I've wanted to do this ever since I took this shot last summer. Thanks to Picasa, I finally can. I know it's not very professional software, but the good one I got last summer is still a mystery. This one is uber user-friendly, and if I'm just messing around, it'll do. If I decide I want to show or sell prints...then I'll have to upgrade.
For now, I am happy. And I'm looking forward to another photo shoot or two this summer.
I just watched Hope Floats, the second movie in my I-really-need-to-vegetate night. Now that we have more than three channels, there are so many quality programs on TV! Like movies in the middle of the week. I enjoyed many of the lines in this movie, including:
"I went home and told my mama you had a seizure in my mouth." (referring to her first french-kissing experience)
"Dancing's just a conversation between two people. Talk to me." (the conversation in our living room then went, Girl 1: Only Harry Connick Jr. could say that line without it being incredibly cheezy. Boy: Without it being cheezy? That's all I heard. Cheez, cheez, cheez. Girl 2: Yeah, but it was sexy, sexy cheez...sigh.) "Better do what she says, Travis. Grandma stuffs little dogs."
Bernice: At home we had a pet skunk. Mama used to call it Justin Matisse. Do you think that's just a coincidence? All day long she would scream, "You stink Justin Matisse!" Then one day she just…
It's Sunday night and I am multi-tasking. Paid some bills, catching up on free musical downloads from the past month, thinking about the mix-tape I need to make and planning my last assignment for writing class.
Shortly, I will abandon the laptop to write my first draft by hand. But until then, I am thinking about music.
This song played for me earlier this afternoon, as I attempted to nap. I woke up somewhere between 5 and 5:30 this morning, then lay in bed until 8 o'clock flipping sides and thinking about every part of my life that exists. It wasn't stressful, but it wasn't quite restful either...This past month, I have spent a lot of time rebuffing lies and refusing to believe that the inside of my heart and mind can never change. I feel like Florence + The Machine's song "Shake it Out" captures many of these feelings & thoughts.
(addendum: is the line "I like to keep my issues strong or drawn?" Lyrics sites have it as "strong," …
Simone Weil time again! One of the essays in Waiting for God is entitled "Forms of the Implicit Love of God." Her main argument is that before a soul has "direct contact" with God, there are three types of love that are implicitly the love of God, though they seem to have a different explicit object. That is, in loving X, you are really loving Y. (in this case, Y = God). As for the X of the equation, she lists:
Love of neighbor Love of the beauty of the world Love of religious practices and a special sidebar to Friendship “Each has the virtue of a sacrament,” she writes. Each of these loves is something to be respected, honoured, and understood both symbolically and concretely. On each page of this essay, I found myself underlining profound, challenging, and thought-provoking words. There's so much to consider that I've gone back several times, mulling it over and wondering how my life would look if I truly believed even half of these things...