it's a flo! :)

friend of the day: kathleen davenport, more affectionately known as flo.


He is Yahweh, Sacred Dance, April 2004


Flo & Andy's Wedding, June 26, 2004

ever since sophomore year of college when flo & i lived across the street from one another and used to walk home from insync rehearsals together, i've considered her one of my dearest friends. most of our friendship centered around one word: coffee. spoken repeatedly and with varying inflections, it looks more like this: coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffee....

we usually just got chai. grande. with a shot of white chocolate. when one of us felt the urge, the other couldn't resist. and you'd think when we moved in together junior year and stopped walking past the coffee bar at rehearsals, we'd drink less of it. but no, we frequently attacked one another on our beds or desks for a late night cool beans run.

i love sharing conversations about dance or europe with flo, or dance with her for that matter! and was honored to help plan her wedding and pick out those gorgeous dresses! she doesn't know it, but i'm signed up to receive emails about bargain flights to florida in the hopes that some remarkable low price will come up and i'll just have to splurge and fly to tampa. the only time i cried out of the whole graduating college experience was when i hugged and said goodbye to flo. because i knew i'd miss her dearly and don't know when i'll see her next. goal of the week: call my dear friend flo.

czech me out

so it's official. july. me. poetry. prague.

anyone know how to speak czech? ;)

http://www.wmich.edu/studyabroad/prague

Poem, by Frank O'Hara

Light clarity avocado salad in the morning
after all the terrible things I do how amazing it is
to find forgiveness and love, not even forgiveness
since what is done is done and forgiveness isn't love
and love is love nothing can ever go wrong
though things can get irritating boring and dispensable
(in the imagination) but not really for love
though a block away you feel distant the mere presence
changes everything like a chemical dropped on a paper
and all thoughts disappear in a strange quiet excitement
I am sure of nothing but this, intensified by breathing

You Belong in 1973

1973 If you scored... 1950 - 1959: You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in! 1960 - 1969: You are a free spirit with a huge heart. Love, peace, and happiness rule - oh, and drugs too. 1970 - 1979: Bold and brash, you take life by the horns. Whether you're partying or protesting, you give it your all! 1980 - 1989: Wild, over the top, and just a little bit cheesy. You're colorful at night - and successful during the day. 1990 - 1999: With you anything goes! You're grunge one day, ghetto fabulous the next. It's all good!

What Year Do You Belong In?

friend of the day: A.J.

i've decided to start a new thing. once a week (or, whenever i feel like it) i'm going to put up a picture of me with a friend (cause who doesn't love pictures?). the friend who wins the honor of being posted must be a friend whom i miss.

the chosen one for this first friend post?...

andrew of j

the triceratops ride @ animal kingdom, florida

karen and i were talking earlier this week about how much we miss wednesday night coffee at the kletz with morrison and aj. (and he hates when he call him aj, in that endearing sort of fake hatred). and about how funny it is that we call them our best friends from college, talk about how inseparable the 4 of us were. it's all a lie, really. we didn't meet til jr year (aj's sophomore). and wednesday night coffee was really the only time the 4 of us were all together. but they remain some of the best memories from hope. and certainly, our road trip to gainesville, florida and at disney world was the greatest vacation of our lives.

how could i not love and miss a kid who calls me "katherine of b"? odd that i don't call him "andrew of m" for his last name, meyers. but rather, "andrew of j" for his middle name, joshua. at any rate. love to andrew of j still living on the other side of the lake. miss you friend! :)

according to msn.com

the average american woman has kissed 79 men before she marries.

who ARE these people?!?! seriously...

What Broadway Musical Are You?

You scored as The Lion King. You are the Lion King! Your instinct tells you to run away from your problems, but in the end you know you must confront them. You miss someone terribly, but you need to realize that he is always there inside of you. You are a born leader. The Lion King 80% Hairspray 80% The Producers 70% Wicked 70% Beauty and the Beast 65% The Phantom of the Opera 55% Rent 50% Avenue Q 35% What current Broadway musical are you?? created with QuizFarm.com

so i had a really strange epiphany in class today. we were talking about native american "poetry" and debating the accuracy of the translations since it was originally oral and pictoral instead of written and yada yada... and our professor was making reference to Genesis and the Gospels. and she asked if anyone was familiar with the jewish or christian texts, and if anyone had read any of the gospels. and only a few said they "kinda" were. and she proceded to talk about the parables, all the while explaining them as if the students had never heard of a parable and knew nothing about the Gospels.

that has NEVER happened to me before. after 12 years of catholic school and then another 4 at a christian college... i mean, i know i encountered people of other religions. but they all had to take religion classes. even the people in my classes who were jewish or muslim or atheist or whatever had knowledge of biblical texts because they had studied them in some context or another. the idea of being in a classroom where drawing a parallel to the bible, or to cs lewis, or to any bit of christianity might be beyond most people's understanding... just sorta rocked my world a bit. not quite sure what to do with that yet.

on a totally different note, a quote from Emerson's 'Cherokee Letter' written to President Martin Van Buren: "However feeble the sufferer and however great the oppressor, it is in the nature of things that the blow should recoil upon the aggressor. For God is in the sentiment, and it cannot be withstood." And that's my political thought to chew on.

on a much brighter note. karen and i determined today that i am on the right ladder.

and now it is time to answer the call of my growling stomach. yes, dinner at 11pm. as usual.

Cannonball

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth
Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt
Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost your witness
Still a little BIT of your face I haven't kissed
You step a little closer EACH DAY
Still I can't SAY what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear
Still a little bit of your words I long to hear
You step a little closer TO ME
So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to lie
Life taught me to die
So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannon

Stones taught me to fly
Love taught me to cry
So come on courage!
Teach me to be shy
'Cause it's not hard to fall
And I don't WANNA scare her
It's not hard to fall
And I don't wanna lose
It's not hard to grow
When you know that you just don't know

-Damien Rice-

are my standards too high?

on the one hand... i think about how impossible it seems to ever meet someone new. even new male friends, let alone date-worthy ones.

but on the other hand... any time someone suggests the idea of setting me up with someone or introducing me to someone, i find myself not at all interested even in the slightest bit.

are my standards too high? am i not being open-minded enough?

maybe there's just too much pressure in being "set up". the expectations are too high on one end or the other, and then someone isn't interested and feels bad about it. or you feel like you can't be yourself because it's date-like from the get go.

or maybe it's because i'm not just looking for a "nice guy"... sure i want someone to share my life with, someone to be there at the end of the day, someone to count on and come home to. but i'd rather make do with my friends and family that have someone who is nothing more than a "nice guy". i'd rather take me chances, be a little patient, and hope there's someone out there who really connects with me. hold out for the right guy.

i couldn't resist...

You scored as Baby One More Time. People see you as innocent, but you need what you need no matter who you have to go it from. Baby One More Time 100% Overprotected 83% Lucky 75% Sometimes 67% I'm a Slave 4 U 67% My Prerogative 42% Stronger 42% Outrageous 33% Oops, I did it again 17% Which of Britney's greatest hits are you? created with QuizFarm.com

Behind These Hazel Eyes

Seems like just yesterday
You were a part of me
I used to stand so tall
I used to be so strong
Your arms around me tight
Everything it felt so right
Unbreakable like nothing could go wrong

Now I can’t breathe
No I can’t sleep
I’m barely hanging on

Here I am
Once again
I’m torn into pieces
Can’t deny it
Can’t pretend
Just thought you were the one
Broken up deep inside
But you won’t get to see the tears I cry
Behind these hazel eyes

I told you everything
Opened up and let you in
You made me feel alright for once in my life
Now all that’s left of me
Is what I pretend to be
So together but so broken up inside

Cause I can’t breathe
No I can’t sleep
I’m barely hanging on

Swallow me then spit me out
For hating you, I blame myself
Just seeing you it kills me now
No I don’t cry
On the outside anymore

-Kelly Clarkson-