Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Nonsensical



It did not make sense at all, except that it held my heart in a way no other city ever had.

- Tara Leigh Cobble on New York City, in Crowded Skies: Letters to Manhattan


[Note: I was so engrossed in this book this morning that I missed my subway stop. Yes. I have never done that before, but sure enough, I looked up and realized, "Hey... I'm in Queens."]

[I was in such a good mood that I did not care.]

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Question of the Day

What is the deal with the black and white cookie?


I have a few issues with said black and white cookie.  For one, if given the choice between half black or whole black, I want the whole stupid cookie to be black.  Why?  Because I LOVE CHOCOLATE.  The black and white cookie is just a tease.

Second, how does it work?  Do you eat it down the middle so you get a bit of white and a bit of black in every bite?  Some of those black and white cookies that I've seen are way too big to make that work.  And even if it does, I tend to think that a bite of chocolate + vanilla just tastes like chocolate.

Or is it just the appeal of getting a chocolate-iced cookie and a vanilla-iced cookie at the same time?  Is that it?  A 2-for-1?  Is the purchase of a black and white cookie an exercise in frugality?  Or perhaps, just to cover all my bases, you saw that Seinfeld episode where Jerry eats a black and white cookie and, referencing race relations, says to "look to the cookie," and you are just such a big Seinfeld fan that you have been eating black and white cookies ever since?  Yes?

And finally, while I've got you, do you really like the black and the white sides evenly?  If you say yes, I won't believe you.  Everyone prefers chocolate or vanilla.  And you know what?  They do make chocolate cookies and, in a different box, vanilla cookies.  Really fluffy ones, with delicious icing.  (Because the fluffiness of a black and white cookie is the most appealing thing I can come up with.)  (And, even if the spongy fluffy texture is the defining factor of why you buy black and white cookies, may I remind you that there's always...cake.)


Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Happy Inauguration Day

Hope in the face of difficulty, hope in the face of uncertainty, the audacity of hope: In the end, that is God’s greatest gift to us, the bedrock of this nation, a belief in things not seen, a belief that there are better days ahead.

Barack Obama, DNC Keynote Address '04

Friday, January 16, 2009

A Rescuer

If there was ever a non-religious site, it's probably Gawker. Distasteful, gossipy, mean-spirited - usually. But in their surprisingly tasteful post on the US Airways crash in the Hudson, I found a very lovely life analogy, aided by the tag, 'Airline as a Metaphor.' (You can skim the story to the last paragraph, italics mine.):

News of the emergency landing of US Airways Flight 1549 began as another grim disaster. But with those aboard quickly delivered from the freezing Hudson waters, this was, improbably, the crash with a happy ending.

Office workers in lower Manhattan watched in horror as the Airbus A320 plane, in a seeming reprise of the horrors of 9/11, flew too low, too near. A water landing in an icy river spurred memories of Air Florida Flight 90's fatal dive into the Potomac River 27 years ago. And as MSNBC carried live coverage of the plane sinking lower and lower, viewers couldn't help but fear the worst.

The Internet, on the other hand, brought instant reassurance — photos posted online showing the flight's 153 passengers and crew assembled on the wing and in lifeboats. A New York ferry happened to be cruising nearby, and four more came to the rescue. Everyone was safe.

In a time when it feels like the nation is sinking, the tale of Flight 1549 is exactly the dash of optimism we need. The promise that a rescuer is around the bend.

Hope. The promise that a rescuer is around the bend.


"He is the living God, world without end. His kingdom never falls. His rule continues eternally. He is a savior and rescuer. He performs astonishing miracles in heaven and on earth."
- Daniel 6:25

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Jason = Muffin

OK. I confess - actually, I don't even need to 'confess,' because I have no shame - that I am already HOOKED on this season of The Bachelor. I didn't watch last season with DeAnna, but my coworkers still introduced me to Jason, the adorable little muffin that is now headlining this season. And two episodes in, I LOVE HIM. Probably the best bachelor ever.

A few comments on the season so far:
- Kissing is not a "talent."
- It is not cute to be a stalker - "Sooo, your brother's name is Larry, and he dates Shannon, right?"
- The hot dog girl is, surprisingly, my favorite.
- Don't throw ice cubes at the Bachelor to "flirt."
- How much did you want to hug Stephanie when she fixed Jason a drink?

My coworkers and I feel confident that we know exactly where this season is heading, at least for the next few episodes. Anxious to discuss and review the show this morning, Lauren, Bethany and I logged on to abc.com to recap, only to find that ABC does not update the bios page as the season moves along. Obviously, we rectified this situation.
Please see below for Lauren, Bethany and my stellar predictions. (Click the image to enlarge.)



Legend:
Red 'X's - Girls who are already gone
Light blue 'X's - Girls who we are confident will get the boot soon (Naomi, Erica, Megan and Shannon)
Yellow circles - TBD on opinion. (We don't know Kari yet, but she's pretty. Lauren seemed cool and normal but was too high-maintenance last night. Natalie seems too young and too ditzy.)
Green circles - Serious potential.

For the record, Melissa is a yellow circle to me but is green to Lauren, while Molly is green to me but yellow to Lauren. Also, we like Nikki, but she must stop talking about the other girls, and we LOVE Stephanie but are afraid that she and Jason will lack chemistry.

Don't worry, I'm not starting a Bachelor recap. Mostly because I could NEVER write anything as hysterical as Lincee. But I will keep you updated on how our predictions are progressing.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Song of the Day

For my New York friends on a cold, snowy Saturday - this is my winter song to you.



Friday, January 09, 2009

"One of the best presents you can give is still absolutely free."

Life of Reilly


There are some games in which cheering for the other side feels better than winning.

By Rick Reilly

Melinda Wright
Gainesville State players douse head coach Mark Williams in celebration.


They played the oddest game in high school football history last month down in Grapevine, Texas.

It was Grapevine Faith vs. Gainesville State School and everything about it was upside down. For instance, when Gainesville came out to take the field, the Faith fans made a 40-yard spirit line for them to run through.

Did you hear that? The other team's fans?

They even made a banner for players to crash through at the end. It said, "Go Tornadoes!" Which is also weird, because Faith is the Lions.

It was rivers running uphill and cats petting dogs. More than 200 Faith fans sat on the Gainesville side and kept cheering the Gainesville players on—by name.

"I never in my life thought I'd hear people cheering for us to hit their kids," recalls Gainesville's QB and middle linebacker, Isaiah. "I wouldn't expect another parent to tell somebody to hit their kids. But they wanted us to!"

And even though Faith walloped them 33-14, the Gainesville kids were so happy that after the game they gave head coach Mark Williams a sideline squirt-bottle shower like he'd just won state. Gotta be the first Gatorade bath in history for an 0-9 coach.

But then you saw the 12 uniformed officers escorting the 14 Gainesville players off the field and two and two started to make four. They lined the players up in groups of five—handcuffs ready in their back pockets—and marched them to the team bus. That's because Gainesville is a maximum-security correctional facility 75 miles north of Dallas. Every game it plays is on the road.

This all started when Faith's head coach, Kris Hogan, wanted to do something kind for the Gainesville team. Faith had never played Gainesville, but he already knew the score. After all, Faith was 7-2 going into the game, Gainesville 0-8 with 2 TDs all year. Faith has 70 kids, 11 coaches, the latest equipment and involved parents. Gainesville has a lot of kids with convictions for drugs, assault and robbery—many of whose families had disowned them—wearing seven-year-old shoulder pads and ancient helmets.

So Hogan had this idea. What if half of our fans—for one night only—cheered for the other team? He sent out an email asking the Faithful to do just that. "Here's the message I want you to send:" Hogan wrote. "You are just as valuable as any other person on planet Earth."

Some people were naturally confused. One Faith player walked into Hogan's office and asked, "Coach, why are we doing this?"

And Hogan said, "Imagine if you didn't have a home life. Imagine if everybody had pretty much given up on you. Now imagine what it would mean for hundreds of people to suddenly believe in you."

Next thing you know, the Gainesville Tornadoes were turning around on their bench to see something they never had before. Hundreds of fans. And actual cheerleaders!

"I thought maybe they were confused," said Alex, a Gainesville lineman (only first names are released by the prison). "They started yelling 'DEE-fense!' when their team had the ball. I said, 'What? Why they cheerin' for us?'"

It was a strange experience for boys who most people cross the street to avoid. "We can tell people are a little afraid of us when we come to the games," says Gerald, a lineman who will wind up doing more than three years. "You can see it in their eyes. They're lookin' at us like we're criminals. But these people, they were yellin' for us! By our names!"

Maybe it figures that Gainesville played better than it had all season, scoring the game's last two touchdowns. Of course, this might be because Hogan put his third-string nose guard at safety and his third-string cornerback at defensive end. Still.

After the game, both teams gathered in the middle of the field to pray and that's when Isaiah surprised everybody by asking to lead. "We had no idea what the kid was going to say," remembers Coach Hogan. But Isaiah said this: "Lord, I don't know how this happened, so I don't know how to say thank You, but I never would've known there was so many people in the world that cared about us."

And it was a good thing everybody's heads were bowed because they might've seen Hogan wiping away tears.

As the Tornadoes walked back to their bus under guard, they each were handed a bag for the ride home—a burger, some fries, a soda, some candy, a Bible and an encouraging letter from a Faith player.

The Gainesville coach saw Hogan, grabbed him hard by the shoulders and said, "You'll never know what your people did for these kids tonight. You'll never, ever know."

And as the bus pulled away, all the Gainesville players crammed to one side and pressed their hands to the window, staring at these people they'd never met before, watching their waves and smiles disappearing into the night.

Anyway, with the economy six feet under and Christmas running on about three and a half reindeer, it's nice to know that one of the best presents you can give is still absolutely free.

Hope.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Leave Me in New York


"I see the lights shine on the city
It's morning now
There couldn’t be more beauty in any other town
Your dancing lights and endless nights
Everybody know you never sleep
But you’re still beautiful to me

They say that if you make here
You’ll make it anywhere
It’s gotta to be the truth
‘Cause I’m not going anywhere

So leave me in New York"


Sunday, January 04, 2009

Auld Lang Syne

Harry: "What does this song mean? For my whole life I don’t know what this song means. I mean, ‘Should old acquaintance be forgot?’ Does that mean we should forget old acquaintances, or does it mean if we happen to forget them we should remember them, which is not possible because we already forgot them?"

Sally: "Well, maybe it just means that we should remember that we forgot them or something. Anyway, it’s about old friends."

Happy New Year!

Lauren and I

Me and Caroline

Me, Lauren and Rachel, pre-masks

Now with masks!

Me and Leslie


With Scott and Keanu Reeves

Friday, January 02, 2009

The Year of Hope

Hope.

What is it?  The Oxford American Dictionary defines it as "a feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen" or "grounds for believing that something good may happen."  As I read the above definitions, two words stand out to me - desire and may.  According to the definitions, hope is not a guarantee that a certain thing will happen.  Instead, it is simply something that you desire to happen, something that may (just maybe!) happen.  It's hoping you'll get a promotion.  Hoping he'll ask you out.  Hoping the cancer will go away.


To me, the Oxford American Dictionary's definition of hope sounds like nothing more than optimism.  I am nothing if not an optimist, but deep down, I can't shake that nagging feeling that there's got to be more to it.

I think of I Cor 13:13, one of the most famous verses in the Bible - "And now these three remain:  faith, hope and love.  But the greatest of these is love."  Faith and love, I get.  No questions asked.  My brain completely comprehends the eternal and daily importance of both faith and love.  But hope?  What's the deal?  Was Paul really saying that the gift of hope makes the Christianity Top Three list?  Seriously?  An optimistic desire for a pie in the sky aspiration trumps other established virtues like joy, peace and patience?

Surely there must be another definition for hope.  Surely the Oxford American Dictionary is missing something.  Surely the English language has cheapened the word for everyday use, similar to the way we say "I love my new boots" and Billy Joel sings of "Keeping the Faith."

Darrell Young offers the following insight into biblical hope -  
The English word, “hope,” is translated from the Greek word, "elpis," meaning a confident expectation. The Christian is to confidently expect (i.e., to have full assurance without doubt) that the Lord will not only fulfill every single promise that He has made, but will also appear at the end of the age to gather His own unto Himself before the Day of the Lord.
Hmm.  "Full assurance without doubt."  This makes sense to me and is certainly more definite that the Oxford definition, but I have one small question still.  Forgive me if I'm mistaken, but isn't "full assurance without doubt" how you would describe faith?  Indeed, even the dictionary defines faith as, "complete trust or confidence in someone or something."

So now I continue through the maze of curiosity to determine what, then, is the difference between Christian hope and Christian faith.  Intent to find the answer, I went the super-scholarly route and Googled "what is the difference between hope and faith," and then clicked on the first link that came up.  This led me to a blog that included the following passage from Martin Luther's Commentary on the Epistle to the Galatians (italics mine).
The question occurs to us, What difference is there between faith and hope? We find it difficult to see any difference. Faith and hope are so closely linked that they cannot be separated. Still there is a difference between them. 

First, hope and faith differ in regard to their sources. Faith originates in the understanding, while hope rises in the will.

Secondly, they differ in regard to their functions. Faith says what is to be done. Faith teaches, describes, directs. Hope exhorts the mind to be strong and courageous.

Thirdly, they differ in regard to their objectives. Faith concentrates on the truth. Hope looks to the goodness of God.

Fourthly, they differ in sequence. Faith is the beginning of life before tribulation. (Hebrews 11.) Hope comes later and is born of tribulation. (Romans 5.)

Fifthly, they differ in regard to their effects. Faith is a judge. It judges errors. Hope is a soldier. It fights against tribulations, the cross, despondency, despair, and waits for better things to come in the midst of evil.

Without hope faith cannot endure. On the other hand, hope without faith is blind rashness and arrogance because it lacks knowledge. Before anything else a Christian must have the insight of faith, so that the intellect may know its directions in the day of trouble and the heart may hope for better things. By faith we begin, by hope we continue.
Beautiful.  

So why do I bring all of this up?  Because I am deeming 2009 as The Year of Hope.  Not a year to be optimistic.  Not a year to have a good feeling about.  No - The Year of Hope.  

I honestly don't know what 2009 will bring.  Maybe a move.  Maybe a new job.  Maybe fabulous new friends and fabulous times with the old ones.  Maybe a new love.  Maybe something so exciting, so wonderful, so beyond my imagination that I can't even comprehend including it in this paragraph.  And I do believe that any or all of these things could happen.

But 2009 could also bring tragedy.  Sadness.  Disease.  Loss.  2009 could be the hardest one of my life.  2009 could break my heart.  I've seen enough of life to also believe that any or all of these things could also happen.

But neither my wildest expectations of good things nor my fear of the bad ones will change that it is, for me, The Year of Hope.  Because I don't have to just blindly desire that I will find some great new job, or that I start dating someone, or that no one in my family becomes ill.

I don't have to, because I have faith.  Faith that all things work together for good.  Faith that God knows the plans he has for me.  Faith that I can be certain of what I do not see.  And I have love.  The love of the creator of the universe.  The love of a Savior that died for me.  The love of family and friends that is patient and kind, that does not keep a record of my wrongs.  Love that never fails.

And, of course, I have hope.  Bold, audacious hope.  The hope to find the will to endure whatever good things or bad things may come my way.  Hope to be encouraged; hope to be strong and courageous.  Hope that God does not withhold anything good from those who walk uprightly.  Hope that I am a soldier, a fighter; hope that I will be victorious.  Hope that better things are coming.  Hope that, regardless of what 2009 brings, I will continue on.

"But we also rejoice in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope.  

And hope does not disappoint us."
Romans 5:4-5

Cheers to 2009:  The Year of Hope!