Saturday, April 30, 2011
BEDA Blog #30 - The End
Friday, April 29, 2011
BEDA Blog #29 - E
Thursday, April 28, 2011
BEDA Blog #28 - A bitter sweet ending
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
BEDA Blog #27 - University!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
BEDA Blog #26 - Photography
Monday, April 25, 2011
BEDA Blog #25 - D
Sunday, April 24, 2011
BEDA Blog #24 - Easter/LotR Marathon
Saturday, April 23, 2011
BEDA Blog #23 - Movies 2011
- Water For Elephants - Such a beautiful book
- Thor
- Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides
- X-Men: First Class
- The Green Lantern
- Cars 2 - Even tho it looks kind of lame, I love Pixar
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part II - Hmmm do you think I want to see this? I don't know, I'm pretty on the fence about it
- Captain America: The First Avenger
- The Three Musketeers
- Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows
- The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn
Friday, April 22, 2011
BEDA Blog #22 - Most influential books I've read
- Harry Potter - This is pretty obvious. I've been a fan since 2001 when my third grade teacher read us SS. That was also when the movies came out so I've been there pretty much since the beginning. These books inspired me to read, because previously I hated reasons. The opened up my world to reading and the brilliance of writing and creating new worlds. They also gave me friends in those characters. I love Harry Potter and that entire world that J. K. Rowling created.
- Pride and Prejudice - I love this book. It was the first classic I read on my own and it is so beautiful. Elizabeth Bennett is so strong and went against what her society expected of her, which I really admire.
- The Hunger Games - If you haven't read this trilogy I highly suggest it. It is beautifully written and so awe inspiring. I can't peg a reason these books have stuck with me but they are just brilliant.
- 13 Little Blue Envelopes - Every time I read this book it inspires me to travel without a plan (which is something differently against my nature) it's funny and smart and I can not wait for the sequel (comes out in 4 days!).
- Will Grayson, Will Grayson - This book can inspire all different types of people. It has a character that everybody can relate to. For me Jane and Will Grayson (the John Green one) were such honest characters and while they were flawed they were perfect because of that. Their relationship is very similar to the way I think so I could feel for and with them at the end of the book. Another must read!
Thursday, April 21, 2011
BEDA Blog #21 - Changes
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
BEDA Blog #20 - C
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
BEDA Blog #19 - A Leather Bound Classic
I was losing her. Day after day I could see it in her eyes. She was scared. She longed for adventures and she had become too stable. I couldn’t keep her here, it would just be a cage. I would be her cage. I would rather lose her than have her resent me.
And I knew, how could I be so stupid? I knew what to except. It was why I loved her. So uncomplicated. But then it happened and I couldn't control it. I fell harder and further until it was like I couldn’t breathe when she wasn’t around. And the funny part is, I tried to hide it. I didn’t want her to leave so I concealed my feelings. She isn’t stupid, of course she would find out. You know what is even more funny, she had done it herself too. Fallen for me.
Now, don’t misunderstand me, she isn’t a hypocrite. Neither of us could help it. Last time I check, we were both humans and capable of emotions. Morrie Schwartz said “The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.” We both failed at that. I would have rather swam with sharks than admit it. But I’m being hyperbolic. Of course I wouldn’t swim with sharks. I would man up and tell her. And that’s what I did.
And two months later she was scared. We had become too comfortable. Everyday I would come home expecting to see all of her stuff gone and a hand written letter on the counter. Because that is what she did, hand wrote things. I never knew why. Maybe she liked to pretend she was Lizzie Bennett writing to Darcy. I should have asked her. Yet everyday I came home and her things were still there. So I thought, she’s gonna stay. I bought us plane tickets to Alaska. We could see the Northern lights I said. Like you’ve always wanted. She put on a smile and kissed my forehead. That sounds great, she whispered. She could have her adventure and be here too.
Her masquerade was flawless.
It finally happened. We were to leave for Alaska in three days. I walked through the door and stopped in my tracks. A single envelope was on the counter. The heavy cream parchment paper. My name scribbled on the front. For some one who hand wrote things, she did not have great penmanship. In a daze, I picked up the envelope. Going through each room and mentally categorized everything that had been hers. A leather bound copy of Pride and Prejudice she had bought at a flee market. Her tea cup from London. The vanilla and peppermint candles in the living room. Her hairspray in the bathroom. All the little things I had never thought of were like frozen bullet to my chest.
Finally, I came to the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed, her suit case full but opened. In her hand she played with the silver chair she always wore with the small silver locket I’d given her. Saddness was knotted in the back of my throat. Even knowing it was coming didn’t prepare me for the actually moment. It also didn’t help that I thought she would just leave not stay to chat.
Pushing her hair behind her ear, she looked up at me. Small tears, like freshly polished diamonds were on her cheeks. And with that I realized; she didn’t want to leave but she had to. Only because fear of hurting later. I walked over to the bed and zipped her suitcase. I took her hand and stood her up, wrapping my arms around her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her forehead. She handed me the silver chain with the silver locket, picked up her suit case and walked out of the room.
I always kept the letter and locket in a draw in my house, but I never read it. My wife once or twice asked me about it but I couldn’t bring myself to throw it away. I had accepted it. A few months after she left I saw her when I was away on business. Same intense look on her face when she read her beat up leather bound copy of Pride and Prejudice. Steam coming off her cup of tea. Feet tapping to a phantom beat. I did not say anything to her. This is what she had always wanted; the freedom to do as she pleased.
Monday, April 18, 2011
BEDA Blog #18 - Movies
Sunday, April 17, 2011
BEDA Blog #17 - TV
Saturday, April 16, 2011
BEDA Blog #16 - B
Friday, April 15, 2011
BEDA Blog #15 - Summer Plans
Thursday, April 14, 2011
BEDA Blog #14 - Lord of the Rings
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
BEDA Blog #13 - Careers
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
BEDA Blog #12 - Life
BEDA Blog #11 - Lazy
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
BEDA Blog #10 - A
Saturday, April 9, 2011
BEDA Blog #9 - Disney
Friday, April 8, 2011
BEDA Blog #8 - Fantasy worlds I wished I lived in
Thursday, April 7, 2011
BEDA Blog #7 - Places I want to visit
- Europe - England (again), France (Paris, Nice, Marseille, Versailles, Lyon), Italy (the entire country), Spain (Madrid, Barcelona), Greece ( whole country), Germany (Berlin, Munich, Hamburg), Ireland (Dublin), Scotland, Turkey (Istanbul), and all the places I've already been again
- Africa - Egypt (Cario, Giza), Morocco (Fez, Casablanca, Marrakech), South Africa
- South America - Peru (Lima, Machu Picchu), Brazil (Brasilia), Argentina (Buenos Aires)
- Asia - China (All major cities), Japan (Tokyo), South Korea (Seoul)
- Australia (All major cities, plus some Aboriginal areas)
- New Zealand (come on LotR was filmed there, that is happening)
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
BEDA Blog #6 - Things I wish I was good at
- Piano - being a singer I wish that I could also just look at a piece of music and play it. It was be helpful if I could even look at a piece of music and know where the note was on the piano, I know where it is on the flute, but that is just not helpful.
- Archery - This is probably stemmed from all the books I read where people arch. I just think it would be a cool skill to have, if they offer it at Uni I am so taking it.
- Dance - This is more of a thing that I wish I wouldn't have quit. I'm not a natural quitter unless something is really off about the subject and when I started dance, my teacher was insane so I didn't want to go back and never found a new school, I really regret that.
- Drawing - I have no ability what so ever in the field of visual arts. I wish I did because I enjoy art and wish I could see something in my head and put it on paper.
- Fencing - Again, this has probably caused from the books I read where people sword fight. I almost took a fencing class once and I don't know what I back out.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
BEDA Blog #5 - In my life time...
- A whole room dedicated to books that is just for me
- Live in a foreign country
- Get my PhD
- Visit as many places as possible on my travel list
- Live in another state
- Go on a road trip with my friends
- Have my name in a magazine or journal about research I have helped work on
- Meet J K Rowling, so I can be one of the millions of people who have told her how much she changed my life
- Do volunteer work in an under-developed country
- Become fluent in a second language
Monday, April 4, 2011
BEDA Blog #4 - Poems
I sit beside the fire and think
of all that I have seen,
of meadow-flowers and butterflies
In summers that have been;
Of yellow leaves and gossamer
in autumns that there were,
with morning mist and silver sun
and wind upon my hair.
I sit beside the fire and think
of how the world will be
when winter comes without a spring
that I shall ever see.
For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green.
I sit beside the fire and think
of people long ago,
and people who will see a world
that I shall never know.
But all the while I sit and think
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet
and voices at the door.