she's really beautiful isn't she?
Friday, July 31, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
thank you for this
It definitely was a group effort that allowed me to read Franny and Zooey and I'm so grateful! FM1 and FM2 thank you for letting me borrow it and stay up all night reading. And thank you to someone else for encouraging me to finish. It was necessary.
FRANNY: "Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash."
ZOOEY: "The idea, really, is that sooner or later, completely on its own, the prayer moves from the lips and the head down to a center in the heart and becomes an automatic function in the person, right along with the heartbeat. And then, after a time, once the prayer is automatic in the heart, the person is supposed to enter into the so-called reality of things."
"In the first place, you're way off when you start railing at things and people instead of at yourself. We both are."
FRANNY: "I got the idea in my head that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. I mean treasure is treasure, for heaven's sake. What's the difference whether the treasure is money, or property, or even culture, or even just plain knowledge? It all seemed exactly the same thing to me, if you take off the wrapping- and it still does! Sometimes I think that knowledge-when it's knowledge for knowledge's sake, anyway-is the worst of all. I don't think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom."
ZOOEY: "The part that stumps me is that I can't see why anybody-unless he was a child, or an angel, or a lucky simpleton like the pilgrim-would even want to say the prayer to a Jesus who was the least bit different from the way he looks and sounds in the New Testament. My God! He's only the most intelligent man in the Bible, that's all! Who isn't he head and shoulders over? Who? Both Testaments are full of pundits, prophets, disciples, favorite sons, Solomons, Isaiahs, Davids, Pauls- but, my God, who besides Jesus really knew which end was up? Nobody. Not Moses. Don't tell me Moses. He was a nice man, and he kept in beautiful touch with his God, and all that- but that's exactly the point. He had to keep in touch. Jesus realized there is no separation from God."
FRANNY: "Just because I'm so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else's values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn't make it right. I'm ashamed of it. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I'm sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash."
ZOOEY: "The idea, really, is that sooner or later, completely on its own, the prayer moves from the lips and the head down to a center in the heart and becomes an automatic function in the person, right along with the heartbeat. And then, after a time, once the prayer is automatic in the heart, the person is supposed to enter into the so-called reality of things."
"In the first place, you're way off when you start railing at things and people instead of at yourself. We both are."
FRANNY: "I got the idea in my head that college was just one more dopey, inane place in the world dedicated to piling up treasure on earth and everything. I mean treasure is treasure, for heaven's sake. What's the difference whether the treasure is money, or property, or even culture, or even just plain knowledge? It all seemed exactly the same thing to me, if you take off the wrapping- and it still does! Sometimes I think that knowledge-when it's knowledge for knowledge's sake, anyway-is the worst of all. I don't think it would have all got me quite so down if just once in a while there was at least some polite little perfunctory implication that knowledge should lead to wisdom."
ZOOEY: "The part that stumps me is that I can't see why anybody-unless he was a child, or an angel, or a lucky simpleton like the pilgrim-would even want to say the prayer to a Jesus who was the least bit different from the way he looks and sounds in the New Testament. My God! He's only the most intelligent man in the Bible, that's all! Who isn't he head and shoulders over? Who? Both Testaments are full of pundits, prophets, disciples, favorite sons, Solomons, Isaiahs, Davids, Pauls- but, my God, who besides Jesus really knew which end was up? Nobody. Not Moses. Don't tell me Moses. He was a nice man, and he kept in beautiful touch with his God, and all that- but that's exactly the point. He had to keep in touch. Jesus realized there is no separation from God."
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
"Via con Dios"
That's what Fr. Al said to me last night during Fr. Charlie's dinner.
It was beautiful.
Go with God.
That will be the only thing I'm going with.
And hopefully the only thing necessary.
I cried on Saturday night.
My life is in Berkeley.
The majority of my friends are here.
My best memories.
I've only been in love here.
I've walked the streets in so many parts of the city.
I know what lies beneath the sidewalks of campus.
I've spent all night in the library.
I've spent all day at the preschool.
I've lived predominantly at Newman.
I cried so much last night.
John and I sat in mass and wept.
Wept.
Newman has been my family.
Last night,
We sang together.
We prayed together.
We held hands.
We were silent.
We even laughed out loud at some points.
Just as it's always been.
I will neither be here, nor with the rest of my family in Madera.
I will not be able to help plan the weddings.
I will not be around to witness the excitement
and to ease the stress.
I am going to miss out on SO MUCH.
And yet, via con Dios.
I will be going with God.
There is nothing more that I could ask for.
It was beautiful.
Go with God.
That will be the only thing I'm going with.
And hopefully the only thing necessary.
I cried on Saturday night.
My life is in Berkeley.
The majority of my friends are here.
My best memories.
I've only been in love here.
I've walked the streets in so many parts of the city.
I know what lies beneath the sidewalks of campus.
I've spent all night in the library.
I've spent all day at the preschool.
I've lived predominantly at Newman.
I cried so much last night.
John and I sat in mass and wept.
Wept.
Newman has been my family.
Last night,
We sang together.
We prayed together.
We held hands.
We were silent.
We even laughed out loud at some points.
Just as it's always been.
I will neither be here, nor with the rest of my family in Madera.
I will not be able to help plan the weddings.
I will not be around to witness the excitement
and to ease the stress.
I am going to miss out on SO MUCH.
And yet, via con Dios.
I will be going with God.
There is nothing more that I could ask for.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
MORE Congratulations!
My sister and Nick got engaged yesterday!
This is going to be exciting!
I love it, I love it, I love it!
This is going to be exciting!
I love it, I love it, I love it!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Congratulations!
My brother got engaged today.
They walked along the beach
and came upon a heart in the sand
with the words
Marry me Jamie? written inside
To Adam and Jamie:
I love you
watch it unfold:
They walked along the beach
and came upon a heart in the sand
with the words
Marry me Jamie? written inside
To Adam and Jamie:
I love you
watch it unfold:
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