Thursday, May 27, 2004

Fans

Ok, about Monday night. I went to Hollywood with Heidi and Jennifer to get Dominic Monaghan's autograph in the middle of the night. Kinda geeky, kinda obsessive, but who cares. I live next door to Hollywood, this is my right. I'm too tired to make this funny. So I'll sum it up. I was #275 in line. We never made it to him. So I have a couple thing to remember it by and Heidi took some pictures through the glass front door of Best Buy. Here is on of those pictures. To see the rest go here and scroll down a little bit.

Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Rash Action

Here's one wild thing for you. An organization has started up with the design of gathering thousands of Christians into one state at a time to secede from the Union. Its called Christian Exodus. You can go to the site to read up a bit about it, I really don't feel like explaining it here. There really isn't very much information needing to be read at the site anyway. I think the whole idea is ridiculous and here is why:

1. They act as though anyone can just up and secede. I would like to remind them that half the country tried it once and it didn't work. I don't think that one state is going to have an easy time of it. Although their choice of states is probably smart. I've heard it said many a time that The South will rise again. I guess this is their chance.

2. The things they are complaining about, that I do consider legitimate complaints (gay marriage, abortion, and free speech encroachments) will continue even if they leave. Really, by putting everyone that is battling against these things into one state that ceases to be part of the Union, then the problem will become even greater for a greater number of people.

3. This is incredibly premature. If you read the site, they talk about 20 years like it was a long time. In reality, 20 years in the grand scheme of things is very short and in my opinion far too short a time in which to take such rash action. I was a bit upset to see that Fox News got to this story before I had a chance to say my piece about it, but actually because of it I can add another thing to this point. The founder of this organization appeared rather young (under 40). Not that I have anything against young people starting organizations (I happen to be young myself, much younger than this guy, and would not want people criticizing me for starting one) but I think that it explains this rash action. Perhaps to him it has been a long hard battle that he just can't seem to win so he decides that another course must be taken. But he forgets how long those Supreme Court justices stick around. He also ignores the fact that popular opinion about abortion is now turning around. That took a "long time" but it has begun to happen. I think that he is thinking too much in the context of his own timing. Yes, 20 years is an eternity when you are 35, but 20 years is not a long time when you are 230. In conclusion, it is way premature.

I was unable to determine how many people have actually joined up with this organization. As you can see, I do not plan to. What I would like for them to do is to take comfort in the fact that more fresh blood is coming up to continue the battle. I promise them that contribution. We do not need to give up. That is all this is, burning out and giving up. That is a terrible attitude to develop about an entire nation in a matter of just a couple decades.

Nothing, Really

I should soon be getting something up about the unusual (for me) thing I did Monday night. Right now I'm just really thinking hard about life. Yeah....

Friday, May 21, 2004

The Happiest Place on Earth

After we finally arrived at Disneyland the day picked up. We went to buy our tickets and asked if there was a Southern California discount. The man said no, that that promotion ended in April. I was bummed. But I had not expected to get a discount, so it was alright. I was rummaging through the stack of bills looking for 20's and he started asking us if we had been to Disney's California Adventure. We said that we hadn't, we always just went to Disneyland. He asked if we wanted to and we didn't really know what to say. Sure, we wanted to, but we also weren't about to pay an extra $50 each to do it. He kept pressing the issue until he suddenly asked us if we'd like to go for free. My eyes lit up, of course, but I was still confused. Then he asked us to close the shudders of his ticket window. We gave him funny looks. He repeated the request and told us to get out of line and meet him around the back of the building. (This was not as bad of an idea as it sounds. The back of the building faced the entrance to the park.) So we closed the shudders and walked around back and waited. Many things crossed our minds: "Is this under the table?" "What are we going to have to do?" "How much are we going to end up paying?" "Is he allowed to do this?" He finally came out and led us over to the Disneyland park entrance. He was all smiles. We were all confusion. We get to the gate and he hands the girl taking the tickets a pass. She stamps it twice and pulls out a stack of plain blue tickets and hands one to each of us and says that we are free to go from Disneyland to California Adventure all day long. She warns us not to lose them and to be sure to get our hands stamped if we leave the park. Then it hits me. He just got us into both parks for free. Absolutely free. Now our glee was not to be contained. We too were now all smiles and thank you's. The old man seemed very glad to have made our day. We continued to thank and giggle and smile as we walked into the park. It was like winning the lottery. We skipped and smiled and laughed.

The day was great. We got to eat churros and frozen things and coffee to our hearts' content since we had just "saved" $100. We even bought souveneirs and didn't split our dinners. What a day it was. After we would do each thing Kelli would say "We just got a picture with Gapeto, for free!" or "We just went on Pirates of the Carribean, for free!" Yes, what a wonderful day at the happiest place on earth.

Toward the end of the day we wanted to go back and thank the man again for making it such a great day, but he was gone. So, man at the ticket counter, wherever you are, Kristen and Kelli cannot thank you enough for making our day so special and so fun!

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Getting There is Half the Fun!

Yesterday I took Kelli to Disneyland for her birthday...which was in March. I got lost. First, I got on the 405 instead of the 5. How? You might ask. Well, it goes like this. I got it in my head that I should take the way that would lead to Grace Community Church. That much was correct. What I did not think of was that that exit looks identical to the 405 exit that leads to the LAX airport. I had been to LAX more recently than Grace Community, so my mind pictured the wrong exit. So I got onto the 405 without thinking about it. 45 minutes later....

Me: *worried look* Find a sign that tells what freeway we are on.
Kelli: Did you get us lost AGAIN?!
Me: I don't know. But this looks like the 405. Find a sign.
Kelli: How did you do this?!
Me: I don't know, I thought I got onto the 5.
Kelli: I'm calling mom.
Me: Don't call mom until we know where we are. There are no signs. I'm going to get off so I can read the onramp signs. *gets off* We were on the 405! Call mom. *gets back on the 405*
Mom: Where are you?!
Kelli: We just passed Sunset.
Me: At least we're still in L.A.
Mom: I thought you knew how to get to the 5.
Me: I do.
Mom: Then how are you on the 405? Turn around and go back.

15 minutes later...
Mom: Where are you?
Me: Coming up on Sunset.
Mom: How far past Sunset had you gone!?
Me: Only one exit. We're stuck in traffic.

After some careful map reading by my mom we managed to find our way to the 101 and then to the 5. So our troubles were over. HA! Fooled you. 1 hour later...

Me: We're coming up on it now. Don't let me miss the exit.
Kelli: I'm car sick.
Me: We're almost there. Ah, there's the exit. *stays in right lane* Wait, what's that sign? *see's a flash of sign containing the words "Disneyland" "exit" and "now"* Ah! *gets off*
Kelli: Whoa Kristen, you are driving like a maniac.
Me: I just got off at the wrong exit.
Kelli: I'm never driving with you again!
Me: Its ok, we're very close, we just have to drive down a bit.

15 minutes later...
Me: *losing sanity fast* Where is Disneyland?! *pounds fists on steering wheele*
Kelli: Should I call mom?
Me: No! We just need to find the 5 freeway and get back on.

5 minutes later...
Me: Where is the 5?!
Kelli: I vow never to be like you.
Me: Ask that man in the Public Works truck how to get to Disneyland.
Kelli: How do you get to Disneyland?
*man gives directions*
Me: OMG, we were just on that street! *makes a U-turn*

10 minutes later...
Me: We're here! At long last we finally made it. *buys parking pass*
Kelli: Finally!
*I drive along where the cones lead*
Me: Why did this send me back out onto the street!? Why can't I park! OMG! *rolls down window to yell at Random Disneyland Parking Attendent(RDPA)* Where do I park?!
RDPA: *says something*
Me: What?
RDPA: *says that same something again*
Me: Thanks. *look of bewilderment* *gets lost again*

5 minutes later...
Kelli: I cannot believe you got lost trying to park.
Me: Its not my fault that they make it stupid!
Kelli: No one else gets lost.
Me: So?! Its still stupid! Look, there's another parking lot. Even if we can't park there we can ask the person in the ticket booth. *pulls up* There's no one in there! *has to back up to get the ticket* *forgets to put the car back in 1st and lurches backward again* AHH!
Kelli: You are driving like a maniac!
Me: So?! Look there, a Real Person (RP)! *frantically waves both parking passes in RP's face*
RP: *takes the useless ticket* To park for Disneyland do such and such.
Me: But I need to park for Disneyland!
RP: To park for Disneyland do such and such.
Me: *crazed look* Thank you!

And so it was that at long last we made it into the parking lot. Once walking inside Disneyland we never got lost. Even finding the most obscure places took not even a thought.

Tuesday, May 18, 2004

The Best Part of My Day

Today my dad made me a flower press. Basically its two blocks of wood that you stick stuff between and tighten together with wingnuts. He would not allow me to make such a thing for fear I would saw off my fingers or destroy his tools. So I went around the yard and gathered up some pretty little flowers. My dog, Lucy, has an obsession with digging, stomping on, sliding into, walking over, and otherwise destroying whatever flowers I am attending to. Today was no exception. Fortunately my sister came out eventually and distracted Lucy. I just put all the flowers in the flower press. They are very pretty flowers, I hope they come out nice. I have a lot of projects in mind for them, certianly more projects than I have flowers. I plan to go out later this week and buy more flowers to plant in the front yard where we don't have any serious garden growth. That way I won't feel bad depleting those flowers for pressing.

Monday, May 17, 2004

A Moment of Reflection

As I sit here eating my tortilla soup with slices of avocado, I am in deep, solemn reflection on one question: Will I be able to get avocado in Virginia?

Saturday, May 15, 2004

Taking Advantage

This article gave me a new perspective on Kerry's call for Rumsfeld to resign. I never agreed with Kerry on this and I thought it was an icky political stunt, but this is worse than I thought. Perhaps it was an error in judgment, perhaps they didn't stop to think of the connection that would be made. But really, if that is the case then they need to apologize to those that reveived the email and make a public apology to the victims of the prisoner abuse scandal. And by the reply made to the accusations, it does not seem that the connection was unintentional. Here's an excerpt from The Washington Times article:

In addition to allowing recipients to sign a petition demanding that Mr. Rumsfeld resign, the e-mail also permitted recipients to donate cash online.
Asked if the campaign was concerned about linking fund raising to the prisoner-abuse scandal, spokesman Chad Clanton initially said there was no mention of raising money in the e-mail.
After he was sent a copy of the e-mail with the fund-raising pitch, Mr. Clanton replied: "John Kerry has made it clear that our men and women in uniform deserve a Commander in Chief that takes responsibility for the bad as well as the good. The bottom line is: We need more than just a new Secretary of Defense. We need a new president."


Tuesday, May 11, 2004

Homecoming

I suppose it is a good show of real friendship to never forget the words of your friend. And even more so to act on them twenty years later. Best of luck to them though I must admit, I have little hope, and really I don't think he has much either but just wants to act as though he did. What sort of friend would he be if he didn't?

Monday, May 10, 2004

Sage Advice

I just love really old people. You might have to download some little thing in order to watch it, I'm not sure. But yes, it is supposed to be a video thing.

Thursday, May 06, 2004

New Feature

If you look over to the right...below the old lady and above the links, you will find a new section called "Role Call". I'm actually not sure if it should be role or roll, so someone please let me know. What it is for is so that I can know who comes here. So its just a one time thing. If you would like to tell me your name you may, if you want to just tell me what country you are from that is fine too. If you want to broadcast your life story (obviously I have no qualms about that) you may do that as well. I really really want first time visitors to say hi. And say how you found out about Bags of Crumbs.

So yeah, its all vanity. All vain curiosity.

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

The Pro-Life Message of The Cranberries

Much to my surprise and delight, The Cranberries No Need to Argue album has a strong pro-life message. The Cranberries have been around for a while, and I have had that album for a while, but it was only recently that I discovered that not just one, but two songs have a pro-life message. The first that I noticed, The Icicle Melts, was obvious. This is how it goes:

The Icicle Melts
When
When will the icicle melt,
And when
When will the picture show end
I should not have read the papers today
’Cause a child, child he was taken away
There’s a place for the baby that died
And there’s a time for the mother who cried
And she will hold him in her arms sometimes
’Cause nine months is too long
How could you hurt a child
Now does this make you satisfied
I don’t know what’s happening to people today
When a child, he was taken away
There’s a place for the baby that died
There’s a time for the mother that cried
And she will hold him in her arms sometimes
’Cause nine months is too long
There’s a place for the baby that died
And there’s a time for the mother that cried
And you will hold him in your arms sometimes
’Cause nine months is too long



This song was never on the radio that I know of, so probably few have ever heard it. It is Zombie that gave me a big surprise. The only way to actually understand what it means is to have heard The Icicle Melts. Consequently, everyone to my knowledge has always understood it as a sort of anti-war song. It really isn’t and that will become quite obvious in a minute. For an anti-war song, it was rather vague and many portions made almost no sense. Here’s how it goes:

Zombie (go to the bottom of that page to hear a clip)
Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken
But You see it's not me,
It's not my family
In your head, in your
Head they are fighting
With their tanks, and their bombs
And their bombs, and their guns
In your head,
In your head they are cryin'
In your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie
Another mother's breakin'
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old theme since 1916
In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'
With their tanks
In your head they are dying
In your head, in your head
Zombie
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie


Note some parallels:
The Icicle Melts: When a child, he was taken away
Zombie: Child is slowly taken

So we can note some imagery that seems to be being used to denote an abortion.

The Icicle Melts: And there’s a time for the mother who cried
Zombie: Another mother's breakin'
Heart is taking over

Both songs speak about mothers, and we can also assume that the head that hangs lowly is also that of a mother.

These connect the two songs, but there is also more in Zombie that can lead us to the pro-life conclusion once we have established that there seems to be a connection between the two songs.
“And the violence caused such silence” – I have heard that there is a film about abortion called The Silent Scream. This may or may not where this phrase came from, but it makes much more sense that this a reference to abortion than to war. The violence of war certainly is not silent. The whole “in your head” theme also suggests a sort of violence that is less out in the open.

I would like to contact the band some time and try to confirm all this. After listening to the songs many many times, I do not find this a far fetched interpretation, but it would be nice to know I’m right. It is a shame really that Zombie was not understood for what it was, just thrown into the pile of anti-war and anti-violence songs. Perhaps an audience could have been reached that really needed to hear its message.

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Sunday Driving

Yesterday I went to Newport Beach my sister and some other girls. That was an awsome time. It was a totally hot day (108 on the 5), but at the beach it was in the high 80's with a great breeze that wasn't too hot and wasn't too cool. The water was clear (well, clear compared to like the Ventura/Santa Barbara beaches) and just lovely. I stood in it for a while just enjoying my life. Then we all went up onto the sand and got tans. I fell asleep. It was wonderful. Afterward we went to Sarah's grandma's house and got ready for a night on the town. Downtown Disney, actually. We ate at the Rainforest Cafe which was totally awsome. We're also now on some teenage guy's home video dancing the can-can to some salsa dancing music. That was highly embarrassing and we stopped as soon as we saw him.

It was a great day and as you now know, I want to move to Orange County. I was doing some thinking today and realizing that that is a better idea than I at first thought. I would be closer to a number of relatives, I'd be near Disneyland, I'd be closer to Mexico, and I'd be closer to San Diego. Those are all great advantages in my mind. I've even developed a sort of plan. Discussed it with my mom today. But I'll spare you all the financial details. Besides, I'm not about to pour my portfolio plans out onto the internet.

Monday, May 03, 2004

Migrating South

I know Ventura County is my real home, but I have decided that when I move back from Virginia I'm going to move to Orange County. At least for my younger years. So that is that. More about today tomorrow. Good night.

Saturday, May 01, 2004

I'm not afraid anymore.

Do you like the old lady? The font is back to how I wanted it. I did some messing with the colors, but I don't plan to keep it quite like this. I wanted an earthy look but its very hard to achieve aesthetically with the colors I have to work with.