I know...I promised just one photo a day, but this one was just too pretty not to post.
Underneath It All
I know...I promised just one photo a day, but this one was just too pretty not to post.
Lilac Bush
The smell of lilacs is unmistakable and wonderful. There just aren't enough of them around Princeton.
Hebrew Is Going to Kick My A**
I slept horribly last night. First, I couldn't fall asleep until almost 1 a.m. And, this time, it wasn't because I was playing in the world wide interweb. Then I woke up at 5 a.m. and barely dozed for the next two hours. I have a Hebrew exam at 9 a.m. Hopefully, my lack of sleep won't affect my performance too much. Maybe afterward I will be able to get a nap, but I still have a project to finish that's due by tomorrow at 10 a.m. Blah.
Bokeh
I had never heard the term "bokeh" before, but apparently, I used it well in this shot. Go me! I'm aweXome!
Seven Days and Counting...
Including today, I have seven more days until my semester is finished. With so little time remaining, it comes as no surprise to me that I am completely uninterested in doing any work. Considering the fact that I have a paper due tomorrow (already written, but in need of heavy editing), two lesson plans (probably about halfway done, but the second half is the time-consuming part) and a Hebrew test to study for on Monday, a group project due on Tuesday (for which I still need to complete a lesson plan and a liturgy), and a theology exam next Thursday, my lack of motivation is turning into a real problem.
I should get started on everything right now...but I think I'll wait until after lunch.
I should get started on everything right now...but I think I'll wait until after lunch.
Narcissus bulbocodium bulbocodium
Another shot taken beside Jordan's house. One of these days I'll post something other than a flower, but today is not that day.
Незабудки = Forgot-me-not
The path next to Jordan's house is lined with beautiful varieties of groundcover, including these forget-me-nots.
It's Not Report, It's Report
I have some exciting news! No, Emily, I'm not engaged, but I am going to the City next week to be a part of the live studio audience on the Colbert Report. Daniel got four tickets, so he's sharing them with me, Jordan and Evan. We are going to the taping on the day of our last final. What a way to celebrate! Don't worry, I'll be sure to take plenty of pictures of the trip. Unfortunately, I won't be able to take any pictures inside the studio, but I promise to remember every little detail so that I can write a long, detailed post that no one will want to read! Good night!
Action Jackson
This photo has been getting a lot of action on my Flickr site. Maybe one day I will take a picture that's good enough to make it into the "Interestingness" group.
Theologiggle 2007
Theologiggle 2007 was awesome. Jordan and I joined a packed house on Friday evening. I was delighted at how well thought out and prepared, not to mention hilarious, the entire event was. It makes me look forward to next year's.
I took a bunch of pics. You can see the slideshow by clicking on this picture of several students not only imitating our professors, but singing a drinking song and drinking Miller Lite. If you can't tell what's going on in any picture, click on it to see a description. Enjoy!
I took a bunch of pics. You can see the slideshow by clicking on this picture of several students not only imitating our professors, but singing a drinking song and drinking Miller Lite. If you can't tell what's going on in any picture, click on it to see a description. Enjoy!
Now, I should do some homework...oy!
Yahoo! Widgets
Yesterday, while I was trying to find a website that would help me identify some of the flowers I've photographed recently, I somehow stumbled across Yahoo! Widgets. I don't have a Mac, but through the power of Yahoo! I now have widgets. Awesome!Right now I have about eight widgets. The clock, calendar and notepad are standard. I have another that streams Flickr photos, which allows me to not only view other people's photos, but upload and edit my own. Another shows me the weather via The Weather Channel's website. One gives me a dock for all my shortcuts that is a lot prettier than the Windows toolbar, one is a sticky note pad that allows me to leave myself little reminders and a third shows the strength of the wireless signal I'm using. I can even search Google without opening my web browser.
Anyway, for all of you PC owners who have envied the Mac widgets, there is simple, elegant alternative. One problem, though, I still can't identify the flowers in my pictures.
Momentous
Not only the photo of the day, but my five-hundredth post and a tribute to the wonderful man pictured above.
Yesterday was my last day of speech class. It was also my professor's. Some would rightly call the end of Dr. Brower's career at this seminary the end of an era. He's been teaching speech here since 1954, 53 years.
Born on February 28, 1926, in Birmingham, Alabama; his father was a lawyer and his mother was a classically-trained singer. Early in his childhood, his family moved from the deep South to New York City. When he grew up, he became an actor on the the stage, screen and television. He's worked with everyone from Frank Sinatra to Charlton Heston and everywhere from his hometown, NYC, to Hollywood, CA. He never earned an actual doctorate, but he certainly earned the title. He married in his early twenties and they recently celebrated their 62nd anniversary. He and his wife have three sons and 2 grandchildren; a granddaughter named Lucy and a grandson named Charlie. (I don't think the Peanuts reference was intentional, but it is certainly amusing.)
He teaches at a seminary, but he's an agnostic. His methods are different from the rest of the professors; while they have their students read one liners written by children, his students read Shakespeare. Almost all of the other juniors taking speech with other professors were envious of those of us who had Brower. He knew we could rise to the occasion of interpreting verse written 500 years ago. He gave us the freedom to write and deliver our own material. He was encouraging without being a pushover. And he genuinely enjoyed our youthful exuberance and silly antics.
We didn't even know that yesterday was going to be his last class until we were there and, let me tell you, he made a grand exit. As the class was wrapping up, he moved to the front of the room where there was a CD player. He said something about trying to determine what his last words to us should be. Suddenly, the voice of Frank Sinatra singing "I'll Be Seeing You" filled the room. The song played and Dr. Brower was lip-syncing along with it as he went around the room shaking each of our hands. His last "official" words to us came as he mouthed the last line to the song: "I'll be looking at the moon / but I'll be seeing you."
I regret that I didn't take my camera to class yesterday, but I think the picture above (taken at the BGLASS barbeque with Katie) is a good one. It doesn't quite capture Dr. Brower's jovial personality or razor-sharp wit, always expressed in the best words possible, but a picture never could. A picture could never show the sparkle in his eye as he speaks one of the hundreds of poems he has memorized or the radiant charm that exudes from him when he smiles and laughs. It's possible that I'll never see Dr. Brower again, but I expect it's more likely that I will indeed see him "in all the old familiar places."
Thank you, Dr. Brower, for staying on staff for one more year. Your class will be one of those I remember for the rest of my life.
Born on February 28, 1926, in Birmingham, Alabama; his father was a lawyer and his mother was a classically-trained singer. Early in his childhood, his family moved from the deep South to New York City. When he grew up, he became an actor on the the stage, screen and television. He's worked with everyone from Frank Sinatra to Charlton Heston and everywhere from his hometown, NYC, to Hollywood, CA. He never earned an actual doctorate, but he certainly earned the title. He married in his early twenties and they recently celebrated their 62nd anniversary. He and his wife have three sons and 2 grandchildren; a granddaughter named Lucy and a grandson named Charlie. (I don't think the Peanuts reference was intentional, but it is certainly amusing.)
He teaches at a seminary, but he's an agnostic. His methods are different from the rest of the professors; while they have their students read one liners written by children, his students read Shakespeare. Almost all of the other juniors taking speech with other professors were envious of those of us who had Brower. He knew we could rise to the occasion of interpreting verse written 500 years ago. He gave us the freedom to write and deliver our own material. He was encouraging without being a pushover. And he genuinely enjoyed our youthful exuberance and silly antics.
We didn't even know that yesterday was going to be his last class until we were there and, let me tell you, he made a grand exit. As the class was wrapping up, he moved to the front of the room where there was a CD player. He said something about trying to determine what his last words to us should be. Suddenly, the voice of Frank Sinatra singing "I'll Be Seeing You" filled the room. The song played and Dr. Brower was lip-syncing along with it as he went around the room shaking each of our hands. His last "official" words to us came as he mouthed the last line to the song: "I'll be looking at the moon / but I'll be seeing you."
I regret that I didn't take my camera to class yesterday, but I think the picture above (taken at the BGLASS barbeque with Katie) is a good one. It doesn't quite capture Dr. Brower's jovial personality or razor-sharp wit, always expressed in the best words possible, but a picture never could. A picture could never show the sparkle in his eye as he speaks one of the hundreds of poems he has memorized or the radiant charm that exudes from him when he smiles and laughs. It's possible that I'll never see Dr. Brower again, but I expect it's more likely that I will indeed see him "in all the old familiar places."
Thank you, Dr. Brower, for staying on staff for one more year. Your class will be one of those I remember for the rest of my life.
Happy Day
Yesterday, I lamented over the fact that I would soon have to "pack up my duds and scoot," so it's only fair that tonight I should share the reasons why moving day will also be a happy day. After all, I love spending time at Jordan's place. Let me tell you why...1) I love the people. Jordan, his mom, his brother and all their crazy friends. I can't think of one time we've been there that we didn't have a great time. There are great conversations around the dinner table, occasional hockey, football, or baseball games to shout at, and plenty of card games. All the people fit. Everyone is welcome.
2) I love the animals. Sadie is the best dog I've ever met. Skylar is probably the cutest (though he doesn't officially live there anymore). The chinchilla is not only incredibly soft, but does a good job of driving the dogs crazy. And, the bunny, let's just say the bunny is my best friend.
3) I love the house. It's not huge or lavishly furnished, but it's simple and cozy and comfortable. When we're there, I never really want to leave; partly because it means coming back to school, but mostly because it's such a warm, homey place to be.
4) I love the food. Whenever we're in Pennsburg, we make and eat a lot of great food. Everything from great salads, straight from the garden, to falafel completely from scratch. There's something really satisfying about cooking food that everyone likes. We go out for good food, but only breakfast at Powderbourne and water ice at Secret Spot.
It's a good place. And even though going there for break will involve a lot of time and effort, it will be worth it.
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