Monthly Archives: October, 2011

Friday Five: Disasters

Yesterday got busy, so I’m taking a victory lap on Friday.

  1. What natural disasters (earthquakes, tsunami, volcanoes, wildfires, tornadoes, hurricanes/typhoons/cyclones, floods, landslides, etc) is your area prone to? We get tornadoes and I think hurricanes, but I’m not sure. We definitely have wildfires. I’m pretty sure a lot of those are still burning; we’ve had cold fronts, but not much rain.
  2. What natural disasters have you experienced firsthand? I’ve been through a tornado, a hurricane, and a couple of typhoons (Pacific hurricanes). I’m glad I missed the East Coast earthquake, because I would have called “end of the world” on that. I still kind of do.
  3. Have you ever been evacuated due to a natural disaster? I have never been evacuated, but we used to lose power during typhoons all the time.
  4. Have you made/do you make any special preparations in case of natural disaster where you live? I don’t have a disaster plan, but I’ve thought about what I would grab in case of fire.
  5. What type of natural disaster scares you the most? East Coast earthquakes!

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Friday Five: Pets

On the flip side, last week’s F5 was late, and this week’s isn’t up, so I am technically still on time.

  1. What was your first pet’s name? My mom had a parakeet when I was born, but it died when I was still very small. I don’t remember its name. My first pet was named Goldie.
  2. What kind of animal was your first pet? She was a goldfish. Creativity kicks in early, you see.
  3. If you have a pet now, what kind of animal is it? I don’t have any pets, but I’ve thought about getting fish or a turtle. I don’t have much space as it is, so I’m not eager to get something that would take up too much of it.
  4. What is your favorite animal to have as a pet? I don’t generally like pets.
  5. What animal have you always wanted to have as a pet? A tiger! I know it’s illegal since they’re endangered, but Princess Jasmine got to do it.

Lucky. (artist unknown)

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Booking Through Thursday: Vacation and Hard

Considering the theme of last week’s BTT, perhaps it is appropriate that I’m only getting to answer on my first full day off from work in two weeks solid.

Oct. 20: Do your reading habits change when you’re on vacation? Do you read more? Do you indulge in lighter, fluffier books than you usually read? Do you save up special books so you’ll be able to spend real vacation time with them? Or do you just read the same old stuff, vacation or not?

I haven’t been away on vacation in a very long time. I prefer staycations, really, like Deb (the BTT poster). When I’m home on vacation, I do tend to read more, although these days that translates into a lot more online reading. Generally, my current job has actually made it easier to read more real books, since I can take out some big chunks while I eat lunch, lacking a TV to stare at. I try to mix fluffy books in with serious books regardless of when I’m reading them.

Oct. 27: What’s the hardest/most challenging book you’ve ever read? Was it worth the effort? Did you read it by choice or was it an assignment/obligation?

Re-reading The Giver earlier this month was really difficult emotionally. I hadn’t read it since I officially became pro-life, so it was even harder to keep turning pages, but it was absolutely worth the pain.

A lot of the books I read for my Chicano literature class in college were difficult because they had such a strange style or were graphic (and not just the graphic novel). That was the same year I had to read Tristram Shandy, come to think of it. It was worth being able to discuss them in class and do well on my exams, but I doubt I’d have chosen to read any of those of my own free will.

Of course, reading in Spanish is the hardest of all, so the novels I read for my Spanish history class probably win the “hardest book” award in the end.

The Night I Met Jon Foreman

Tuesday, October 18, 2011, was the best and worst day I’ve had in recent memory. The first word out of my mouth was, “No!” The last word was a song…but I’ll get back to that later.

Tuesday is when I have my holy hour at 7 a.m. I live just minutes from the church, but it takes me a while to get ready in the morning, so the best case scenario puts my wake-up call at 5:30 a.m.

I am always late for my holy hour.

Tuesday morning, however, I managed to hit not the snooze button, but the off button. My early-morning stupor wore off, and I reopened my eyes to see 7:07 on the clock. Seven minutes into my first appointment of the day and still in bed, I yelled, “No!” and laid flat on my back trying to decide what to do. I reasoned that showering, throwing on clothes, and driving to the church would only leave me about fifteen minutes in my “hour,” so I stayed home and did the same prayers I would normally have done at church.

Getting up so early usually makes me very on time for work, even when I need a catch-up nap. This time, I still had to get ready and make a grocery run before my 10:00 meeting. Moving like the wind, I whirled into the meeting room at work at approximately 9:55. The meeting went fairly normally, except that I was quiet because I’d had such a rough start. I was noticeably having a bad day as I tackled a stack of emails and catch-up work from the previous night, when I’d been in the office until almost 9 p.m.

Daily Mass was fine; I ate lunch at 2 because I wasn’t hungry before then. I did manage to wrap up all my loose ends in time to duck out before close of business (with permission) to drive the few blocks to Stubb’s BBQ, where I had volunteered to work selling merchandise. The lovely ladies at Land of Broken Hearts passed along the call for workers, and I answered because it gave me a good reason for attending alone. Little did I know it would help my day take a dramatic upward swing.

I hadn’t bought a ticket, so I cautiously approached the Stubb’s security man (whose shirt actually said the nonmenacing “safety” on the back) to ask for Bobby. He let me inside the gate, and Bobby showed up a few minutes later. I helped him unpack and sort some shirts. Other volunteers showed up over the next hour, and then Bobby briefed us on how to use the credit card machines and the different jobs we could do. I was excited. Switchfoot always gets me excited.

The gate opened around 7 p.m. The merch volunteers who’d bought tickets were released to go get close to the stage. I stayed behind with a few other non-ticketholders to cover pre-show sales. Atomic Tom opened; I’d never heard of them, but I enjoyed what I half-heard of their music. They had merchandise as well, so they seemed more legit than most opening bands I’ve seen. As Anberlin played with their fill-in singers from Story of the Year, Bobby dispatched me to walk among the crowd on foot selling full-band autographed copies of Vice Verses. They go for $10, which is less than an unsigned CD retail. I pushed that selling point so hard and frequently that I almost talked myself into buying one! My most productive spot was just inside the gate. I realized after some circulating that I probably seemed really sketchy to a lot of potential customers: I was wearing my hipster chic fedora (in honor of Jon; I can’t lie), I’m black (which is not super common in Austin), and my offical worker sticker was at my waist so as not to obscure my shirt. I could have been a creeper selling fake CDs. I did sell five of them, though, to people who realized that I was legit.

When Switchfoot took the stage, the four of us left at the merch table (me and three guys) shifted to the very end of the table so we could see the stage. We were in the back, but we were there, and being in the back worked out well for me last time. Switchfoot started off strong and kept the hits coming: “Stars,” “Meant to Live,” and “This Is Your Life,” along with “Dark Horses,” “The War Inside” (with Jon’s additional drumming), and “Where I Belong.” Jon, ever true to self, climbed all over the speakers and the balcony stairs as he sang. I feared he would climb into the tree, but he managed to stay on lower ground. One thing I distinctly missed was the commentary Jon has made at the other shows I’ve been to. There were no introductions of the band members (not that most of the crowd seemed to need any), there was no cover song, and I’m guessing the city-specific “Cowboy Song” is long gone. We got “The Yellow Rose of Texas” from Drew, but cowboys are cooler than synchronized clapping.

After an encore that surprised no one, all seven of us merch kids went back to work. I commented to a woman patiently waiting for service for her and her two boys that we were running the table much like a bar: find a space in front, figure out what you want, and wait until you catch a worker’s attention. It calmed down eventually, and we began to clean up and tally the remaining inventory.

After the crowd had all cleared out and equipment was being cleared from the stage, one eagle-eyed merch worker spotted a familiar shape: she knew it was either Drew or Chad among the instrument cases on stage. Bobby radioed over and asked Drew to come back to meet us. The aforementioned girl was stoked. She’d made a poster (“You can’t silence my love for Switchfoot!”), a t-shirt (“Concrete girl, don’t fall over,” which I’m pretty sure is actually misquoted), and driven five hours from west Texas to see her first show in six years of fandom. I was excited for her! Drew was very relaxed, albeit unimpressed when I proudly told him I’d personally sold five CDs.

“That’s not that many,” he said.

“It’s more than zero,” I replied. That philosophy has so very many applications.

“That is true. I have sold zero CDs,” he mused.

I realized that was awkward, so I admitted, “Well, you were involved in the production.” Then I figured I should just stop talking.

Pleased and satisfied with that mini meet-and-greet, I went back to work. Most of the other volunteers left. I had just pulled out my phone to check Twitter for news of an aftershow when I heard one of the remaining workers say something about “the big man himself.” I looked up, and Jon Foreman was standing at the table.

This was probably the best idea of my entire life.

I managed not to panic as I leapt across the distance and shook his hand. He noticed my shirt quizzically, so I explained my adventure at Goodwill and my attempt to breathe “new life into old merch.” I can’t remember whether he used the word “awesome” or if that’s what I remember because I say “awesome” all the time, but I am 100% sure he said he liked it. My night was made.

If I’d had a real camera, I’d have asked for a photo of him and me in my shirt. (By the way, it’s true that he is not a tall man.) On the other hand, I would have only brought my camera if I hadn’t been working, so I could keep an eye on it. And if I hadn’t been working, I would never have gotten that kind of attention, not even if I’d stayed for the aftershow. He did eventually play one in that very tree I’d wondered about.

But ifs and maybes are inconsequential because, as I sang on the way back to my car (to the tune of “The Farmer in the Dell”), “He said he liked my shirt, he said he liked my shirt, that was really awesome, ’cause he said he liked my shirt!”

Best. Tuesday. Ever.

Deep in the Shallows (Review: “The Giver”)

photo by London looks

We Americans live in a world where choice reigns supreme. Everything from what exotic fruit to enjoy at any given time of year to when and whether to have children is up to our choosing. Whether we should make those choices is an entirely different question. That requires wisdom, faith, and a well-formed conscience. But what happens when people aren’t willing to learn, to trust, and to reason? What if they choose incorrectly? Would it be better to just take away their ability to choose?

In the futuristic world of Lois Lowry’s barely twenty-year-old classic, The Giver, the government has reached exactly that conclusion.

Read the rest at Austin Catholic New Media. This one’s nicely timed with the Pro-Life Day of Silent Solidarity, if I do say so myself.

Friday Five: Spirituality

Hooray! It’s technically Saturday, but this is an F5 I can definitely get into.

  1. What religion, spirituality, or belief system were you raised in? I was basically raised Catholic.
  2. Do you subscribe to the same belief system now? If not, what do you believe/identify with now? Absolutely. It’s my job now!
  3. Is belonging to an organized religious community important to you? Why nor why not? Yes. It’s very important, and not just because it’s my job. Being in ACE taught me how important community really is, beyond just friendships, per se. I don’t think I would have joined ACE if I weren’t Catholic, and although I could have grown to understand community without ACE, it wouldn’t have been the same.
  4. Have you read any holy texts? (Of your faith or another). Have they had/do they have any impact on your worldview? In what way? I’ve been trying to read the Bible for four years. I recently crossed the halfway point, and it feels fantastic. I’ve learned a lot, and it feels good to defy the stereotype that Catholics don’t read the Bible. I haven’t purposely read any other holy texts, but I read parts of the Bhagavad Gita and Upanishads when I was teaching world literature.
  5. Do you participate in any spiritual rituals? (Eg: prayer, religious services, nonsecular holidays, etc). I pray multiple times per day and go to Mass every day I’m at work, but I did those things in college, too. It’s what works for me.

The F5 has new moderators recently, and their choices of question sets have been home runs week after week. I can’t wait to see what’s up for next week

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Booking Through Thursday: Sequel

As I begin writing this, it’s 11:54, so I’m just going to take a mulligan on my Thursday and Friday memes.

If you could get a sequel for any book, what would it be?

My first instinct was to make a wild request for another Harry Potter, but then I remembered that I’m satisfied with the way JKR ended it. And then we got The Tales of Beedle the Bard on top of that. Besides, Pottermore is a pretty neat way to extend its life. (I will post more about Pottermore soon.)

Looking back on the books I’ve read recently, I could use a little more story from The Collar. It’s nonfiction, but I could get into a book written about a more modern/traditional seminary. One of my college acquaintances just became a deacon. I want to hear about how the new evangelization is affecting regular seminary life.

I suppose I’m happy with the one-shot books I read, and the series tend to end when they’ve run their courses. Not desperately wanting any sequels is a good place to be.

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