http://www.deseretnews.com/dn/view/0,1249,660195184,00.html
This has broken my heart today.
Broken by the grief of those who've lost love.
Broken by the pain that would lead to such senseless violence.
Broken by the condition of our gray world.
Broken by the loss of hope and increase in sorrow.
Broken by my inability to do more, to change more, to care less.
Who was this refugee child? What had he felt and seen and experienced in his short 18 years that would cause this sort of tragic leap? I truly cried when I read this because of the victims but also because this boy, the perpetrator of such a gruesome crime, was most likely a victim himself....victim of war and poverty and exodus. Dear world, our children are desperate!!!!! CAN WE NOT ALL DO JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE TO BRING THEM PEACE?????????????????????????????????????????????????????? I will not sit idly by. I will not separate myself from this story. I will wear myself out in this pursuit...to ease the burdens we place upon children even if just for a moment in time. I believe and I have work to do.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Thursday, February 08, 2007
The One Blog Where I Don't Write About Anna Nicole
NO COMMENT. NO COMMENT. (that's what I'm telling all the press who keep calling and asking me what I think about the sad news of Ms. Smith's demise.)
So this is my niece, J. I've been watching her for a couple of days while I am here at my mom and dad's in portland and I have learned the reason for all desire to propagate the species:
ummmm....It's REALLY fun to make kids wear weird things and dance around all funny to entertain boring adults! With this new piece of knowledge, I plan to make my children look a little bit like bag ladies whenever possible simply for my own enjoyment. I had this really rad bib on her with this hat and crazy circus onsie and I guess my mom thought it was a bit much, but you can at least sort of get the idea. Plus she does this dance where she waves her hands around and hops up and down. Tomorrow, I'm going to see what happens when I wrap her up in a blanket and swing her around till she pukes...it was always so fun when we were kids!
OK, OK, I won't do it until she throws up....I mean it takes a lot of work to clean up applejuice vomit and now that I'm addicted to The Janice! Dickenson! Modeling! Agency! on the Oh! channel, I don't have time for such frivolity. Have you seen this show??? WE HAVE TO TALK. Now that I'm back at the rents with 200 channels of cable and no job, I've been reduced to my former transient self watching marathons of What Not To Wear and free movies on in-demand...(today's highlight: YENTL. Who knew that a young, bearded, yarmulka-wearing mandy patinkin could make this mormon girl sweat and sing along with barbra?) Anyway, I know it's gotten bad because up until today I have been secretely watching Janice ( a trashy, trashy modelling agency reality show) when I'm home with the tot during the day. But tonight, I started to get a little edgy and when faced with the choice of watching an edited version of "Something to Talk About" with the affable dennis quaid or a NEW EPISODE of Evil Evil Collagen Lipped Janice, I chose the latter. Mistake. My sister walked in the family room while I was endulging and my shame was made public and I realized that any show that you have to watch like it's porn should not be watched at all. Back to "Myth Busters" and "CSpan: BOOKATTACK!"
Actually, I think I will try to abstain from all television tomorrow. Frankly I think it's slowly killing me much like crystal light and spray butter. And besides, I really rather relish (great alliteration, no?) my high horse platform from the last three years. I need to be able to continue to say condescendingly, "Oh, no, I don't need to rush home on Monday night for a TELEVISION show. I don't really even know what you mean when you say, "Siler's Alive". I don't even HAVE television." please.
So this is my niece, J. I've been watching her for a couple of days while I am here at my mom and dad's in portland and I have learned the reason for all desire to propagate the species:
ummmm....It's REALLY fun to make kids wear weird things and dance around all funny to entertain boring adults! With this new piece of knowledge, I plan to make my children look a little bit like bag ladies whenever possible simply for my own enjoyment. I had this really rad bib on her with this hat and crazy circus onsie and I guess my mom thought it was a bit much, but you can at least sort of get the idea. Plus she does this dance where she waves her hands around and hops up and down. Tomorrow, I'm going to see what happens when I wrap her up in a blanket and swing her around till she pukes...it was always so fun when we were kids!
OK, OK, I won't do it until she throws up....I mean it takes a lot of work to clean up applejuice vomit and now that I'm addicted to The Janice! Dickenson! Modeling! Agency! on the Oh! channel, I don't have time for such frivolity. Have you seen this show??? WE HAVE TO TALK. Now that I'm back at the rents with 200 channels of cable and no job, I've been reduced to my former transient self watching marathons of What Not To Wear and free movies on in-demand...(today's highlight: YENTL. Who knew that a young, bearded, yarmulka-wearing mandy patinkin could make this mormon girl sweat and sing along with barbra?) Anyway, I know it's gotten bad because up until today I have been secretely watching Janice ( a trashy, trashy modelling agency reality show) when I'm home with the tot during the day. But tonight, I started to get a little edgy and when faced with the choice of watching an edited version of "Something to Talk About" with the affable dennis quaid or a NEW EPISODE of Evil Evil Collagen Lipped Janice, I chose the latter. Mistake. My sister walked in the family room while I was endulging and my shame was made public and I realized that any show that you have to watch like it's porn should not be watched at all. Back to "Myth Busters" and "CSpan: BOOKATTACK!"
Actually, I think I will try to abstain from all television tomorrow. Frankly I think it's slowly killing me much like crystal light and spray butter. And besides, I really rather relish (great alliteration, no?) my high horse platform from the last three years. I need to be able to continue to say condescendingly, "Oh, no, I don't need to rush home on Monday night for a TELEVISION show. I don't really even know what you mean when you say, "Siler's Alive". I don't even HAVE television." please.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
CH...CH...CH....CHANGES
Everything is changing. The world is in flux. I no longer live in Salt Lake City. I no longer work at the world wide land conservation non-profit. I no longer sign in to Normal girls using my hotmail account.
They just made this sort of monumental switch over to gmail here at blogger.com and if you thought sleeping on my mom and dad's couch for the next two weeks waiting for my Korean visa would throw me over the edge, you had no idea what screwing with my blog would do. I genuinely live in "overwhelm" these days so when I signed in and it took me 10 minutes to access my blog after jumping through a bit of a hoop to get a gmail account, I wanted to burst into tears and throw my computer across the room. I'm OK now. The shaking has subsided.
Quick life update. Talked to Adam today. That was fun since I hadn't heard from him since he went on a mystery trip to Brisbane and presumably got eaten by a croc. Glad he's alive and in the world.
Have been babysitting nieces and nephews during the days and prying sticky fingers off the keyboard as I try futilely (did you have any clue that word was spelled that way???) to convince the University of Pennsylvania that I was indeed a student at their school and they should indeed LET ME ORDER MY TRANSCRIPT online. I'm not kidding. I'm about to put down.
The transcript is for my application to grad school. I'm applying for a masters in international education from Drexel in philly. I thought about U of Pheonix online, but it hurts my feelings to think about writing that on my resume (no offense). Drexel has a decent online program and they actually care to see my transcripts before letting riffraff like me into their school. U of Phoenix patted me on the head and gave me a lollypop as they told me how to get financial aid.
I can say that because my dad was an instructor for UofP. 1 out of 1 O'Daly's agree. U of Phoenix is not for me. (the rhyming is the result of hanging out with 1 year olds all day).
I'm in between everything. I was so busy in my last weeks in SL that I felt a little like my worst version of myself. Grouchy, complainy, cold. Now I'm here in the middle of the old and the new and I feel a lot lost. Would you believe that going to the grocery store to pick up bread and diet coke is the only thing that has made me feel normal in the last 5 days? In a life now completely devoid of routine, that simple act gave me the semblence of self. Tomorrow I will start again. Annyeonghasseyo.
They just made this sort of monumental switch over to gmail here at blogger.com and if you thought sleeping on my mom and dad's couch for the next two weeks waiting for my Korean visa would throw me over the edge, you had no idea what screwing with my blog would do. I genuinely live in "overwhelm" these days so when I signed in and it took me 10 minutes to access my blog after jumping through a bit of a hoop to get a gmail account, I wanted to burst into tears and throw my computer across the room. I'm OK now. The shaking has subsided.
Quick life update. Talked to Adam today. That was fun since I hadn't heard from him since he went on a mystery trip to Brisbane and presumably got eaten by a croc. Glad he's alive and in the world.
Have been babysitting nieces and nephews during the days and prying sticky fingers off the keyboard as I try futilely (did you have any clue that word was spelled that way???) to convince the University of Pennsylvania that I was indeed a student at their school and they should indeed LET ME ORDER MY TRANSCRIPT online. I'm not kidding. I'm about to put down.
The transcript is for my application to grad school. I'm applying for a masters in international education from Drexel in philly. I thought about U of Pheonix online, but it hurts my feelings to think about writing that on my resume (no offense). Drexel has a decent online program and they actually care to see my transcripts before letting riffraff like me into their school. U of Phoenix patted me on the head and gave me a lollypop as they told me how to get financial aid.
I can say that because my dad was an instructor for UofP. 1 out of 1 O'Daly's agree. U of Phoenix is not for me. (the rhyming is the result of hanging out with 1 year olds all day).
I'm in between everything. I was so busy in my last weeks in SL that I felt a little like my worst version of myself. Grouchy, complainy, cold. Now I'm here in the middle of the old and the new and I feel a lot lost. Would you believe that going to the grocery store to pick up bread and diet coke is the only thing that has made me feel normal in the last 5 days? In a life now completely devoid of routine, that simple act gave me the semblence of self. Tomorrow I will start again. Annyeonghasseyo.
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