tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86849985509810316572024-03-13T14:29:14.628-05:00Lindsey in LawrenceLindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-30871706603717580732008-05-03T01:11:00.002-05:002008-05-03T01:13:21.163-05:00We've Moved!A change in life calls for a change in blog...<br /><br />You can find me now residing in cyberspace at<br /><br /><a href="http://letitbelindsey.blogspot.com">Let It Be Lindsey</a><br /><br />If you're feeling nostalgic, check out <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/best-of-lindsey-in-lawrence.html">"Best of Lindsey In Lawrence"</a>. Otherwise, update your blogrolls/readers and I'll see you there!Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-26366805512231556322008-04-29T19:21:00.006-05:002008-04-29T20:19:18.909-05:00Leaping Off the Boundary<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">"...We are challenged to Realize our participation in Be-ing in the Widest, Wildest Sense. This happens when we confront and transform the specific circumstances in which we find ourSelves" - Mary Daly</span><br /><br />First of all let me start by saying this is not another April Fool's joke. I promise I'm not crying wolf; that will have to wait for another 11 months. ;-)<br /><br />Our story starts back on the morning of February 8, 2008. I woke up that morning horribly dissatisfied with where I was and the direction things were heading. Partially in a desperate attempt to save a quickly sinking long distance relationship and partially to try and find a graduate program where I could focus on the things I wanted to focus on, I called up the graduate director at Missouri State University in Springfield.<br /><br />One week later, I found myself (sans the relationship) in Springfield in the office of Dr. Mark Given. I left my meeting with him absolutely elated about the prospect of joining the program. The classes they offer and the faculty's area of expertise were right up my alley, not to mention how surprised I was when the director of the whole Religious Studies program actually knew my name and that I was currently at KU!<br /><br />I found out over the next few weeks that not only was I accepted to the Religious Studies program, but I had also won a competitive, full-ride graduate assistantship. I sat on all this for a few weeks, revealing a little bit of my secret here and there before finally telling my parents in March.<br /><br />My lease here in Lawrence is up at the end of May, so June will find me moving to Springfield to share an apartment with my old/new roomie Veronica! And just in case you were worried that the Pier 1 pirate adventures on my blog might be coming to an end, you can relax...I'll be transferring to the one in Springfield.<br /><br />August will find me beginning my job as a GA at MSU, working with Martha Finch and her two Religion in America sections. Words can't even describe how excited I am to start!<br /><br />I don't regret my time here at KU, as I've made some great friends, met some interesting characters and learned plenty of lessons. Moving back to Springfield will be an interesting experience in and of itself, but I look forward to reconnecting with old friends and making plenty of new ones. I feel really good about everything going on in my life right now, and I'm very excited to see where this new adventure takes me.<br /><br />Since "Lindsey in Lawrence" won't really be applicable any more, I'm switching to a new blog. If you'd like to follow along with my new journey you can join me shortly at-<br /><br /><a href="http://letitbelindsey.blogspot.com/">http://letitbelindsey.blogspot.com </a><br /><br />Thank you to everyone who has supported me in this endeavor, especially all my girlfriends...I am so grateful and thankful for you all!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">"So if you care to find me, look to the western sky!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> As someone told me lately: "Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> And if I'm flying solo, at least I'm flying free.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> To those who'd ground me, take a message back from me:</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"> Tell them how I am defying gravity! " -Wicked</span>Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-78637251531628754602008-04-28T23:32:00.001-05:002008-04-28T23:34:36.422-05:00Fourth of JulyWhen in the course of scholastic events it becomes necessary for one person to dissolve the academic bands which have connected them with an educational institution and to assume among the powers of the earth, the enrollment in a separate and equal program to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation…<br /><br />We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all students are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of a full ride. Whenever any Form of Educational Institution becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to leave or to transfer from it, and to attend new a Educational Institution.<br /><br />The history of the present Religious Studies Department of The University of Kansas is a history of repeated ignorance and with-holdance of funds, all having in direct object the establishment of absolute academic misery over this student. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.<br /><br />They have refused to learn the name of this particular student, forcing Lindsey to introduce herself to her advisor on at least three separate occasions.<br /><br />They have refused to offer any substantial financial aid, failing to acknowledge the ability of Lindsey to be a successful GTA. <br /><br />They have neglected to offer the sorts of classes that will allow Lindsey to receive the education she feels will fully prepare her for her desired career.<br /><br />They have attracted and retained a group of graduate students lacking in diversity of belief, worldview and opinions.<br /><br />They have established their Educational Institution in a town full of dread-locked hippies that reek of patchouli. Ew..just kidding! I love hippies!<br /><br />In every stage of these Oppressions Lindsey has Petitioned for acknowledgment and applied for GTA positions in the most humble terms: Her repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. An Educational Institution, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define it as not worth Lindsey’s time, is unfit to be the school she attends.<br /><br />I, Lindsey, therefore solemnly publish and declare, that I will no longer be attending the University of Kansas. Instead, next semester will find me holding a full-ride Graduate Assistant position at Missouri State University in Springfield, Missouri. <br /><br />And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, I pledge to do my best to better my Life, Fortune and sacred Honor.Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-56195656083402267812008-04-27T23:05:00.002-05:002008-04-27T23:57:55.985-05:00Best of Lindsey in LawrenceCan you believe it? It's been almost a full year since I started this blog!<br />(It totally seems like it's been a whole lot longer!)<br /><br />In honor of Lindsey in Lawrence's one year anniversary on Wednesday, I thought I'd do a "Best of" post. If there's something I neglect to put on the list but you, faithful reader, think should be on here, let me know.<br /><br />Let's start at the very beginning...<br /><br />It began with my <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/search/label/spiritual%20autobiography">"Spiritual Autobiography" project for my senior sem</a>- my spiritual life set to Beatles music. From there we went <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/05/stream-of-conciousness-at-dentist.html">mindfully to the dentist</a>, and had some <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/06/photo-blog-what-i-did-on-my-day-off.html">adventures in vegetarian cooking.</a><br /><br />After a <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/05/snack-time-on-mass-street.html">Holly-Go-Lightly moment on Mass. Street</a>, I got <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/06/moment-of-zen-brought-to-you-by-pier-1.html">materialistic at Pier 1</a> and survived my first <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-in-life.html">sweltering day of graduate school</a>.<br /><br />We discussed <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/09/side-tracking-101.html">Furries and Durkheim</a>, I <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/10/lindsey-gets-second-life.html">ventured into Second Life </a>and got <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html">a little furry of my very own</a>.<br /><br />February proved a busy month- <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/02/hate-mail-to-peta.html">Hate mail to PETA</a>, <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-i-believe.html">a public announcement of my distrust of robots</a> and a <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/02/throw-me-some-beads.html">fishy Fat Tuesday celebration</a>. Then <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/02/infinite-regress.html">I got dumped</a> and <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/02/start-where-you-are.html">learned my lesson the hard way</a>...but in the end I think it was all worth it.<br /><br />A rash of photo-blogs ensued- <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-blog-o-rama.html">Leia and I got our model on</a>, <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-blog-o-rama-pt-2-sushi-train-of.html">I broke my Lenten sushi fast,</a> <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-blogthis-i-believe-hair.html">got a good laugh out of past hairstyles</a> and <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-blog-type-of-day-you-journal.html">Kat and I had the type of day you journal about</a>.<br /><br />The mysterious entrance of the character known simply as "Shawn" brought with it plenty of fun "Operations" including, but not limited to- <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-blog-operation-bald-eagle.html">me pretending I know how to shave heads</a>, <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-blog-operation-puppetstravaganza.html">late night puppetstravaganzas</a> and a Saturday that came <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-blog-operation-9th-saturday.html">damn near close to perfect.</a><br /><br />I finished out the year with <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-favorite-day-of-year.html">a brilliant April Fool's joke</a>, <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/experiment-in-live-blogging-women-and.html">an experiment in live-blogging</a>, <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-sleep-perchance-to-dream.html">some crazy dreams</a>, and <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-future.html">an even crazier trip to Springfield</a>...<br /><br />All in all it's been a pretty good year. Not everything went the way I planned, but that's life and I'm learning to love it. Thank you to all of you who stood by me, who laughed and cried with me, those of you who made guest appearances (and consequently became regulars) and all you who read those crazy long entries. You all are so wonderful! <br /><br />This next year will bring some big changes and I'm very excited so please stay tuned!Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-8735583680374329132008-04-26T01:33:00.000-05:002008-04-26T01:33:54.202-05:00What A Man, What A Man, What A Mighty Good Man...I wore high heels and pearls to my Theories and Methods class Thursday night.<br />I was going out to see Shawn's improv show afterwards (which, by the way, was really fun!), so it only made sense.<br /><br />But oh the irony- I wore high heels and pearls to class on the night that the subject was religion and gender roles. How perfect.<br /><br />That night we were discussing a section from Howard Eilberg-Schwartz's book <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=aL1WaAVt9MsC&dq=Howard+Eilberg+Schwartz&hl=en&prev=http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&safe=off&q=howard+eilberg-schwartz&btnG=Search&sa=X&oi=print&ct=result&cd=1&cad=author-navigational">"God's Phallus and Other Problems for Men and Monotheism".</a> Now I've spent a fair amount of time in Women's Studies classes, but I'd never really been exposed to the area of "Men's Studies", so this was fascinating for me.<br /><br />Eilberg-Schwartz talks about the idea of a masculine monotheistic God as problematic for men in Judeo-Christian culture, because God becomes this sort of "ideal beauty image" that men must live up to, but can never quite achieve. Freud would see it as a "projection of the ideal" upwards, whereas feminists would call it "a reflection of the problematic real".<br /><br />There is also the problem of homo-eroticism that comes from the marriage analogy used by the scriptures. If men are to be married to God they must become homosexual (which is not acceptable in a patriarchal context where being masculine means procreating) or they must become feminized to avoid the homo-eroticism. He also talks about how God must be veiled in order to solve this problem; unlike other religions (Hinduism, Greek and Roman gods) we never see God's genitalia.<br /><br />Also, we see Jesus portraying more feminine traits- loving, nurturing, healing, but (to paraphrase Eilberg-Schwartz) in the end he's still a man, a dragon slayer who must go it alone.<br /><br />Hmm...It's really just too hard for many to conceptualize a completely spiritualized God with no physical or at the very least anthropopathic/anthropomorphic existence. Did God create man in God's own image, or did man create God in his?<br /><br />I'm currently and slowly gliding into a research paper on the radical feminist philosopher <a href="http://www.marydaly.net/">Mary Daly</a> so it was interesting to discuss the other gender's side of the story. So often I think we ignore the fact that men are victims of the patriarchal society in some ways too. That's not to say they don't profit from it more than women, but that profiting comes at a price.<br /><br />It's too late to really dig in to this stuff and you, my faithful reader, probably don't care all that much...but I'd love to hear any thoughts you do have.Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-52490603821263863362008-04-22T23:46:00.005-05:002008-04-27T23:02:52.159-05:00I'm going to blame it on the full moon...Dear Everyone,<br /><br />I know you're having a rough week, we all are.<br /><br />I got a parking ticket and dropped a shelf on my head yesterday. The weather was icky, stormy, and humid. Relationships are complicated. Neither of us slept well. (Insert your own complaint here) Whine whine whine whine.<br /><br />Are you done? Good, because I'm tired of it.<br /><br />Life is good, you're still breathing. Do something nice for yourself. Take a bath, take a walk, take some Valium. Hell, eat a tube of orange rolls like I did.<br /><br />We're going to make it through this, just please stop taking it out on me.<br /><br />Hugs and kisses,<br />LindseyLindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-79295998306358267432008-04-21T01:19:00.004-05:002008-04-21T01:36:16.463-05:00Reaction TimeI used to feel a lot of anxiety about situations that seemed beyond my control. It was overwhelming. Recently, however, through the process of growing up and learning to relax, I've learned just how in control I really am.<br /><br />Maybe I can't control what is going to happen to me when I step outside my door (especially when it involves other people) but there is one thing I can control- my reaction. It's been this strange liberating revelation for me- realizing that it's not what happens to me that matters, but how I react to it.<br /><br />I can relax because I know I react well, with grace and class, to most situations. In the event of one where I won't react so well, I make sure that I communicate with the people around me if the situation can't be avoided.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">This blog is a reaction to my life. </span><br />It's my choice to publicly react to the experiences of my life, both positive and negative.<br />Because it is so public, I'm also allowing you (my faithful reader/person who googled "Durkheim" or "strippers in Lawrence") to react to my experiences as well.<br /><br />I value your reactions. I respect your reactions.<br />All I ask from you is that you do the same.<br />Thanks. =)Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-36667550134176259842008-04-20T02:03:00.000-05:002008-04-20T02:03:54.897-05:00Photo Blog: Operation: The 9th SaturdayDo you remember the thrill of the field trip? A chance to get out of school for half a day (or a whole day if you were really lucky) and go do something "educational". Today Kat, Drew, Shawn and myself re-imagined the field trip.<br /><br />The best field trips we took in middle school were through SEEK (the gifted program). More specifically, some of the best field trips were to the Coterie theater at Crown Center in Kansas City. We'd have lunch at the food court, waste some money at the candy shop and drool over the fudge. Then we'd see the play and once it was all said and done, hop back on the big yellow bus and head back to Westridge.<br /><br />I have fond/strange memories of the Coterie. "The Lord of the Flies" clearly sticks out in my memory, as well as one sort of Native American style story about Coyote. But does anyone else remember the play about the three characters who want to kill themselves? It was some sort of strange fairy tale type thing. All I can remember is "No shoes! No shoes! I refuse to wear shoes!" Oh who knows...I might have made it up.<br /><br />Anyway, back to today... After Shawn and I marveled over the changes at the CC food court (What no Maggie Moo's?) and reminded ourselves why we're glad we're not teenagers any more, we met up with Kat and Drew and grabbed lunch at D'Bronx.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3641.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Mmmm...pizza.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3643.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3643.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Hey you two...break it up!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After lunch, we headed to the main attraction- "Sideways Stories from Wayside School" at the Coterie! I loved these books back in the day, so needless to say, I was very excited!<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3642-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3642-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Free book with every ticket purchase! Yay!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3645.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3645.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Two very excited theater go-ers. I think we were the oldest people there who weren't escorting children. Shawn had the brilliant idea to try and steal a child, but we talked him out of it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3647.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Field%20Trip/DSCF3647.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The show was fun- a cute set, a crazy cast of characters and (minus the little girl next to us who screamed her head off as soon as Mrs. Gorp entered) a good time was had by all. All and all a very successful twenty-something field trip.<br /><br />After we left Kat and Drew, Shawn and I adventured into the city, hitting up Westport to do a little vintage shopping. That quickly evolved into a basement full of scary fish, me petting a huge rat and compliments on our sunglasses at Starbucks.<br /><br />The Saturday only got better as Shawn and I went our separate ways only to re-convene later over poppyseed chicken/tofu casserole and Rock of Love 2. Shawn worked on something I'm very excited to share with you all...in due time.<br /><br />A very good 9th Saturday. Thanks to everyone involved!<br />Oh and Shawn, I'll take one for the universe any time. :-)Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-12130800531098445492008-04-18T11:11:00.003-05:002008-04-18T11:36:14.031-05:00To sleep: perchance to dream...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/JungMandala.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/JungMandala.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Ay, there's the rub.<br /><br />We studied Carl Jung last night in my Theories and Method's seminar. Interesting stuff really...the archetypes, collective unconscious and the idea that we create the Deity archetype and religion as a way to keep us from actually having religious experiences... Anyway.<br /><br />Maybe it was Jung, maybe it was that yummy brown sugar cinnamon tortilla thing I made right before bed, but I had crazy dreams last night.<br /><br />The craziest of them all was the one that I had to wake myself up from, because I didn't feel like dying in my dream.<br /><br />I dreamed I had traveled to L.A. to try and get back together with my ex who lives out there. I spent the first half of the dream flirting with him and things seemed to be going along well, until his female roommates got home. (Ryan you're going to love this) Turns out he was in a relationship with his three female roommates, and they hated me. I started screaming and crying as the girls knocked me around and threw my stuff out of the apartment. I yelled to Ryan that I was leaving L.A. on the next flight out and never coming back, but he calmly reminded me we had tickets to a dinner theater, and I should stick around. <br /><br />At the theater I started getting that creepy "you shouldn't be here" intuition feeling. And sure enough, not 5 minutes into the meal...here come the mutants. Everyone panics and starts running for the doors (which of course are locked) as these crazy lizard things start slaughtering people left and right. I was running along the balcony of the theater, avoiding the mutants when I noticed there were people with video cameras.<br /><br />As it turns out, they were filming a horror movie but it was real life horror, and people were really dying. I thought to myself "I've got to get out of here, this is just not right!" as the back of the theater burst into flames. Out of the flames flew this skeleton creature with a pumpkin on his head, on fire himself and laughing maniacally.<br /><br />That's when I realized- "I'm dreaming, and there is no way in hell I'm letting Jack from the Nightmare Before Christmas be the reason I die."<br />----<br /><br />Ugh. A night full of dreams always leaves me more exhausted than when I laid down.<br />Maybe I'll interpret this later...Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-10836474209206774512008-04-17T15:17:00.003-05:002008-04-17T15:23:23.566-05:00This video changed my afternoon. I was in an absolutely horrible, isolated mood (thank you nasty weather and school stress) until I listened to this woman's experience of having a stroke and finding nirvana.<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyyjU8fzEYU&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UyyjU8fzEYU&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />If you have time, you should check it out. It's just under 20 minutes, but so much more enlightening than that re-run of Rock of Love 2. <br /><br />I hope you're having a great day.Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-49453129711691742982008-04-16T09:57:00.007-05:002008-04-16T11:46:46.630-05:00Back to the FutureSo we're going to time travel a little bit here at Lindsey in Lawrence, because I just now got the pictures from this weekend uploaded. (No worries because we were all pre-determined to go back in time and we won't mess up the future!) Anyway...<br /><br />This weekend found me in Springfield, Missouri to take care of a few things with Momma Arnold and see some old friends. I left early Saturday morning, and I love driving at that time of day...watching the sun rise, listening to NPR, no one really on the road...it's soothing.<br /><br />Veronica, Momma A and myself spent the afternoon being fairly productive and hopefully soon we'll see that our efforts paid off. :-) After a quick nap at the Hampton Inn and dinner at my favorite restaurant in Springfield (Mmm Nonna's!) we walked around the corner to the Springfield Little Theater to see the Springfield Ballet perform.<br /><br />I'd never been there before, but the theater was gorgeous. We ran into the Walter family there, and it was really great to see them. Unfortunately they don't allow dogs in the theater so I didn't get to see Jack, Truman or Rodrigo. The ballet itself was an interesting experience- 3 contemporary pieces and Swan Lake Act II. One of the contemporary pieces, <span style="font-style: italic;">Anti-Congruence</span><strong><em>,</em></strong> was my favorite. I would describe it but I don't think words can really do ballet justice.<br /><br />I'd also never seen anything from Swan Lake before, and I was blown away by the pas de deux of Sigfried (the prince) and Odette (the swan). Who knew there was such talent in Springfield? Okay I'll admit it, watching Act II really just made me want a cute prince with long hair and tights to fall madly in love with me and spin me around like a ballerina in a music box.<br /><br />After the ballet, Momma A and I grabbed Kassie and headed to Ernie Bigg's piano bar. Dueling pianos and a cute drummer had the place rockin'. There's nothing quite like singing 70s music at the top of your lungs with your mom. Observe-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/SpringfieldApril08007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/SpringfieldApril08007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>There's also nothing quite like watching your mom finish her beer before you or Kassie...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/MommaA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/MommaA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>On Sunday we headed back to Kansas to party with the church family at the Smith's as Kristie was going in for major surgery the next morning. The surgery went well and her cancer didn't spread to the lymph nodes, so everyone is very relieved. The get-together on Sunday made me really appreciate the good energy friends and family and laughter bring.<br /><br />All in all a really good weekend.<br /><br />But before I let you go, a "Blind Item"! The online tabloids post these all the time, a piece of juicy gossip that involves a mystery celeb. While my blind item doesn't involve juicy gossip or a celebrity, it does have a picture!<br /><br />Blind Item: Which blogger on my blog roll recently played the supporting role of the evil wizard Von Rothbart in Springfield Ballet's production of Swan Lake Act II? Feel free to comment with your guesses. ;-)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/SwanLakeOwl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/SwanLakeOwl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-29579662782521510682008-04-15T12:59:00.025-05:002008-04-15T14:07:08.899-05:00An Experiment in Live-Blogging: Women and Violence ClassInspired by one of my favorite snarky pop-culture/politics/feministy blogs, <a href="http://jezebel.com/">Jezebel</a>, I've decided to try my hand at live-blogging. While they usually live blog TV events like the finale of "Rock of Love" (thank goodness he picked Ambre!), I've decided to live-blog my Women and Violence Class. I usually sit here and surf the blogs anyway, so by doing this I'm almost taking notes!<br /><br />If you're reading live, refresh every few minutes or so...or just check back later! Let's see how this goes!<br /><br />----<br />2:06- I'm calling this good and doing the obnoxious pack up early thing. Thanks for reading! :-)<br /><br />2:02- I picked a boring class to live-blog. The next live-blogging experiment will be better. I promise.<br /><br />1:59- I still haven't exactly figured out which girl it is in this class that is on your committee, Shawn. It makes me a little nervous...lest you think I'm more of a man-hating feminist than I actually am. ;-)<br /><br />1:54- Ohh no, I'm about to step back from my feminist soap box and reinforce gender stereotypes. Is it not feminist to admit that yes, women are for the most part physically weaker than men?<br /><br />1:49- Men are more likely than women to be physically assaulted in any situation. Hmm. Sucks to be you.<br /><br />1:48- I want <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/0743297709?tag=saloncom08-20&camp=14573&creative=327641&linkCode=as1&creativeASIN=0743297709&adid=1B1WT9E957F5RCWQ40PV&">this book</a>. Pllleeeeeeeeaaaaaassseee?<br /><br />1:42- Oh the allure of facebook...This just in: 5 of my friends are attending the Inauguration Street Fair at Drury, 6 of my friends changed their profile pictures and Rachel added "The Nines" to her favorite movies.<br /><br />1:39- Other than in Lawrence and Topeka it is perfectly legal in the state of Kansas to fire someone from their job or kick them out of housing because of their sexual orientation. Also, us Kansans didn't evolve from apes. Noooo sirreee!<br /><br />1:36- Moving on to violence and homosexual relationships...<br /><br />1:33- I can't stop it...here it comes...feminist word vomit. "We have to make violence against men funny because it reinforces the patriarchal ideal. This society is going to try and sustain itself because we don't know anything different. In order for it to work, men have to be the strong ones and we have to ridicule and ostracize the men who just aren't manly enough."<br /><br />1:29- Oh no. Michael Buble has taken over my brain. Chances of me coming back from this are slim... <span style="font-style: italic;">Well, its a marvelous night for a moondance...</span><br /><br />1:27- There are 5 laptops in class right now. The Cosmo hating girls up front and to my left are IMing each other, the girl with the dirty hair in front of me is playing an online game, the future lawyer next to me is researching and I'm liveblogging. Usually there's a girl up front playing chess on hers but she's not here today (she usually loses). Memo to me- When I'm a GTA, watch out for laptops.<br /><br />1:24- *Sigh* The girl who is attacking Cosmo just won't stop. I want to say something, but the last time I responded to something she said, she basically yelled at me and almost cried. People in this class aren't accustomed to the technique of ripping people apart that I learned at Drury.<br /><br />1:21- Does the fact that Cosmo is full of articles like "Make Him Beg for it, TONIGHT!" mean that they can't have serious articles? Discuss...<br /><br />1:19- I can't believe I just stood up for Cosmo and called it fair and balanced. Fair and balanced like Fox News...<br /><br />1:16- Oh! Here we go! Girl up front just admitted to beating her boyfriend.<br /><br />1:14- One of the articles we read for class today was from Cosmopolitan magazine- "My girlfriend beat me up". The prof. just opened up the floor for discussion and the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ad_hominem">ad hominems</a> against Cosmo begin.<br /><br />1:10- We're discussing a judge using a penis pump during multiple trials. Wait? I missed something...Oh okay post-traumatic stress disorder. That sort of makes sense?<br /><br />1:08- I am already horribly distracted by the lack of showering in this class. The girl down the way from me smells like stale cigarettes. The girls in front of me haven't washed their collective hair in...well...forever. Gross.<br /><br />1:05- Class today is dealing with domestic violence in homosexual couples as well as domestic violence against men by women. This should be interesting. I can't help but wonder how long it will be before someone confesses to beating up their own boyfriend, because there's usually someone who has had the experience we're talking about. Heck, I guess it could be me who confesses as I wasn't exactly the paragon of non-violence that weekend that Mark dumped me...Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-64062645708195298442008-04-13T00:18:00.000-05:002008-04-13T00:23:18.160-05:0012:18 AM, Springfield MissouriAs I wandered down the halls of the Hampton Inn, clutching my room key, a bottle of Downy Wrinkle Releaser and a hairbrush, tasting of cookies and smelling like I'd chain smoked in a small room for 2 hours, I couldn't help but think to myself-<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />How the hell did I get here?</span><br /><br />But a phone call and the promise of tomorrow brought me back down to earth and distracted me from my moment of weakness. <br /><br />The key card slipped into the slot, I slipped into my pajamas and then slipped into bed, still giggling at the absurdity of it all. Someday maybe you can laugh with me...or not. Your choice.Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-14862639296345923422008-04-11T21:41:00.005-05:002008-04-27T23:02:28.319-05:00D-DayThere comes a time in every girl's life when she must (after convincing her mom to come with her) throw any and all expectations out the window, pack her Voluptuous Violet lipstick (again), and hit the road.<br /><br />Strange how life moves so quickly and so cyclically. Strange how actually in control of things I am right now. Free will is only really possible after you recognize all the opportunities available.<br /><br />Have a great weekend, I know one way or another I will.<br />Expect a photo-blog to come...Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-41467817608631318232008-04-08T23:54:00.004-05:002008-04-27T23:02:19.010-05:00I'll Probably Delete This TomorrowYou know you should probably just go to bed when you find yourself composing a cleverly disguised message in the form of haiku.<br /><br />So many revelations today, all of them I wish I could share with you...<br />I could change your life, help you be happier.<br />The question is though, can I walk the walk?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">First revelation</span>- French toast sticks to not make strangeness go away, they make your tummy hurt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Second revelation</span>- Facebook will only serve to frustrate. I wish there was a "send metta" button instead of a "send message" button...because that's what I'm doing whether you know it or not. All of you.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Third and final revelation of the evening-</span> My subconscious is a brat. A month and a half after deleting your number out of my phone and thinking I didn't remember it, I dreamed it. Yeah.<br /><br />Sometimes a girl just has to go to bed and hope that Wednesday will bring better things (like potential adventures and/or future photoblogs! Yay! :-)Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-33859159812107704082008-04-08T12:26:00.006-05:002008-04-27T23:01:20.894-05:00It's A Great Day To Be A Jayhawk!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/1937230.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/1937230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Dear University of Kansas men's basketball team and fans,<br /><br />You are welcome. You see, I'm pretty sure Shawn and I are the reason you won.<br /><br />When I was listening to you on the radio at Pier 1 and on the drive home, you were winning. But when I started watching you on TV at Shawn's house, you all started losing; losing so badly that Shawn suggested we go get a movie.<br /><br />So while we were out and about and not watching you all on television, you all came from behind to win in overtime The precedent has been set- I am no longer allowed to watch the games on TV. :-)<br /><br />Damn. I'm so disappointed.<br /><br />So um, congrats to the men's basketball team...and here's hoping that some day we will live in a society that doesn't deify athletes.Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-87243174045691824432008-04-06T12:37:00.003-05:002008-04-06T13:29:51.553-05:00Photo Blog- The Type of Day You Journal AboutYesterday was pretty much the perfect day...the type of day you journal about.<br /><br />After a busy morning at Pier 1, I headed to KC to spend the afternoon with Kat. We decided <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-blog-o-rama-pt-2-sushi-train-of.html">a few weeks ago over sushi</a> that we both wanted to get a little body modification done, and this was going to be the day to do it. It was an absolutely beautiful day to get lost on foot in Westport (<span style="font-style: italic;">Think anyone's going to notice we've walked past three times?) </span>before finally arriving at Freaks on 39th.<br /><br />Freaks on 39th is an old house with orange paint and blue trim and stairs that creak. Unlike some tattoo and piercing places it isn't scary hospital sterile with nasty fluorescent lighting, but it still felt very very clean. The staff there was awesome, and even though Kat and I don't exactly look like we belong in a place called "Freaks" we felt very welcome.<br /><br />Kat decided to get a tattoo of <a href="http://www.mysteriousbritain.co.uk/majorsites/uffington.html">The Uffington White Horse</a> (click the link to learn more) and after the tattoo artist cleaned up her sketch a bit and made the stencil, she was ready to go-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3583.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3583.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Kat looks surprisingly calm. The tattoo guys were nice enough to let her listen to the comedian Demetri Martin while she got inked which was awesome. <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3582.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3582.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3581.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3581.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>"My eyes didn't even water!"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/TheKindofDayYouJournalAbout-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/TheKindofDayYouJournalAbout-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>She sent me these pictures this morning so you can see the finished results.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/TheKindofDayYouJournalAbout-0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/TheKindofDayYouJournalAbout-0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I think it looks gorgeous!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I'm not quite sure there's anything I want permanently inked on my body just yet, but I do enjoy the "wake-up" I get from piercing, so I decided to get another hole put in my body. After running through the gamut of possible piercings in my mind, I realized there wasn't much I could/want to get pierced. Pier 1 doesn't allow facial piercings (I wear a discreet one in my nose when I work) and I'm not completely keen on getting something pierced that I couldn't show on here. ;-)<br /><br />I'm still gauging the first hole in my ears, so I decided to go ahead and get a second hole in one of my ear lobes so I could gauge that too. Most ear piercings use a 20 or 18 gauge needle, but I decided to go ahead and get it pierced with a 12 gauge. Click the picture below to see what size the different gauges are-<br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/gaugechart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 214px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/gaugechart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Jeremy at Freaks is an awesome piercer. If I ever get anything done again, I'll have him do it. I felt so comfortable and everything was clean. We shared our life stories and discussed how 19 year olds are bad news, and best of all, I barely even felt the needle go in. Check it out-<br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3586.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 338px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3586.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Now that it's all said and done I wish I would have had him use a 10 gauge, because I barely even felt this one.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3585.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I bought some "organic" hand made spirals for my first holes as well. Goofy picture of me, but I love the new ear jewelry!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3599.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/The%20Type%20of%20Day%20You%20Journal%20About/DSCF3599.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The new piercing and my 6 gauge tapers.<br /></div><br />Kat and I completed our perfect day with dinner at the Bluebird Bistro- mmm organic food and vegan orange cake! It was such a gorgeous day outside, and it's so great to spend time with a great girl friend. I'm so lucky to have a friend like Kat! Thanks again for having an adventure with me!Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-16466075570237922922008-04-04T01:10:00.000-05:002008-04-04T01:10:49.754-05:00Photo Blog/This I Believe: HAIR!So a few weeks ago (when I posted the photo blog of <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/03/photo-blog-operation-bald-eagle.html">Operation: Bald Eagle</a>) <a href="http://memorypalace-eli.blogspot.com/">Eli</a> left me this comment-<br /><br />"...I'm growing my hair out. I realize that it <i>will</i> be a change, but I guess I count it as being too inconsequential to be a satisfactory change in my lifestyle. A few of my friends seem to change their hair whenever they get restless or stressed out, and I don't really have a problem with it, I just don't understand it. Maybe you could shed some light on that in a future 'This I believe'? : )"<br /><br />Well here at Lindsey in Lawrence we like to grant requests... so Eli, this is for you!<br /><br />-----<br /><br />Of all the things I know and believe, of everything I have seen and experienced, there is one thing that remains constant- my hair is going to change. (Like what I did there? Yeah, me too.)<br /><br />As I told Eli, hair is one of those things we can control. Women (and some men) tend to change their hair when they go through changes in their lives. In the Old Testament shaving your head was a sign of mourning, and I have friends who have shaved their head as a sign of repentance or a sort of shedding of an old skin. Not too long ago, knowing that my relationship was over and there was nothing I could do about it, I splurged on a hair cut. If he was going to dump me, then at least I was going to know I looked good while he did it. Control, control, control.<br /><br />On the other hand, some people are really attached to their hair. Quite honestly, I don't understand it and any insights provided would be greatly appreciated.<br /><br />My hair, for me, represents different times in my life. As my life changes, so does my hair. Short hair with blond streaks? Freshman/sophomore year of high school. The incident with the black hair dye? William Woods- when our sorority bathroom constantly smelled like ammonia. Etc, etc, etc....<br /><br />"Ah, that's interesting but where are the photos?" you ask. "This is supposed to be a photo blog!" Glad you asked...Observe the constant change in my life!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/LAinpool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/LAinpool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Aww, little Lindsey! So cute!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/kindergarten.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/kindergarten.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/lindseyandbridget.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/lindseyandbridget.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Little Bridget, even cuter!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/birthday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/sixth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/sixth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Ack! Who thought the perm was a good idea?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/lookalike.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/lookalike.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Yes, Leia and I won a look-alike contest<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/eighth.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/eighth.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>What's worse, the hair or the jeans?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/daisy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/daisy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/lindseyandlauren.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/lindseyandlauren.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/cayman.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/cayman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/100_0476.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/100_0476.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/100_0802.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 1px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/100_0802.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I dyed my hair black for a show where I wound up wearing a headdress and a wig.<br />Go figure...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/100_0926.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/100_0926.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>The things we do for theatre eh?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/hmmm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/hmmm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/matrix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/matrix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/Picture009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/Picture009.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Wait. Who let me get a perm again?<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/DSCF2646.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/DSCF2646.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/Picture063.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/Picture063.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This one was taken roughly a year ago...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/n58700662_30406713_3572.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/n58700662_30406713_3572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/DSCF2915.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/DSCF2915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>June 2007 before....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/DSCF2917.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Hair/DSCF2917.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And after!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3503-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3503-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I'm not sure we could still win that look-alike contest...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So there you go...my constant change. I'm not sure how much light I shed on the issue, but at the very least it's good for a laugh ;-)<br /></div></div>Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-39814896472826611102008-04-01T19:57:00.004-05:002008-04-01T20:17:44.470-05:00My Favorite Day of the Year<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/n58700793_30035597_7104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/n58700793_30035597_7104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />First things first, WHITE RABBIT! Having said that...<br /><br />Those of you who happen to be friends with me on Facebook possibly saw my relationship status change to "Married to Duncan Northern" (see picture) and this note I posted earlier today-<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Life's been a little crazy lately and things move so fast, so I thought this would be the best way to let everyone know what's going on.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> First of all, I'm leaving the University of Kansas. I find this place stifles my creativity and just sucks the life out of me. I can't stand to be here one more minute. Desperate times call for desperate measures.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Having said that, I'm leaving the country next week. I've sublet my apartment, withdrawn from KU, sold the majority of my stuff and bought a huge backpack. I'm starting in London and plan to just wander my way across Europe until I find some place to settle down. I'm not sure I'll be back in the US for awhile.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Also, allegations you hear about me selling illegal drugs or being pregnant are mostly false. I'm not fleeing the country or hiding anything from anyone, I'm leaving because I need to, because I can't take it here any more. I'm sure you understand. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Thanks for your support.<br /><br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">PS: And just in case you were worried for my safety, Duncan will be coming with me. We've been apart and secret for so long (for various reasons) and now we can finally be together!</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> I love you sweetie and can't wait for our adventure!"</span><br /><br />Oh how I love April Fool's Day! We always forget it's coming and I can always catch quite a few people off guard!<br /><br />Surprisingly and much to my entertainment, many of my friends were duped (if only for a moment). I only got one phone call this time (and wound up "marrying" said caller) as opposed to last year when I managed several more phone calls thanks to a fake engagement ring. You think you people would have learned by now! Seriously!<br /><br />Did anyone else get pranked today? I'd love to hear stories...<br /><br />In other news, my new favorite thing- Wall posts on Facebook that make me laugh really hard because I think they can't be serious and it has to be an April Fools joke...but then I laugh so hard I almost throw up when I realize no, no it's not. Oh man...Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-87728344694166529772008-03-30T13:43:00.005-05:002008-03-31T15:48:31.120-05:00Photo Blog- Operation PuppetstravaganzaI won't kid myself or you, dear reader, it's probably going to be nothing but photo blogs for awhile. Less brain power, more pictures!<br /><br />Admit it, you love the reveal, the exposure...it's slightly voyeuristic and a lot easier than reading. Consider this my present to you for Monday morning.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">OPERATION: PUPPETSTRAVAGANZA!</span><br /></span><br />Last night I was privy to the awesome experience of a ShawnDate<sup>TM</sup>. For those of you not lucky enough to know what a ShawnDate<sup>TM </sup>is, basically Shawn comes up with some creative wacky idea for a date, assures you it will be absolutely lame and then won't tell you what it is even if you beg and plead and try to trick him into it. Normally I hate surprises, but this one was definitely worth it.<br /><br />It was (*drum roll please*)....<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">SOCK PUPPETS!<br /><br /></span>(You're probably rolling your eyes and saying "Whaaa?" But truth is, when I was little I wanted to be a Muppeteer/marry Jim Henson's son so this was an incredibly exciting adventure for this nerd. :-) )<br /><br />That's right ladies and gentlemen, last night we embarked on a four hour sock puppet making extravaganza. I'll break it down for you, just in case you want to make your own...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">First, cut the toe off the sock and insert a cardboard piece for the mouth </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3536.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3536.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It helps if you look skeptical apparently...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3534.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3534.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Once the mouth pieces are in place, you should be sure to take a cute picture<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3540.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3540.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3543.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3543.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Attach ping pong balls for eyes-</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3548.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3548.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Add feathers, felt and pipe-cleaners to create a bird...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3555.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3555.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Or add a jacket for a more dapper looking puppet...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3549.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3549.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3550.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3550.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>It's also important that you make a mess of your living room and eat only jelly beans while creating your sock puppet.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3562.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3562.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>You should probably feed your puppet, lest it start eating your date...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3564.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3564.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>And voila! Operation: Puppetstravaganza complete!</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3561.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3561.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3577.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3577.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>(If you could see the clock you could tell it says something like 2 am...Operations do best late at night when everything is an entertaining, brilliant idea)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3568.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3566.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Puppet-Stravaganza/DSCF3566.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Some how my parrot puppet took 3rd place in the Operation: Puppetstravaganza competition.<br />Yeah, I don't know either...Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-65989213212229731072008-03-28T00:31:00.006-05:002008-03-28T09:08:01.561-05:00Photo Blog-O-Rama! Pt. 2- Sushi Train of DOOM!(Not really..it just sounded sort of catchy.)<br /><br />Another day, another brain drain. This time it was a discussion in my Women and Violence class about the feminization of society leading to emasculinization of men and whether or not men actually can communicate about emotions/care about women without feeling the need to subject them to paternalization (lots of -zations!).<br /><br />Then tonight in Theories and Methods we had an in depth conversation about sacrifice, violence, religion and the inherent anger in all mankind, which resulted in me agreeing to write an email to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ren%C3%A9_Girard">Rene Girard</a> concerning his opinion on virtual human sacrifice (i.e. video games and gory movies) as an outlet for violence and whether or not he hates his daddy. *Whew*<br />(<span style="font-style: italic;">Side note to SB- Now maybe you understand why I thought it was "really cool" to stare at the screen while you worked on Illustrator for an hour? ;-) )</span><br /><br />Anyway... all of that was a round-about way of saying that you, dear reader, get another photo blog! YAAAAAAAY!<br /><br />You may remember that back in February <a href="http://lindseyinlawrence.blogspot.com/2008/02/throw-me-some-beads.html">I gave up fish for Lent</a>. I wish I could say I was completely successful and made it the whole 40 days, but that would be against my new "Honesty is the best policy" policy. I only slipped up three times because I desperately needed protein and tuna salad just sounded so much better than beans or eggs. But technically Sundays in Lent aren't included in the count, so I did go for 40 days. Technically...<br /><br />Kat and Meghann helped me break my Lenten fast on Wednesday with some yummy sushi from the Sakura sushi train. Observe...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3524.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3524.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The train rounds the corner and the anticipation is overwhelming! I drooled...just a little.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3531.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3531.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">What to choose? What to choose?!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3528.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3528.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />The fast gets officially broken with a piece of salmon nigiri. Mmmm!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3521.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3521.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Happy sushi eaters- Meghann and Katherine!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3532.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Sushi%20Train/DSCF3532.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A job well done!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The night could have ended with tattoos and a possible new piercing, but alas Freaks on Broadway was busy (on a Wednesday night?). Perhaps that's a good thing though, because in the near future I'll have more photo-blog material for those brain dead days.<br /></div></div>Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-26948443575154945502008-03-26T23:59:00.003-05:002008-03-27T00:18:42.412-05:00Photo Blog-O-Rama!My thinking power has been expended on papers/research/preparing for class this week, so dear readers I give you a photo blog!<br /><br />Leia and I decided to put our modeling skills to good use over Easter weekend-<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3503-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3503-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /> </a><br />Dear Tyra Banks,<br /><br />Leia Marie and I would like to show you why we should be America's Next Top Models.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Reason #1: We can do the snobby "high fashion" aloof look<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3494-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3494-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Reason #2: We have the acting thing down. Check out these sad faces!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3490-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3490-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Reason #3: Leia is pretty much the cutest 13 year old dog ever... Seriously, what more do you need?<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3501-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Family/DSCF3501-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tune in tomorrow when Lindsey in Lawrence brings you adventures with the Sakura Sushi Train. <br /><br />Same blog time, same blog channel.Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-57122555743926673052008-03-24T00:53:00.007-05:002008-03-24T01:41:02.665-05:00The Easter Bunny Gypped Me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/easterlindsey.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/easterlindsey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Seriously!<br />It's not fair.<br />I mean how else am I supposed to celebrate the arrival of spring and the start of Christianity unless I'm laying sugar-coma-ed and twitching on the living room floor surrounded by half-eaten hollow milk bunnies and Starburst jelly beans?<br /><br />Soo...Easter thoughts-<br /><br />Looking around church this morning I realized just how much we need spring time celebrations. We need an Easter or spring equinox or whatever celebration to help us throw off the dull snowy winter and celebrate new life.<br /><br />Maybe Christianity stole it from the pagans, but this morning at service I was glad they did. People were cheery and smiley and wearing bright colors and we got to yell "Alleluia!" I always forget spring is right around the corner and I especially forget how much I love it. This morning, snickering my way through "In the Garden" and surrounded by generations of the people I love, was the perfect way to usher it in.<br /><br />---<br /><br />I have this little tradition that I started way back in high school. Every Holy Weekend I listen to the 2nd CD from the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack. It starts out with the Last Supper and ends with Judas' death and the crucifixion and it always put me in that sort of Maundy Thursday/Good Friday mindset.<br /><br />I'll admit it (because this blog is apparently is where I admit things) I cheated this year. Sorry Jesus, but I wanted to skip ahead to Easter because I was in such a good mood that instead of doing my usual second CD run down, I just listened to my favorites. Yeah, yeah I know...<br /><br />Those of you who know me well probably know that JCS is my favorite musical because I so strongly identify with Andrew Lloyd Weber's portrayal of Judas. However, this time through my favorites I actually listened to the other characters and was struck by something interesting- each of them is desperately trying to make Jesus into what they want him to be.<br /><br />Mary doesn't know how to love him- he's "just a man" right? Simon the Zealot is looking for a messiah who will over throw the Romans. Herod wants to be entertained by a miracle worker. Pilate wants an innocent man that he doesn't have to punish...etc...etc... And each of them gets frustrated or disappointed when that's not who/what he is. Mary goes so far as to ask (with Peter) "This was unexpected/What do I do now?/Could we start again please?" when things don't turn out like what she had thought.<br /><br />It made me wonder about the congregation sitting around me in church this morning. What are they expecting and looking for? Who do they want Jesus to be? And more importantly... are they finding what they're looking for? 100 people in church and I bet you I would have received 100 different answers.<br /><br />That's the beauty (and frustration) of religion.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In other news- I just broke a glass candle holder all over my bathroom floor and I don't want to clean it up. That was never my job.</span>Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-48381747309707083912008-03-21T23:21:00.004-05:002008-03-22T01:03:48.058-05:00Eternal ReturnGreetings from fabulous Tulsa, Oklahoma...<br /><br />Tonight my brother and I went to go see my friends Travis and <a href="http://www.myspace.com/briannixonmusic">Brian</a> perform at a coffee house. Travis, Brian and I were all interns at good ol' Camp Tawakoni a few years ago and survived quite an interesting summer out there. Both of them are very talented and it was great to catch up and enjoy some wonderful music.<br /><br />(Grainy camera phone picture courtesy of Nate. Brian is playing the keyboard and Travis is on the bass.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Photo_032108_002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Photo_032108_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I always find it amusing and interesting how much I connect my memories with music. The right (or wrong) song can bring back a flood of memories with very little effort, all it takes are the first few notes and suddenly you're back to...well, wherever.<br /><br />Tonight it was "Doubting Thomas" by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/nickelcreek">Nickel Creek</a>. (The song is on their Myspace and you can listen to it if you click the link. If you haven't heard it you should definitely check it out.) Brian promised me he'd play some Nickel Creek after I whined about him not playing his mandolin (I love hearing NC's song <a href="http://www.nickelcreek.com/audio/nickelcreek11.mp3">"The Fox"</a>) but I wasn't expecting him to make me cry. <br /><br />You see, there are two very distinct memories that song takes me back to-<br /><br />One is camp, sitting around a campfire while communion is taking place. Travis is playing guitar and trying to sing, but his voice isn't quite there. The inky black humid night, lit by stars and the occasional airplane was so comfortable for me. There's a certain connection that seems to happen only at camp- an experience of "that which is beyond life". After camp it fades into a vague memory, only to be conjured up in a coffeehouse in Tulsa of all places.<br /><br />But then your memory takes you someplace else-<br /><br />To a lake, and a beautiful stormy Sunday morning at an unfamiliar church. A young man is singing his heart out for a congregation who loves him, as I try to hide my tears and Pete plays poker on his phone in the seat next to me. There's a certain ambivalence to the moment- acceptance and peace full of nervousness and excitement; a weekend beyond words and yet so full of them. <br /><br />Both memories quickly fading and seemingly so far away, I have to decide where to reside...what to remember...<br /><br />Ah! What about now? I take a breath and allow myself to enjoy the music in the context. Good friends, good chai, good conversation. No need to go someplace else, everything I need is here. <br /><br />And as Brian finishes the song the way only Brian can, I applaud. <br />I'm always where I need to be. <br /><br />----<br /><br />Easter weekend always makes me contemplative. <br /><br />So um...here's a picture-<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Photo1-1-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v295/goddesslynz/Photo1-1-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);">Leia says Happy Easter!</span><br /></div>Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684998550981031657.post-85008377344301425502008-03-21T08:48:00.002-05:002008-03-21T08:52:35.926-05:00On the Road AgainLast night I had the opportunity to hear <a href="http://sufihealingorder.org/SHO/DEVI/Devi.html">Devi Tide</a>, the head of the Sufi Healing Order of North America speak. She had some very interesting ideas, and I want to post about it, but I need a bit more time to let it roll around in my head. <br /><br />In the meantime, I'm off to Tulsa for the weekend to celebrate Easter with the family and my brother's 21st birthday on Sunday. Should be a fun time. :-)Lindsey in Lawrencehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16220858560908806487noreply@blogger.com0