Oh man oh man, my brain is all over architecture, pulling it apart and putting it back together to make sense and so forth. My neighbor lives in a 100 year old house with add on's. We helped her tear apart her yucky flooring and 60's thin, tacky wall paneling tonight. I want to tear down the whole house and start over. There are some houses that have had too much done to them them they've lost the integrity to the original idea of the house and/or they just never made sense in the beginning at all.
With architecture in mind, I move to the new Draper, Utah, LDS temple. We've purposely driven from Alpine over the new mountain pass into the top south mountain of Draper to watch the construction and final stages of this new temple over the last year. It's an alpine drive most definately. I love where it sits nestled in the depths of the mountains in this area of Draper. So last saturday it was really fun being there with my sis and her fam, and my little fam, as well as having the presence of my dad and my mom came too in our tour of the new temple. Ironically the weather was a beautiful fog, but it kept us from seeing the outside of the temple to its maximum potential.
The Celestial room was magnificent with the dome a simple yet richly detailed piece and the gold lined walls and the crystal chandeliers equal to any of the most ornate rooms I've seen in my European travels to grand palaces and stately homes. Yet in the Sealing room where a sweet couple around my age explained to the kids and others present, about what the idea of a sealing meant to them in their lives, you could definately feel the presence of the spiritual nature of this temple creation. To be fair, the rest of the temple was lovely in its decor, a lot of art deco, which I love but is similar to other temples that have been built in the last 15 years, specifically the A.F. and Bountiful temples, so was somewhat uneventful. However, the afore mentioned rooms were what made the viewing of the structure for me, and in my weird mind of configuring architectural placement, where the temple was built made sense. It is close to the "heavens" and circling around in the sky's are the beauty of the birds and hidden in the surrounding hills are the innocence of deer as they make their way in and about the hillside terrain they add presense of nature in God's circle of life.
In no way do I want to sound as if I take having the significance and beauty of an LDS temple around our everyday scenery for granted. I have an artists eye, and therefore I critique. The Temple is a work of art to me as well as a spiritual tribute to our Father in Heaven and his work here on earth for all of us. It signify's the beauty of our lives and what we can accomplish only through our gratitude to all that he has given us.
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
work in progress- start of 2nd short story
It was a drab, grayish cover in the sky sneaking up on the afternoon, as I drove up to the parking lot of the elementary school. It gave off a feeling of being boxed into a plastic container that is just about to have its lid put on. As the car started to slow down and inch along in speed, Christian jumped out of the car as he had come to do lately since watching an old episode of 'Starsky and Hutch' from cable. I tried to catch him with a stern disapproving comment but he was off and nearly out of visibility before I could even stumble through a few noise making words.
There I sat, transfixed on where I was, yes it was a parking lot but it was the prequil to where I had been over the last 6 years. I had made brief encounters to this same parking lot 6 years earlier when Christian had been the one to go to this school by himself, where now it was his brother Patrick who had brought us here...to this point of surreality exposed. It was that moment of vulnerability that creates a dejai vu in ones life.
And in a moment my thoughts were interrupted in the distance by the faint carrying of voices in the cold, and slightly threatening sky. One voice, then two and as a third voice emerged a trio of kids arrived in full view, carrying on in conversation in a playful yet dedicated manner. And soon to follow was the onslaught of more elementary school children. All alert, some with an immediate agenda to possibly get home fast, others atune to their social surroundings and who were locked into the intensity of it all.
In the midst of the group Christian stood out, obviously because he did not look the part of an elementary child and of course lagging not too far behind was Patrick and another boy who appeared to be playfully hopping, then skipping and then too, was conversing with Patrick. As they got closer to the car, perpendicular to all were large mounds of snow piled up high against a new chain-linked fence that separated the grassy play area of the school yard from the small U-shaped parking lot. All at once Christian seemed to be verbally startled by the young boy who had been dilly- dallying along with Patrick. He seemed to take it in stride as just the rantings of a little boy who wanted to make his presence know and was fishing for where the boundaries lay around the "older" kid. Plus the kid probably was the youngest in a family where making himself stand out by taking potshots, was in fact, the only way to be heard.
Christian with easy strides, glidded over to the car door and entered without comment. As I looked at him to make my previously unheard mumblings restated, my mind stopped short and I just thanked him instead for fetching his younger brother for me. As I turned to then acknowledge what I assumed was the approach of Patrick towards our car , my eye caught sight of Patrick and his friend instead fixed and attentively gazing at that long mound of snow before them. Besides being high, round and somewhat packed against the fence, it also ran the length of the fence all the way to the entrance of the parking lot. The boys looked at each other, and Seans friend said a quick word, which drew a smile and a quick kick of his boot through the snow from Sean as the other boy began to climb excitedly up the mound of snow. Sean quickly realized that he too was not going to be left behind and he set off to catch up with his friend.
As I watched through my car window at the scene taking place, I realized that what appeared to me to be a big, plowed mound of slightly dirty snow was in fact something far more revered and adventureous in the eyes of my son and his friend. For them it was an unspoken knowledge, where there was to be no misinterpretations: That snow was there to be conquered! They saw an endless mountain of white and they knew their duty to it and themselves and no one would stand in their way, especially that nagging noise in the background of what was in fact my voice trying to break a small crack into the shut-off left side of my childs brain.
There I sat, transfixed on where I was, yes it was a parking lot but it was the prequil to where I had been over the last 6 years. I had made brief encounters to this same parking lot 6 years earlier when Christian had been the one to go to this school by himself, where now it was his brother Patrick who had brought us here...to this point of surreality exposed. It was that moment of vulnerability that creates a dejai vu in ones life.
And in a moment my thoughts were interrupted in the distance by the faint carrying of voices in the cold, and slightly threatening sky. One voice, then two and as a third voice emerged a trio of kids arrived in full view, carrying on in conversation in a playful yet dedicated manner. And soon to follow was the onslaught of more elementary school children. All alert, some with an immediate agenda to possibly get home fast, others atune to their social surroundings and who were locked into the intensity of it all.
In the midst of the group Christian stood out, obviously because he did not look the part of an elementary child and of course lagging not too far behind was Patrick and another boy who appeared to be playfully hopping, then skipping and then too, was conversing with Patrick. As they got closer to the car, perpendicular to all were large mounds of snow piled up high against a new chain-linked fence that separated the grassy play area of the school yard from the small U-shaped parking lot. All at once Christian seemed to be verbally startled by the young boy who had been dilly- dallying along with Patrick. He seemed to take it in stride as just the rantings of a little boy who wanted to make his presence know and was fishing for where the boundaries lay around the "older" kid. Plus the kid probably was the youngest in a family where making himself stand out by taking potshots, was in fact, the only way to be heard.
Christian with easy strides, glidded over to the car door and entered without comment. As I looked at him to make my previously unheard mumblings restated, my mind stopped short and I just thanked him instead for fetching his younger brother for me. As I turned to then acknowledge what I assumed was the approach of Patrick towards our car , my eye caught sight of Patrick and his friend instead fixed and attentively gazing at that long mound of snow before them. Besides being high, round and somewhat packed against the fence, it also ran the length of the fence all the way to the entrance of the parking lot. The boys looked at each other, and Seans friend said a quick word, which drew a smile and a quick kick of his boot through the snow from Sean as the other boy began to climb excitedly up the mound of snow. Sean quickly realized that he too was not going to be left behind and he set off to catch up with his friend.
As I watched through my car window at the scene taking place, I realized that what appeared to me to be a big, plowed mound of slightly dirty snow was in fact something far more revered and adventureous in the eyes of my son and his friend. For them it was an unspoken knowledge, where there was to be no misinterpretations: That snow was there to be conquered! They saw an endless mountain of white and they knew their duty to it and themselves and no one would stand in their way, especially that nagging noise in the background of what was in fact my voice trying to break a small crack into the shut-off left side of my childs brain.
Friday, January 23, 2009
serious creative-writing blog
"...when silently listening to the half-crackle, half-drizzle connection of rain in its moderate rush to fall in the dark, outside my main front window, if conjurs up flashes of memories. Memories are a powerful hand on our mind. They grasp our feelings, and shake them in so many different manners." By katie marie
Here's a little exerpt. I should sit her and do more but i'm going to bed.
Here's the idea: I think it would be fun to become involved in some kind of creative writing blog of short stories.
If anybody is interested, let me know. If not I will do one and bravely open up some of my stories for critique, thoughts etc. I had to drop my creative writing class and who knows, maybe this will be better.
Here's a little exerpt. I should sit her and do more but i'm going to bed.
Here's the idea: I think it would be fun to become involved in some kind of creative writing blog of short stories.
If anybody is interested, let me know. If not I will do one and bravely open up some of my stories for critique, thoughts etc. I had to drop my creative writing class and who knows, maybe this will be better.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
wii wii does that? Ru CPR certified? and Barbie and THE BIRDS
Poor poor pooch! Like I said in my previous post, I really like Seingines DS dogs! They only require battery revival, not mouth-to-mouth revival. Besides I don't think I could share an ice-cream cone or smooch another dog the way I used to with Crackers as a kid. He even looked cute in Mag's bathing suit when we let him try it on...dad never really thought a girls swimsuit looked that cute on Crackers?
This one is funny too, especially since I luv alfred hitchcock, a cool, old, ever-so-slightly morbid, odd duck and i luved and stil luv Barbie dolls. Yeah, Barbie probably destroyed a majority of young girls self-worth in the united states and who really wants to have to get specialty fit tops due to cosmetic surgery after obsessing on her curves, but dang I still really like Barbies. Besides, Jim used to come into my room as a kid, which was loaded down with barbie dolls and barbie houses, and beat my dolls up with his GI Joe guys and make my girls into covert operation type chicks. So my girls were kind of tough in their ultra perfection. Plus, I made tons of clothes which fanned my love of fashion and I also created some cool barbie characters, like Annie Lenox barbie after I cut of Barbies blond hair to a shaped, girlie, spikey, flat-top and dyed her hair reddish/orange. (on the Barbie doll link, just fill out the log-in pg. for the springfld news..really easy and fast, then you'll get to see the Barbie page) And honestly, who wouldn't love to be Tippy Hedron, with the hair and the cute, retro traveling suit for a day, minus the birds, cause most of us already have kids clinging to our clothes, so we don't really need the birds!!
This one is funny too, especially since I luv alfred hitchcock, a cool, old, ever-so-slightly morbid, odd duck and i luved and stil luv Barbie dolls. Yeah, Barbie probably destroyed a majority of young girls self-worth in the united states and who really wants to have to get specialty fit tops due to cosmetic surgery after obsessing on her curves, but dang I still really like Barbies. Besides, Jim used to come into my room as a kid, which was loaded down with barbie dolls and barbie houses, and beat my dolls up with his GI Joe guys and make my girls into covert operation type chicks. So my girls were kind of tough in their ultra perfection. Plus, I made tons of clothes which fanned my love of fashion and I also created some cool barbie characters, like Annie Lenox barbie after I cut of Barbies blond hair to a shaped, girlie, spikey, flat-top and dyed her hair reddish/orange. (on the Barbie doll link, just fill out the log-in pg. for the springfld news..really easy and fast, then you'll get to see the Barbie page) And honestly, who wouldn't love to be Tippy Hedron, with the hair and the cute, retro traveling suit for a day, minus the birds, cause most of us already have kids clinging to our clothes, so we don't really need the birds!!
Monday, January 12, 2009
a babbling brook 2009
I seriously never even thought that my kid would out do me in the length of time he takes in having a shower. Well he does.
New semester for everyone. Yeah!
My big broder has introduced me officially to Facebook. Too funny. I'm kind of bummed out on finding out who's no longer on my "team" anymore. politics aside...people be people.
Ainsley is 1 yrs old this week! She is an adorable squirt.
Seingine has 6 dogs now on DS..and they are the sweetest, cutest, nicest smelling dogs i've ever had contact with, well except for dear old Crackers. (he's hanging out w. grandma p. on the other side)
i actually got a 'B' in Autocad last semester, my hardest class. I can now design everybody's home but just be ready for mid century modern remade or juxtaposed genres.
i have seriously been trying to downld micrsft office 2007 since july. i still can't figure it all out.
I am glad we are who we are and where we are in life! So I'm for adventures in moderation, and instead, onward and upward with harmony, growth and bubble baths a plenty!
New semester for everyone. Yeah!
My big broder has introduced me officially to Facebook. Too funny. I'm kind of bummed out on finding out who's no longer on my "team" anymore. politics aside...people be people.
Ainsley is 1 yrs old this week! She is an adorable squirt.
Seingine has 6 dogs now on DS..and they are the sweetest, cutest, nicest smelling dogs i've ever had contact with, well except for dear old Crackers. (he's hanging out w. grandma p. on the other side)
i actually got a 'B' in Autocad last semester, my hardest class. I can now design everybody's home but just be ready for mid century modern remade or juxtaposed genres.
i have seriously been trying to downld micrsft office 2007 since july. i still can't figure it all out.
I am glad we are who we are and where we are in life! So I'm for adventures in moderation, and instead, onward and upward with harmony, growth and bubble baths a plenty!
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