. So, why aren't encyclopedias in the history section rather than reference?

Welcome Back, Blogger!

In gearing up for the New Year, along with all of the crazy resolution talk that accompanies it, my dusty old Tribute to Life came first to mind. I have undoubtedly missed the familiar white screen with its snazzy blue, white and orange banner at the top. But, the adjustment to full-time work and disillusionment with the non-academic life came as a shock, sending me into a brief yet all-encompassing stalemate. The past couple of months are a blurred mix of waking up, going to work, talking to way too many people on the phone, coming home exhausted, skipping dinner for a few extra minutes of pure couch time and bedtime. Sound boring? Well, it was! Interspersed in there was a trip to Seattle, which was very cool, but not nearly enough to compensate for the incredible drop in life excitement.

I am happy to report, however, that I have fully recovered and plan to get everything back on track (or to join my track in the case of new and great things). Probably the largest lesson learned is that transitions are definitely not about shedding the old and jumping into the new. It's about retaining much of the old and finding ways to incorporate the new. I got this all wrong. But, as my boss has told me many times, we unfortunately learn and retain the most in times of mistakes and lessons learned from those mistakes. Since I'm all about this human train of martyrdom, I guess I not only believe him but have experienced first hand how this works.

There will be plenty of blogs to catch up on all of that...but, I would like this blog to commemorate the incredible joy that comes from having kids around Christmas. This is not my secret blog code for "I want kids and now feel my biological clock ticking," it's merely a realization I fully experienced last night and today. My niece is 4 now while my nephew is 18 months. The two of them together, opening gifts and tinkering with all of their new toys, was nothing short of fulfilling. Their pure looks of happiness and excitement was all it took to complete my holiday. The gifts I received were great, but nothing held quite the impact of their displays. Probably my two favorite parts were when Sydni got tired of waiting for my brother and I to finish our X-Box game of Madden 2003, plopping down on my lap, blocking my view and refusing to move until I handed the controller over to her. It was similar to the moment she came to me last night during the adult gift exchange and wanted so badly to open my gifts. Thinking back to how much I was exactly like her as a kid, I handed them over. Not only did I get the joy of watching her...I got the gifts in the end!

Favorite moment number two was definitely Seth wanting to be shown how to play with some of his toys. He would patiently hand them over, looking at me, without any words, and just watched as I demonstrated. He would then calmly take back over like a pro. He also is the type that loves playing but loves staying close. So, as his play partners would move about, he would get up, move closer to them, and plop down next to their feet, legs or whatever was closest and resume his focused play. Fantastic to watch, I tell you.

This concludes the Christmas rambling. The title, by the way, is stolen from the late great "Welcome Back, Kodder!" which I saw for the very first time over this holiday weekend. What can I say? The greatest Christmas gifts don't come in packages at all. They're improvised moments--untouched by human modification.

Country Roads, Take Me Home

Yesterday, I took some time to do something I haven't done in awhile. While out in Philadelphia, it felt like every trip out of the house afforded a chance for me to explore and see new sights. What I seem to have forgotten in all of this is that there are so many sights and adventures that I've always loved back in West Virginia. So, I set out yesterday to rediscover some of these.

What I love about this area is that I can literally think of a point A and a point B, and I can make it from one to the next without ever encountering a stop light and sometimes I can even avoid encountering other drivers! There's a place that a good friend and I used to always go almost a decade ago, called Oklahoma Road. This road, probably more so than any other road I'm aware of, holds a huge cache of memories for me. I hadn't been on it for upwards of 7 years. The route to Oklahoma Road is called Stone Church Road. This was a place I spent lot of time as a child. My father's family was from up this road, out in the quiet and still of the country, and I also spent a lot of time out here because it was where my close friend, Cindy, was from. I love it that this was a place you could hit golfballs and never have a further thought of where they could have gone...but this does demand an endless supply.

Anyhow, I came to Oklahoma Road, which is a dirt/gravel road, so I turned onto it and set out on a blast to the past. While it may have always just been a road before where many memories are stored, yesterday there was something more to it. What I realized was that this road connects two very familiar areas for me--Stone Church and Dallas Pike. These are places that I could navigate probably blindfolded. However, towards the midpoint of this road, there's literally nothing but trees, grass, wildlife, etc. No houses. Barely traceable tire tracks. So, what's held in this road for me is a whole slew of memories and familiarity, but it also houses this unknown and unrecognizable aspect as well.

So, the country roads of West Virginia are nice for several reasons. They can take you home, as John Denver would argue, or they can lead you to places of serenity and still where it seems nothing exists but the road.

Oldies Discontent

As a friend and I had a conversation last night, which by the way cracked me up, I realized a very sad fact: TV Land just isn't what it set out to be. I used to watch Nick at Nite religiously because they always had the absolute best old shows on--I Love Lucy, The Mary Tyler Moore Show, Mister Ed, Bob Newhart, The Dick Van Dyke Show. Now, you tune into Nick at Nite, and you get Full House, The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, The Cosby Show, etc. These are not classics yet! As a 24-year-old, I should not be seeing shows that were on the regular networks as I grew up on Nick at Nite--a spot for the oldies but goodies. And I would also argue that shows like Full House have absolutely no business being slated there. Wonder Years? Possibly.

TV Land seems to be suffering from the same sort of nostalgic bust--in a slightly different context. I just think that the shows they are showing time and again are "bottom of the barrel" types from the classic TV era. While I'm sure Bonanza, Little House on the Prairie and the Jeffersons are all held in high regards in the minds of some, I happen to think they're "off hour" type shows. Primetime on TV Land should not include this lineup. Primetime should be those shows that I like! And I also disagree with having the same lineup every weeknight. This lacks variety, creativity and entertainment value.

Some shows have apparently slipped through the cracks completely. As I discussed Halloween costumes with my friend, Leslie, last night, we were laughing at some of her ideas, not so much because they're funny within themselves...more because they seem antiquated. And the inspiration was what seemed more antiquated than any other part of her ideas. The one that she brought up that got me on this TV Land kick was her mention of a hideous waitress costume she has. I made a random comment that if we had two, we could be a pair of waitresses from an old show...but that I didn't think there were any pairs of two waitresses. She begged to differ and asked if I hadn't ever heard of Alice. Alice? No. Mel's Diner? Vera? Flo? No. I had never even heard mention of this show! How could this be? The ignorance was well worth the laugh, but this helps to prove my point that a network like TV Land really owes it to its viewers to branch out!

Bottom line: I think TV Land and Nick at Nite need to both work to keep the real classics alive for sprouting generations. Just like some other priceless aspects of our 20th century culture (literature, history, etc.), this, too, will be lost if it's not kept alive.

Television's Homecoming

Fall is fantastic for several reasons. One of my favorite parts, though, is jumping back into the lives of my favorite casts. The month of September is always great because it's also a chance to check out either brand new shows or some shows that you've been meaning to catch but never could. And if the producers are suave and looking to gain a wider audience, then they do like the producers of Grey's Anatomy and recap the last season in clips and preview some of the coming storylines the hour before the season premier.

My favorites from last night had to be The Office and Grey's Anatomy. I have been a viewer of the BBC version of The Office; however, I have not stayed up on the happenings of the American version, which makes no sense because I really get the laugh out loud humor even more so on it than the BBC version. I like the BBC version (obviously, or I wouldn't have watched it), but it lacks those like Jim (who awesomely communicates with the camera), who really make the American version. For another fine review of last night's episode, check out The Midwestern Position.

Grey's Anatomy was one of those shows I sort of found by accident. I had heard others talk about it, but it didn't really sound like something I'd get into that easily. But, then I tuned in over the summer and watched virtually all repeats from last season. Dr. McDreamy is a major reason I continue to tune in, but the rest of the cast really catches the drama, irony and sarcasm that I enjoy in entertainment.

So, a wonderful night of TV...always a welcome change.

What Makes Home, Home

I've always been a huge fan of pets. Growing up, we always had a dog, the occasional cat, hermit crabs, fish, etc. I remember when we had to put a fairly young Brittany Spaniel pup down because she had epilepsy that just got progressively worse over time. My mom and I, especially, were devastated. I immediately began my campaign to get a new family dog. Eventually, Mom agreed, and we got Pete--the legendary Brittany Spaniel who's still around and will live on in the Chase family forever. I think Pete made me realize how I felt about animals...I agreed to stay home with him to train him while the family would go out for dinner outings, etc. It didn't bother me a bit! What mattered more to me at the time was that Pete was helping home feel more like home that it would have without him around.

This past month has been such an exciting one for me with getting my first big job, my first place of my own, etc. Perhaps my favorite part, though, just took place this past week when I took in my two men. Lewis (right in the picture above) and Clark (left in the picture above) are the official beginnings of my own nuclear family. I brought them home this past Wednesday, and they've already proven to me what loyal companions they will prove to be. They wrestle, practially run up and down the walls, eat their kitten food, play with anything that is mobile. But, the more tender times expose their affectionate side. They stand to wait for me to get ready in the mornings, they wander from room to room with me, they purr instantly upon contact, they crawl up onto my lap and bed down for some quiet time. These two boys have brightened my life.

Stay tuned for future adventures of Lewis 'n' Clark!

Explain this One

I am not posting a picture with my blog today. It's mainly because there's really no picture that deserves to be posted with such a topic. The topic to which I'm referring is the story of schoolteacher Debbie LaFave. Not only has this woman redefined the necessary mental and emotional capacities of our country's schoolteachers, she has also redefined sex offender--literally. She claims that she, indeed, committed a sexual offense; however, she denies being a sex offender. If someone could be so kind to explain this to me...it obviously breaks all rules of English vocabulary that I've ever been taught. Perhaps she has been taught differently.

It's unbelievably revolting to me that this woman would have the guts to try to deny that she's a sexual offender. She attempts to excuse for herself with the justification that she was suffering from bipolar disorder. This brings up two issues. One, when will the citizens of this country ever return to the original state of accountability in our judicial system? Ever since the dawning of modern-day psychology, our judicial system has become entangled in a mess of justifications and excuses for human behavior. Newsflash: there always has been and always will be mental strife in the human race, but it's personal responsibility to properly handle it...oneself. The second thing I wonder is when our media will stop giving those the spotlight who should not have it. I firmly believe that this was a situation where the interview should have taken place off camera and relayed through the reporter. This lady has absolutely no credibility anyhow...or so I hope...so why place her in front of the camera?

This situation of denial closely parallels the outlandish situation currently underway in an Iraqi courtroom where Saddam Hussein's judge is alleging, or rather confirming, that Hussein was not a dictator. He was only made to appear as if he were a dictator. Again, notice the shift in accountability. For me, both of these stories only serve to confirm that there is taking place a revolution, and I wouldn't call it a positive one. The world's leaders--presidents, teachers, etc.--are redefining the threshold for crimes against humanity. Unfortunately, no one seems to be putting a stop to it. Speaking of accountability...

Watch Your Temper, George

As I watched an exclusive interview that George W. Bush recently did with Matt Lauer for the special 9/11 edition of the Today Show, I realized something. What has gone out the window with past American leaders (like Clinton, for instance) is the distinguished, polished and diplomatic tastefulness that George W. Bush undeniably lacks.

As Matt Lauer questioned him about the CIA prisons where many terrorist suspects have been held, Bush grew more and more reactive and distasteful. It reminded me of how a small child reacts when you question them about something they shouldn't have been doing. He kept reiterating how the methods had been lawful. Matt Lauer, as any responsible journalist would, questioned Bush's definition of lawful in this instance. If the international community is questioning these methods, then why not give our leader the chance to defend those actions? Instead, Bush kept insisting, "I'm not going to discuss techniques, Matt." He also played the very poor line of refusing to answer only to help protect our people. He didn't want to give away any secrets that would help future terrorists override CIA tactics.

The overarching question since 9/11 has been that of political and civil ethics. Does the unjustifiable deaths of thousands of Americans justify political and civil injustice? Just as the terrorists tainted American life and freedom, I'm afraid this administrations actions have also become self-defeating and destructive. So, I guess this is what you get when I party's platform rests mostly on religion and being down-to-earth. I think for future reference, these traits should be reserved for judging neighbors and acquaintances rather than our President.

Fall is Moving In

Nothing makes me happier than to go to bed with the windows open and waking up in the morning to the sounds of the outdoors. While I'm a huge fan of white noise and its perks, I have to say that the birds and the smells of late summer/early fall mornings are money. Even further, it was a relief to wake up this morning, grab my favorite sweatshirt and cuddle up on the couch with my blanket and coffee. I would argue that although you can pull this routine off in the luxury of air conditioning, it's just not the same as doing it in the autumn chill.

For some reason, I have become a major anomaly in today's society. Everyone makes comments, and rightfully so, about how the invention of air conditioning was one of the wonders of the world. I love air conditioning; I have especially loved it through this summer when Wheeling and apparently everywhere else in the country became the fiery gates of hell, with temps soaring into the upper 90s, day in and day out. But, back to why I've become an anomaly, which is totally related to this air conditioning tangent. I seem to be going against the grain as I segway into my adult life. While most make a point of having air conditioning, it seems an option to me. To show this, my car has no air conditioning, and my apartment has no whole house air. I did invest in an air conditioner, but it's so funny to see others react both to the fact that my car is not equipped with it and that I am actually using the seemingly stone age technology of a room air conditioning unit.

What excites me about the change of seasons just as much as being able to sleep with the windows open is having this topic of discussion go into hibernation. Perhaps it's because I'm naturally cool, perhaps it's just that I'm not the air conditioning type or old fashioned...but it seems a detail to me, so why worry? I see it this way...I would way prefer my car and my apartment to not having either; so, with or without air conditioning, they both suffice and fulfill my needs. The fact that fall is coming will help out in my accidental mission to prove air conditioning is a non-issue. And it also means football season(s), changing leaves, and the crisp fall air!

Come posso saperlo? (How should I know?)

The first part of my title for today is in Italian...and it's actually not too terribly random! After several weeks of settling, I have decided to take the plunge and start creating my life here in Wheeling. The job and housing were kind of mandatory parts. But, I'm now starting down a novel Wheeling path. My time here in the past was very structured, so there was not too much choice involved in my life. It was pretty much school, work, and more work. Now, however, I'm getting used to days at work and some reprieve from that routine. A friend at work the other day mentioned how she was taking a class or two at Oglebay Institute this fall. I was more excited in this moment than I have been in awhile. So, I have decided to join her for one of the two classes she's taking.

I am going to be learning the Italian language. My co-worker and friend, Tara, is taking the class so that someday she can take a trip to Italy, eat the food, and speak the language. All of these sound like fabulous reasons to me! I've wanted to jump into some foreign language for some time...this is quite the opportunity for me. I look very much forward to this experience! Will I actually have the tools upon leaving this class to embark on my own Under the Tuscan Sun adventure? Come posso saperlo?!

Things Need to Change

When will the American media ever learn? Or perhaps a better question is will they even learn or do they even see the fundamental flaw in their approach to news stories? The latest example of the American media's incompetence shines through in the developments in the JonBenet Ramsey case.

The American media has scrutinized and taunted the Ramsey family; they have declared their guilt; they have repeatedly peppered the newspapers and magazines, as well as the news networks, with images of Patsy, John, and JonBenet. This family has not had peace for nearly a decade. They were not even given the proper respect to grieve in their own space and time. Patsy Ramsey has now passed away, never fully redeemed by the same media that was only all-too-eager to condemn her as a mother. Now, they media has decided to swarm the likes of John Mark Karr. Now, if one is not below even average intelligence, then it's obvious that this man is crazy. Sick and crazy. So, what is the media doing? They break a story, announcing that he's the killer. (Notice the pattern: according to our media, you're guilty until proven innocent). In my opinion, our media has very little, if any, integrity.

Speculation is damaging. Invasion of privacy is damaging. As everyone bashes Bush and the suspect legislation of his White House, maybe, just maybe, they should also take a look into the workings of American media. I'm sure they could find just as much looming in its past and present just as they have John Mark Karr's.

Some of the Newest Perks

Life has changed. But, with these changes, I have also inherited some pretty cool perks. Let me tell you about a few.

• A book room. I love books. I love bookcases. I have an entire room in my new apartment just for these things. I love this.
• A chair with a view. I have an aunt with incredible aesthetic taste. Her son recently constructed a pond in her backyard. It's a nice-sized pond with beautiful landscaping (variety of grasses, flowers, lily pads, etc.) and includes pond life such as turtles, fish, and frogs. The perk? My aunt lives just around the corner from me now, so times like last night, I simply stroll down the alley, and have myself an evening chat with her by the pond...margarita in hand.
• The Annual Greek Food Fest. My Big Fat Greek Wedding was great. Greek food is even better. The annual food fest is going on in downtown Wheeling, just a couple blocks up from my work, so I get to reap the benefits of that over the next few days. I picked up dinner just a little bit ago...a gyro with Galatobouriko for dessert. My next Greek goal: go to the Greek Isles. I know--it's thinking big.
• Boot Camp. As the weeks quickly pass, I'm learning how to be an assistant in the truest sense. If you've seen The Devil Wears Prada then you know that this can be a bumpy process. My boss is no where near the Miranda type, but learning to speak for someone or literally be someone else is a challenge. However, with each successful step, I feel better and better. It has helped for me to reference Heather Beckel's great "how to" book, titled Be a Kickass Assistant. She was on the Clinton campaign and transitioned into the White House as George Stephanopolous' assistant.

These are the highlights of life at the moment. More to come...

If I Were a Superhero...

...I would tackle the task of ending office politics. Although I feel strongly that I defy just about all rules of office politics, I do have to say that I find the concept of them fascinating. In my opinion, it's like the most practical application of Darwin's "Survival of the Fittest." Anyone will rat anyone out in order to get ahead; there is a seemingly sinister sigh of relief when one of the office powerhouses ceases to remain employed; there is a constant ring of gossip, some of the most vicious out there; and there never seems to be a complete picture of content regardless of where you are.

As I sat at my desk on Friday and had repeated interactions with the Knowledge Management crew as well as the Help Desk crew, it occurred to me that I may have stumbled upon the answer to the devastating state of the office atmosphere. I watched this group of "techies," and I've decided that they're one of the most docile, easygoing strains of office employees. They have fun, they make fun, and they make everyone laugh in the process. And if you think about it, they really truly stand as the one group of people with every reason to feel frustrated and angry at others. They are almost like foreigners in that they speak almost a whole other language, and they rarely come across equals outside of their "tech crew" perimeter.

This group invited me to lunch, but I already had plans. They also have invited me to a luau that's being held at one of their homes. If my workplace was a World War, then these techies would be Switzerland. Thus, I have decided that they will be my chums here. When was the last time you heard gossip that originated with one of these guys? Nuff said.

Why I Miss the Dudleys

A lazy Friday afternoon canon...

1) The Dudleys are like chocolate...you can never have too much of them.

2) They're fantastic individuals and their marriage demonstrates Jack Johnson's "We're Better Together"...double the Dudley, double the fun.

3) They came to Wheeling, they conquered Wheeling, and they appreciated Wheeling.

4) The Dudleys are also like wine...as they age (or as our relationship ages), they just keep getting better and more valuable.

5) They don't mind riding in Dot.

6) They make the best of every situation, making one forget that it's anything less than the best.

7) They're worldly.

8) They're down-to-earth.

9) They define good people.

10) They're the Dudleys.

A Little Bit of Mambo

The famous lines (or not-so-famous ones) from Lou Bega's "A Little Bit of Mambo" song keep ringing through my head, especially in recent weeks. As I indicated in the brief note in my last post, I have settled back into a normal life in Wheeling. I had enough time off to "catch up" from the last year of being away, I hunted down the perfect apartment, and I got a great job. These things together have made life so good. I am the type that if I do not really feel to the core that things are going the way I want them to be going, then I will scoot off onto my next path to happiness. In the end, this keeps me happy because I know, at the very least, that I'm fulfilling my role as a proactive human being.

Since being home, I've had the opportunity to reconfirm friendships, expand on already fruitful ones, and rid myself of those that no longer conveyed hope. I am normally not the hopeless type, but sometimes you just have to let yourself off the hook. I will usually put myself through a tremendous amount of grief before causing another pain, but it unfortunately seems that a lot of other human beings will not hesitate to cause grief. You can probably expect a rant on the "non-responder" type in the future. These are the ones who really drive me nuts. It's not so much that they're ignoring me, in particular, it's the idea that they don't embody enough respect for others to either assert their unhappiness with things as they are or take on the responsibility of being a good friend. Regardless, it's email. It's a few seconds of your incredibly long and laborious life...

Back to why Lou Bega's song came to mind. I've found, more than anything, in my move back home that there's not one thing I regret from my past years and decisions. The materialization of this opinion shows in my daily life here. I don't and will never be able to revert back to the daily routine of pre-Philly days. But, nor will I be able to go with being straight Philly here in Wheeling. So, everyday I find myself incorporating both Wheeling and Philly states of mind..."A little bit of this and a little bit of that/You can get what you see, you can see what you get." I feel I've finally broken free of the black and white perception/thinking that plagued me before, and this move is just one great moment to see this.

More to come...thanks for sticking around.

Trying to Stay Above Water

This is just a brief blog note to catch everyone up. After a recent comment from my friendly blogger supporter, pat, I had to at least leave this much of a post.

The reason I have not written lately is that I have acquired a new job at an international law firm, better known as Orrick. It's a fantastic job, and I'm having the time of my life right now. However, at the same time, I'm preparing to move into my first apartment this weekend. So, working 40 hours a week and attempting to put a home together on the side is proving a challenge. In this mix, A Tribute to Life has come to a halt. The tumbleweed will cease blowing, however, as soon as I get settled into life.

I apologize for this inexplicable disappearance. But, please don't give up...there will be plenty more.

Yuengling Freak

Still tightly holding onto my year of Pennsylvania living, I ventured across state lines to seek out some good 'ol Yuengling lager. In Philly, there was a beverage store on every corner and a wine & spirits store between each of those. Now that I'm home, though, the closest PA town I can venture to for such stock would be Washington, PA, or as the locals call it, "Little Washington." Why this nickname? The only thing I can figure is it settles any confusion that you may be setting out to Washington, D.C., rather than the town about 30 minutes up I-70.

Anyhow, a friend of mine from undergrad, Scott, was in last week from his new home at Texas A&M where he's a grad student in Chemistry. As we sat reminiscing and such over coffee at The Second Cup coffee shop, we struck up conversation about beer and liquor. I began telling tales of Yuengling, and that's all it took. Scott decided he wanted to take some back to Texas with him. So, he sneakily stuck a proposition into our conversation; he intimated that we should no longer kid about going for some Yuengling, we needed to go, and we needed to do so together...right then. Thus, we filled the CD player in his car with appropriate tunes and set out on the road. After several loops and a bundle of luck, we drove right up to this beverage store that was pretty nice. In addition to any and all beer and beer-like substances, it had candy and chips in bulk! I saw another favorite of mine, Woodchuck Cider, there, and we both grabbed our Yuengling. The catch in PA is that unless you purchase at a bar, you have to purchase a case at a time of beer. Ironically, this law seems to both discourage and enable alcoholism all at once. Think about it. You have to travel further distances for your goods (can't get 'em in the grocery store), but once you travel there, you're rewarded with the standard 6 pack times 4. Come on Pennsylvania!

So, my family got a new side of me. The one who is forced to store a case of Yuengling in her bedroom, slyly sneaking through the living room and dining room en route to the kitchen, with an armful of beer to chill. The supremely cool part of this whole purchase was sharing the case with my good friend Mikey. Sitting on the deck, chatting, and watching some good flicks...all in the company of Yuengling has definitey been a highlight.

The Only Bug I'm Not Afraid Of

As a kid, did you ever crave those summer nights when you could catch lightning bugs as their momentary flashes created an atmosphere full of twinkles? I participated in this activity every summer of my childhood years. In fact, I can remember it being a favorite of mine because it was one of the few times that I could fearlessly hang out with my big brother who also dug lightning bugs. Last night reminded me of these times as my niece asked me to join her on one of her first hunts. Suddenly, I remembered what summer is like for a child. So full of great outdoor fun, and a time to explore things that, someday, will fade away into the distance as more important things move to the forefront.

But, perhaps even more present than this resulting nostalgia was my curiosity. If I blog about this, can everybody relate? Are lightning bugs found everywhere? And, why are lightning bugs...well...lightning bugs? Why do they light up? So, I took a spin on the Fire Files. This helpful website is found on Ohio State's website, and I found it pretty fascinating, especially since it kept things simple and provided answers to all of my lightning bug trivia.

First, lightning bugs are not found any further west than mid-Kansas. There is the occasional one spotted out West, but they're not nearly in the numbers as they are here in the East. And they light up due to a complicated chemical phenomena that I would never be able to properly communicate. But, they do use this aspect of their biology in the mating process. So, next time you see the lightning bugs twinkling all around you, know that they're hearing the sweet music of Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get it On." The site even went so far as to say that the female bugs tend to prefer the males who have the capacity to flash their lights faster. Wonder what the human equivalent of a fast flasher would be?

Long story short, I enjoyed this new spin on an old favorite. And as I encountered one of my worst natural enemies, an eight-legged freak, last night in the bathroom, I thought of how much better the world would be if all bugs were as harmless as my childhood friend, the lightning bug.

Anyone?

As another 4th of July passes, I wonder one thing: Is there anybody who truly digs fireworks displays? I suppose there has to be since it's a huge money-making industry in our country, and random stands pop up all over the place each year, peddaling their best.

I grant the fact that they're kind of like technology. They're kind of awe-inspiring in that someone was able to come up with the idea, create a formula for perfection, and create this trend and tradition. But, when it comes down to it, is one display really any better than another? Is there a real essential difference in fireworks? And are there fireworks afficianados?

I, personally, cannot imagine feeling too terribly connected to something that creates a deafening sound and a brightness barely observable. Again. Fascinating concept. Shoot things in the air that create a scattering of light and explode in the process. But, just as I cannot comprehend folks who take photographs of the stuffed animals at Cabela's, I cannot really comprehend the annual hype surrounding these displays.

Bad Characters...Who Remind You of Someone

Nothing feels better than flattering a friend or family member. Like if you go see a movie and you think, "Wow, that awesome character reminds me of __________." It's always a pleasure to share this information. One of my classic examples of this, and this is because I've used this one quite a few times...Jack Nicholson's character in As Good as it Gets. The poor man is plagued by OCD. Is he an adorable or easy-to-love type? Probably not. Yet, when you spot someone with OCD-like tendencies and they're familiar with this character, they don't feel offended by the fact that I compare them to Jack in this movie. In fact, it usually sets forth a flood of laughs due to some of the situations in the movie.

When I went to the movies tonight and witnessed the embodiment of a truly evil-spirited and self-serving character, I wondered about the effects of breaking the news to someone that they have those same tendencies. Now, I would never do this. But, as I pondered it, I decided it creates quite the divide. While it's totally acceptable to do the one, it's pretty wrong to do the other. But just imagine the damage you could do. This made me wonder who the worst character is to compare someone to. What do you think? I would have to say those such as the druggies in Veronica Guerin or the real sinister type like that. Help me think of others.

Jane Austen is My Girl...Still

After watching the newest version of Pride and Prejudice, I have discovered perhaps the most laudable talent of Jane Austen. I was worried that since I have viewed the A&E version of the story several times that I would not feel this was anything that great; however, I almost immediately fell under Austens still very organic spell.

As I watched the strained interactions between the couples, and especially Elizabeth and Darcy, I realized what I so treasure about these stories and what sets them apart from many stories from the present. The sexual tension and feelings of passion and love that teem these couples' interactions are all clearly communicated through words and actions--but those actions are not nearly what you see on the screen now. The looks, the small movements, the elegant dances, and the eloquently worded letters...these are what tell the story of love in Austen. My preference for this does not at all indicate that I am feeling conservative and prudish about sex on the big screen these days. It's simply that Austen's route, by far, takes much more than some of the modern day stuff. Put two people together who feel very stongly about one another and make them show that love or hate without any self-explanatory or extreme actions that spell out the situation. This is a challenge.

Jane Austen, the filmakers, and the actors and actresses all successfully teased out this rare quality through the making of this brilliant film. Here's to the subtleties of love that make you fall in love with the idea of love all over again.

More than a Sinking Ship

I've been on a nearly 10 year strike, refusing to watch one of the most raved about movies of last century, Titanic. I had no intention of watching this movie straight through...ever. As flocks of my young teenage friends migrated to the movie theaters two, three, and four times to see the movie, I became a martyr, insisting that I would not see it. Admittedly, most of those young women were going simply because Leonardo DiCaprio was starring in it; but, they went all the same.

Then, during the NCAA basketball tournament, a friend with whom I was watching the sports action kept flipping between the games and this movie. The few scenese I watched that day almost convinced me that I needed to rent it and watch it through. However, I had not followed through with that thought. Then, last night, as I was enjoying my dad's big screen HDTV, flipping through the listings for programming, I came across HBO-HD, which was featuring Titanic at 9:30pm. Late for a 3 1/2 hour movie? Sure. Did I watch? Absolutely.

I have the same thought as my friend, Sara. If you know what happens, there's really no need to watch it. However, what I learned by letting go of my stubborness last night was that the movie was about so much more than the ending of the great ship's journey. The love story and somewhat accurate historical perspective offered through this movie is nothing short of satisfying and entertaining--what movies should be.

Basically, I'm glad I waited to watch the movie until I was older and could appreciate the underlying themes and storylines.

I Got Air!!!

I never had a trampolene as a kid. I don't think I even had the small version of one...remember those predecessors to the now monsterous ones? Part of that was that my mother was a firm believer that you could get seriously injured on one, and another part of it was just that I don't think they were quite as popular then. Now they are.

So, last night, as we held the annual 4th of July gathering at my brother, Ryan's, I finally had a real run-in with the world of the giant trampolene. Sydni was very bored with the group of adults, who found sitting around with beer in hand much more fun than swinging on the swingset or running through the yard with her. Finally, I felt real guilt about her being bored, so I walked back to the back of the yard with her to jump on the big trampolene. We had a blast! I couldn't believe how much air you can get on those things...no wonder kids dig 'em so much! We finished and returned to the house. But, that wasn't the end of the trampolene...

When it was time for the Bethlehem fireworks, a group of us migrated to the back of the yard in order to have a prime spot for seeing the display. Well, my brother and I lacked all patience in waiting for the display, so we decided to take our turn together on the trampolene. And he taught me something fun and new. He told me to sit in the middle of the trampolene while he proceeded to jump very close to me...I flew feet in the air, and neither of us could stop laughing during this time. Oh...and did I mention that we're 24 and 27?

What I learned from this is that it's never too late to experience those things you may have missed as a kid. I never even lamented the fact that I had missed this activity...just think of what else I could have missed!

Nicknames Gone Wild

Nicknames hold a very special place in my family. There are certain family members who are real pros at getting the creative juices flowing and designating such names to individuals. Now, sometimes the names are playful. These nicknames make you laugh or they can be a little game of affection that may be awkward to show otherwise. Unfortunately, there also have to be the times when these names are a little on the cruel side, marking an instance of conflict. In any case, I've recently realized that nicknames undoubtedly hold a definite space in my life...and here's an unforgettable example of how pervasive this habit can be.

My sister's family--she, her son, and her husband--are all members of the Our Lady of Lebanon Church here in Wheeling. The rest of us have grown accustomed to holding activities at the church and have gotten to know the priest there. When this all started, however, everything was very foreign to us...or so I thought. My dad and brother are great at talking with others because they're champion storytellers, especially when the discussion surrounds hunting or fishing. So, at our first gathering where the priest was present, they chatted it up with him. I found this to be very interesting...my dad and brother hanging out with a dude in a collar. Turns out, though, that this guy hunts on the same land that they hunt on occasionally. While I was recovering from the fact that priests are permitted to hunt, my brother was telling of a couple of encounters with the priest on this land during hunting season. The priest allegedly has an issue with practicing moderation in his hunting, so my brother nicknamed him Fr. Slaughter. Because this has a great ring to it and went very well with his stories about the priest, this has been the name that has stuck in my mind since.

This all came back to haunt me the other night as I sat with my college roommate, discussing her job which includes directing the religious education programs at a parish just across the river in Ohio. We were just commenting on a few of the local parishes, and I went to talk about Our Lady of Lebanon and realized that I had no idea what Fr. Slaughter's real name is. When I told her the story, we both got a huge laugh out of it. So, I guess this is a cautionary tale of how nicknames can sneak in place of real names!