Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Holding on and letting go
Imagine.
Imagine a dream the size of the ocean--
Build it and breathe it and let it go.
And letting go, then dream again.
Dream a dream as high as a mountain--
Build it and breathe it and watch it go.
Then one time more,
Forge a dream as grand as the sky--
Build it and breathe it and never let it go.
Imagine a dream the size of the ocean--
Build it and breathe it and let it go.
And letting go, then dream again.
Dream a dream as high as a mountain--
Build it and breathe it and watch it go.
Then one time more,
Forge a dream as grand as the sky--
Build it and breathe it and never let it go.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Economics Class is Fun
“It’s funny how this major changes you. We make you socially
inept. You’re much more likely to cause problems in future Relief Society or Elder's Quorum meetings.
You’re much more likely to say something that will just bring everybody’s wrath down
upon you.” Dr. Showalter
“I’m in the operating room, and a little disconcerting,
cause they were just blaring country music…somehow that didn’t fit the picture
I had in mind…” Dr. Showalter
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
"How do you say 'sun umbrella' in English?"
Today I saw something I never thought I'd see. I walked out of my afternoon class to see a woman carrying an umbrella to protect herself from the sun. This is a sight I've seen many times before, but usually in Taiwan or mainland China and always, always the woman is Asian. But this woman looked more Nordic than anything with her blonde hair and tall nose. I would have stopped to take a picture if I had thought I could get away with it, but even so, she had me smiling all the way home.
Once I was asked by a Taiwanese person what the English equivalent for "sun umbrella" is. I told the person that we don't have such a thing. Maybe I'd better go find that person and revise my statement.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Here?
Of all the things they planted here,
the ones in this lone corner
seem most queer.
Stuff young and old
and black and white--
Both everything of day and night.
Of all the places far and near,
How did I end up here?
the ones in this lone corner
seem most queer.
Stuff young and old
and black and white--
Both everything of day and night.
Of all the places far and near,
How did I end up here?
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