Somewhere, in a World Outside of Yonkers...

Some favorites from my many many photos taking during Biola Chorale's European tour last spring break.

Germany, Austria, and the Czech Republic


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Friends, Tea, Scones etc, a History Lecture, and the amazing Westminster Abbey puzzle

Dear Diary...
er...
Hello.

I had a wonderful day yesterday, especially the evening, and this is why:

After spending the morning reading, I got myself ready and went to the grocery store to get some ingreedients for the scones I was about to make. Why was I planning on baking scones? Well, four delightful friends were to be coming that evening and we were to have a full tea, with a few ideas but no set plans regarding what we would do after that.

After making the first set of scones as I usually do, cranberry sour cream scones, I felt creative and wanted to try something new. So I made one more simple set with apricots and a bit of cinnamon thrown in leaving the last set to use as an experiment. I added Autumn spices and some pumpkin butter and heated up honey with pumpkin spices in it to use as a glaze. To go allong with it I created a whipped honey topping with pumpkin butter and spices in it. We all enjoyed it that evening so it was a success!



Anna Milczewsky came over early and read her book while I finnished the scones, then I joined her. She later went to the store to get not just milk, and not just whole milk, but very bold, very proud VITAMIN D Milk and Millano cookies, not to mention having already brought the amazing Ginger Peach tea.


Then Jill came with the beautiful tea set that she bought in Oxford, as well as cucumber sandwich makings and ham and mozzerella cheese just for me! (because I don't like cucumber or very much cream cheese... I try to like things! there are just a lot of things I'm not at all fond of..)

Once everything was prepared and set up (scones, whipped honey concoction, whipped butter with cinnamon, jam, sandwiches, rassberries and black berries, millano and shortbread cookies, and tea!) Ashley Romero and Holly Vander Wall came. We picked our tea (a mystery tea from Oxford that ended up being Earl Grey, and Ginger Peach).


After eating and drinking we cleaned up and decided to put together the puzzle that Ashley brought and requested that Jill teach us history! so as we sorted pieces and pieced together the puzzle, she explained what lead up to WWI, what happened as a result of the war, how that lead up to WWII, what went on as results of it, and how that has lead up to our current situation, especially in the Middle East. It was very enlightening and enjoyable.

We drank herbal tea and ate cookies, and I told my guests that they could not leave until the puzzle was completed! Ashley left anyways because she needed to keep grading term papers...

However, the rest stayed till 11 or 11:30 and finnished the odd Wesminster Abbey puzzle!!!

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One piece was missing....

We suspect that Ashely stole one piece and took it with her so that everyone would be stuck here looking for it all night.

However, we were satisfied with our almost complete puzzle, so we said our farewells and good nights and the others departed.

It was a lovely evening. I stayed up cleaning up, doing the dishes, destroying the puzzle, and then finished a chapter in the book I'm reading and also a chapter in Isaiah and went to bed at 2 am.

Thank you my dears for a wonderful evening!

Poems for My Dear Roommate Who has Left Me for the Summer

Rather dramatic, silly, lovey dovey poems written for my roommate spontaneously on her Facebook Wall.



Having Not Seen Her for too Long, I Miss Her
(a poem written after busy days of only seeing each other unconcious. She seeing me alseep late at night when she comes home, and me seeing her early in the morning when I get up for class)


at 12:00am on March 14th, 2008
Dearest swan,
Oh, roommate mine.
Thou art to me so dear and kind,
Though you are gone, your work to do,
I know you will come home.



If it be dark, and I in bed,
The green light and your quiet steps
Will stir in me sweet dreams
(tho truly, in reality,
I'll likely be disturbed in sleep,
But I don't mind a fig or less,
Glad that you're home I'll be)

And when you up to bed have climbed,
Beside where I have lay my head,
I hope you dream of sweeter things
Than metal being sawed.

And wake, when light thru blinds may sneak,
Refreshed from a most peaceful sleep
With joy to live courageously
Poll questions to defeat.

You then will I see in a conscious state,
And glad to live another day
Being loved by and loving because of grace
My roommate dear, with a pretty face.

Goodnight.

Ich lieber dich.


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at 8:58am May 20th, 2008
A Mushy Love Note from your Roommie on your Birthday:


Oh, beautiful swan full of grace and light,
May you glide smoothly through your day.
If the waters may churn and cause you plight
Let faithful wings carry you away.

Away and over the silver blue lake
That seeks to reflect your eyes.
In the morning the tullips will gladly awake
To see you spread your wings to the sunrise.

'Sun rise!' and 'Come forth!' is the call of your voice
As its promised warmth glows in the sky.
At its appearance in song you rejoice,
A clear echoing and melodious cry.

Drops of soothing gold light respond to your voice,
Every feather glistens with light,
'till the golden beams stream without any choice
Thru the still lake, rippling now with delight.

Delight you have brought and joy to the heart
Of every creature and friend you to see,
Love and thanks may we, in return, impart
By a means that brings joy to thee.

with all the love I can muster,

-Your roommie

Go under the Mercy

Music Theory IV: 20th Century Music - Aural Presentation analysing the music of Maurice Ravel

To compose
To sit at the piano and pour into the keys
To express and form impressions through technical devices
To create
Music

To write
To let words flow out in ink
To let thoughts escape and ponderings take shape
To create
Poetry

To draw
To pick up a tool with my hands
To allow them reign over a blank page so the eye can respond
To create
Art

To create
It is a part of me, a desire of mine
Unfortunately I haven't much time and must focus
To supress
My soul.

Homework calls....

Stray

Why... do lives go so wrong?
Where are you wandering...?
You ought to come home.

Veneration of the Night

Place on me thy cold hand,
Oh beautiful night.
Still my body, my soul, and my mind.
Wash over me gently
In soft rustling breeze,

To remind me that in you is life.

For your presence, you see,
So clear and so still,
Makes it easy to think you have died.
But the truth is that joy
In silence you find,
And hear every heart beat and sigh.

You moan with the weeping,
Caressing the lonely,
And whisper sweet words in their ear.
You gaze on the lovers,
Giving hope to the dreamers
That a love of their own will appear.

Oh sweet night, are you watching
All the lives of your children,
All the secrets that they never tell.
Do you have your own story?
Are you not very lonely?
Or content to look down with deep care?

Well, dear night, I will tell you,
That I look upon you,
And admire you well from down here.

Liquid on Velvet

Vibrence on a beautiful grey day.

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