neptune

i'll be looking at neptune from my far away place
into the morning, that it would be for
this day, the crowning of cancer.
an event in time and space.
a birth.

op. 5, no. 1 Reprise

From a touch to the deep place,
when desperation turns to all's dark.
Foundations of a being's identity shaken by
doubts in decisions long laid to rest
marked with veil swaddled tombstones.

Neither flinch of flesh nor tears feigned-
just an initial hit birthing, finally,
words. For forever today here’s the occasion for
giving back a heart once taken,
longed for, loved, and awaited.

With the moment of clarity they come.
heeding not notions of restraint
nor shying away from faces.
They come again like in times before-
when doors were open, and the way clear.

The Trekkie I knew I was

Spock is so hot. I love that intensely intelligent type. And Scotty- ach! What an accent. I gotta find me an Irish or Scottish guy! The surround sound, the effects, and the flashbacks- lines ("Damn it Jim!"), gestures (vulcan eyebrow raising), and faces just like the original cast- Star Trek Movie goes way up there as one of the most exhilerating movie experiences I've ever had. Dare I even say that this James Tyberius Kirk is better than the first... well there is definietly something fresh about him that you just wanna rub up against. I could never feel that way about Wm Shatner, even though I do like older men. ;)

You don't have to tell me. I know I'm crazy.

I've changed the playlist. After months of my kids nagging, I finally sat down one free J-less Sunday and watched High School Musical 3. I cried a large majority of the film. I mean, just look at these guys.



They love each other so stinkin' much AND they are great dancers in this film. Really amazing and beautiful coreography. Yeah, the singing is nasal. But the songs are great. It's all so American and all so much like high school... a place where I would most willingly return to...

getting caught up...

haven't blogged in a while, i know. does anyone even read any more? i know that i more than likely have some under-cover readers, so maybe for them i will bother myself with keeping this up still.

tada! this year's birthday picture. a tradition that must be kept for those who know. J made me a really nice dinner and bought me a beautiful (though not so tastey) cake.



american football! it exists in poland and the cool thing is that the warsaw team is also the EAGLES!!!! AND my friend plays for them! what a great occasion to find yourself at a sunday match...



and work work work.... here i am at jk's farewell. she's one of our teachers who has just moved to norway. boo hoo. so we took a bunch of pictures trying to capture the quintessentialness of being together.



more to come...

i cancelled the rehearsal

i could tell you
all about the squares i've been jamming in my
circle shaped holes.
the lump in my throat that permenently weighs
somewhere just above my heart.
it's the simplest sounds that mean the most now-
a one lined melody, i know what it's saying.
some violins in the woods.
no one left but
fiction. it's all i got....

find me.

Got a little time? Got winamp?

Well, I don't know if it will work, but type in this bad boy to your web browser and you can watch a reply of the Sabbath morning worship service from Podkowa Leśna.

http://stream2.nadaje.com:8098/listen.pls

Depending on when you catch the program, you can see my choir performing three different pieces. I haven't watched it yet, but I invite you to do so with me today. ;)

Move over Niffenegger

It was totally by chance. I had been in the American book store just two weeks before where all the black cover paperbacks were sprawled out in view as soon as I entered. There was no pull then. Little did I know that my whole life would change at Daria's Saturday night movie party when the books would find me again.

It was due to there being nothing better to watch. Daria and her sisters had already seen the film and read the books so I guess we watched it more for me. Since then, Twilight has become something of a compulsive obsession.

The film was alright. It was the books which Daria so vehemently spoke of which grabbed me later. All last Sunday I read Twilight. Monday was New Moon, Wednesday Eclipse. Teary Eyed, heartsore and empty I finished Breaking Dawn Friday morning around 3 am. I've been suffering with migraine headaches ever since thanks to what all that reading did to my eyes, but it was worth it.

The entire Twilight Series. is really just a love story. Vampire meets human in some kind of destiny. Sounds crazy, doesn't it? It's hard to understand how real it all is until you read. Now I am walking around looking for my own Edward, and nothing seems to satisfy in his place.

The sick thing is that I will never find Edward. He doesn't exist. But just like with Claire and Henry, Bella and Edward only convinced me all the more that love has gotta be that real. Real enough to fight off vampires and overcome death.



"Edward took my hand. He knew that he was included. When I said my fate, there was no question that I meant the both of us. We were just halves of the whole." -Breaking Dawn, pg 724

It's an American Thang

This year's Native Speaker Volunteer from the States and I have a few interesting things in common (she's the pink sweatered one from the picture on the last post). You know how in French they say "Bon Appetite", in Italian "Buon Appetito", and in German "Guten Apetite"? Well, in Polish we say "Smacznego" [smach NE go] and not only is it said before meals, but any time you see anyone eating it is your duty to say this. Walking down the street munchin' on an apple? Be sure the someone is going to say "Smacznego" to you. Enter a room and where you see people eatting? They will stop, stare, and wait to carry on until you have said "Smacznego". Jenna and I agree and this is extremely intrusive. We don't want anyone to acknowledge that we are eating- this is an invasion of our personal space and privacy!

Another thing we have in common is what we do with our shoes. So yes, I have another 8 or 9 pair boxed away in the closet, but what about the ones I am using on a daily basis? My hole in the wall is just too small to sit them inside my room (doesn't help that mine is the only room with the door that opens into to the room) so obviously I am going to sit them outside the door. Electro-machanic on on duty for the law enforcement squad reminds me only every time he comes over that 'one day i am going to be sorry when some of my shoes go missing.' I always say, look across the hall. Doesn't it look similar? Maybe this is just an American Thang!

dessert

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