Microfinancing...a little goes a LONG way!

A Fistful Of Dollars: The Story of a Kiva.org Loan from Kieran Ball on Vimeo.

123 Haiku

Haikus we do love.
You should visit my new blog.
You can Haiku too!

Friends! I just started a blog called 123 Haiku at 123haiku.blogspot.com
And although playing 123 Haiku is definitely more fun when we are all together...that is not an option right now. So, this is the next best thing.

Let your creative juices flow... 

For Nick...mostly thanks to Christoffer (the finder of good music).

Here they are Nick...the songs I am listening to over and over again.

1. Coin Laundry - Lisa Mitchell 
2. I'd Be Lying - Greg Laswell 
3. The Book of Love - Now It's Overhead 
4. Avril 14th (LP Version) - Aphex Twin 
5. Congratulations - Blue October & Imogen Heap 
6. Your Love Means Everything, Pt. 2 - Faultline & Chris Martin 
7. Leave Me Here - Hem 
8. The Chain - Ingrid Michaelson 
9. Boy Lilikoi - Jonsi 
10. Let Myself Fall - Rosie Thomas 
11. Set the Fire to the Third Bar - Snow Patrol & Martha Wainwright 
12. Comatose - Timmy Curran 
13. Fast Car - Tracy Chapman 
14. Gotta Have You - The Weepies 
15. The Fear You Won't Fall - Josh Radin 
16. Intelligentactile 101 - Jesca Hoop 
17. You Don't Know What Love Is - The Kin 
18. One Moment More - Mindy Smith 
19. Winter Song - Sara Bareilles & Ingrid Michaelson 
20. Ghostwriter - RJD2

Coin Laundry is my absolute favorite at the moment.


Lisa Mitchell - Coin Laundry from Scorpio Music on Vimeo.

old people

I am practicing to be old.
my grandparents are old...they are giving me a glimpse into what it is like.

I went shopping with my grandma the other day. She wanted to get some capri pants because everyone is wearing them. haha. My grandma has the beginning stages of alzheimers...she is starting to forget things. I am dreading the day she forgets who I am. She is looking really old these days. She doesn't walk outside because it is either too cold or too hot or too windy...she has a thing about wind. I had forgotten this fact until the other day when she asked me to go on a walk. I got my shoes on and was ready to walk around the block. Grandpa got the car keys and we drove to the mall. They have a route. Grandpa babies her...he has been for awhile now. She has become weak and frail looking. When we were trying on clothes she needed me to hold onto her so she could get the capris on and off. She held my hand as we were walking back to the car...for stability.

Thursday night means out to eat night for grandma and grandpa. They have a few restaurants that they like to frequent but when I am here they like to give me the choice...but I know that if I was to pick they wouldn't actually like it. There are some awesome vegetarian/local produce restaurants that I want to try in the Minneapolis area but I know they would not be down with that. Grandpa has celiac sprue. He can't eat gluten products...wheat, barley, etc. No bread. No Pasta. No donuts. This limits the options. As does his long list of dislikes. He is a meat and potatoes kind of guy. He doesn't like garlic or spice of any kind. Ethnic foods make him uncomfortable. So the decision of where we are going to eat usually comes down to me just choosing something they would like. Old people are set in their ways and don't usually want new or uncomfortable to be a part of their everyday routine.

"Well Jess, should we make a trip to Dairy Queen" are magic words. I still feel like a kid when he says them too. It has been part of grandma and grandpa's house forever. Grandpa ALWAYS gets a pineapple sundae. always. I don't think I can even remember a trip where that hasn't been asked of the teenage cheerleader behind the counter. Pineapple sundae...who even orders that. Grandpa does. He is content...with the sameness of life.

My grandparent's friends are old too. They have seen Krista and I grow up. They were there when my sister walked away from church when she was 3 causing a huge panic. They taught us Sabbath school. They remembered our birthdays. They sent me money for graduating. Today we visited Emmit...in an assisted living home. I almost lost my breath when we walked in the room today. He looked frail. His skin was a funny color. He was hooked up to oxygen. But he still had his jokes. He was still Emmit. Just old...dying actually.

I am dying too...i just don't realize it. The consequences of life are not written all over my face yet. I have been yearning for wisdom. Wisdom to know what to pursue and where to go with this life I have been given. I am even reading Proverbs...the tidbits of wisdom that are supposed to help and direct and point us in the right direction. Old people have wisdom. Wisdom through experience. Is that what I am yearning for? My grandma can only see what is right in front of her feet because her posture is so bad these days...is that wisdom? My grandpa won't try Chipotle because he thinks it will be too spicy...is that wisdom? Emmit watches Hogan's Heroes at four and eats supper at a quarter after 5...is that wisdom?

I don't know.

Will I be old someday?

Will I talk about the weather all the time and constantly watch the news?

Maybe I will wear capris because everyone is doing it...

this is what happens when you miss your flight

you wake up to a great view of Loma Linda and its blanket of smog...

you visit the TOMS shoes headquarter in Santa Monica...wearing your TOMS of course...

you visit the Getty Art Museum with Kaitlin...

and are inspired by photographers who preach the social gospel through stunning images...

you eat pesto with friends...

you visit the thursday farmers market...to people watch and buy some fruit...

you stay at a house that is part storybook/part fulfills all my mother's dreams...

you visit a childhood friend who is going to be a doctor in the very near future...

and who gives you a tour of the "last chance ranch"...

you run into the weavers at church...jessica fresh from Egypt...jeremy fresh from South America...

you spend sabbath at the beach with friends of the old and new variety...

you also spend sunday at the beach with a couple of world travelers...

you attempt to surf for the first time in the frigid pacific waters...these are Brad's legs...a much better surfer than i...

you spend time with deep thinkers and awesome individuals...

and then you have to say goodbye...

my missed flight was truly a blessing. it distracted me for awhile. i didn't have to go home right away after camp...i got to enjoy friends a little bit longer before going home to start growing up and finding a job.

so here is to a new kind of adventure...a one that has to be searched after...and planned.