tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91297656618717386582024-02-19T02:19:39.346-08:00Meg is a geMMeg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-58872458844697348212012-01-09T13:12:00.000-08:002012-01-09T13:17:59.508-08:00American Alligator—A Debut Novel by Peter Schnake<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6RbKu_ZB7G9eBbS3oVuTXrlJEVSgW7Y563eheKjPar8uXFufqUhNaBzaMgjHVtSt6Hv78o-o1gvTlfTj87zD0fn1gS7mfDVNNHFKi_0NunO60P31FxkZ74tNolE0upaLb7MMkQIvX3MN/s1600/88653a0c0d1d8bcad778b19acaff01f7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij6RbKu_ZB7G9eBbS3oVuTXrlJEVSgW7Y563eheKjPar8uXFufqUhNaBzaMgjHVtSt6Hv78o-o1gvTlfTj87zD0fn1gS7mfDVNNHFKi_0NunO60P31FxkZ74tNolE0upaLb7MMkQIvX3MN/s400/88653a0c0d1d8bcad778b19acaff01f7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695743522148462162" /></a><br /><br /><strong>I am BACK after a loooooooong hiatus to bring you some very exciting news: my best friend has finally published his debut novel for Kindle! Get it <a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Alligator-ebook/dp/B006VDNBT2/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1326143643&sr=1-2">here </a>for only $0.99! The first chapter is free to sample and I dare you to stop reading there.</strong><br /><br />Here's what I have to say about it (my official Amazon.com review):<br /><br /><em>I had the pleasure of receiving American Alligator early for review/edits (so you can blame me for any typos/grammar mistakes you may find) and I can tell you that this little gem stays with you.<br /><br />In just the first chapter, first-time novelist, Peter Schnake, drops the reader in an unlikely setting and ends it cryptically and provocatively. From there, the momentum of Schnake's debut novel carries the reader swiftly through troubled protagonist Josiah's current state of being while supporting it with memories of his past blessed by brilliance but cursed by circumstance. <br /><br />Josiah's idiosyncracies make him a complex, sometimes pitiable, but always compelling figure. Though tormented by his own limitations, unique to Josiah's existence is the music which flows unbidden from him to his adoring fans and a woman so deliciously warm and desirous that her very presence works like a panacea on Josiah's wounds.<br /><br />Schnake's solid plot is infused with poetic themes, rich imagery, and effective metaphors executed in such a way to reward both sophomoric and sophisticated readers alike.<br /><br />I highly recommend this piece not just as a great debut novel, but as an overall high-acheiving work that I trust will more than likely bring well-deserved praise to a young, but accomplished new novelist. </em><br /><br />THANK YOU for taking time to read this and this is my unofficial return to blogging...more to come in the coming month, Lovies! I've missed you so!Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-68157346473017612262011-06-17T06:29:00.000-07:002011-06-17T07:58:15.821-07:00It Wouldn't Be Summer Without:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7dcwsODpW5gjAIiLjWYe91jQTLwNVGXd8V_1ZKTJMKD1469yGHUGBfCrMx0FlcpHOc6Puu4dMPuWarMeB4vvGkDIcY9nZcuSAB7yHWVye5lJ2b7ykQc3ArJy9G_3cBZjnSxc86-aUtjc/s1600/Super-8-New-Poster_20110611080935.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN7dcwsODpW5gjAIiLjWYe91jQTLwNVGXd8V_1ZKTJMKD1469yGHUGBfCrMx0FlcpHOc6Puu4dMPuWarMeB4vvGkDIcY9nZcuSAB7yHWVye5lJ2b7ykQc3ArJy9G_3cBZjnSxc86-aUtjc/s400/Super-8-New-Poster_20110611080935.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619199459764282482" /></a><br />1) A summer blockbuster—make it <a href="http://www.npr.org/2011/06/10/137029544/super-8-close-encounters-of-the-e-t-kind"><em>Super 8</em></a> so you can relive the magic of the first time you sat through <em>E.T.</em> or <em>Close Encounters of the Third Kind</em>. When you put the creator of <em>Lost </em>with Spielberg's genius, the result is a film that's as charming as it is suspenseful. Props to both for presenting an alien we haven't seen in theaters yet (as a total alien-movie nerd, I was pretty sure I'd seen them all). <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vpzUCA5i6zY">Definitely see it in the theater </a>to maximize the suspenseful jumps and nostalgia that will ensue (preferably with a fantastic date to hang on to for the scary parts).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc9ECvbEMZWzWEC2ggjXU5Ryyc-XsUrSHx6-bQWHVk91SIssWPciCaVbdaXCCygVfC3mMCW1pJND3_qVJxoNM8S7Ixq9PGpCli-A6wRYvbqHCog1Frm4EMDlMQPCm9a4EIQMMYmii03HK/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxc9ECvbEMZWzWEC2ggjXU5Ryyc-XsUrSHx6-bQWHVk91SIssWPciCaVbdaXCCygVfC3mMCW1pJND3_qVJxoNM8S7Ixq9PGpCli-A6wRYvbqHCog1Frm4EMDlMQPCm9a4EIQMMYmii03HK/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619199562241991426" /></a><br /><br /><br />2) Peter and I will be hitting up the farmer's market this weekend with coffee in hand. In the age of bazillions of recipes available online, I can easily justify buying green tomatoes (to be made into fried green tomatoes, of course), jalapeno jam (for glazing salmon), and Japanese eggplant (um...jury's still out). It's actually tradition that I bring home a full Greek meal of soup, spanakopita, dolmadakia, and baklava whenever I go so we'll be reliving that. <br />The downtown one is getting almost completely outta control—if I want to buy candles, barrettes for a small child, and baked doggie treats I'll go there but Peter and I prefer the low-key, dogs-allowed, granola-eater's market on Sunday morning off of Old Cheney. God love the hippies!<br />I love to haul home big bouquets of mustard greens, fresh feta from the dairy, multi-colored peppers (purple's my favorite), and spicy radishes. Peter and I always try to out shop the other by finding the most exotic food and though he usually wins, I put up a pretty good fight.<br /><br />3) Curling up on the couch with an ice-cold limeade(I made up my own concoction by squeezing a pile of fresh limes, making a muddle of basil and sugar water, and adding cucumber slices) and starting a summer read while it's storming outside. This year it's <em>Moby Dick</em>.<br /><br />4) An art project. I haven't decided what this will be but I'm open to ideas. I have a few possibilities but so far lack the weekend during which to execute them. Last year it was learning how to knit once and for all.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc8F3wyWqAusMIyJfJTNEl91Cu7SyqG732bXJpZoXNWjJF4e8KvCKatQHRfvXrGksfpDqNtcpWsm8Y_tyERT8yM2QUxuQ6pA4-CAo5XnrpK_ekgWvU3OQL7mmsZ4rp-v1vINF4RLF_QXZ/s1600/diy+3.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIc8F3wyWqAusMIyJfJTNEl91Cu7SyqG732bXJpZoXNWjJF4e8KvCKatQHRfvXrGksfpDqNtcpWsm8Y_tyERT8yM2QUxuQ6pA4-CAo5XnrpK_ekgWvU3OQL7mmsZ4rp-v1vINF4RLF_QXZ/s320/diy+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619199818545101922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg65Qes4vnPUzK-5iUyQ2MSI_fjzH-mIYDdtjZ72EeiJShqol1kV5B0dYe9Kxl8CwzIm0bqiaP7JboBzFo5wFKp1-5q1kbiCPN2YuIEd3LI-aTFTYjE4nZPoyi6k7bvPNmf8SLrklGoYx0/s1600/diy2.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg65Qes4vnPUzK-5iUyQ2MSI_fjzH-mIYDdtjZ72EeiJShqol1kV5B0dYe9Kxl8CwzIm0bqiaP7JboBzFo5wFKp1-5q1kbiCPN2YuIEd3LI-aTFTYjE4nZPoyi6k7bvPNmf8SLrklGoYx0/s320/diy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619199796077085810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4UuHpgD6I9coydO7ZThm7u5-pp-96dgSG5WwViHPYAEgEkuB21HacPd9VsiwsRrAaPLyrGhCmHvsfB_0nVO77dfS3T05XyKlVKBV_FW1V-8ouc_YlG1z9bjeQXt8QWKE3YE-nQVYDrsp/s1600/diy1.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv4UuHpgD6I9coydO7ZThm7u5-pp-96dgSG5WwViHPYAEgEkuB21HacPd9VsiwsRrAaPLyrGhCmHvsfB_0nVO77dfS3T05XyKlVKBV_FW1V-8ouc_YlG1z9bjeQXt8QWKE3YE-nQVYDrsp/s320/diy1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619199791345975666" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />5) Weddings! I luuuuurv weddings, what's not to love? You get to watch two people in love commit to one another forever, followed by food and dancing. The dancing is obviously the best part, but still. I can't get enough of weddings and I'm proud to tell you that it's not b/c I'm taking notes for my own. I'd be very okay if that were a long while off. The only thing I know about my someday wedding is that it will be comfortable, easy going, with the best food ever and lots and lots of dancing.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFG2MSSk3BDMT0QCBxZvdqH3Mw77pb4xAa5l49a3o9Xf6_AKUT43tU4Tnn1nfGJQTYgN-6Kcqvd7DqhscHbgrgxWO8yq3Bq2mSQO_3DvUMu8WPSPqnDuhHHXNggRarCagoOEd-oYJOwp3/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFG2MSSk3BDMT0QCBxZvdqH3Mw77pb4xAa5l49a3o9Xf6_AKUT43tU4Tnn1nfGJQTYgN-6Kcqvd7DqhscHbgrgxWO8yq3Bq2mSQO_3DvUMu8WPSPqnDuhHHXNggRarCagoOEd-oYJOwp3/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619201266732638402" /></a> I took this shot during the lovely Leslie Davila's wedding last summer (GREAT wedding) of <a href="http://thetest-nest.blogspot.com/">The Test Nest</a>.<br /><br /><br />6) Long morning jogs/walk with lots of sweat, long cool shower, and lunch outside with a friend is the perfect way to start any day.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />9) Fresh flowers from Daddy's garden (they smell best when they're just brought inside all warm from the sun).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcOabZPBNI4htsbrXuXn_1NkjNcvunavdkc4ifPYhB1CnasDzDP1W2FimDel2Gtk57wPwEmFOjfa2XMmug84jzxx0aKXZtDtBaSmq6l9S4d6RpYj5Y_jmHfjgwvHzGdNbI4lF9wvwdFBb/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrcOabZPBNI4htsbrXuXn_1NkjNcvunavdkc4ifPYhB1CnasDzDP1W2FimDel2Gtk57wPwEmFOjfa2XMmug84jzxx0aKXZtDtBaSmq6l9S4d6RpYj5Y_jmHfjgwvHzGdNbI4lF9wvwdFBb/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619201983469948898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />8) Summer music is absolutely one of the sweetest things about summer. Most of these are old, some are new, some are "what's old is new again":<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3KkUeRPjc-Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Mumford and Sons — "The Cave"<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KyP0DACgdgc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />I can't believe it, Fleet Foxes did it again with — "Helplessness Blues"<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T2hw831YOco" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Sorry for no video, but this song is the sound of my first summer in San Diego. Totally under celebrated is Jacob Miller's — "Charlie Brown's Lament"<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_wMOoceN2bM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Not sure how new this is, but it's new to me as of this week and I can NOT sit still when that guitar gets goin'! The Wooden Birds — "Two Matchsticks" The vocalist sounds identical to that of Death Cab for Cutie, any relation?<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GxhaRgJUMl8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Oh Animal Collective led by Panda Bear's Noah Lennox, you have my heart —"Summertime Clothes" (don't miss "My Girls" and "Brother Sport")<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4C8e7nNLZNs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />This was summer 2009 for me, The Temper Trap's — "Sweet Disposition" thanks to the movie <em>500 Days of Summer</em><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/in_R5N7Usog" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Hey Rosetta! — "The New Goodbye"<br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/khCokQt--l4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />If you haven't heard of Karmin yet, you have now. I'm a little obsessed with her rendition of "Look at me Now" originally by Chris Brown ft. Lil Wayne, Busta RhymesMeg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-22393044011563204622011-06-03T05:57:00.000-07:002011-06-03T06:38:41.436-07:00Long Time No PostI tell others that successful blogs are like pets; if you don't feed them, they die.<br /><br />The good news is, I don't have a "successful" blog by anyone's standards, I just have a lovely parking spot on the internet for all the books, artists, projects, and ideas that inspire me. <br /><br />The next project is on hold; I was trying to create some blocks of time that haven't been and continue to be unavailable to me that I need to make it happen but I'm still stoked about it and it will happen, just not right now. <br /><br />Until then, I'm back and will be posting regularly (at least as regularly as I used to). <br /><br />Here are some items since I last posted:<br /><br />1) Read <em>Hunger Games</em>, it's fine, not spectacular but a really easy summer romp. The movie next year should be entertaining though they picked a really odd director for such an action-packed story—Gary Ross, the guy who did <em>Pleasantville</em> (great movie), <em>Big</em> (yeah, the one from the '80s), <em>Seabiscuit</em>, and <em>Dave</em>...we shall see.<br /><br />2) Reading <em>The Remains of the Day</em> a poor choice to read simultaneously because Ishiguro's prose can easily outsing any other contemporary voice in writing as it is, let alone a tween author. It's a beautiful novel and I'm savoring it but will have to finish it by book club on Monday. I'm hosting and because the book's all about a butler I'm having everyone dress in black and white and I'll be serving a traditional English meal at Meg Manor.<br /><br />3) I've decided to never buy wrapping paper ever again. I'm just going to buy huge rolls of brown paper and dress them up in creative ways so I can save money and customize each package for the recipient. "Brown paper packages tied up with strings, these are a few of my favorite things..." <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0knJx97bRamUE1Lx6OdoNe95piEsy9rp2bKo6X11cYlnb7lyDjEV_WwqmeBqsr-WKK74zRMvD_HCR3yA8B0fbmDxTyo-9rHkR263ISQSA8vblkgSdLzuAiv29sZXzQn1Aj7xVoGnRiwgz/s1600/bptc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0knJx97bRamUE1Lx6OdoNe95piEsy9rp2bKo6X11cYlnb7lyDjEV_WwqmeBqsr-WKK74zRMvD_HCR3yA8B0fbmDxTyo-9rHkR263ISQSA8vblkgSdLzuAiv29sZXzQn1Aj7xVoGnRiwgz/s200/bptc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613984551849728338" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdvjyMkn-7Ld3cKZOfVyqaWfLTpL7CgF77CElALhAwiJGRGrql5raTKqUcGmedXKne4bUPOYvkMqbMPDknneEOwHF9GfcLLUElWq440byKS-K3B4SrrB-tjmoLKQH_0CE4yAnH8a4gKkz/s1600/bppppp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDdvjyMkn-7Ld3cKZOfVyqaWfLTpL7CgF77CElALhAwiJGRGrql5raTKqUcGmedXKne4bUPOYvkMqbMPDknneEOwHF9GfcLLUElWq440byKS-K3B4SrrB-tjmoLKQH_0CE4yAnH8a4gKkz/s200/bppppp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613984546119827714" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATpAVusyx9JHbocV-Rjqz0HjUPsM0mtzw9NTFU2t7RaqXpV1SmPnJbkkfVOLGO0aR4wZG3rurA0Hx3UbdXyWbEZt1ZekVbkTM7CcsOFd1UlwBbkP3vHJS84PH_H19zl6wNEpKQiSEzN9k/s1600/bppp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATpAVusyx9JHbocV-Rjqz0HjUPsM0mtzw9NTFU2t7RaqXpV1SmPnJbkkfVOLGO0aR4wZG3rurA0Hx3UbdXyWbEZt1ZekVbkTM7CcsOFd1UlwBbkP3vHJS84PH_H19zl6wNEpKQiSEzN9k/s200/bppp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613984542321629330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoDxfikal029ivQrH5Mq1cJVNlefztfmboS8TqfYxizl1obiURNS1wUF5R4yAUaCsEZvrgdS5vLGXVUbDdVLToMqpwMECDc89pS74veoSqAXRZuUo74shEJOhAncgbqAZXHbZ3QvnNix7/s1600/bpp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXoDxfikal029ivQrH5Mq1cJVNlefztfmboS8TqfYxizl1obiURNS1wUF5R4yAUaCsEZvrgdS5vLGXVUbDdVLToMqpwMECDc89pS74veoSqAXRZuUo74shEJOhAncgbqAZXHbZ3QvnNix7/s200/bpp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613984537867193058" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5aEggIH1cXOiK2aRCDnWNnTO-uUA0DE2NX-dH5xYXtxGqYmvea0EGzfXTWYmHGWXrhM9ApkWhdMHcOWYTYFoat-q-_ThciQkB3-0PQWSGjHzo0R-9hZkPbqzpPl6wEl-vIRm28ag2nwq/s1600/32401355_Px4TG0H9_c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid5aEggIH1cXOiK2aRCDnWNnTO-uUA0DE2NX-dH5xYXtxGqYmvea0EGzfXTWYmHGWXrhM9ApkWhdMHcOWYTYFoat-q-_ThciQkB3-0PQWSGjHzo0R-9hZkPbqzpPl6wEl-vIRm28ag2nwq/s200/32401355_Px4TG0H9_c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613984529736097234" /></a><br /><br />4) I plan to photograph Lincoln more this summer than ever before and how can I help myself? The city is dressed up for farmers market, Jazz in June, First Fridays, and all the doors to all my favorite local haunts stand propped open and inviting. I hate the humidity but I love love love summer.<br /><br />5) I've been cooking a lot more lately and I'm going to be cooking some delectibles from my wonderful friend's blog, <a href="http://thetest-nest.blogspot.com/">The Test Nest</a>. I've also been commissioned to make a new logo for the blog so I'll be working on that very soon—I'm pretty excited. Recent forays into cooking include a white chocolate bread pudding with fresh berry sauce, down-home beef stew with thyme and a whole bottle of shiraz, and strawberry rhubarb pie from scratch. <br /><br />More later but for now that's what I've got. If, and I don't flatter myself that there are probably more than two of you, you followed my blog up until I stopped posting there for a while, my apologies and thanks for hangin' tight!Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-49966463475019388192011-04-15T07:24:00.000-07:002011-04-15T08:07:16.949-07:00ONEinSEVENforSIX TeaserI have decided on a new project.<br /><br />As the title of this post indicates, it's called <strong>ONEinSEVENforSIX</strong>. It's a lot different from the last one.<br /><br />Details soon.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-38798638094090122172011-04-04T08:15:00.000-07:002011-04-14T07:39:32.467-07:00Spring ReadingDelicious thunderstorm outside today—the kind where the sky provides a dark blue backdrop to the budding trees whose new leaves look almost neon green and the pink buds fuchsia; thunder growls and lightning answers in broad flashes.<br /><br />If I weren't at work now, I'd be in bed, resting a hot mug of coffee on my sternum and using the other hand to hold up one of the following books against my knees (I'm currently reading/starting the following books):<br /><strong><br /><em>The New York Regional Mormon Singles Halloween Dance: A Memoir</em> —Elna Baker</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrOK5LNmiLeFs3h5PyHNJ-5ZQ7OGt9Sb1eUj-VIqJuLEYrY7QoNu9bTjHNZHgRPMiElxFVHOvs93At-kWVvccIIuzXmymZzL7AAkvkj30FjrX6jTQbGnzj1AcuDtHH2C6PRM_jn-OLfFQ/s1600/tnyrmshd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsrOK5LNmiLeFs3h5PyHNJ-5ZQ7OGt9Sb1eUj-VIqJuLEYrY7QoNu9bTjHNZHgRPMiElxFVHOvs93At-kWVvccIIuzXmymZzL7AAkvkj30FjrX6jTQbGnzj1AcuDtHH2C6PRM_jn-OLfFQ/s400/tnyrmshd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592468774703278002" /></a><br />This book is like the Mormon answer to Donald Miller's <em>Blue Like Jazz</em>, only cheekier. I haven't laughed out loud at a book in a long time but Baker has cracked me up multiple times with her funny memoir. A lovely little chick lit romp (but it's a memoir so it's okay).<br /><br /><strong><em>This Is Where I Leave You</em> —Jonathan Tropper</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwuqLPkXkjePRFjATL3fri6fpKLQDNjvIY9QJyvGheArp8Tm7q1Q1sBeU-aaVWOHycSLDNRgGkkFtHIAq4Y9aUE4-X_TL5-dXZhwKeCNpZG59TDmZWkz4RGIiLf94Sl1sOaNmjESBIHjl/s1600/tiwily.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwwuqLPkXkjePRFjATL3fri6fpKLQDNjvIY9QJyvGheArp8Tm7q1Q1sBeU-aaVWOHycSLDNRgGkkFtHIAq4Y9aUE4-X_TL5-dXZhwKeCNpZG59TDmZWkz4RGIiLf94Sl1sOaNmjESBIHjl/s400/tiwily.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592469002293659810" /></a> Don't know, haven't started it but I'm very excited about this dysfunctional family dramedy. And it already has two things going for it: it starts with a sex scene (so my other book clubbers have told me—I think they were trying to warn me as I'm perceived as the most naive member of the group (rightly so)) and I like the cover design.<br /><br /><strong><em>The Orthodox Heretic: And Other Impossible Tales</em> —Peter Rollins</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc4bnKyiSdqYi8-VSYeeFBYGelt_xNbXgyED95yKKZCts0JErpQS67MBguHa2plfHRRjRugE-NXlip42dDipQrG1QHk19puCd4TRClLleJ9j7Ix9CH4dSlrN6AuY4dffPTQFS3HEEpQYI/s1600/the-orthodox-heretic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc4bnKyiSdqYi8-VSYeeFBYGelt_xNbXgyED95yKKZCts0JErpQS67MBguHa2plfHRRjRugE-NXlip42dDipQrG1QHk19puCd4TRClLleJ9j7Ix9CH4dSlrN6AuY4dffPTQFS3HEEpQYI/s400/the-orthodox-heretic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594402361510138194" /></a><br />Peter Rollins' talks have been rocking my world. He's a self-termed pyrotheologian promoting the idea that what we need is more doubters of God and fewer believers of God. He makes the point that one can fill stadiums with "believers" but getting people to doubt and ask intelligent questions about their faith rather than following their feelings is what will fortify and grow individual and corporate faith. Anyway, this is a tiny book of parables he wrote and I've only read one so far and I plan to read them slowly (which he encourages in the introduction of the book).<br /><br /><strong><em>The Holiness of God</em> —R.C. Sproul</strong><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszEa6kSrgZvIS6DZn-CRs1WKXHVd0h2Vvi6T1DVKmqmRO6onDi_diSlAVPLGruEAqVSmas2cMYX0vBvj5GuFmqXRkZBQZ7tGP_cKp1K-g0Vw0roBXqlVcVidb5nNb0xMYp2ZYL37xy59F/s1600/hol01bp_200x1000.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszEa6kSrgZvIS6DZn-CRs1WKXHVd0h2Vvi6T1DVKmqmRO6onDi_diSlAVPLGruEAqVSmas2cMYX0vBvj5GuFmqXRkZBQZ7tGP_cKp1K-g0Vw0roBXqlVcVidb5nNb0xMYp2ZYL37xy59F/s400/hol01bp_200x1000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594402556455942578" /></a><br />Mum made me read a chapter out loud to her the other day. I had just used three curse words during a work vent and I think she was worried about the well being of my soul. I flipped through the chapter and saw that it was a good 15 pages. I said "no way, we'll read a few pages then you can read the rest yourself." Fifteen pages later I set the book down and told her "we should do this more often." I forgot how much I appreciate Sproul's noncondescending take on theology and how much he crams into a page. Plus, discussing faith with my Mum is the best. She brings the angsty 20-something feelings I have together with her years of study and wisdom to make for great discussion.<br /><br /><strong><em>Moby Dick</em> —Herman Melville</strong><br />Harry selected this read and we're both going to read it before the end of 2011. <br />I'm going to finish it first. <br />That's not saying much though because he basically reads as many pages (600+) easily in a week or two of studying philosophy so I have a clear advantage. We'll see how far it gets me. But can I just say that it's hot to have a boyfriend who suggests we tackle classic literature together?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZ6_e6dOfgf3-mi0Pm8iWw7OrwuyuX6ZISDIliFY8oWUwf7gF_hYEJuFEumXO6FKXm8KP98IRRiVKm5x7DSAhyeImBlURRbSjifyi_taU1q541Nd8UK7RcVhDMiI1FArBFDex_ettCY3s/s1600/moby-dick.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuZ6_e6dOfgf3-mi0Pm8iWw7OrwuyuX6ZISDIliFY8oWUwf7gF_hYEJuFEumXO6FKXm8KP98IRRiVKm5x7DSAhyeImBlURRbSjifyi_taU1q541Nd8UK7RcVhDMiI1FArBFDex_ettCY3s/s400/moby-dick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594402655659424898" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>Disappointment with God</em> —Philip Yancey</strong><br />A.K.A. most depressing title of a book ever. However, this book is asking three questions that have tortured me for some time: <br />Is God unfair? <br />Is God silent? <br />Is God hidden?<br />Yancey doesn't sooth with platitudes, misapplied Bible verses, or "remember that time when God was nice to you? That's how you know he's fair, present, and listening..." Rather, Yancey intelligently and critically addresses the three questions above and doesn't ask the reader to agree with him necessarily. He asserts himself confidently through his writing but gives you that lovely author-to-reader trust that says "so there you have it, take it or leave it but thanks for listening."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLbGPl5VC1JC1xPyZ7HWq168Wf4FvlvAfLP3Jc8q7yekUSudHGc0g9Dkmdny47oKU6qSSSsA4AN0lvxSCfbtCv3k5CYvK3hWDwQdZ30mNbCuAGFJsD_zNOhFc6vNwQr0ZTYHrQnldc-GV/s1600/Disappointment-With-God-large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDLbGPl5VC1JC1xPyZ7HWq168Wf4FvlvAfLP3Jc8q7yekUSudHGc0g9Dkmdny47oKU6qSSSsA4AN0lvxSCfbtCv3k5CYvK3hWDwQdZ30mNbCuAGFJsD_zNOhFc6vNwQr0ZTYHrQnldc-GV/s400/Disappointment-With-God-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594402807777918834" /></a><br /><strong></strong><br /><br />I also have <em>The Help</em> and <em>The Hunger Games</em> on my bed stand since I'm not above purchasing these books under the pretense that they're for Mom then adopting them as my own once she's read them. The one good thing about popular fiction is that it's fun to share them at the office, among friends, etc.<br /><br />Read on and feel free to ask for or give recommendations.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-70609654072159464272011-04-01T12:37:00.000-07:002011-04-04T07:44:05.263-07:00Postcard Project: DONE! (No Foolin')<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIaPvJurl1MqQNNMDdCkTOAyKAcw9QQt5JhF10wumb8RGHk6CELcaBlyPIuEh8qq9_8CTjx3QFYWZj9OMy05_COxiqS36_Rbf1-kH6qeOWqDVFv-r3k5yHIno4TRgmWV1PuiHj4xXMUlUv/s1600/pcp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIaPvJurl1MqQNNMDdCkTOAyKAcw9QQt5JhF10wumb8RGHk6CELcaBlyPIuEh8qq9_8CTjx3QFYWZj9OMy05_COxiqS36_Rbf1-kH6qeOWqDVFv-r3k5yHIno4TRgmWV1PuiHj4xXMUlUv/s400/pcp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591739205569541650" /></a><br /><br /><br />THE GOAL—Send 50 cards in 100 days to 50 different people<br /><br />THE DEADLINE—June 6, 2011, but finished 65 days early, April 1<br /><br />THE PROGRESS—Done!<br /><br />TOTAL COST—$14.00 in postage<br /><br />HOW DO I GET ONE?—You blew it. You can't get one now.<br />Actually, if still you want a postcard I'll be happy send you one, e-mail me your address at meg.m.schudel@gmail.com and I'll hook you up—I have some left over cards anyway.<br /><br />CONCLUSION: I have a new appreciation for postcards. I like that there's no place for a return address on a postcard thus removing the obligation of responding to the sender.<br />I was very pleasantly surprised to receive some mail in return for the postcards! I didn't expect that and I received about five cards/postcards myself which was pretty great. Thank you, you know who you are!<br /><br />WHAT NEXT?: Still considering some ideas. The rules are that the next project has to 1) benefit others in some way, 2) be realistic, and 3) be something that costs me effort and/or challenges me in some way. I'm going to take a little break, maybe for a week or so but you'll hear what I've got up my sleeve after that. I know millions are waiting with baited breath so I'll not dally too long.<br /><br />Thanks to anyone following this project and for receiving my silly little postcards!Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-57747229595928509752011-03-29T12:04:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:11:28.605-07:00Postcard Project: Update #4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMMjPsv8CyAHGEvIuooxm8a1272cRkmveST8dQcAaXFpDjhX6R1cOskeNMzdg1UJKo2IMkP1LyV52sYdwbIBsOms_Sihyphenhyphen4mlpuCFI-hfC0Ww9VU6OfQS0XslmKbydryclohOqhyvuKSgt/s1600/POst4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlMMjPsv8CyAHGEvIuooxm8a1272cRkmveST8dQcAaXFpDjhX6R1cOskeNMzdg1UJKo2IMkP1LyV52sYdwbIBsOms_Sihyphenhyphen4mlpuCFI-hfC0Ww9VU6OfQS0XslmKbydryclohOqhyvuKSgt/s400/POst4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589580042014342978" /></a><br /><br />There have been <strong>39 postcards sent (only 11 left!) and 68 days to go.</strong><br /><br />Lately, I've been contemplating <em>doubling </em>the number of postcards I send out. Could I send 100 postcards instead of 50? It would still have to be one postcard per acquaintance so I'd have to think of a lot more people to send to or receive more requests. <br /><br />Let me know if you would like one at meg.m.schudel@gmail.com or in the comments below.<br /><br />NEXT PROJECT: No hints yet other than to say it will be more intense than The Postcard Project. I am taking suggestions.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-19142717054363839812011-03-25T08:14:00.000-07:002011-03-25T08:36:31.197-07:00Postcard Project: Update #3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nt8pMqRlgJQ3zMigwEiCFnXErX93u4w5PBRnQNrjC6joSG2JWVkiDXcCt7tyx4RlAJNDe8LOXIJ_JIYlFm9dLJzTTsWNdQsp3bfZDC8V11B_w9yKfu-apRP5IJBuEJn5FvipviEnWqGi/s1600/post1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4nt8pMqRlgJQ3zMigwEiCFnXErX93u4w5PBRnQNrjC6joSG2JWVkiDXcCt7tyx4RlAJNDe8LOXIJ_JIYlFm9dLJzTTsWNdQsp3bfZDC8V11B_w9yKfu-apRP5IJBuEJn5FvipviEnWqGi/s400/post1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588037941093869250" /></a><br />THE GOAL—Send 50 cards in 100 days to 50 different people<br />THE DEADLINE—June 6, 2011<br /><strong>THE PROGRESS—32 cards sent with 72 days to go</strong><br />TOTAL COST—$14.00, I'm not counting cost of postcards originally because when something sits in your closet and goes to waste it loses its value. I bought the box of cards I'm using when I was in high school and for the 20 I prematurely sent and had to subsequently <em>resend</em>, I'm using a couple books of postcards I received as gifts. So the $14 comes from postage only.<br />HOW DO I GET ONE?—Simple, let me know you want one at meg.m.schudel@gmail.com or in the comments below<br /><br />Rachel and Kelli, thanks a lot for reading and for your requests, you'll be receiving your cards sometime in the next week. <br /><br />NEXT PROJECT: No hints yet other than to say it will be more intense than The Postcard Project. <strong>If you have any ideas for a project, I'm very impressionable and will probably be inclined to listen then act on any submission you might have.</strong>Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-76543665359946330792011-03-15T10:54:00.000-07:002011-03-15T12:48:07.386-07:00Spring SongsI had some help finding some good music for spring this week and was introduced to the following gems, I hope you enjoy them!<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="320" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JK716RqoUms" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Band of Horses—"Is There a Ghost" (thanks Tiffanie Jurey)<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="320" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/tkxFA7nzLFg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />The Civil Wars—"Falling," this one is so sad but so beautiful.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="320" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EjgtxVxE14A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Daylights—"I Hope This Gets to You"—supposedly written for some girl and this guy hopes it will get to her virally and depends on viewers to get it to her. Gimmick to promote the piece? Maybe; doesn't change the fact that it's a great song with imaginative videography.<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="320" height="200" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mwX7uEiEWx4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />A Fine Frenzy—"Lost Things," an oldie but goodie (thanks Larka for showing this to me). By the way, she's gorgeous in the video but Alison Sudol is absolutely stunning in person.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TLtSfYX8tJk ">Alex & Twitch on So You Think You Can Dance</a> <br />(sorry, not allowed to embed)<br />Lil Jon & LM*AO—"Get Outta Your Mind," this video is sick; so much better than subjecting yourself to the original music video. I hope this also proves that I can get out of hipsterville and rough it up a little.<br /><br /><a href="http://meg-gem.blogspot.com/2011/02/postcard-project.html">Postcard Project</a> update: 26 postcards sent so far. Doria and Kristen, yours are on the way if they haven't arrived already!Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-63338778234531140262011-03-11T06:40:00.000-08:002011-03-11T12:54:35.198-08:00One Great Thing Friday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fkvtGxyJuNAm2DSjxiSoST2dGAK8xUCIcU3AETKkp-2aUB9lkJzxfKT7Md-XQuRD07mMj3YeG2HOEz_0sEQyYVrcgEoR1UhVVVPBzcr8GM8zdD2tq7fnfNMk327HJuGt_M0YBW_Kyhgm/s1600/bookrestlampoff.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fkvtGxyJuNAm2DSjxiSoST2dGAK8xUCIcU3AETKkp-2aUB9lkJzxfKT7Md-XQuRD07mMj3YeG2HOEz_0sEQyYVrcgEoR1UhVVVPBzcr8GM8zdD2tq7fnfNMk327HJuGt_M0YBW_Kyhgm/s400/bookrestlampoff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582833465754951234" /></a><br /><br /><br />Why, oh why can't I think of things like <a href="http://laughingsquid.com/book-rest-lamp/">this </a>myself? WANT!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JnOvhGpjfFs9lKrgPxrZXKvF0TzbOiyb4HG0SOhKt0gYfSic8e5LOH5x3hTX2G5KHHO6cK5Wm-WSLajjZHQhm41UrcBQY7uwNhg0MriN2kqQRbAl7q_v18kcU97Z8s1bpuX1MvA5HHqA/s1600/Book-Rest-Lamp.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4JnOvhGpjfFs9lKrgPxrZXKvF0TzbOiyb4HG0SOhKt0gYfSic8e5LOH5x3hTX2G5KHHO6cK5Wm-WSLajjZHQhm41UrcBQY7uwNhg0MriN2kqQRbAl7q_v18kcU97Z8s1bpuX1MvA5HHqA/s400/Book-Rest-Lamp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582833114401022098" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeR6au4rnKWFyOXiKeBEMC4VvtjFqcHVTVa8vLXqPYbAsnsH_RzW4He7Pyg7F6oUXa_ZBhv0cL_TDjsOZrXknirzUAYMB-9-FJPCGE5Es53T62fIk26WUQwxqdmS17y6X-Liv8GO7LBV5/s1600/bookrestlampoff.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggeR6au4rnKWFyOXiKeBEMC4VvtjFqcHVTVa8vLXqPYbAsnsH_RzW4He7Pyg7F6oUXa_ZBhv0cL_TDjsOZrXknirzUAYMB-9-FJPCGE5Es53T62fIk26WUQwxqdmS17y6X-Liv8GO7LBV5/s400/bookrestlampoff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582832568903278226" /></a><br /><a href="http://laughingsquid.com/book-rest-lamp/"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://meg-gem.blogspot.com/2011/02/postcard-project.html">Twenty-one postcards</a> as of today. Plan to send three more today. Send me an e-mail if you'd like one: meg.m.schudel@gmail.com.<br /><br />That's all. Have a great weekend!Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-43179322253203843442011-03-08T08:58:00.000-08:002011-03-11T12:54:53.477-08:00The Postcard Project: Update #2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdP3JaC_41bhb4W0sYA39oC0f7j41LbkQRQJt862AS4b-EcorEwvDb5AzbwRnRd5aky_LLfdy-tmC9VcKYzz8anVy81u7-z2sHkESkEDWTv7Bkt0Fb4PnUKt4ZbGtAh-VIKyqlFrHVCS5/s1600/102732216.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwdP3JaC_41bhb4W0sYA39oC0f7j41LbkQRQJt862AS4b-EcorEwvDb5AzbwRnRd5aky_LLfdy-tmC9VcKYzz8anVy81u7-z2sHkESkEDWTv7Bkt0Fb4PnUKt4ZbGtAh-VIKyqlFrHVCS5/s400/102732216.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581758566995875346" /></a>Nine postcards with quality content as of today to nine wonderful people. About half of these are resends. Since I exhausted 20 of my Art Box postcards, I'll start in on a booklet of Monet and Salvatore Dalí ones I've had for a while to make up the difference. The Dalís are harder since some tend to be offended by his work...Grandma will be receiving <a href="http://www.moma.org/collection/object.php?object_id=80220">Waterlilies</a>, not <a href="http://www.virtualdali.com/33EnigmaOfWilliamTell.html">The Enigma of William Tell</a>.<br /><br />I have 89 days to send the other 41 cards. <br /><br />Don't hesitate to send your mailing address to megschudel@gmail.com if you'd like a card.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-3761765738459094642011-03-02T11:43:00.001-08:002011-03-11T12:55:17.818-08:00The Postcard Project: Update #1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiss5QVKOCLhvO-LVoRw7l9FHAN2raVyimJ-hIq1IppJe7S_GplncBhdR8dzudt_xq8xx9Nwt6dCYpV146It6WpRtJZ0zKg9DfNgRyGkmzIDV-no3rcEQsUQRIdcjFBn7bUQdLLz21cRzM/s1600/bs-9780714839479.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiss5QVKOCLhvO-LVoRw7l9FHAN2raVyimJ-hIq1IppJe7S_GplncBhdR8dzudt_xq8xx9Nwt6dCYpV146It6WpRtJZ0zKg9DfNgRyGkmzIDV-no3rcEQsUQRIdcjFBn7bUQdLLz21cRzM/s400/bs-9780714839479.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579580254928148706" /></a><br /><br /><strong>Good news</strong>: 20 of 50 postcards sent already. <br /><strong>The bad news:</strong> I just realized that the content of my postcards is rubbish. I'm embarrassed to admit this, but I totally fell for quantity over quality. I feel like I never finish anything so when I conceived of this project, I was too eager to get 'er done than to do it right.<br />Sure, everyone likes getting mail, but I failed to put anything of value on the other side of the majority of these 20 cards (e.g., a meaningful quote, a memory, a personal note of what I appreciate about the recipient, etc.).<br /><strong>So now what?</strong><br />Well, I have no other option but to harrass these same 20 individuals who have already received cards by resending them new cards with real, meaningful messages. As for the other 30 I have yet to send, I'll start now with being more intentional when I write them. <br /><strong>Why don't you just stop?</strong><br />Because 1) I have tolerant friends who thus act as passive enablers 2) I have to finish something for once, 3) selfishly, I'm learning something about myself here, even if that something is, so far, mostly unflattering, and 4) despite my 20-card epic fail, I do have some pleasant things I want to share with the people I know/love and it's okay if even the second set postcards end up in people's trash bins with the other junk mail so long as I get a chance to pass on something potentially encouraging.<br />So keep you eye on the mailbox and don't hesitate to send your mailing address to megschudel@gmail.com if you'd like a card—admit it, you can't resist the ringing endorsement I've given myself in this update...Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-74982248561408618362011-02-26T10:10:00.000-08:002011-03-02T12:25:13.562-08:00The Postcard Project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_1aKIIkAUPCBbeBlDEEaQeDgDqVYQF0_-nT59oLfFqD_1KC5pysM8jD9TvBx8Tg2VBwYNtatdTXLIg6BBfETSqhTUJHGRnosciqFNYZhpha5qWcmUAecX-7cjWADOFUfqIei7mh4-MfE/s1600/51X7HM93K0L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7_1aKIIkAUPCBbeBlDEEaQeDgDqVYQF0_-nT59oLfFqD_1KC5pysM8jD9TvBx8Tg2VBwYNtatdTXLIg6BBfETSqhTUJHGRnosciqFNYZhpha5qWcmUAecX-7cjWADOFUfqIei7mh4-MfE/s400/51X7HM93K0L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578067735332017938" /></a><br />What: The Postcard Project--50 cards in 100 days (deadline June 6)<br />Who: 50 people I know<br />Where: All over, even international<br />Why: Because I've watched <span style="font-style:italic;">Julie & Julia</span> too many times and wanted a project<br />What else?: Send me your address and you'll get one<br />meg.m.schudel@gmail.comMeg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-3156478092545960172011-02-25T07:21:00.000-08:002011-03-11T12:53:51.698-08:00A Cup of Stars<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-4TYj47F34hvI3YS76LOnViDObPIB-qZ0R1co_wQ5cbHaCZq-1szHCeIJeJw-RHREYD3XW2hQ1M8a-spmJg8XDCxXRCH10IHgLiSNukifjveVrf7p2BnNMaM0rt4BXO-VApLhba7PFfu/s1600/The_Haunting_of_Hill_House_by_mscorley.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-4TYj47F34hvI3YS76LOnViDObPIB-qZ0R1co_wQ5cbHaCZq-1szHCeIJeJw-RHREYD3XW2hQ1M8a-spmJg8XDCxXRCH10IHgLiSNukifjveVrf7p2BnNMaM0rt4BXO-VApLhba7PFfu/s400/The_Haunting_of_Hill_House_by_mscorley.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581768782824658466" /></a>"Eleanor looked up, surprised; the little girl was sliding back in her chair, sullenly refusing her milk, while her father frowned and her brother giggled and her mother said calmly, 'She wants her cup of stars.' <br /><br />Indeed yes, Eleanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars, of course. <br /><br />'Her little cup,' the mother was explaining, smiling apologetically at the waitress, who was thunderstruck at the thought that the mill's good country milk was not rich enough for the little girl. 'It has stars in the bottom, and she always drinks her milk from it at home. She calls it her cup of stars because she can see the stars while she drinks her milk.' The waitress nodded, unconvinced, and the mother told the little girl, 'You'll have your milk from your cup of stars tonight when we get home. But just for now, just to be a very good little girl, will you take a little milk from this glass?' <br /><br />Don't do it, Eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. Brave girl, Eleanor thought; wise, brave girl."* <br /><br />— Shirley Jackson (<em>The Haunting of Hill House</em>) <br />______________________________________<br /><br />Every time I take a trip I try to do something that I've never done before. <br /><br />Until a few weeks ago, I had never read a scary book. So knowing that I'd be, for better or for worse, with my parents 'round the clock for 10 days seemed the perfect opportunity to try to scare the pants of myself because, no matter how old you are, parents make monsters go away.<br /><br />I went to A Novel Idea Bookstore and bought a used copy of <em>The Haunting of Hill House</em>. It met my criteria, it is: short, the premise to one of the greatest scary movies of all time, and by an author I trust implicitly to unnerve but not scare me out of my wits. <br /><br />I wasn't disappointed. The book is character driven, psychological, and beautifully written. It's a work of terror, not horror. Horror relies on an external element to spook you, terror creeps innocuously and works from the inside out to make you afraid. Horror is a hand suddenly reaching from off screen to grab you, terror makes you inexplicably afraid of your own hand.<br /><br />Jackson gives us Eleanor as our unreliable narrator. She is dull and pathologically insecure to the extent that, having no hue of its own, her personality takes on the color of all the other characters in the story. Indeed, Jackson takes her from the one-dimensional character we first meet all the way to a compendium of the experiences, events, and other characters—perhaps even the house itself—by the conclusion of the book.<br /><br />Perhaps Jackson's success lies in the fact that she elevates the typical haunted house genre and makes it unique unto itself. To elaborate on the plot would be to spoil the fun; suffice it to say that this is a good book that becomes great as it gradually imbeds itself in your imagination.<br /><br />*<em>The passage at the beginning of this post is my favorite part of the book. Eleanor is a causal observer of this incident at a diner. The line, "Indeed yes, Eleanor thought; indeed, so do I; a cup of stars, of course," is amazing. <br />Without any context whatsoever, Eleanor childishly agrees that she too wants a cup of stars. Because of her suppressed and sheltered upbringing, Eleanor forgets herself and subconsciously reaches for her lost childhood. By the end of this excerpt, Eleanor is adamant that the little girl exhibit stubbornness and strength. It's a wish more for the little girl Eleanor harbors inside than for the little girl she is witnessing in this scene.</em>Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-81926212423488599012011-02-18T06:25:00.000-08:002011-02-22T07:54:03.849-08:00A Million Miles in a Thousand Years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDjx-awhcI4M2E2-6AKto0vjwmrp9aQOZsvKagtpCuCfqVld2Rgkb7FahS7CHMYqEmNidx5sxVNtFbtCw1nELqQdxhyphenhyphenF8Ol3SL6g3A-fzs9wD2lVcFvsb4L8BCybw8T6ScGvY9kVPh419/s1600/mmity.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDjx-awhcI4M2E2-6AKto0vjwmrp9aQOZsvKagtpCuCfqVld2Rgkb7FahS7CHMYqEmNidx5sxVNtFbtCw1nELqQdxhyphenhyphenF8Ol3SL6g3A-fzs9wD2lVcFvsb4L8BCybw8T6ScGvY9kVPh419/s400/mmity.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576155599350766514" /></a><br /><br /><strong><em>A Million Miles in a Thousand Years</em><br />Donald Miller</strong><br />Friends warned me to set aside a lot of time when I started this book because I'd read it in two days; they were wrong. I read it in one. <br /><br />The book is about how Miller gets an offer to turn his bestseller <em>Blue Like Jazz</em> into a movie and the process of writing the screenplay. In writing an autobiographical screenplay, Miller is asked to present a cinema-worthy version of himself and discovers that his "story" is just not that compelling. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF531ejw9bniIDkmWwtJVVUIsRr0ouaYkIGsE8nHGwVjqaabnjxtjjQHlX6M655St0W41cnjX1LCMeslkCvhubRbn0i6-EhOYnDNEchpRrCFe46hhvqescbo0Jd410aXz-kYHQGoX1W_Fj/s1600/rotate2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF531ejw9bniIDkmWwtJVVUIsRr0ouaYkIGsE8nHGwVjqaabnjxtjjQHlX6M655St0W41cnjX1LCMeslkCvhubRbn0i6-EhOYnDNEchpRrCFe46hhvqescbo0Jd410aXz-kYHQGoX1W_Fj/s400/rotate2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576155603883770818" /></a><br />Miller realizes that he is being called to "write a better story" for himself. Somewhere between riding his bike across the U.S., hiking Machu Picchu, and starting <a href="http://thementoringproject.org/">The Mentoring Project</a>, Miller lets the Author write him into a better character.<br /><br /><strong>"You can call it God or a conscience, or you can dismiss it as that intuitive knowing we all have as human beings, as living storytellers; but there is a knowing I feel that guides me toward better stories, toward being a better character. I believe there is a writer outside ourselves, plotting a better story for us, interacting with us, even, and whispering a better story into our consciousness."</strong><br /><br />Miller talks about overcoming fear and addresses the problem of having over-elevated expectations about people, possessions, and even God: "When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are. And when you stop expecting material possessions to complete you, you'd be surprised at how much pleasure you get in material possessions. And when you stop expecting God to end all your troubles, you'd be surprised how much you like spending time with God."<br /><br />Like me (and countless other people), Miller had to unlearn about the God he knew growing up—a god that inspires guilt and fear—in order to trust Him to write a better story. "As a kid, the only sense I got from God was guilt...The real Voice is stiller and smaller and seems to know, without confusion, the difference between right and wrong and the subtle delineation between the beautiful and profane. It's not an agitated Voice, but ever patient as though it approves a million false starts." <br /><br />Miller doesn't treat God as a fearsome ruler or swing too far the other way, thinking of God as a fairy godfather; he treats God with as much respect as he does familiarity. Miller acknowledges that while God can help write a better story, He does not promise a perfect one: "Growing up in church, we were taught that Jesus was the answer to all our problems. We were taught that there was a circle-shaped hole in our heart and that we had tried to fill it with the square pegs of sex, drugs, and rock and roll; but only the circle peg of Jesus could fill our hole. I became a Christian based, in part, on this promise, but the hole never really went away. To be sure, I like Jesus and I still follow him, but the idea that Jesus will make everything better is a lie. It's basically biblical theology translated into the language of infomercials. The truth is, the apostles never really promise Jesus is going to make everything better here on earth...I think Jesus can make things better but I don't think he's going to make things perfect. Not here, not now."<br /><br /><strong>"It's interesting that in the Bible, in the book of Ecclesiastes, the only practical advice given about living a meaningful life is to find job you like, enjoy your marriage, and obey God. It' as though God is saying, <em>write a good story, take somebody with you, and let me help.</em>"</strong><br /><br />My fear of writing a better story is obvious: I'm worried where God will ask me to go and what He'll ask me to do. Also, I worry proximity to God will mean losing too much of myself. I'm not that great or anything, but at least I know who I am.<br /><br />I worry that if I get too close to the source of all good that somehow I'll be absorbed; I'll never swear, or drink, or think about sex again. I'll become this Jesus drone—that God will steer me back to the Lutheran bubble, ask me to preach apologetics, and cause me to inexplicably volunteer to bring ambrosia salads for the church potlucks. <br /><br />But what if it's not like that at all—what if proximity to God meant that I could be more myself than ever? Perhaps closeness to God would mean I could love more and judge less, have confidence to approach my Christian community with my biggest doubts and hardest questions, and read the Bible less for platitudes and more because it's full of stories about people even more messed up than me. What if it meant that, overall, I could live a better story?<br /><br />I guess there's only one way to find out. I don't have a good conclusion for this post but I think I've at least got an inciting incident for my story.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-80849739075242379412011-01-26T12:03:00.000-08:002011-01-26T12:15:06.976-08:00Long-Distance Relationship<iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/12155835" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"></iframe><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/12155835">Bottle</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/kirstenlepore">Kirsten Lepore</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p><br /><br />For HMVD<br /><br />By one of my my favorite stop-motion directors, Kirsten Lepore (she did "Sweet Dreams" too, I'll post it sometime).Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-54410671245402230822011-01-20T08:52:00.001-08:002011-01-20T09:37:01.428-08:00A January Review of The Decemberists' New Album<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJ17C0KByA4KSsRwRFMUNAu4_vPzBX0_qae7Q9tnasA4_G0s7z9K2-lBebkpLgew48QzkJ_9NVelFPqZcNU0KNfk59zLaLlfUAvf58mq4nbLCIpvrOpC_TJQiDzQ7V1PkotE4UqCBhA6V/s1600/decemberists-the-king-is-dead-1024x1024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIJ17C0KByA4KSsRwRFMUNAu4_vPzBX0_qae7Q9tnasA4_G0s7z9K2-lBebkpLgew48QzkJ_9NVelFPqZcNU0KNfk59zLaLlfUAvf58mq4nbLCIpvrOpC_TJQiDzQ7V1PkotE4UqCBhA6V/s400/decemberists-the-king-is-dead-1024x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564318694267656850" /></a><br />The Decemberists have parred down their style and got back to their roots in their new album, <em>The King Is Dead</em> and I'm liking some but not all of it. The group embraces a more down-home, americana approach that is almost anachronistic for its time—with no point of reference, it would be difficult to discern whether the songs heralded from yesteryear's recordings of appalacian folk, the 1970s movement, or today's freak folk scene. <br />I predict that "Don't Carry It All" and "Calamity Song" (a tribute to R.E.M. that doesn't remind us of "Talks about Passion" at all...nope) will garner the most itunes downloads but I personally enjoyed "January Hymn" for its honest, simple melodies. Those who, like me, abhor country music should be warned though, the slower songs have more twang than you might like and toe the line between folk and folk country; "Dear Avery" especially starts out well but then crosses over into what I deem unlistenable territory (thanks to the introduction of the Dobro a minute or so in).<br /><br />All in all, I don't think The Decemberists can compete with the best out there in freak folk right now—I'm thinking Mumford & Sons (if you haven't heard them yet, look them up, they're divine)—but fans probably won't be too disappointed by the latest offering. <br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XqDlTKqxu2w" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen></iframe>Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-12017815141221312212011-01-12T07:11:00.000-08:002011-01-12T07:24:47.983-08:00Everyday Ordinary<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4hcHl3SQy7HnBxZ74gqseUFqbJel9frAgtWsRXKtTJluEOV0PrzCvCmAYxl8oFhBL9HevQZwXo5h8SX2lR6bJlv3WMmXndVZgh6q1hyphenhyphenzAQHQ9BSjshMlaVJ_wcBlAdcDSKgKduNDAhzF/s1600/Ordinary.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB4hcHl3SQy7HnBxZ74gqseUFqbJel9frAgtWsRXKtTJluEOV0PrzCvCmAYxl8oFhBL9HevQZwXo5h8SX2lR6bJlv3WMmXndVZgh6q1hyphenhyphenzAQHQ9BSjshMlaVJ_wcBlAdcDSKgKduNDAhzF/s400/Ordinary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561320708960192882" /></a><br /><br />I threw together this graphic because I loved this quote from Woolf, a woman who saw the extraordinary in the most banal of objects and circumstances. <br /><br />I stumbled upon these photos of what someone did with chain link fences and I wondered what that person had to do to get permission to alter the fences, how much work went into them, was that person hansomely paid? Or did he or she do it for peanuts just to beautify something plain? Regardless, how much time went into these? I don't know the origin or the story behind these but I sort of prefer it that way. It's enough to see that someone took something prohibitive and harsh and wove it into inviting, delicate lace.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLj_mN7ahU_ovnqYhLoX1WdqNoGHK80IVY-fE5Nwp2jt8RlodglAlEchUpFvvurWS2Xr4KblIAYQ9C1I0rD_bv2ZHjXRVcprJgMWYUl-ae6UF_S2Yv5DAPc1Mz0_0xkSQXUj1wQzk_cEb/s1600/fence-art.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrLj_mN7ahU_ovnqYhLoX1WdqNoGHK80IVY-fE5Nwp2jt8RlodglAlEchUpFvvurWS2Xr4KblIAYQ9C1I0rD_bv2ZHjXRVcprJgMWYUl-ae6UF_S2Yv5DAPc1Mz0_0xkSQXUj1wQzk_cEb/s400/fence-art.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561319992469105266" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83vMfeZVf64cOIgtNGjwDaO7mmciuKUlj6NbxLPMUrXmIjyz-F-sMe17hHf0rV1V-CP9T80dtKPVz-QT3u55sdb5wneF5MQnWWoWBB2tNRPnqNkgNWbCVxi6LE_7uj6GQt3PBQf7ghbmW/s1600/fence-art-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh83vMfeZVf64cOIgtNGjwDaO7mmciuKUlj6NbxLPMUrXmIjyz-F-sMe17hHf0rV1V-CP9T80dtKPVz-QT3u55sdb5wneF5MQnWWoWBB2tNRPnqNkgNWbCVxi6LE_7uj6GQt3PBQf7ghbmW/s400/fence-art-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561319988866273602" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PfZWy2nqfaYvjAo3zOw2cSa4qFiHuy_vLi2kZP-z9uoqt9KzybJcMzUT7Pm7P4-aPRY9p0UtQjuhyphenhyphen7QXnfDVUsRc8CST_QNv9-9cDRMtUAmUNXDnk-QaRiyLHW93yPPrQgohp2oIYU08/s1600/fence-art-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1PfZWy2nqfaYvjAo3zOw2cSa4qFiHuy_vLi2kZP-z9uoqt9KzybJcMzUT7Pm7P4-aPRY9p0UtQjuhyphenhyphen7QXnfDVUsRc8CST_QNv9-9cDRMtUAmUNXDnk-QaRiyLHW93yPPrQgohp2oIYU08/s400/fence-art-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561319978872855522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusLTl8tpheVOeHlkwctLiXkStwI95-38mqDzt8s_S82OrqicNlBRluQdiwDjGpBYlhabiATQyrE03Qqf5YNjinSMbewp1Ko9PaWzmbynqBRDU1Gsfl-BshIhnw-ulZo5BhEungtG1TwRv/s1600/fence-art-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhusLTl8tpheVOeHlkwctLiXkStwI95-38mqDzt8s_S82OrqicNlBRluQdiwDjGpBYlhabiATQyrE03Qqf5YNjinSMbewp1Ko9PaWzmbynqBRDU1Gsfl-BshIhnw-ulZo5BhEungtG1TwRv/s400/fence-art-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561319975097895330" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FGjXCmb3gmhufQv0XogVIptb6-Ap_i_NJhw0NIxaPepDkfl-sZOCFEl5u98erKMC5xm6QO-WNp1m2WBcF4EDIqrl3wmsFo1-wsIKhUOW3HkFoWfnBboLvOeeMi5snn9tHBbSfJ5UWwNF/s1600/fence-art-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FGjXCmb3gmhufQv0XogVIptb6-Ap_i_NJhw0NIxaPepDkfl-sZOCFEl5u98erKMC5xm6QO-WNp1m2WBcF4EDIqrl3wmsFo1-wsIKhUOW3HkFoWfnBboLvOeeMi5snn9tHBbSfJ5UWwNF/s400/fence-art-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561319973568515522" /></a>Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-18042465761623396602011-01-07T06:29:00.000-08:002011-01-08T13:10:32.268-08:00Black Swan—Movie Review<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYuEDS9lgEntSgdEJTpSGA-j7a4mjubnWbpOHmtZsQKXQSPDvqQDpFbpYEsul-EWgiyl8-L-vJgieBMIljTR5inljWeSdMyrU3Ov28Tk8SJz8N4bBftOxGAQ8hfiTrzLpDawJPufbYJ64/s1600/black-swan-movie-poster-02.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdYuEDS9lgEntSgdEJTpSGA-j7a4mjubnWbpOHmtZsQKXQSPDvqQDpFbpYEsul-EWgiyl8-L-vJgieBMIljTR5inljWeSdMyrU3Ov28Tk8SJz8N4bBftOxGAQ8hfiTrzLpDawJPufbYJ64/s400/black-swan-movie-poster-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559453783482102498" /></a><br />I wasn't going to go see this movie because I heard it was a little naughty (which it is) but it was getting so many award nods that I couldn't resist the pull of feathers, tulle, and promising performances. I wasn't disappointed.<br /><br />The lovely Leslie Davila and I went last night. We dressed up for each other, each got red slushies, and went to the ballerina movie—a consummate girl's night out.<br /><br />The movie begins much like any ballet movie; Nina (Natalie Portman) wakes up in a pretty pink nightgown, surrounded herself with her stuffed animal collection, and is sing-songed awake by her overly affectionate though somewhat unbalanced mother. Nina buzzes with anticipation knowing that auditions for <em>Swan Lake</em> are coming soon pending the retirement of the prima ballerina, Beth (played well by Winona Ryder). Here's my first spoiler—Beth retires and Nina gets the part (shocking, I know).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ViMOpfxRQW9mOBruVums3dV4Lyh-fBvtPlt6FHWtihb3xcEBKxR1ZeE1uR2L8U8lfreVvWXToW1UPd1xQD5J1J8VmVFzZntw0opwXTN4A8Zc26OGrxtzS5fsSHCup17KHlio7eT7Q9Tj/s1600/swannat2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ViMOpfxRQW9mOBruVums3dV4Lyh-fBvtPlt6FHWtihb3xcEBKxR1ZeE1uR2L8U8lfreVvWXToW1UPd1xQD5J1J8VmVFzZntw0opwXTN4A8Zc26OGrxtzS5fsSHCup17KHlio7eT7Q9Tj/s400/swannat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559453861908459986" /></a> <br />That her technique is impeccable and she embodies the virginal, delicate white swan, the director knows; his concern is that Nina won't be able to play the sensual, powerful black swan too. <br /><br /><em>If you don't know the story of Tchaikovsky's <em>Swan Lake</em>, it's about a princess, Odette who gets turned into a swan by an evil sorcerer. One day, Prince Siegfried goes hunting at dusk, sees and takes aim at a lovely white swan for his collection when the swan transforms into a beautiful woman. He learns that until she receives a promise of love from a virgin prince she will ever remain a swan by day and woman by night. The prince falls in love with Odette but by a trick of the evil sorcerer he is seduced and accidentally proposes to another woman at a party (the black swan in human form). Odette, devastated, kills herself and the prince feeling so regretful follows her so they can be reunited in death.</em><br /><br />Nina's professional training to become the black swan becomes a destructive transformation of herself: her mommy issues, pressure for perfection, and, most prevalently, her sexuality.<br /><br />All in all, the film is visually stunning, the plot edgy, and Portman's performance is perfectly en pointe. One can see that she has shed blood, sweat, and tears to become a dancer for this film (one entire year of training) and her acting gave me goosebumps. I will also submit that this movie has the feel of a classic film—it was the subtle suspense that carefully avoided cheesiness and the perfectly packaged storyline.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKZmGjrccaViLDOypAHWilz1_N7JIbq4z4asSSZfE5SE2FPw75rd3gwVtvDYm-YDS3H9DbjILMjb7QLfM81DwqlVq_JYj5KB_FbRdILwJW5_rnRumG2clsNfiAbsmrPS07aVe2dXx_rwl/s1600/black-swan-natalie-portman-2-9-10-kc.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKZmGjrccaViLDOypAHWilz1_N7JIbq4z4asSSZfE5SE2FPw75rd3gwVtvDYm-YDS3H9DbjILMjb7QLfM81DwqlVq_JYj5KB_FbRdILwJW5_rnRumG2clsNfiAbsmrPS07aVe2dXx_rwl/s400/black-swan-natalie-portman-2-9-10-kc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559464091070372962" /></a><br />Things you should know before you see this film:<br />1) It's naughty—there's about every variety of sexuality in this film but I strongly feel that it was necessary to tell the story <br />2) It's graphic—dancers already have enough cracks, snaps, and bloodied feet but this film takes it to the enth degree by adding an element of fantasy and horror, and<br />3) If you're easily spooked, you might want to rent or skip this movie altogether.<br /><br />All that said, if you think you'll like this movie at all then definitely see it in the theater. Natalie Portman shimmers, the costumes wow, and I just don't think a television will give the same feeling of there being a stage before you as the big screen will.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-31681470517124144162011-01-01T00:57:00.000-08:002011-01-01T01:46:14.010-08:00Three A.M. Resolutions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi99Q_c8Npw7h3AVpzH3BayKQIOea561jFzZex_bPpIfEydhobfehJBPF5G9PMOdUyjWkoASLoqsYlUtRsPnpuEF1h17jbT2Un3exdBzwZG7MeGR3p_QfbaBIRw-QGxjBdaUEosvse43aDj/s1600/newyear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi99Q_c8Npw7h3AVpzH3BayKQIOea561jFzZex_bPpIfEydhobfehJBPF5G9PMOdUyjWkoASLoqsYlUtRsPnpuEF1h17jbT2Un3exdBzwZG7MeGR3p_QfbaBIRw-QGxjBdaUEosvse43aDj/s400/newyear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557139101954439522" /></a><br />Happy 2011, all! I am still up on New Year's Day and already breaking would-be resolutions as I sample a couple of the delicious but unhealthy hors d'oeuvres left over from my party and shirk the responsibility of cleaning up and opting, rather, to blog. I was and remain unsure of whether to share a short list of resolutions on the blog because 1) really, who cares other than me and 2) is this really how I wish to start my 2011 blogging—oversharing while overtired?<br /><br />However, I become most inspired when reading others' New Year's resolutions—even if the resolution is awful or not applicable, it will, more often than not, remind me of something that would be relevant to me and lead me to a new idea. So here's to sharing ideas if for no better reason than inspiring even more impressive ones in the minds of others. Here's only a snapshot of my very long list of resolutions (in absolutely no discernible order):<br />—I already signed up for a 10k race in June, I know that I could get through it now by walking (possibly crawling at the end) but I resolve to train so I can <span style="font-style:italic;">perform</span> at the race, not just survive it. <br />—To be more thoughtful of friends and family: go play bridge with my grandpa, write letters to my West coasters, beat deadlines at work to make my colleague's jobs easier, find more ways to show my parents and brother I appreciate them<br />—To pursue graphic design with more intention and focus this year<br />—Finally finish the One-Year Bible (I'm still stuck in May)<br />—To read 40 books this year<br />—Go to the library more<br />—Take vitamins every night before I go to bed<br />—Put more money away in savings, set and adhere to stricter budgets, and tithe faithfully<br />—Buy one book of stamps every two months and send enough mail so I have to repeat this six times this year<br />—Make do with less; do a spring clean very early to start the year fresh<br />—Find and pursue at least one type of volunteerism/charity<br />—I have a really great guy in my life for the first time so I would like to learn what I can do to make him happy, support him, and be the kind of woman he is proud to have by his side<br />—Practice things I'm only so-so at: piano, tango, salsa, baking bread, photography, etc.<br />—Travel more this year<br />—Try 11 new things in 2011 and do much more exploring in general<br />—Consider leading or joining a Bible study again<br />—Become more articulate and stop speaking in hyperbole as often as I do<br />—Make my incentives at work and put earnings directly into savings<br />—Practice Spanish much more this year<br />—Spend less time in front of screens (TV and computer)<br />—Make my blog more dynamic, beneficial for others, inspirational, and with more original photography<br /><br />There are many more but for now, these will have to do. Have a wonderful beginning of 2011 and make this your best year ever.<br /><br />My all-time favorite rendition of Auld Lang Syne (skip the video, I just posted so you can hear the song):<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PK-E1f-YKBA?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PK-E1f-YKBA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-76754888978963185812010-12-24T12:10:00.000-08:002010-12-24T14:06:22.060-08:00Wishing You a Charlie Brown ChristmasHarry recently reminded me of an old Christmas standby and the tree that still makes me tear up.<br /><br />"All it needed was a little love."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQheTrVWuY6FNTjhOb-HVh9gt9ZjmiX6k1Q4GMK0iuHUQNfU2TqPexc60Rb5AEWORq7nFUDT_7z67LIJekLXZJCas4tfoBt3-c0-o6uSUO5wic0a5iDAQrqFpud7PkNRwJUy2fQYOxbYMa/s1600/charlie-brown-christmas-tree.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQheTrVWuY6FNTjhOb-HVh9gt9ZjmiX6k1Q4GMK0iuHUQNfU2TqPexc60Rb5AEWORq7nFUDT_7z67LIJekLXZJCas4tfoBt3-c0-o6uSUO5wic0a5iDAQrqFpud7PkNRwJUy2fQYOxbYMa/s400/charlie-brown-christmas-tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554344709894040626" /></a><br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKk9rv2hUfA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />The Gospel according to Luke:8-14 (from the KJV):<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"'8And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. 9And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. 10And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. 11For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, which is Christ the Lord. 12And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger. 13And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, 14Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace and goodwill towards men.'"</span><br />"......That's what Christmas is all about, Charlie Brown."<br /><br />Sending love and assurance of what Christmas is really all about.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-73275188161051318912010-12-16T11:45:00.000-08:002010-12-16T11:58:37.702-08:00Money Can't Buy EverythingAs we're looking into implementing incentives at work for excellent performance objectives I began to wonder if they would actually help me do my job better. I mean, I already have a great job and more money than I need so why should I be paid even more for doing my job extra well? I wondered, would I actually be able to ramp up my performance with the promise of a few extra hundreds on the line? What I learned from this video is that I'm looking at the whole thing wrong; I must measure my motivation by more than dollars and cents. This, I suspected but wasn't able to pinpoint the true three motivators until I saw this brilliant little short film. Hope you enjoy!<br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6XAPnuFjJc?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u6XAPnuFjJc?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object>Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-7758346104931164202010-12-07T05:56:00.000-08:002010-12-07T06:01:58.449-08:00Christmas Alternative<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaiMR5Svx_d0quPRaiaG1b3cISBDke_nJrnJBfrhGrmSNmIGnqVdGSxMvCk3Y07mJfyZVUKYcMTDaNUlKLtdMBvvaPjWF1U4cP5wpk6Cbi94bSFDVqGVy8cM3flz36TyDMCyMHNxRe-wr/s1600/christmasrocks.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpaiMR5Svx_d0quPRaiaG1b3cISBDke_nJrnJBfrhGrmSNmIGnqVdGSxMvCk3Y07mJfyZVUKYcMTDaNUlKLtdMBvvaPjWF1U4cP5wpk6Cbi94bSFDVqGVy8cM3flz36TyDMCyMHNxRe-wr/s400/christmasrocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547938965204157586" /></a><br /><br />I stumbled upon this fantastic collection of indie/alternative Christmas music on <a href="http://www.indierockcafe.com/music/christmas-indie-songs/christmas-alt-indie-songs.html">Indie Rock Cafe</a>. Some of it's awful, some so bad it's good and some is amazing:<br /><em>The Friendly Beasts</em>—Sufjan Stevens<br /><em>Holiday</em>—The Hopefuls<br /><em>Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas</em>—Daphne Loves Derby<br /><em>The 12 Days of Christmas</em>—Belle & Sebastian<br /><br />One I haven't seen on the list but I think qualifies is Vampire Weekend's <em>Holiday</em> too. <br />There's a player on the Web site you can use so you don't have to deal with a separate Windows Media Player opening up in a separate window. <br />Enjoy!Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-63082532858304713382010-11-25T21:29:00.000-08:002010-11-25T21:56:05.193-08:00Thankful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBewkZok6diIOvDFPG8SO4KUkyNVCZ5LTecjPunwkmfaamklqaGPsYGCBi29JxGzbrhvVnX1c_P3YzlFYWfMPjCfsKBYs4bUet1_c34b06n1lzXf8mGNlWJxeehVUxxQcF4pgQBfoqYfNh/s1600/85581916.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBewkZok6diIOvDFPG8SO4KUkyNVCZ5LTecjPunwkmfaamklqaGPsYGCBi29JxGzbrhvVnX1c_P3YzlFYWfMPjCfsKBYs4bUet1_c34b06n1lzXf8mGNlWJxeehVUxxQcF4pgQBfoqYfNh/s400/85581916.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543731938671433186" /></a><br />This is the first Thanksgiving I've had with my family in two years and though absence makes the heart grow fonder, I found that this year I was even more aware of how much I have to be thankful for. I am thankful for:<br />1) My parents laughing together, just the two of them<br />2) The fabulous cinnamon cucumber pickles it took the neighbor two whole days to make and seconds to enjoy (she's in her eighties too--we bought six jars from her this year and she nearly burst with pride)<br />3) The fact that the English language is ever increasingly accepting of the sentence that ends in a preposition "I have a lot to be thankful for."<br />4) Spontaneous home manicures with my little cousins<br />5) That cars provide a tropical microclimate against the single-digit temps outside as we go over the hills and through the woods<br />6) Not finding any spiders bigger than a dime in my room all year long<br />7) Family members who zone out the conversation because the pie is so good<br />8) Overhearing my aunt trying to make a legitimate case for "team Edward" to another adult<br />9) Memories of last year's urban family thanksgiving in Cali where the mixed group of bohemians shared tofurky, gluten-free rolls, and home-brewed beer<br />10) Family and friends who love me better than I deserve, mean more to me than they can possibly know, and the great God who supplies themMeg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9129765661871738658.post-70433432325934392962010-11-22T10:35:00.001-08:002010-11-22T10:37:24.251-08:00Song Steps<object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2lXh2n0aPyw?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object><br />Amazing, I wish I could think of something like this to inspire and motivate people to do change one behavior for the better...just give me time.Meg Schudelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02357931059857229697noreply@blogger.com0