9/26/09

Pictures from Provo

Bridal Veil Falls


 
 
A tribute to those who couldn't come to the party


These are life size statues. That's how much I care about you. If these pictures make them seem smaller, it must be a trick of the light. weird.


This is Anonymous. He/she is holding a gun as if to say, "Don't come any closer--you might find out who I am."


 
 
 
 
 
The others wanted to try some voo doo on these statues, but don't worry. I wouldn't let them.




Anona and her daughter Sammy (Samantha)
 
Jaime Sorensen and fiance Mike


 candids from here on out...


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


These are also on Facebook, if you'd rather look there.

9/24/09

short vent

Grades are my golden god.

I hate that I care. I hate that I base my faith in myself on numbers which should mean little. It’s a heavy weight and a narcotic, and I am addicted. I can last a while “not caring.” But I go back every time.

9/21/09

Letter from Skyler

I like this e-mail. He's right; I'm posting it. Ta Dah . . .
Sis. Morgan,
Hey there. I just wanted to say hi and check how everything was going. I miss Rexburg. It's a little lonely here, but I'm pretty sure this is where I need to be. I actually listened to some of your advice, and I prayed about about where I should be. Ever since then, I just feel right about coming back in January. I like the fact that I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
How's the WC? Have you had the first party yet? My mom and I might visit at the end of this month. If you haven't had the party yet--and you can wait that long--I'd love to be able to go. If not, I totally understand. How are the new people? No one you want to kill... hopefully? I miss it a lot.
You know, I had a weird thought yesterday. One of my best friends left for his mission today, and, as I was saying goodbye's and all that, I realized I had known him for almost ten years. I realized how many memories he and I had shared, and how close we had grown together. It's like we are family. It was a weird, almost unsettling, realization. And I say unsettling when, really, I mean surprising. The reason why I'm telling you all this is because, for some strange reason, I think of the WC as a part of my family too. I think it's pretty obvious how close we are, but I think we forget that sometimes when we have rough spots--like with Matt last semester. I mean, if we actually looked at it like a family (which we should because that's what it is), then we would have realized that with sixteen kids (sometimes seventeen, for the times you're included) who spend an unnatural amount of time together, there are going to be some problems. That's just logic; we're not the Brady Bunch, or the Partridge Family, or even the Osmond's. We're us--and we make it work.

Take care and all that. Don't spend too much time stressing over little things--that's very unzen-like.

--Skyler

9/11/09

air in taiwan

The air this morning smells like incense. Outside... inside... everywhere.
I got up a little earlier than usual this morning (yes, 8am is now earlier than usual. We don't go to bed until 1 or 2 since we work until 9pm or so) to go practice capoiera with my roomate at the university track and field. When I got back I was feeling feisty, so I took on some sit-ups. It was only then that I realized how out of shape I had become. I think I will be sore tomorrow. After that I snuck into our still dark room and turned off the alarm so I could crawl into bed and play the part myself. I got in right behind Adam and told him about my self-appointed role, to which he responded by swinging his hand back over his head, gently pushing down on the top of my head and saying, "snooze." It didn't work.
We got ready and ate, for the first time in a while, a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. Few things compare. I sent Adam off to work at about 10:20 and climbed the stairs designed for size 5 feet to do some laundry. Our laundry "room" is really more of a laundry balcony on the third floor. It sits outside, three floors up, and overlooks the tile courtyard and vacant lot behind our building.
As I was loading the darks, I could hear the chanting of a bai-bai calling faithful sinners to come seek the favor of the gods. There was a steady drum, something like a heavy cymbal or light gong, and a single voice amplified by either great acoustics or a microphone. The voice sung its prayer in the same note for about 10 silables, wavered, and then made the same sound again. They all blended together with the air and the traffic and the dryer in the way sounds blend together when you just wake up in the morning.
I couldn't help drifting downstairs and outside to go see how close I could get. I walked outside and around the block toward the entrance of the monestary. I went through the gate just a few steps and sat down on a curb on the edge of the courtyard and listened. I didn't see anyone except for a grandfather in slacks and a windbreaker being followed by a little boy who couldn't have been more than three. The latter was wearing a white sweater with teddy bear ears on top, and blue crocs. The grandfather walked down the steps from the temple, bowed to the altar, and then continued across the courtyard. The little boy made his way down the steps, brought his little hands together in front of him, bowed to the altar, then turned and bowed to the temple. Three, tops.
I sat and watched them for a while. The front of the temple is big and open with a shrine inside. There's a small table in front of the entrance where the figure of a red-faced god sits, and to whom offerings of yellow spirit money or baked goods are made. The sound was loud enough to fill up the air, but so serene that it was easy to notice a white-winged moth wobble through the breeze to make its way to one of the well-kept gardens on either side of the entrance.
The grandpa noticed me so I nodded where I sat. He smiled broadly. This was probably just due to the sight of a white person listening to bai-bai. A local friend told me that they have the idea here that all white people are Christian.) and then nodded deeply in return. Taiwan was a part of Japan a long time ago, so I wonder if that's where all the nodding and bowing comes from. Well, I stood up and excused myself. I knew even though my back was turned that Grandpa was watching me go, so I turned and bowed a little one more time. He did the same.

9/7/09

First Day of School


My first day teaching 10th grade is tomorrow. Sister Morgan, every time I look at my bulletin board, you'll give me strength. Thanks. You probably have no idea how grateful so many people are for you and your influence. I pray often for gratitude that I had the Writing Center cocoon in my life. Miss you.
Jami

9/4/09

Provo Party

The polls are in: Saturday, September 26 is the day (sorry Leanna). 12 noon is the time. Bridal Veil Falls Park in Provo Canyon is the place.

I'll provide hot dogs/buns, marshmallows, paper plates/cups/napkins, and plastic utensils.

It's up to you to bring the rest: condiments, chips, side-dishes, beverages, whatever you want to bring.