tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27784373745734237652024-03-05T06:23:45.226-08:00An Outsider's Study of Christianitythrough history and the bibleSuzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-1930699362225615692011-06-19T22:29:00.000-07:002011-06-19T22:29:26.091-07:00Moved to TumblrIf anyone still reads this, you can now find me on Tumblr at <a href="http://iamaheretic.tumblr.com/">I Am A Heretic. </a>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-39067554505479218752011-02-23T14:03:00.000-08:002011-02-23T14:03:38.522-08:00The Birth (Of A New Theme and A Man)ahhhhhh, FINALLY! I am going to do what I have said I was going to do...I am going to discuss Christianity from my perspective. I will no doubt be offensive to Christians. This is not done for the sole purpose of being offensive but it is something that happens when you don't believe what they believe and are willing to talk about it.<br />
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I am not a Biblical scholar. There are many others who have done what I am doing, and have done it better. I encourage all of you to check out Bart D. Ehrman's books. I may reference them form time to time. I may make mistakes in my assertions so please feel free to point them out. But do it in a constructive way. Any comments that are purposely inflammatory, may be deleted. <br />
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Throughout my study of Christianity I will discuss different parts of the Bible, Christian history, and basic Christian beliefs. The Bible I will be using for now is the New King James Version. The reason for this is basic: I already have it in the house. I realize it is not considered the best study Bible by scholars and I would prefer to use the New International Version or the New Revised Standard Version but the study Bibles in these version can be pretty pricey and that is not something I am able to afford right now. On the other hand, many Evangelical Christians are firm believers in the King James Version being the direct word of God, so in a way it will serve my purpose just fine. :) <br />
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The first thing I want to discuss is the basic well known stories of the Bible. First being the birth of Jesus. <b>Please read all the way to the end of this post if you plan on making comments.</b> We all know the story, right? Mary was visited by an angel and told she would bear the son of God. She had never known the touch of a man, so it was to be a virgin birth. Joseph, her betrothed, was also visited by an angel and told to believe in Mary's story, that her child would be the prophesied Savior. They traveled to Bethlehem in order to be "counted" for the census, only to find there was no place for them to stay. The ended up staying in a manger among the animals. Three wise men, seeing a star that told of the Savior's birth traveled to pay their respects to the baby and brought him gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Ok, sure...<br />
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There have been others who suggested that maybe Mary had become pregnant by another. It is always possible, of course. Matthew says that Mary was found with child, "before they came together." He does not say she was a virgin. He simply says she and Joseph had not had sex. This is the reason Joseph first thinks to "put her away secretly" until the angel comes to him in a dream and says the child she has conceived is "of the Holy Spirit." hmmmm, it still doesn't say she wasn't with another man. Is it possible that way she conceived a child "of the Holy Spirit" was through sex with another man? Christians would say no, I say we can't know. Matthew uses a quote from the Old Testament to make his case, <i>Behold, the virgin shall be with child, and bear a Son, and they shall call His name Immanuel." </i>Matthew says that "Immanuel" means, "God with us" but this part is not in the OT and Immanuel is never mentioned again. Also, this quote is taken out of context. How are we to know that this is the child mentioned in the OT? Because Matthew believes it is? The angel that tells so much does not say this child is the Savior of the Jews prophesied in the OT. Moreover, the angel told Joseph to name the child Jesus, not Immanuel. In my view, Matthew is stretching here to make his case and try to make Jesus fit into the prophesy. <br />
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Matthew skips directly from this to "after Jesus was born in Bethlehem." There is no mention of the travel and hardships of finding a place to give birth that is common in the well known story. Now when the wise men come, they are first interviewed by Herod who tells them to go look in Bethlehem. By the time they find Jesus, he is referred to as "the young child." He has apparently aged at least a year, maybe more. They did not come to him immediately after his birth. After they leave, Joseph is warned to flee to Egypt to escape the wrath of Herod. (side note, does anyone else think of "The Wrath of Khan" when they say the word wrath? just me...) Herod then puts to death all the male children from two years and under "according to the time which he had determined from the wise men." This also puts down the idea that Jesus was still an infant. The young family stays in Egypt until the death of Herod and then travels to Nazareth. <br />
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Now let's look at the differences in the other Gospels. Mark has long been said by scholars to be the source for both Luke and Matthew. First, let's look at Luke and then we'll see how they changed Mark. I find it interesting that Matthew begins with the birth of Jesus and then tells of John the Baptist paving the way before him, whereas Luke tells of John's birth first. To me it is telling in who is more important to the story. We'll discuss John the Baptist another time. <br />
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Luke has no issue in calling Mary a virgin right away. This makes me wonder why Matthew did. Luke describes exactly how Mary comes to be pregnant, "The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Highest will overshadow you; therefore, also, that Holy One who is to be born will be called the Son of God." I don't know about you but this calls to mind the many stories of Zeus visiting women and impregnating them. As far as I know, no one ever said those women were holy and not all of their offspring were god/desses. Some yes, but others were sprites, or muses, or whatever. <br />
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Luke does talk of the census that we know of in the story. What I have never understood is the "everyone to his own city" idea. Who does a census like that? No officials make people all travel to the city that they originated from in order to be counted. The purposed of census to know how many people are in each city. If they all leave and go "home" then you can't get an accurate count anywhere. This to me is a made up reason in order to place Jesus' birth in the place that the Savior is prophesied to have been born. In this story it is not wise men who come to Jesus, but shepherds who have been told to by an angel. There is no mention of a great star leading the way. After the birth, and presentation at the temple (not told in Matthew), the family travels directly to Nazareth. According to Luke, they do not go to Egypt because there is apparently no threat from Herod. If so, it is never mentioned. <br />
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Now to the "source." Mark does not talk about the birth of Jesus. He launches into Jesus' story when he is already a grown man. This is very telling, considering it the source of Matthew and Luke. To me, Matthew and Luke needed to establish Jesus' divinity. Mark did not feel this was necessary to tell Jesus' story. His actions as a leader were more important than any claim of divinity. In Mark, it simply says as Jesus was baptized by John, he came up from the water and "He saw the heavens parting and the Spirit descending upon him like a dove. Then a voice came from heaven, 'You are My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.'"<br />
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What are we to make of this? If I had never known anything else of this story, my first impression would be that Jesus had an epiphany. He realized that he was special and should lead others. After all, don't Christians say we are all the children of God? How is Jesus different in that way?Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-21344810079316699962011-02-09T08:00:00.000-08:002011-02-09T08:05:30.124-08:00Worst Blogger Ever?It's official I am the laziest blogger ever. :) We had almost a full week off last week due to snow and I still didn't blog. I would like to now take the time to whoever is reading this to say...THANK YOU! You are probably the only reader I have left! hahahaha<br />
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Snow...snow....and more snow. I live in Texas, btw, not Illinois, where I got away from as soon as I could because I HATE SNOW. We got dumped on last week. Monday night it came in with a vengeance and covered us with a mix of ice and snow. My driveway was impossible to get out of and just when I thought we would be ok, we got more snow on Thursday. I was stuck in my house until Saturday morning.<br />
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This was the view out my front door when I woke up Tuesday morning. I love how it's so compacted it doesn't even come inside when I open the door! It just kept on coming... <br />
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Here's my back porch. Unfortunately, I have a sliding glass door, so I was not lucky with the snow staying outside this time.<br />
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And then of course my back yard. The dogs were less than pleased.<br />
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I know a lot of Northerners laugh at us when we freak out because of snow but here's a couple things you should understand. 1) of course, we just don't get it that often so 2) we don't have the infrastructure to take of it, meaning we don't have salt trucks (we have about 2 sand trucks for whole state) and we certainly don't have any snow plows (very few of us even have snow shovels, I know I don't) so it sits there till it warms up enough to melt and then 3) we don't normally just get snow, we get ICE STORMS. Our ice storms are brutal and driving on ice is impossible.<br />
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Last Tuesday I'm sitting at home (because the entire state has shut down and I didn't have to work) and hear this commotion outside. My neighbor is trying to get his truck down the street. He's gunning his engine for all it's worth. The truck goes about an inch and then slides back two. I watch fascinated for a few minutes before I decide to be nice and see if there's anything I can do to help the guy get back home. After trying paper bags under the wheels (those just shot out the other side like they were coming out of a cannon) and cardboard boxes (not much better) another neighbor comes out. He pushes on the back end while I hop in the bed to give the truck a little more weight. I'm not a skinny girl but I'm not very big either. I was not enough weight. I finally ask the guy where he was trying to go, because it was obvious he wasn't giving up and going home. "I just needed to get a couple things from the Dollar General." In disgust I turned around and went home. The Dollar General is two blocks away. He could have walked there and back in all the time it took to mess with the damn ice. Just before I left he says, "I've never had so much trouble driving on snow before. I drive on snow all the time." He has Tennessee plates. If I didn't already think the guy was a moron, I would have pointed out that this was not snow, but ice. I just didn't think it would matter at that point.<br />
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So what does this have to do with my theme of Living Compassionately? I tried to be compassionate. I swear I did. I went out and spent a good 30 minutes in below 0 weather trying to help this guy out, trying to convince him to go home. There's only so much you can do when people are stupid.<br />
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Friday I was finally so sick of being stuck in the house that I went out with my garden rake (remember...no shovel) and raked the snow off the drive, then I had to break all the ice and scrape it off the drive. Here's the before:<br />
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Unfortunately I did not get my rear in gear and start working on this mess until about 4 in the afternoon. So by the time I got to the end of the drive, the top had re-frozen. lol Saturday morning it finally got above freezing and EVERYONE'S driveways were passable. Oh well, mine was best though because I had a head start.<br />
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Side note, we got more snow today. I am really, really not happy with this year's winter.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-3117283677716126902010-12-11T06:32:00.000-08:002010-12-11T06:32:45.356-08:00New Paths - Important GoalsI made a decision yesterday that will change my career path. In the past when I've thought about leaving music therapy I have been very sad, which led me to believe it was not the right decision. At least, it was not the right decision at the time. Maybe it was simply because I was not ready to give up on my dream (this is what I've wanted to do for a very long time) or maybe it was because I had not discovered the right place for me; where it was I supposed to go after music therapy. I believe I have found it.<br />
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As a music therapist my favorite population to work with has been the PPCD classes. For those of you not familiar with the Texas educational terms that means Preschool Program for Children with Disabilities. The children in this group are aged 3-5 with a wide range of needs, from severe autism to needing just a little extra instruction before going on to the general population. I've worked as a music therapist with children in these classes that will, in all likelihood, be in special education classrooms the rest of their school careers and I've worked with children that went into regular kindergarten classes afterward. I even worked with a young boy who only said "hello" when I met him at age 4 and was speaking in full sentences and ready for general ed by the end of that same year. I am good with this age group and am most comfortable doing "my thing" as a therapist and some time teacher.<br />
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If you've read my posts in the past you know that right now I am not working this age group. Right now I am doing music therapy with elderly with Alzheimer's. While I find that I get some satisfaction from working with this group, I also find I am simply drained by the end of the day in a way I never was when working in the schools. I am drained in a way that tells me I was right to believe I am not truly equipped to be working in this population. It is not right for me. I've been working on getting a program off the ground in the town I live in that will be private therapy for children and young adults with disabilities. I've been working on this program for more than 6 months now and have exactly 0 clients. It going nowhere and I am getting frustrated. Frustrated to the point that I have been having visions of taking any fulltime job I could find just to be able to have a fulltime job. <br />
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My first thought was just to go find a job at one of the universities here. That would mean secretarial type work but I can do that. I haven't been happy doing what I love for awhile now so I'm sure I would fine doing something I don't love if I knew I could save money to do the things I do love. Then I had lunch with a friend yesterday and my world changed.<br />
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She said she had considered leaving music therapy too. She had gone to the extreme of getting her certification in Special Education and even applying to the different school districts around here. In the end, her job situation changed and she decided to stick with music therapy. It got my brain rolling. One of the things I had considered doing in the past was getting my certification as an elementary music teacher. I even went to the orientation meeting for the alternative certification program to see what I needed to do. I decided it wasn't for me as I KNOW I simply wouldn't make a good music teacher. But I also know I would make an excellent SPED teacher. I don't know exactly why I know this but I am sure of it and suddenly that's what I wanted to do. It's all I could think of as I left my lunch with my friend. I went to see a piano student (the one I got instead of an actual music therapy student in the place where I'm building my new program) and as he was 10 minutes late I stood there and thought about this program. How it's going nowhere. I know that programs can sometimes take years to get off the ground but I have put my all into this for more than 6 months and have seen no return. That's extremely discouraging. My first thought was to take on more private clients outside the area. I've done that before and the driving is horrible but the pay is good. "Ok," I thought, "get those clients so you are working and seeing a little income and let this program build as slowly as it's going to need to." But I still wasn't satisfied. "So this contract thing is going to be life?" No, I am not happy with that.<br />
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I sat through my student's lesson and was really irritated that he had not only not practiced but had been playing "Chopsticks" all week and wanted to show me. I said to him, "It's wonderful that you are having fun with the piano, but just because everyone else in your family knows how to play Chopsticks that doesn't mean that's what you should be practicing. Hopefully, if you practice what I give you, you'll be able to play much better than all of them someday." Hopefully, my extreme irritation did not come through. Trying to live compassionately after all! :)<br />
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Then I was driving home and it came to me. I WILL take on those extra clients, but not just to make money while I wait for this program to kick in to high gear. I will do it so I will have the money for alternative certification. I am going to become a SPED teacher. And I was relieved. I was happy about it.<br />
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I think that means I've made the right decision. I know it will take a couple years for this to come to fruition, but I have a goal.<br />
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This morning it came to me why this made me so happy. Goals are important. I haven't really had a set goal for awhile now. Oh yeah, build the program to make it a fulltime position but that wasn't really something I could see as goal for some reason. THIS is goal. And goals make us strive to be important.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-26673553118070061102010-12-03T09:47:00.000-08:002010-12-03T09:47:36.790-08:00It's The Most Terrible Time Of The Year...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Does anyone else just want to shut themselves up inside their homes during the holiday season and not see people until it's all over? Seriously the craziness of shopping for gifts this time of year is just more than I can handle sometimes. I DON'T do Black Friday unless there is something I need so bad that I would be buying it anyway no matter what time of year it is and just happens to have the most amazing deal EVER on Black Friday. I am not going to buy a 4000" flat screen tv just because it is 10% off. Guess what? I'll save money by not purchasing something I don't need. Thank you. Done. Money saved. I DON'T go to the mall during the holiday season unless there is NO WHERE else I can find what I need. And then I am in and out as soon as possible. I do not wander around in those crowds. Of course, I avoid Wal-Mart like the plague as much as I can at anytime of year because it's always like the day before Christmas in there.<br />
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Does this mean I am anti-people? No, it simply means the materialistic-money-hungry society in which I live makes me want to puke sometimes and I can't stand to see my fellow humans reduced to lions in a feeding frenzy in a slaughter house of gazelle. <br />
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On the other hand there is also a wonderful sense of community this time of year if you know where to look. I've been in Texas for about 9 years now and for most of that time I've lived in this wonderful town of Denton. In all that time I have never been to the annual holiday lighting on the square. We have one of those old timey downtown squares. Literally and square plot of land with a courthouse in the center with four connecting streets. Businesses surround the courthouse on those streets. Unlike a lot of towns, our square is not only vibrant but new businesses scramble to get in if one leaves, instead of many closing down.<br />
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There are so many things I love about this town and this is just one of them. The two colleges provide new blood in every year. There is a bohemian quality to most of the town. And people enjoy being out in the town, instead of driving off to Dallas or Ft Worth which are both fairly close (though of course we all do that on occasion!). </div>
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So I decided to check out the holiday lighting festival this year on the square. Everything I hate about this time of year was still present but it was muted by the wonderful community atmosphere. The square was filled with people. The streets were blocked off so people could roam free through the streets without worrying about cars. And we have Denton's own Brave Combo. To be honest, I've never really cared to much about Brave Combo. They're entertaining and they are certainly wonderful musicians but I'm not the kind of person to put on some Brave Combo music at home. Sure they've won 2 Grammys but Beyonce won 16 and Ella Fitzgerald only won 13 so I'm thinking the musical taste of the Grammy committee is a little off. I'm more likely to throw on some Pixies or The Clash if I want to dance like a maniac anyway! :) They had the crowd from the first note though and everyone had a good time. Crowd surfing even!! Here's a little video of the same festival from a couple years ago. </div>
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I ended the night by playing open mic with friend David at a little coffee shop just around the corner from all these activities. We had a great response and I am itching for more. So I guess it's not such a terrible time of year after all. :)</div>
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I was listening to my musical love this morning on the way to work, Elvis Costello, and his song Veronica came on. I know that he wrote song about his Grandmother when she was living with Alzheimer's. He gets it perfectly in that song. Everytime I hear it, I'm reminded of one resident or another who fits the lyrics perfectly:<br />
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Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?<br />
What goes on in that place in the dark?<br />
Well I used to know a girl and I could have sworn<br />
that her name was Veronica<br />
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own<br />
and a delicate look in her eye<br />
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure if her <br />
name is Veronica<br />
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This first verse is the heart of the pain that families go through. In the media Alzheimer's is often portrayed as an elderly person who can't remember current events, can't make new memories, but remembers the past clearly. This is not true. It MAY be true for SOME who are in the very early stages but for most this terrible disease affects all memories, and they may forget even their own name. It also affects more than memory. It destroys the brain to the point that, in the end, people are unable to take care of any of their physical needs and speech is completely gone. I see family members struggle with this and say to their loved one, "You know, answer the question." But they DON'T know. And they may know an hour from now or they may never remember whatever it is you're trying to get them to remember. Ever.<br />
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Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,<br />
Veronica has gone to hide?<br />
and all the time she laughs at those who shout <br />
her name and steal her clothes.<br />
Veronica, Veronica, Veronica<br />
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I think the chorus is my favorite part because, in spite of the terrible-ness of it, it makes me smile. I know people like this. I know the nurses and CNAs who shout to be heard by people who are not deaf but simply not "available" at the moment. No amount of shouting is going to accomplish what you want here. In fact, a light touch on the shoulder and a gentle calling of the person's name is more likely to bring them back to the moment.<br />
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And I see a lady who is constantly accusing people of stealing her clothes and giving her someone else's stuff to wear. :) This line particularly makes me laugh because how must it seem to them? They're in this place where they feel constantly threatened by people they know they're supposed to know but really don't and "there they go with my clothes! And she put me in this dress that is NOT MINE!"<br />
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The next verse talks about memories of a lover. This is common. I hear stories sometimes of lovers who are NOT the person's spouse. Sometimes it is from before they were married but of course, there are those other times. :) I heard the story from one ex-military man who spent time in Japan. He was half way through the story of his Japanese wife and their 50 children when I realized he was pulling my leg. I said, "15 children?" He said, "No, 50." And grinned big as day. I love those moments. I'm pretty sure he was messing with me but who knows. Made up memories happen during Alzheimer's too. I have to wonder if he had a Japanese lover while he was there who had his love child. It's not like it was an uncommon thing.<br />
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Veronica sits in her favorite chair <br />
She sits very quiet and still<br />
And they call her a name that they never get right<br />
and if they don't then nobody else will<br />
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But she used to have a carefree mind of her own<br />
with a devilish look in her eye<br />
saying you can call me anything you like<br />
but my name is Veronica<br />
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This juxtaposition of how the person is now to how the family and friends remember them is the main reason why so many family members stop visiting. It is common for the family to visit almost everyday for the first couple weeks and then the visit slowly drop off until eventually they are simply "too busy" to come anymore. The sad thing about this, besides the obvious, is that when the family does come for a rare visit, the resident doesn't remember them at all and is closer to the staff. This makes it even less likely that the family will continue to visit. They justify it by saying, "They won't know I'm there anyway."<br />
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And this is where I have to learn compassion for the family members. I can be patient all day with someone in the grips of an illness that affects every part of the brain except emotions and creativity. When they are angry, it is a righteous anger but when they love, it is complete and without limits. They sing with me when they can't even speak and it is because of these small gifts that I have so much compassion and love for them. My patience wears thin though with staff and family members that expect these people to "act normal." This is my challenge, and I am working on it.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-48114235056110634602010-11-28T11:32:00.000-08:002010-11-28T11:32:57.682-08:00A Flash of Lightning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I set out to find books on compassion it wasn't because I didn't understand the concept and needed some guidance. This is the principle by which I try to live my life after all. I would hope I understand what it is. :) No, I simply wanted to know how others viewed compassion in their lives and what they do on an everyday basis to make sure they live by it. So I started with books by the Dalai Lama, because who better to discuss compassion?<br />
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I settled on <i>A Flash of Lightning in the Dark Of Night</i>, because the back cover starts with this sentence, "Compassion is the guiding principal of the bodhisattvas, those who vow to attain enlightenment in order to liberate all sentient being from the suffering and confusion of imperfect existence." Wow, that's EXACTLY what I'm looking for! Well, not exactly. This book is a detailed explanation of a chapter from <i>The Way of the Bodhisattva </i>by Shantideva. It's not necessary to have read the original text because the parts that are discussed are given in this book, however I feel there should some kind of prerequisite to this book. I couldn't tell you what that might be but this is simply above my head, and I don't say that often.<br />
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It has wonderfully titled chapters like "Carefulness," "Attentiveness," "Patience," "Endeavor," and "Wisdom." I made my way through Carefulness and Attentiveness and am now on Patience. I apparently don't have the patience for this book because I must have gone through the other chapters too quick. I don't remember a thing they say. I'm going to back and read them again.<br />
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Until then, anyone know a good book dedicated to the principle of compassion?Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-66724155437074147212010-11-28T05:13:00.000-08:002010-11-28T06:04:47.572-08:00New Theme and Layout<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Well, I think I finally found something that I can be passionate about blogging. I want to document my attempts to live a compassionate life in this insane, materialistic, every-man-for-himself type society that I live in.<br />
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I had a very interesting childhood. First, my mother comes from a very conservative Church of Christ home. She was so sheltered that she didn't even know what a bagel was until she was in college. I am not kidding. When I heard that story my first thought was, "So that's why we always had bagels in the house." :) Bagels were a big part of the day growing up. She loves them and now it makes sense.<br />
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When my mom went to college she went a little wild, like most sheltered girls do. She raised me very differently. She gave me experiences and let me decide for myself what I believe. She may have gone a little too far to the other side in terms of religion, but I was raised even so to be a "good girl." I like to joke that if I came to her and said, "I believe fairies rule our world and we must placate them in every way," she would have said, "That's a valid idea, but let's talk about it a little more."<br />
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In my own way I was very naive. Looking back on high school, I realize now that there were things going on around me with my own circle of friends that I was completely oblivious to. It was through my own experiences in college that I figured out what exactly was going on in those situations. Everyone thought me such a good girl that they didn't dare pop the bubble of naivety that I was living in.<br />
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On the other hand, I was allowed to explore religion with a freedom that most people are not given. I went to church with friends and never questioned why my mother never went but sent me along on the church bus or in a my friends' parent's car. I was interested in Wicca from a very early age (junior high) when most people go through that phase in college. I became interested in Buddhism in college. I eventually found all of these to be too limiting. Now my main philosophy of compassion in everything I do is essentially a Buddhist one but I love the elements of other religions too. I simply don't believe there is one or more beings physically affecting the lives of human and animals. But I will get into what I believe another time...maybe. :) I don't think it's very important to describe one's beliefs in order to live compassionately. Anyone can do it no matter their religion. In fact, most people like to claim that their own religion's purpose is this very philosophy and if that is true, then compassion should be everyone's main goal in life.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-80451608263807464632010-11-26T19:33:00.000-08:002010-11-26T19:33:16.890-08:00My New Etsy Store!I will now be selling my hand embroidered items on Etsy. Please come check them out! Here's the first one listed: <a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/63035422/embroidered-singing-birds-change-purse">An Embroidered Change Purse with Singing Birds</a><br />
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There will be more!!<br />
<br />Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-12955335061690779952010-10-30T07:40:00.000-07:002010-10-30T07:40:26.925-07:00And the winner is...Freda at <a href="http://fredasvoice.blogspot.com/">Freda's Voice</a> will now be the host of the Friday 56. Now I know if my blog is idle for weeks at a time, everyone will still be able to play. I am so glad something I started on this little blog was something that people enjoyed and for a long time the F56 was the only thing that kept this blog going. However, as I said before, the book format is simply not a motivator to me anymore and someone who does this kind of blogging better than me (Freda is DEFINITELY that person) should do this. I will still join when I can but Freda should feel free to do with it as she pleases.<br />
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See on a Friday in the future!!Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-74803639470603531082010-10-29T06:15:00.000-07:002010-10-29T06:15:55.972-07:00The Friday 56: Time to Vote!<span id="goog_1843612762"></span><span id="goog_1843612763"></span><br />
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Rules:<br />
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />
* Turn to page 56.<br />
* Find the fifth sentence.<br />
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">on your blog</span> or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.<br />
*<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Post a link</span><span style="color: red;"> </span>along with your post back to this blog.<br />
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.<br />
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Good morning everyone! I thought this would be a sad day for me but honestly, it's not. :) I think it's time I pass this on, as I simply don't feel connected to this blog format any longer. There are three people who have expressed interest in taking over the hosting of the F56. Today, as you play, also vote for who you would like to host it. I will post a special blog tomorrow to let everyone which blog will now be the host as well as post again next week since quite a few only come over on Fridays and might miss it.<br />
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Here's your candidates:<br />
1. Anna at <a href="http://vampchixreadbooks.blogspot.com/">Bite Club</a><br />
2. Robsad79 at <a href="http://robsad79.blogspot.com/">The Bookoholic Zone</a> <br />
3. Freda at <a href="http://fredasvoice.blogspot.com/">Freda's Voice</a><br />
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I don't have a preference but I would like to make sure the F56 continues and I'm not sure it would with me. Please choose someone you think will be as passionate about it as I was when I first started it!Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-44486902477405478272010-10-26T13:59:00.000-07:002010-10-26T14:00:13.607-07:00The tile is always softer...On the other side of the screen.<br />
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Yes, my dogs have no idea what they truly want. When they're in, they want to be out<br />
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Truly, they are not so different from us, are they?<br />
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<br />Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-66375918404318336452010-10-26T09:33:00.000-07:002010-10-26T09:33:54.843-07:00Who wants the Friday 56?I have been thinking about this awhile but I have finally made the decision. I am giving up hosting the Friday 56. I know there are lot of people who really enjoy doing it so I am offering it to whoever wants it. Please post in the comments if you would like to host it. If I get more than one, we'll have a vote on Friday with all the participants on who they would like to host it. Then I'll post the following Friday so everyone knows where to go from now on. <br />
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Here's the reason I'm doing this: I am not motivated by the book blog anymore. I love books and I continue to read as much as I ever did but if you notice over the last year or so, I have not posted much about books. In fact, the only thing I've done in the last few weeks is post the F56 because I know there are so many people who enjoy it. If it was just me doing it, that would not even be posted. I'm going to keep the blog, but I think it will be my stories, not other people's (books). That's a little more motivating to me!<br />
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So go for it!! Who wants it?Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-21858331148298775562010-10-22T05:10:00.000-07:002010-10-22T05:10:46.083-07:00Friday 56: Dark Moon Defender<span id="goog_1843612762"></span><span id="goog_1843612763"></span><br />
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Rules:<br />
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />
* Turn to page 56.<br />
* Find the fifth sentence.<br />
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">on your blog</span> or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.<br />
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* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.<br />
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This week I am reading <i>Dark Moon Defender </i>by Sharon Shinn, one of my favorite fantasy authors. This sentence is fairly dull but it comes at a pivotal moment in the book.<br />
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<span style="color: lime;">It had taken her less than an hour to get from Janetta's house to her destination; even with a few missteps, it should not take her much longer than that to find her was home. </span></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-47754954351151446172010-10-15T06:52:00.000-07:002010-10-15T06:52:57.003-07:00Friday 56: All About Mushrooms<span id="goog_1843612762"></span><span id="goog_1843612763"></span><br />
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* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />
* Turn to page 56.<br />
* Find the fifth sentence.<br />
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">on your blog</span> or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.<br />
*<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Post a link</span><span style="color: red;"> </span>along with your post back to this blog.<br />
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.<br />
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This week's selection is from a magazine I picked up recently and it's sitting right next to my computer. It's called Mother Earth News and page 56 is an article about Mushrooms.<br />
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<span style="color: lime;">The thing all fungi have in common - and what distinguishes them from the other biological kingdoms - is they exude powerful enzymes to digest their food externally, absorbing nutrients directly into their cells. </span></div>
<br />Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-30608015351377009592010-10-08T07:14:00.000-07:002010-10-08T07:14:52.128-07:00Friday 56: A Flash of Lightning<span id="goog_1843612762"></span><span id="goog_1843612763"></span><br />
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Rules:<br />
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />
* Turn to page 56.<br />
* Find the fifth sentence.<br />
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">on your blog</span> or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.<br />
*<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Post a link</span><span style="color: red;"> </span>along with your post back to this blog.<br />
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.<br />
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This week's selection is from <i>A Flash of Lightning In The Dark Of Night</i> by The Dalai Lama. I bought this last week and am still on page 29. I think it might be a little over my head. :) I understand this sentence though! It's very encompassing of Buddhism.<br />
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<span style="color: lime;">Suffering are numerous and their causes abundant. A wise person can achieve happiness by transforming the causes of unhappiness into favorable conditions. </span></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-83447536515163601082010-10-01T10:05:00.000-07:002010-10-01T10:05:11.649-07:00Friday 56: Mockingjay<span id="goog_1843612762"></span><span id="goog_1843612763"></span><br />
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Rules:<br />
* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />
* Turn to page 56.<br />
* Find the fifth sentence.<br />
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">on your blog</span> or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.<br />
*<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Post a link</span><span style="color: red;"> </span>along with your post back to this blog.<br />
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.<br />
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Sorry this is late everyone, Blogger was giving me issues this morning. This week's selection comes from <i>Mockingjay</i> by Suzanne Collins. I just finish the review so it's still sitting on my desk.<br />
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Finnick stands among them, looking dazed but gorgeous.</div>
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<br />Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-41027191625270360812010-09-29T10:56:00.000-07:002010-09-29T10:56:35.221-07:00Mockingjay by Suzanne Collins<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you haven't read this, it is the last book in <i>The Hunger Games</i>
series. In this book. Katniss is recovering in the fabled District 13
from her second go-round in the Hunger Games, Gale is training with
their soldiers, and Peeta is being held prisoner by President Snow.
Katniss has unwittingly become the face of the rebellion and must decide
whether she will willingly take on the role. She does but with several conditions, one being that she kills President Snow. The rest...you have to read for yourself.<br />
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This is probably the quickest I've finished a series in a long time. Again, I am surprised by the number of people that don't like this last book. I thought it was amazing. My guess is that people simply don't like the sad turn of events near the end (I won't spoil it for people who haven't read it - though I suspect I'm the last person on earth to read it). Personally, I was bawling like a baby by the last page of the book. It's interesting how it is written because I didn't even feel like crying over those events until Katniss does in the next chapter. It's so heartbreaking when she loses it and the poor cat...well, I was a wreck. ;)<br />
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Now that I've read this, I'm looking forward to checking out Collins' Gregor series. It looks interesting, even if it may not be as heart wrenching as this one. <br />
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<br />Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-87408900748522714012010-09-26T15:01:00.000-07:002010-09-26T15:01:11.660-07:00Catching Fire: Audio<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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All I have to say about <i>Catching Fire</i> by Suzanne Collins is WOW!! I know a lot of people think the series is best on book 1, ok on book 2, and ho-hum on book 3 but I was blown away by this book (no pun intended). Maybe it's because the first was really only about the Games, with the political situation taking a back seat. I loved the story in the first book. There was lots of action which makes it very exciting almost the whole book. But the second book is exciting for a completely different reason. Yes, there's still plenty of action but mainly in the second half of the book. It's just not as important as the political intrigue that comes to the foreground in this book. And I love politics!<br />
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Katniss is trying to return her life to normal but her behavior in the Hunger Games has led to uprisings in some of the other districts. Before she and Peeta go on their victory tour, she is given a warning directly from the President: Calm the districts or face the consequences. And those consequences are nasty. Without meaning to, Katniss actually makes the situation worse...<br />
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The turn this book takes half way through caught me completely off guard. I figured something odd would happen with the Hunger Games, but what does happen...I wasn't expecting that. Well done Collins. I'm not an easy one to mislead. I love when I can't figure things out. I get bored if I guess it too soon.<br />
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Can I also say, what is up with the vampire President? Seriously! Maybe it says in the last book (which I will start tonight and leave off <i>The Lady Elizabeth</i> til I finish this series) but his breath smells of blood and he's been President for 50 years with very little change in his appearance? Totally a vampire. hehehe I know that's not the direction this series is taking but why was this made such a big deal of and then not explained? I really hope it's explained later. I hate loose ends like that. Collins seems to be turning out to be a fairly good writer, so I feel confident she will tidy up that bit. A little confident. :)Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-21849588364455717722010-09-24T08:31:00.000-07:002010-09-24T08:31:07.867-07:00The Friday 56: The Lady Elizabeth<span id="goog_1843612762"></span><span id="goog_1843612763"></span><br />
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* Grab the book nearest you. Right now.<br />
* Turn to page 56.<br />
* Find the fifth sentence.<br />
* Post that sentence (plus one or two others if you like) along with these instructions <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">on your blog</span> or (if you do not have your own blog) in the comments section of this blog.<br />
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I've had <i>The Lady Elizabeth</i> by Alison Weir sitting on my shelf for about a year now. I bought it because I loved Weir's <i>Innocent Traitor</i> but it's not hard to get me to like a book about Jane Grey, she's one of my favorite historical figures. I got bored with Tudor historical fiction though. It seems EVERYONE writes only about that. There have to be some other interesting stories out there. History is full of fascinating people. When I finished the <i>Hunger Games</i> I went in search of something from my shelves, saw this lying there and thought, might as well. So far, it's proving a wonderful read. Weir is a great storyteller, and being an historian also, she's gets the facts straight (unlike Phillipa Gregory). I hate when authors take such liberties that it simply wouldn't have been possible for what they write to have happened. Takes me out of the story. So here's this week's selection (Elizabeth is 6 at this point):<br />
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<span style="color: lime;">"There are so many ladies at court!" Elizabeth had marveled at their rich gowns, their bejeweled hoods, their air of sophistication. </span></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-9298665988579400502010-09-20T08:02:00.000-07:002010-09-20T08:02:00.306-07:00The Probable Future by Alice Hoffman: Audiobook<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have loved <i>almost</i> every book I have ever read by Alice Hoffman. She is a gifted storyteller. The only one I didn't like was <i>Practical Magic</i> and I know that's only because I love the movie so much. What bothered me about that book was that the beautiful relationship between the sisters in the movie is not important in the book. That's my favorite part of the movie. That's what makes the movie.<br />
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But this book...I have no words. hahahaha Of course I do, that's why I write this blog. It was wonderful. The relationship between the three main women in the book is so well developed. You can feel the tension between the mothers and daughters. You want to reach through the pages and MAKE them do what's right.<br />
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The Sparrow women have always been a little different. Each Sparrow woman, going back to their oldest known ancestor has a gift, or some cases a curse (depending on that "gift"). Elinor can tell liars. Not that she simply can pick up lies easily, she can smell the lie. Her daughter, Jenny, can see other people's dreams. Not what they daydream of doing with their lives, but their actual dreams as they're sleeping. Her daughter, Stella, can see how others are going to die. This "gift" causes trouble for her family when she begs her father to save a woman who is going to be murdered and he is suspected by the police when it comes true.<br />
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If you like a little magic in your everyday life, pick up this book. You won't be disappointed.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-47648206140917028662010-09-19T07:27:00.000-07:002010-09-19T07:27:00.209-07:00Hunger Games<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok, I get it. I now know what all the fuss is about because this book kicks a$$! I'm always leery of reading a popular young adult book, especially after the <i>Twilight</i> debacle. :) (I never miss a chance to make a snide remark about that horrible series).<br />
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When I first read the blurb I thought, "it's a modern telling of Crete and the Minotaur." So when I read that was her inspiration, I was not surprised but as I read more of the book I started to think it was closer to <i>Battle Royale</i>. If you've never seen that movie, holy sh**. If you can handle copious amounts of gratuitous violence and obvious fake blood shooting everywhere (think Quentin Tarantino's <i>Kill Bill</i>) then go find that movie. I normally can't but this movie is so over the top that it just isn't bad. In <i>Battle Royale</i> juvenile delinquents are sent to an island and told to battle to the death. There can only be one winner: the last one left alive. It is also televised for the country to watch as if it's a sport. In the <i>Hunger Games</i> this is essentially the storyline, except these are normal teens simply trying to survive. They come from the outlying districts to provide a sport for the Capitol. The reasoning behind this is to hinder rebellion in the districts (like Crete). Katniss, our protagonist, is not originally chosen but volunteers to save her 12 year old sister who is chosen.<br />
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I was so engrossed in this book that I couldn't stop reading. In fact I stayed up till 1:30 the other night and finally had to make myself stop. I would have stayed up all night. I am amazed too at the quality of the writing. Most authors in the young adult market simply can't write. They have a great idea and the storyline is pretty good, but the writing is horrible (e.g. Meyer and Clare). I have been impressed with Michelle Zink's <i>Prophecy of the Sisters </i>and now Suzanne Collins. I will definitely be finishing both these series.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-12785627532661371052010-09-18T07:46:00.000-07:002010-09-18T07:46:00.608-07:00Short Story Challenge: August Recap<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you missed signing up for the <a href="http://storytimewithtonya.blogspot.com/2009/12/short-story-challenge.html">Short Story Challenge</a>, it's not too late. Each month I will post a recap to discuss what everyone has read for the challenge. Everyone who still wants to sign up, go back to original post (to which I will leave a link in every current post). Then leave comments in the current post.</div>
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I only read one collection this month. Well, 1 1/2. I finished <i>Stories</i> Edited by Neil Gaiman and Al Sarrantonio, which I loved. I actually loved every story in that collection. A rare feat. Please, go read those stories. I guarantee you will love them too. Not all are sci-fi or fantasy, as you might expect with Neil Gaiman being an editor, but they all have an element of the weird to them. </div>
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The other was <i>Short Stories: The Vintage Collection</i> with stories by classical authors like F. Scott Fitzgerald, Saki, and Thomas Hardy. While a few of the stories were really good, some were just crap. There is no nice way to put it, they were. I demand so few things from a short story but when those few things are let down, I lose all respect for the story. Some great authors simply should not write short stories. They should stick to full length novels where they have time to develop a story in their own way. A short story needs to tell a complete story. Even if down the line, you take that short story and make it into a full length book, I need to know that what I'm reading it is not simply an opening chapter. I need to feel some sense of completion when I finish. It needs to have closure. It can be weird closure, it can leave me wanting more, but there must be a true ending. Too few of the stories in this collection have that. The main character also needs to be developed. I know this is hard in shorts, but give me a sense of who this character is, why he acts the way he does. Make me love him enough to want to care about his story, because otherwise I will tune it out and get bored. Too few of the stories in this had that also. </div>
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If you like the classical authors and are simply curious, pick it up. If you like short stories and want some good reading, skip it. </div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-42772728307388930822010-09-18T07:26:00.000-07:002010-09-18T07:26:00.422-07:00Noise by Darin Bradley<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok, so maybe I'm slightly biased because I kinda know this guy (he lives in Denton and is friends with people I know). At least I've met him a couple times. The first time I met him, my friend Laura said, "This is Darin. He's a writer and his book is awesome." It hadn't even come out yet, so we are a very supportive group here in Denton!! He then started to tell me about his book and I too started to think, "Awesome!"<br />
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This thriller is most likely shelved in the sci-fi section of your local bookstore though I wouldn't really call it sci-fi, more post-apocalyptic. Or peri-post-apocalyptic. It takes place right here in the merry old town of Denton, which was weird because I'm a very visual reader. What I mean by that is I have vivid pictures in my head of what I am reading on the page when I read. Every time he described something in the book, I tried to picture it not as he was describing it, but as I know it to be. I tried to figure out where in town he might be talking about. He didn't make it explicitly Denton, in fact the town's name in the book is Slade, but if you're familiar with it, it's clear what's talking about. Except sometimes it's not. Apparently he took liberties, which kept messing me up and taking me out of the story a little. Not his fault, mine. Because the book itself is wonderful. I love these kind of watch-out-the-world-is-going-to-hell kind of stories.<br />
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What's great (i.e. scary) about this is one is it seems so plausible. The downfall of society is an economic collapse, not environmental or nuclear. Right now every time I turn on the radio, I hear about how much worse our economy is getting and this book makes it all the more real.<br />
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It also made me paranoid, which is really not all that hard honestly. If we do every have a break down in society. I think I'll go hide in the mountains all by myself for a few years.Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2778437374573423765.post-12181731404824630882010-09-17T06:02:00.000-07:002010-09-17T06:04:59.634-07:00Felicity Sophia - the happy and wise one<div style="color: #cccccc;">
I'm going to spend a little time blogging today. I don't know how much I'll get done but I have loads of books to talk about. However, this one is going to be devoted to my newest baby. As my mother says, I am quickly on my way to being the old lady in the shoe, only my children are animals.</div>
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I wasn't planning on another animal and this wasn't an impulse buy but here she is anyway...my newest love:</div>
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I'm not a very good photographer and I was standing under her, so while these show what she looks like, they don't show her personality. This little girl is a handful. I remember Aurora being a handful when she was a puppy (she still is sometimes) but not like this! WOW! It's like I brought a human baby in the house. Except you can't lock a human baby in the cage when you leave or get mad because it's bedtime and she's snippy (the main reason I don't have children! hahahaha). Of course, she'll never take away the crown from the Queen of bedtime snippiness: Lucina. The only difference is her beak is much bigger! She didn't draw blood last night, I don't think she would have unless I pushed the issue, but she sure did bite me. "What did you do to this beautiful creature?" I hear you wondering. I tried to cuddle. I swear. She loves to cuddle, most times. But it was 9:15 and obviously that is past bedtime. I was late getting to cleaning last night and she was on top of the cage playing with toys (or destroying with amazing ferocity, I should say) while I cleaned and got them ready for night-night. I picked her up to cuddle a little before covering them for the night. She reached toward me like she was gonna give me kisses (she gives the sweetest kisses) and bit the fire out of lip, then turned and did the same to my hand. Little bitch. In you go. hahahaha. Certainly not happy at night time and obviously all wisdom on my part has gone out the window. I'm lucky she's not a Cockatoo or a Macaw. I might have lost my bottom lip. </div>
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"What is she?" I hear you asking. She is a Black-Headed Caique (KI-eek). <span style="font-size: small;">They derive their name from their white
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shirt is called a caique. They are little birds with large personalities. They are like a large parrot stuck in a small body. However, their small-ness is misleading too. Here's a good comparison. Cockatiels, like my Lucina, tend to be 10-14 inches long. This includes the amazing tail. Lucina was weighed this week and is 110 grams (about average for cockatiels). I haven't measured her because unless I have help, it's impossible but I'm sure she fits in this category. Caiques, like Felicity, tend to be 9-11 inches, but they don't have that extra long tail. So, she kinda looks as if she's the same size as Lucina but get this: Caiques weigh 150-160 grams! That's a huge difference when you're that little. And I can certainly feel it when I pick them up. Her head is also much larger than Lucina's (and therefore a much larger beak). I'm not sure exactly what Felicity weighs, but as a good birdy mom should, I'll be getting a scale soon. I'm trying to figure out how I can rig a perch on a kitchen scale because birdy scales are seriously overpriced. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">"So how did you come by your newest bundle of joy?" Well, like I said, I wasn't planning on getting another bird just yet. I had thought for awhile that I would love to have another, but I had been thinking of a Green Cheeked Conure. I loved my conure and have wanted another one for a long time, but parrots are expensive. I didn't really want another cockatiel. As much as I love Lucina, and she apparently only has eyes for me (seriously dislikes everyone else - except an unnamed person she hasn't seen in awhile, apparently we both have bad taste in men) I wanted a bird I could interact with more. Lucina is not much for playing. She just wants to cuddle and explore. So my bestest friend, whom I call sister, Andrea decided this past spring that she was going to get a bird, only she's not really a bird person. She did tons of research to determine the type of bird that might be best for her and came up with a Black Headed Caique. Then she found a wonderful breeder who sent weekly updates with pictures after the birds hatched. She also sent pics to me to show how the birds were growing. I don't have them all because at the time I thought this was going to be Andrea's baby, and while I loved living vicariously through her and seeing the babies grow up, I didn't save all the pics. I have found a few though that are apparently still in my inbox. Here's the first baby picture:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Ok, if you're not a bird person (and so few of us are) then I know what you're thinking, "OMG what an ugly creature!" They don't have feathers yet and so little of the down, and apparently her sibling there is so young he can't even hold his head up! Felicity is the older one. I love this picture. One, because I think they are adorable and two, because they look like little baby dinosaurs. It really gives credence to the theory that birds descended from dinosaurs. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">You see how slowly they develop? This is similar to how the larger parrots develop. Most other birds their size would be close to weening by this time. Lucina was only about 1 1/2 - 2 months old when I brought her home. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So once Felicity is weened, Andrea and her husband head down to Houston to pick her up. That's about a 5-6 hour drive one way. They go down and back without stopping except to pick her up. 2 days later the bird is mine. :) Andrea has discovered she is truly not a bird person. Poor thing, I feel bad for her. She knows this is a wonderful bird but for some reason can't make herself look past the mess and scaliness and all out birdiness of a bird. She tells me if I don't want this bird it's going back to the breeder. Wait, I can HAVE the bird? Because I certainly don't have the money to buy one and she's adorable and wants so bad to play and cuddle in my hair. And I get this amazing cage with a divider that both birds can live in? Sold! My first thought is, maybe she'll teach Lucina to eat real food. hahahahaha. Lucina was not raised by a good breeder. I got her from a local pet store. While I don't normally like pet store animals, especially birds, they do hand feed their birds at this store which is so important for good pet birds. In the 6 1/2 years since I've gotten Lucina, I have revised my position on this store but at the time I thought they were fairly wonderful. They do hand feed the babies, but once they're weened, they get no human interaction except the customers and they are weened onto seed and millet!! That is the WORST diet for a bird. It was all I could do to get Lucina to switch to pellets, and I still have a hard time getting her to eat fresh fruit and veggies. Felicity was weened onto a variety of foods and loves veggies and fruit. Within 2 days, Lucina was trying the food I made for Felicity! She still doesn't eat much but at least she's nibbling at it. Of course, I'm crumbling Nutriberries (a mix of flavored pellet, grain, and seed) on top of her bowl. Whatever, I have to do to get her to try it! Then at "family breakfast" on the 3rd day I shot this:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"> Felicity is happily munching away at everything in sight, while Lucina is as far she can be without falling off the table, happily ignoring even the food I put directly in front of her. Then, viola! She turns and tries the apple and orange. She appears to like the orange better and a few minutes later I shot this:</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Success!!! </span></div>Suzannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02947618516813817972noreply@blogger.com1