Hello.
Last Fall, I began to work on a story called "Jessica Jones." I haven't been able to work on it for months, but just started back at it today. The creation of this story began as a conversation with my roommate about the Christy Miller series (a youth Christian fiction series, that was extremely cheesy). The idea was to write a story just as cheesy, but I found myself wanting to make it real and funny and honest.
I was going to start posting it as installments. So, here is part One of "Jessica Jones." Enjoy.
Jenny
Jessica Jones: Part One
Jessica Jones was in the middle of a beautiful dream when the kitchen blender whirred and blurred and startled her into the morning. She stared at the ceiling and then jumped up. She inspected herself in the mirror. No, she didn't look or feel any different. "But I have to be," she said to herself. "I'm 17 today. Everything changes when you're 17." She walked into the kitchen and witnessed her mom putting the final touches on the celebrated Birthday pancakes – complete with a smiley face on top.
"Morning birthday girl," her mom said, planting a kiss on top of Jessica's forehead. "Juice or milk?" "Coffee please," Jessica answered nonchalantly. "And you started drinking coffee when?" her mother replied. "I'm 17," said Jessica. "Things change when you're 17. Life gets exciting and you need to drink coffee to keep up with it all."
Jessica took a sip of coffee, her right of passage into the adult world, and went straight for the milk and sugar. By the time she finished it was almost white. And even then she only drank a quarter of the cup.
Her Dad walked in the door with the paper. He threw it down and picked up Jessica, twirling her around. "Happy Birthday little girl!" "Dad," she said, backing up. "I'm not a little girl anymore. See, I'm drinking coffee - I'm all grown up now." Her dad smiled and replied "OK." He picked up the paper and was reading through the business section. "Oh, I almost forgot. Bob and Randy both need two new pairs of gloves," her dad said without looking up. "Already?" Jessica questioned. "But I just gave them new pairs a month ago."
A year ago Jessica had knit her father a pair of gloves for her father to use when on his motorcycle. Her dad looked every bit the stereotypical accountant – scrawny, slightly balding, glasses and a pocket protector (until a few years ago). However, he also loved his Harley. When he wasn't crunching numbers, he was taking the streets by storm with his biker buddies, The Highway to Hale crew (Hale was the diner they frequented). The gloves Jessica knit were a huge hit with his friends and they all had to have a pair. It was a great side business and she was always working on new designs for them.
Jessica finished her breakfast and went to her room. She took extra care getting ready this morning. As she smoothed her hair one last time she looked in the mirror as if to say, "Hello world."
She picked up her new notebook – this one was clean and had no writing on it. She had learned her lesson about writing on notebooks. What started off as a simple declaration of faith turned into an embarrassing nightmare that took months to live down. She had written "I love Jesus" on her notebook and would proudly walk down the school corridors. That was until one person in class announced "Jessica loves Jes`us!" Jes`us - a sophomore at her school. She repeatedly tried to explain that she loved Jesus and not Jes`us, but to no avail.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Me at the Moment - August 06, 2007
I still love coffee. My friend loved coffee until she got pregnant. Then she got nauseous at the smell. I hope that never happens to me.
I am a big ball of varied emotions when it comes to the changes hitting me this month.
I want to help others bring more justice and love throughout the world (so we can all hold hands and sing "We Are the World").
I just bought my first songs ever on iTunes last week.
My latest life revelation came about while watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
Stopping old habits is incredibly difficult.
In high school I carried around an old 8-track case and called it my purse. People thought it was an instrument case.
Driving my parents' cars while they're on vacation is fun! Their air conditioning works so well.
Stevie Wonder makes happy music.
I have green tea mochi in my freezer at my apartment.
I want to travel all over the world – maybe even to places like Antarctica (ok, maybe not).
I love having conversations with strangers at coffee shops.
I hate when I accidentally set my alarm for PM instead of AM.
I went to Brazil in July. I got to meet great people, eat yummy food, drink guarana and pass out on a plane.
I love music that makes you dance. I'll even dance in my car. Except to Paul McCartney's new Dance song.
I ate sweet potato fries yesterday. I pretend that they're healthier for me than regular fries.
Dancing and playing with kids during worship at church is excellent.
I have been out of the country for the last 2 Independence Days. It has been almost 2 years since I have seen a fireworks display (thank goodness for Bonfire Night in England).
I start school in exactly 3 weeks.
Nerts is an amazing game.
I Simpsonized myself.
"Cars" is coming in tomorrow through Netflix – Cachow!
I'm learning that healing is a process and "Better" doesn't = "Perfect."
There's nothing like a Sunday afternoon nap.
My friends are so completely different and I love them all!
Is it Friday yet?
I love the color green.
Target > Wal-Mart (I actually stole this from the Dave Crowder Band blog – it was too amazing not to use). However, having said that, I want to re-consider my expenditures and consumption habits.
Chocolate Hob Nob biscuits are even better than regular Hob Nob biscuits.
I am a big ball of varied emotions when it comes to the changes hitting me this month.
I want to help others bring more justice and love throughout the world (so we can all hold hands and sing "We Are the World").
I just bought my first songs ever on iTunes last week.
My latest life revelation came about while watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
Stopping old habits is incredibly difficult.
In high school I carried around an old 8-track case and called it my purse. People thought it was an instrument case.
Driving my parents' cars while they're on vacation is fun! Their air conditioning works so well.
Stevie Wonder makes happy music.
I have green tea mochi in my freezer at my apartment.
I want to travel all over the world – maybe even to places like Antarctica (ok, maybe not).
I love having conversations with strangers at coffee shops.
I hate when I accidentally set my alarm for PM instead of AM.
I went to Brazil in July. I got to meet great people, eat yummy food, drink guarana and pass out on a plane.
I love music that makes you dance. I'll even dance in my car. Except to Paul McCartney's new Dance song.
I ate sweet potato fries yesterday. I pretend that they're healthier for me than regular fries.
Dancing and playing with kids during worship at church is excellent.
I have been out of the country for the last 2 Independence Days. It has been almost 2 years since I have seen a fireworks display (thank goodness for Bonfire Night in England).
I start school in exactly 3 weeks.
Nerts is an amazing game.
I Simpsonized myself.
"Cars" is coming in tomorrow through Netflix – Cachow!
I'm learning that healing is a process and "Better" doesn't = "Perfect."
There's nothing like a Sunday afternoon nap.
My friends are so completely different and I love them all!
Is it Friday yet?
I love the color green.
Target > Wal-Mart (I actually stole this from the Dave Crowder Band blog – it was too amazing not to use). However, having said that, I want to re-consider my expenditures and consumption habits.
Chocolate Hob Nob biscuits are even better than regular Hob Nob biscuits.
Biola Orientation - August 01, 2007
Well, I just had my Orientation for ISF (Institute for Spiritual Formation) this morning. Yea - it was so much fun! I got to meet some of my classmates and found out which classes I need to take. Somehow, it made it all a bit more real, walking onto the campus this morning.
This Fall I will be taking:
Intro to Christian Spirituality & Prayer
Personal Foundations of Spirituality & Retreat
Personal Spiritual Direction
Hermeneutics & the Word in Spiritual Formation
Whew - that's a mouthful!
They told us about what classes we need to take, forms that need to be filled out, etc. Then we had our pictures taken (to later be placed on a wall for all in the ISF offices to see). We also have mailboxes. How fun! You guys can send me mail there.
I also heard back from the HR department on campus (I submitted an application last week). So, I may be spending a lot of time on campus.
Still looking for a place to live. But in general, feeling excited and hopeful about the next month.
Jenny
This Fall I will be taking:
Intro to Christian Spirituality & Prayer
Personal Foundations of Spirituality & Retreat
Personal Spiritual Direction
Hermeneutics & the Word in Spiritual Formation
Whew - that's a mouthful!
They told us about what classes we need to take, forms that need to be filled out, etc. Then we had our pictures taken (to later be placed on a wall for all in the ISF offices to see). We also have mailboxes. How fun! You guys can send me mail there.
I also heard back from the HR department on campus (I submitted an application last week). So, I may be spending a lot of time on campus.
Still looking for a place to live. But in general, feeling excited and hopeful about the next month.
Jenny
Consumption - July 27, 2007
Just a quick thought for you all to ponder. I was listening to the Relevant podcast this morning (seriously, check it out - it always has me rolling on the floor laughing) and they quickly mentioned Live Earth. The podcast from from the beginning of July. They were talking about an article in the NY Times which spoke about the concert, but how the bigger issue with the environment is consumption. That is where we'll see the biggest change, not just in buying more eco-friendly items. One of the examples given was, instead of buying 5 pairs of organic cotten jeans, just buy one pair of normal jeans. As in, don't use eco-friendly as an excuse to buy more things you don't need.
And this all got me thinking (well, I've thought about these issues before). How many things do I buy are needs or wants? I don't think it's bad to buy things that are in the want category, but it's so easy to get out of control with it. What would it look like if I cut down on my overall consumption of products? How do we respond as Christians?
I could go on for awhile about this, but I don't have time now. So, I'll send this post into the internet jungle in order to create dialogue and mass ponderings.
Have a great weekend!
Jenny
And this all got me thinking (well, I've thought about these issues before). How many things do I buy are needs or wants? I don't think it's bad to buy things that are in the want category, but it's so easy to get out of control with it. What would it look like if I cut down on my overall consumption of products? How do we respond as Christians?
I could go on for awhile about this, but I don't have time now. So, I'll send this post into the internet jungle in order to create dialogue and mass ponderings.
Have a great weekend!
Jenny
August = Change - July 25, 2007
There are so many changes in such a short amount of time that I have decided to rename "August," "Changeling."
I have been back from Brazil almost a week and the reality of all these changes are slapping me in the face. I start school in about a month. Weird. It seems more and more real as I fill out the plethora of papers Biola University is throwing my way – financial aid, health office information, all in time for registration on August 1. I am so excited for school, but I'm also nervous. I truly have no idea what to expect with my program and that makes me a bit fearful.
Big Change 2. I just found out that my job won't be able to accommodate my change of schedule with school, so I am officially job hunting. They have been awesome and I think I can continue here till I start school, but I am sad to leave here. I have loved my co-workers and the beautiful campus at Chapman University. It's funny, because I had attended here years ago and left with a bad taste in my mouth. This year working here has redeemed and healed so much. I have no idea where I'll be working, but if anyone knows of a job that is 30-32 hours/week, please let me know.
And to top off the month of Changeling, I'm moving at the end of the month.
These are all good things, but it feels so concentrated. I love adventures, but it is always the risk part that initially makes me fearful (that's contradicting itself, isn't it). When in Brazil, our second flight was a bit rough, especially the landing. I was complaining about it once we got off the plane, but then I had a thought that this is what adventure is. Adventure is the unknown, the crazy plane flights, the sudden change of plans, the excitement of newness. If the adventure becomes sanitized and controlled, then it ceases to be an adventure. We want the appearance of adventure, but the guarantee of safety. I think I quite often approach my relationship with God in the same way. I say I want all He has for me, but when new things come, I find myself grasping for control and guarantees, not trusting Him at all.
So, I have two choices. I can skim the surface, and only experience pretend to fully immerse myself in change, or I can jump, without abandon, into the wild, blue yonder.
I choose to jump.
I have been back from Brazil almost a week and the reality of all these changes are slapping me in the face. I start school in about a month. Weird. It seems more and more real as I fill out the plethora of papers Biola University is throwing my way – financial aid, health office information, all in time for registration on August 1. I am so excited for school, but I'm also nervous. I truly have no idea what to expect with my program and that makes me a bit fearful.
Big Change 2. I just found out that my job won't be able to accommodate my change of schedule with school, so I am officially job hunting. They have been awesome and I think I can continue here till I start school, but I am sad to leave here. I have loved my co-workers and the beautiful campus at Chapman University. It's funny, because I had attended here years ago and left with a bad taste in my mouth. This year working here has redeemed and healed so much. I have no idea where I'll be working, but if anyone knows of a job that is 30-32 hours/week, please let me know.
And to top off the month of Changeling, I'm moving at the end of the month.
These are all good things, but it feels so concentrated. I love adventures, but it is always the risk part that initially makes me fearful (that's contradicting itself, isn't it). When in Brazil, our second flight was a bit rough, especially the landing. I was complaining about it once we got off the plane, but then I had a thought that this is what adventure is. Adventure is the unknown, the crazy plane flights, the sudden change of plans, the excitement of newness. If the adventure becomes sanitized and controlled, then it ceases to be an adventure. We want the appearance of adventure, but the guarantee of safety. I think I quite often approach my relationship with God in the same way. I say I want all He has for me, but when new things come, I find myself grasping for control and guarantees, not trusting Him at all.
So, I have two choices. I can skim the surface, and only experience pretend to fully immerse myself in change, or I can jump, without abandon, into the wild, blue yonder.
I choose to jump.
Returned - July 19, 2007
I have returned from Brazil. It has been an interesting couple of days. Some of you may have heard about the plane crash in Sao Paulo, Brazil. We flew out of Sao Paulo the same day, but we were at another airport. However, there was a minor plane crash at our airport (no fatalities) due to flooding of the runway. We had no idea what was going on for a few hours, except that our flight was delayed. So, instead of leaving at 8pm, we ended up taking off around 1am. I have to admit, I was a little nervous at takeoff, given the crashes that had happened that day (I was praying a lot).
That day, I had started to come down with a cold. By the time we left Sao Paulo, I was feeling pretty crummy. Our plane stopped in Lima, Peru and when we took off this time I decided to take some Nyquill to help me sleep. At that point, I didn't have a lot of food or liquids in my system. An hour or so into this flight I started to feel nauscious. I got out of my seat to use the restroom. As I was waiting for the stall to open up my knees buckled and I passed out for a couple of seconds. The flight attendants layed me down immediately and began asking my questions. The called for any doctors and the plane began to descend. I was amazed at how God provided for me - not only was there a doctor on the plane, but there was also a medical student and 2 nursing students. The doctor spoke a little English (he was from Brazil) and the medical student was from LA. They thought it was a reaction to the Nyquill brought on my empty stomach and altitude. The plane didn't end up landing early, I think because they saw I was alright. One of our team members was walking to the back of the plane and saw that it was me lying on the floor. He told the group and a couple of the women on our team came back to me. They gave me lots of water, took my pulse a bunch of times and fed me. I'm not sure how long I was back there, but eventually I made it back to my seat. It was a weird experience, but a good story to tell.
So, now I am at my parents house, resting up and recovering from this nasty cold and reflecting on my time in Brazil. Once I'm feeling better, I'll try to blog a bit more about my trip.Thanks for all your prayers and I look forward to seeing you all soon!
Jenny
That day, I had started to come down with a cold. By the time we left Sao Paulo, I was feeling pretty crummy. Our plane stopped in Lima, Peru and when we took off this time I decided to take some Nyquill to help me sleep. At that point, I didn't have a lot of food or liquids in my system. An hour or so into this flight I started to feel nauscious. I got out of my seat to use the restroom. As I was waiting for the stall to open up my knees buckled and I passed out for a couple of seconds. The flight attendants layed me down immediately and began asking my questions. The called for any doctors and the plane began to descend. I was amazed at how God provided for me - not only was there a doctor on the plane, but there was also a medical student and 2 nursing students. The doctor spoke a little English (he was from Brazil) and the medical student was from LA. They thought it was a reaction to the Nyquill brought on my empty stomach and altitude. The plane didn't end up landing early, I think because they saw I was alright. One of our team members was walking to the back of the plane and saw that it was me lying on the floor. He told the group and a couple of the women on our team came back to me. They gave me lots of water, took my pulse a bunch of times and fed me. I'm not sure how long I was back there, but eventually I made it back to my seat. It was a weird experience, but a good story to tell.
So, now I am at my parents house, resting up and recovering from this nasty cold and reflecting on my time in Brazil. Once I'm feeling better, I'll try to blog a bit more about my trip.Thanks for all your prayers and I look forward to seeing you all soon!
Jenny
Quick Brazil Update - July 11, 2007
I am having a great time in Brazil! We are in a historic village today called Ouro Preto (Black Gold). It is gorgeous, but it has a very sad history built on the backs of slaves. The last few days we have been outside a city called Sete Lagos (7 lakes). We are working with a brand new Vineyard. It is a very tiny group, but we have bonded with them and have so much love in our hearts for them.
Towards the beginning of the trip I caught a cold. I have had to rely on my teammates to hold me up. I usually have a hard time receiving from people - I give, give give. But before the trip I sensed that God was going to help me with all of that. And He did. Being sick and away from home I had no choice but to ask for help. And the more I did, the more I realized that I wasn´t being a burden on them. They were happy to help me. And not just my team, but also our Brazilian friends.
Our plans have changed constantly and we are learning to adapt to being open to change.
So much to say and so little time. Thank you for all your prayers! I hope to be able to write more details soon. We are leaving for Piritininga on Friday night and should have more regular Email access there.
Blessings and Love!
Jesus Ama Voce! (Jesus loves you!)
Jenny
Towards the beginning of the trip I caught a cold. I have had to rely on my teammates to hold me up. I usually have a hard time receiving from people - I give, give give. But before the trip I sensed that God was going to help me with all of that. And He did. Being sick and away from home I had no choice but to ask for help. And the more I did, the more I realized that I wasn´t being a burden on them. They were happy to help me. And not just my team, but also our Brazilian friends.
Our plans have changed constantly and we are learning to adapt to being open to change.
So much to say and so little time. Thank you for all your prayers! I hope to be able to write more details soon. We are leaving for Piritininga on Friday night and should have more regular Email access there.
Blessings and Love!
Jesus Ama Voce! (Jesus loves you!)
Jenny
Brazil – An Adventure Extraordinaire - July 02, 2007
I leave tomorrow for Brazil. I cannot believe that it is here. It seemed so far away and there were so many events that were to take place before this trip. But they have all passed and I am here, at the doorway to another adventure. I've been thinking about where I was one year ago. On July 3, 2006 I was just arriving back in Bristol from my 3 week trip to Syria and Lebanon. I had a couple of weeks left in England before heading back to the States. I remember joking around on Independence Day that I couldn't celebrate it till July 21 – because only then would I be free of the British. =) I will be spending another 4th out of the country. It's not the end of the world, but I think I will enjoy celebrating it next year (if I'm in the country). I love the fireworks and BBQ's and time to rest.
I think I caught a virus while I was in England. A virus known as the travel bug. Ever since, I have wanted to go everywhere and experience different cultures and people. I think for so long I was a bit afraid of differences. But the more different people I come across, the more I want to meet. I don't quite know what to expect on this trip. And that is, at the same time, scary but also exciting and liberating.
So, off I go (with Jesus by my side)! I love you all and can't wait to share pictures and stories when I get back.
Thanks for your prayers and well-wishes,
Jenny
Places I want to visit in the future (in no particular order):
-New Zealand
-Japan
-South Africa
-Spain
-Boston
-Washington, DC
-Thailand
-All of Europe
-Chicago
And the list could go on and on.
I think I caught a virus while I was in England. A virus known as the travel bug. Ever since, I have wanted to go everywhere and experience different cultures and people. I think for so long I was a bit afraid of differences. But the more different people I come across, the more I want to meet. I don't quite know what to expect on this trip. And that is, at the same time, scary but also exciting and liberating.
So, off I go (with Jesus by my side)! I love you all and can't wait to share pictures and stories when I get back.
Thanks for your prayers and well-wishes,
Jenny
Places I want to visit in the future (in no particular order):
-New Zealand
-Japan
-South Africa
-Spain
-Boston
-Washington, DC
-Thailand
-All of Europe
-Chicago
And the list could go on and on.
Culture - a lack of understanding - June 20, 2007
So, I received an Email today titled "The most pointless family picture." I was curious and opened the Email and saw a photo of 4 or 5 Muslim women in burquas and a man taking a photo of them together. The punch line of the picture was supposed to be the fact that you can barely see their face, so what's the point. Except, I didn't laugh. It wasn't funny - not at all. I actually was incredibly offended. I asked myself why this was so offensive to me and I immediately thought back to this time last year when I was in Syria and Lebannon. I thought of the women I met and these three women in particular who had their entire faces covered (excepting their eyes). We got in a conversation with them (they were lovely) and one of the women even removed part of her covering to show us her face. She had a huge smile. They were sisters. We saw them an hour later in the souq (market). I think I would have laughed at the photo prior to the trip. But now, having met the people who live there, it's not funny.
Why do we make fun of what we don't understand? Coming back from my year in England and trip to the Middle East, I don't claim to understand cultural differences anymore necessarily. However, I do feel as though I am more at peace with the differences. My travels have been tiny in comparison with the size of the world, but I have been able to places real faces and names and stories with some people from outside the US. And that changes things.
Anyways, sorry if this seems arrogant. I just feel frustrated and wanted to vent.
Jenny
Why do we make fun of what we don't understand? Coming back from my year in England and trip to the Middle East, I don't claim to understand cultural differences anymore necessarily. However, I do feel as though I am more at peace with the differences. My travels have been tiny in comparison with the size of the world, but I have been able to places real faces and names and stories with some people from outside the US. And that changes things.
Anyways, sorry if this seems arrogant. I just feel frustrated and wanted to vent.
Jenny
Road Less Traveled - May 29, 2007
"Two roads diverged in a woodAnd I took the one less traveled byAnd that has made all the difference"Last night, as I was falling asleep, I was thinking about the crossroads I have met in my life and the ones in front of me now. I know which path I want to choose, but there are times when I think of how much easier it would be to follow the well-traveled path. Although it may be easier, there is an excitement in the adventure of less-traveled paths. But opening oneself up to adventure, also means opening oneself up to pain. There is a leap that occurs. It reminds me a bit of the song "Defying Gravity" from the show "Wicked" - of course I'm not a green-skinned witch who is literally learning how to fly. This Fall I will be beginning a Master's program at Biola University. I am very excited, but I also don't know what to expect. And I walk down a wholly new path...
Time - January 26, 2007
I want time
Time to linger
time to think
time to watch
and time to dream
Lie back and watch the sky move across me
Feel the wind softly wisp by
Close my eyes
Shoulders relax
A deep content sigh
A twirling dance
As if no one watches
Laughs that erupt from the deepest of places
A slight smile
As I have time to be in the abundance that surrounds me
Time to linger
time to think
time to watch
and time to dream
Lie back and watch the sky move across me
Feel the wind softly wisp by
Close my eyes
Shoulders relax
A deep content sigh
A twirling dance
As if no one watches
Laughs that erupt from the deepest of places
A slight smile
As I have time to be in the abundance that surrounds me
Does Finals week lead to an increased use of the Bathroom? - December 15, 2006
So, just a random thought I had last week. I noticed that for a couple of days, the bathroom by my office was running low on seat covers. I wondered why this would happen. And then this thought came to me.
Finals = mucho studying = late nights = lots of caffeine = lots of pee = toilet seat covers running low.
It all makes sense!
Ok, so I'm no longer a student, but there's a part of me that really misses student life (even finals - but only marginally).
Have a great weekend and keep on exploring the wild blue yonder!
Jenny
Finals = mucho studying = late nights = lots of caffeine = lots of pee = toilet seat covers running low.
It all makes sense!
Ok, so I'm no longer a student, but there's a part of me that really misses student life (even finals - but only marginally).
Have a great weekend and keep on exploring the wild blue yonder!
Jenny
Ravenous like a Tiger! GRRR - November 21, 2006
So, some of you may have heard me speak of my "Ravenous Like a Tiger" shoes. And maybe some of you have also heard of the song that inspired the name. In Bristol, there was a monthly open-mic night I used to attend. This one guy who performed fairly regularly was named Dr. Joel and he did Indian scat singing (there was a technical term for it, but I can't remember what it's called). One of his songs was called "Ravenous like a Tiger." My friends and I got the biggest kick out of it and today I just found out that he has a music myspace and my favorite song is posted. I think I'll post it on my front page for a bit. Here's his myspace, in case you're interested.
http://www.myspace.com/drjoelmusic
On a completely other note, I feel as though I need to vent about relationships. So, here goes:
VENT!!! RELATIONSHIPS!!! BLAH!!!
I could say more - but this will suffice (there's a lot of feelings behind those three words). I don't need any encouraging words - just need to vent. So, thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving! At least, for all of you in/from the US. For the rest, have a great week!
Your ever devoted friend,
Jennifer Leigh Manglos
http://www.myspace.com/drjoelmusic
On a completely other note, I feel as though I need to vent about relationships. So, here goes:
VENT!!! RELATIONSHIPS!!! BLAH!!!
I could say more - but this will suffice (there's a lot of feelings behind those three words). I don't need any encouraging words - just need to vent. So, thanks.
Happy Thanksgiving! At least, for all of you in/from the US. For the rest, have a great week!
Your ever devoted friend,
Jennifer Leigh Manglos
Thoughts on Fahrenheit 451 & God - October 25, 2006
"I often wonder if God recognizes His own son the way we've dressed him up, or is it dressed him down? He's a regular peppermint stick now, all sugar-crystal and saccharine when he isn't making veiled references to certain commercial products that every worshiper absolutely needs."
-Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury
I've been reading this book for the book group I'm in. It was written over 50 years ago, yet things they mention are a little to familiar. This quote stood out to me today as I was reading during lunch. I think our society has done that today. I was thinking of the view I've had of Jesus – a view I grew up with – and the little tiny American culture box I've tried to squish Him into. And He's so much larger than that.
Anyways, just some thoughts I had on this October afternoon. Not quite autumnal, but perhaps getting there.
-Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury
I've been reading this book for the book group I'm in. It was written over 50 years ago, yet things they mention are a little to familiar. This quote stood out to me today as I was reading during lunch. I think our society has done that today. I was thinking of the view I've had of Jesus – a view I grew up with – and the little tiny American culture box I've tried to squish Him into. And He's so much larger than that.
Anyways, just some thoughts I had on this October afternoon. Not quite autumnal, but perhaps getting there.
Born into Brothels - September 12, 2006
I've been wanting to watch this documentary for 1 1/2 years and finally saw it tonight. I saw the preview for it and it almost moved me to tears. I didn't cry whilst watching it tonight (don't know why - I'm blaming it on culture shock), but it was still incredibly sad to witness the lives these children live.
It's interesting, because I thought it would be very uplifting at the end - and it wasn't. And that's ok. That's life. There is hope for some of the kids, but some of them go back to the brothels. As I think about it now, it seems to me that we have a hard time accepting gifts. We want to do it on our own, but sometimes we need someone's help. These children needed someone to work on their behalf. This one boy who remained in the brothel wanted to attend college, but I honestly don't know how that'd ever happen now.
So, back to the whole "receiving" issue. A few weeks ago some of my friends and I decided that we were going to try to encourage (say positive things, say what we like about the person's character/personality, etc., etc.) each other every time we met. And many of us had a hard time actually listening to someone praise us - we couldn't "receive" this "gift."
Is this sounding weird? I hope it makes some sense. I know this isn't the case for everyone, but I think many of us have a hard time receiving.
On another note, the US embassy in Syria was attacked. I'm pretty sure I walked by it when I was there in June. One of our team members was from Denmark and her embassy had been burnt down following that danish political cartoon last year. So, our embassy isn't burnt down, but at least we're kind of in the same boat. I think I'll send her an Email saying, "You're not the only one." She was really nervous going to Syria being Danish. But everyone was fine about it. Some people there had boycotted Danish products, but by the time we got there they were eating their Lurpak (danish margerine).
Enough for tonight. Thank you for reading my thoughts.
Till next time,
Jenny
It's interesting, because I thought it would be very uplifting at the end - and it wasn't. And that's ok. That's life. There is hope for some of the kids, but some of them go back to the brothels. As I think about it now, it seems to me that we have a hard time accepting gifts. We want to do it on our own, but sometimes we need someone's help. These children needed someone to work on their behalf. This one boy who remained in the brothel wanted to attend college, but I honestly don't know how that'd ever happen now.
So, back to the whole "receiving" issue. A few weeks ago some of my friends and I decided that we were going to try to encourage (say positive things, say what we like about the person's character/personality, etc., etc.) each other every time we met. And many of us had a hard time actually listening to someone praise us - we couldn't "receive" this "gift."
Is this sounding weird? I hope it makes some sense. I know this isn't the case for everyone, but I think many of us have a hard time receiving.
On another note, the US embassy in Syria was attacked. I'm pretty sure I walked by it when I was there in June. One of our team members was from Denmark and her embassy had been burnt down following that danish political cartoon last year. So, our embassy isn't burnt down, but at least we're kind of in the same boat. I think I'll send her an Email saying, "You're not the only one." She was really nervous going to Syria being Danish. But everyone was fine about it. Some people there had boycotted Danish products, but by the time we got there they were eating their Lurpak (danish margerine).
Enough for tonight. Thank you for reading my thoughts.
Till next time,
Jenny
Lucky number 7 - August 28, 2006
An Interesting day. I began my job at Chapman University. As I was walking onto campus, I realized that almost exactly 7 years ago, I was walking onto this very campus as a freshman (today was the first day of fall semester). Weird! I thought about how different I am and how my life has turned out nothing like I thought it would back then. That sounds depressing, but actually, I like where/who I am now. I entered Chapman a very proud 18-year old, convinced I was going to be the next female Steven Speilburg. And in the time that followed I changed majors, tried to study in England (but wasn't able to), left Chapman, attended Cal State Fullerton, spent a summer in Seattle, returned to the church I'd grown up in, spent a year in the corporate world and most recently, lived in Bristol, England for 10 months. Even through every hard, extremely painful moment, I wouldn't exchange it. I don't know if change is the most accurate word to describe this process - I'd rather say I've become more Jennifer Leigh Manglos than ever. That's what my friend Sofie would say. There was a song from her church and one line sang about becoming "more of who I am."
Does that make sense? It does in my head, but sometimes it just doesn't come out the way I intend.
Well, it's off to bed for me.
Thank you for your time,
Jenny
Does that make sense? It does in my head, but sometimes it just doesn't come out the way I intend.
Well, it's off to bed for me.
Thank you for your time,
Jenny
Contradiction - August 11, 2006
I am a walking contradiction. One moment I feel nothing. The next I'm crying, overwhelmed with feelings. Sometimes I feel as though I never left, but the changes I observe usually poke their heads out and remind me that I have left.
My first week here I had all these weird moments, realizing that I could or couldn't do something. I remember that words like "dodgy" and "cheers" aren't familiar here. My first couple of days I kept walking around my house, opening doors and closets and cupboards. Does that make me crazy. I'm such a verbal processor, so it all just pours out of my mouth. And I think some people think I'm weird/crazy, etc. But not everyone. And I also kept thinking how loud everyone was.
I can't wait for this time next year - and I can see where I'm at and all that's happened.
There's so much to say, but I just don't feel like saying it/can't think of what to say. Like I said, I'm a contradiction.
My first week here I had all these weird moments, realizing that I could or couldn't do something. I remember that words like "dodgy" and "cheers" aren't familiar here. My first couple of days I kept walking around my house, opening doors and closets and cupboards. Does that make me crazy. I'm such a verbal processor, so it all just pours out of my mouth. And I think some people think I'm weird/crazy, etc. But not everyone. And I also kept thinking how loud everyone was.
I can't wait for this time next year - and I can see where I'm at and all that's happened.
There's so much to say, but I just don't feel like saying it/can't think of what to say. Like I said, I'm a contradiction.
Back from Syria & Lebanon - July 5, 2005
Ok, I posted something last night, but now it's disappeared. Lame. Anywho, I'm back from Syria and Lebannon. Many stories to tell, to tired to tell/process it all.
But here's one to whet your appetite.
So, we spend a few days in the Syrian desert. One of the days we were at a place called Palmyra, where there are a bunch of ancient ruins. That night we got to have dinner with a Bedouin (nomadic) family. We drove out in the back of a truck as the sun set. We girls dressed as traditionally as possible, including head scarves. The family had three children. The oldest was a 12-year old girl, who ended up playing dress up with by the end of the night. The younger two were boys. The oldest boy was precious. He had this really high pitched voice, but he wasn't at all ashamed of it. I think boys his age in our culture would try to deepen their voices. There was somehting so pure and innocent about it. They showed us their sheep and donkey and bike. Then we sat down for dinner in the tent. The food was great and we ended the night by singing songs for them.
On the way to the Bedouins I joked about our trip saying:
Traditional head scarf: 80 lire
Long skirt: £15
Dining with Bedouins in the middle of the Syrian desert: Priceless
So, I hope you enjoyed this taster of my trip. I'm slowly recovering, however, also preparing to leave England in 2 weeks. Oi.
Have a wonderful Wednesday,
Jenny
BTW, I'm listening to a Lebanese singer called Nancy right now - My Space isn't recognizing her. I don't know what she's singing, but it's fun stuff.
But here's one to whet your appetite.
So, we spend a few days in the Syrian desert. One of the days we were at a place called Palmyra, where there are a bunch of ancient ruins. That night we got to have dinner with a Bedouin (nomadic) family. We drove out in the back of a truck as the sun set. We girls dressed as traditionally as possible, including head scarves. The family had three children. The oldest was a 12-year old girl, who ended up playing dress up with by the end of the night. The younger two were boys. The oldest boy was precious. He had this really high pitched voice, but he wasn't at all ashamed of it. I think boys his age in our culture would try to deepen their voices. There was somehting so pure and innocent about it. They showed us their sheep and donkey and bike. Then we sat down for dinner in the tent. The food was great and we ended the night by singing songs for them.
On the way to the Bedouins I joked about our trip saying:
Traditional head scarf: 80 lire
Long skirt: £15
Dining with Bedouins in the middle of the Syrian desert: Priceless
So, I hope you enjoyed this taster of my trip. I'm slowly recovering, however, also preparing to leave England in 2 weeks. Oi.
Have a wonderful Wednesday,
Jenny
BTW, I'm listening to a Lebanese singer called Nancy right now - My Space isn't recognizing her. I don't know what she's singing, but it's fun stuff.
Recent Writings - April 25, 2006
Growth out of sorrow
Depth from pain
Wisdom emerging from confusion
A phoenix birthed from the ashes
Sitting on a bench, looking down on the ocean.
Breathing in the deep, the wonderfully salty air.
Making new memories and recollecting old ones.
Listening to pure sound; the wind, the lapping waves and that's it.
Greens surround me - in tufts of grass, algae and the emerald shades of the ocean.
I'm invaded by others, but I don't mind. A silly boy in silver trackies - he
just makes me sxmile. Then all gone - and it's just you and me and the
beautiful sea.
When does the hurt end?
When does it get easier?
Why did I sign up for this?
Why did I end up here?
You and You alone - worth it - everything - all - completely.
Questions come and go, but You are unmovable, unchangable, undisputable.
And that I will hold on to - nothing else.
Depth from pain
Wisdom emerging from confusion
A phoenix birthed from the ashes
Sitting on a bench, looking down on the ocean.
Breathing in the deep, the wonderfully salty air.
Making new memories and recollecting old ones.
Listening to pure sound; the wind, the lapping waves and that's it.
Greens surround me - in tufts of grass, algae and the emerald shades of the ocean.
I'm invaded by others, but I don't mind. A silly boy in silver trackies - he
just makes me sxmile. Then all gone - and it's just you and me and the
beautiful sea.
When does the hurt end?
When does it get easier?
Why did I sign up for this?
Why did I end up here?
You and You alone - worth it - everything - all - completely.
Questions come and go, but You are unmovable, unchangable, undisputable.
And that I will hold on to - nothing else.
This Hobbit's Journey to Scotland - February 2006
15 February 2006
Jenny Manglos, world traveller, aboard Easy Jet flight to Glasgow. Or at least that's how I felt whilst boarding the plane. My view out the window is of a British Isle covered in cotten. The sun is rising just to the East, slightly behind the plane. It's a beautiful morning and I'm glad to be alive. I'd like to be able to travel a lot the next few years.
15 February 2006 - 16:20
Right when I got on the bus I spied a rainbow. Beautiful. Chelsea and William met me at the bus station and we walked around Glasgow a bit. The architecture is beautiful and I can't wait to explore. Chelsea and I are going tomorrow. We took the train back to Airdrie and I walked around the town while Chelsea was at work.
20 February 2006
Ah, and my adventures to Scotland end. I had a bril time, despite getting sick.
On Thursday, Chels and I went and explored Glasgow. We started with the Glasgow Cathedral. The stained glass windows were gorgeous. I was really struck by a couple. One in particular showed a young man with his hands open - palms up. The inscription was "They will be done."
We were right by the Neocropolis - which is where all the rich people were buried. I didn't go, but instead went across the street to the oldest building in Glasgow - built in 1491. Chelsea's husband William showed a video from this comedian the night prior. He commented that the place he was born in Glasgow collapsed and wondered what did they know back in 1491 that we don't know today.
Then we walked to the city center and had lunch at Starbucks (surprise, surprise). I got my Scotland Starbucks mug - I'll have quite a collection when I return to the States. Then it was over to the Glasgow Museum of Modern Art. I love art! I love how crazy it can be and how someone can view something in a completely new and unique way. Chelsea was saying how much she loved Monet and a bit later I was wondering how people responded to his work. I mean, we all praise it now, but I bet back then many were confused, weirded out, etc. by it. Quite often, like our response to modern art can be today. Just a thought.
Then we went in hunt of a Body Shop. Chels had never been and I was determined to remedy that. I think I'll miss The Body Shop - although I know they're doing something like Tupperware back in the States. It's just not the same. I love the smell of passion fruit. It's just delicious. =)
After shopping around - but not buying anything - we took a break for coffee. Good times, good talks. Then it was back to Airdrie.
On Friday we were off to Stirling, to visit the castle and the Wallace Monument. Chels & William's friend from church Adrian picked us up from the train station and took us around. First stop was Stirling Castle - my first castle. Yea! I can't imagine living in a castle.
They're in the process of renovating the castle - that must be an incredibly exciting job. When rebuilding, they would often use the existing building. They're re-creating some tapestries and they are beautiful. It's a series of 6 called The Unicorn Hunt. The unicorn represents Christ and it made me think of the unicorn hunt at the end of "The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe." Hmmm...makes you think - or it makes me think at least.
We stopped for a quick sandwhich and were off to the William Wallace Monument. I couldn't help but think of all my guy friends who would be incredibly jealous of my being there. =) It's a large tower, with 246 steps to the top. And I climbed them all 0 and have a certificate to prove it! They have exhibits intersperced throughout the staircase, but they weren't too fascinating. One floor had The Wallace Sword, although I found out later that they're not sure if it's real. Oh well. The view from the top was amazing! Words will never do it justice. The sun was starting to go down and shone down brightly. It was like something from a film. Like, this is the promised land. I was expecting to hear the glorious sounds of a choir.
Back at the train station on our way home, my throat started to hurt. Sure enough, I was getting sick. Despite that, I made myself get up and go to Edinburgh on Saturday, although I altered our plans to made it a simpler, less strenuous day. We went to Edinburgh Castle, which is amazing! It's unbelievable to visit these places, where people, like Mary Queen of Scots, lived. I saw the Scottish crown jewels. They were lost for over 100 years, but were found in the 1800's.
After the castle, we proceeded to walk down the Royal Mile. We were in hunt of a chocolate shop - Plaisur du Choclat. We didn't find it, but did end up at a place called Chocolate Soup. I drank hot chocolate from a soup bowl and it was delicious. The Royal Mile has tons of tourist shops with tons of crazy Scottish goodies.
After our bowls of chocolate, we started walking towards Hard Rock Cafe. I got a really cool top there and it was so nice to have American food. Really, the first since I've been here. I had a pineapple chicken quesadilla. So good!
After that we headed back to Airdrie. Remember, I was sick. So, I wish I could have seen more in Edinburgh, but did what I could. We had a kick back night and watched "10 Things I Hate About You."
Sunday morning we were off to church at Calvary Chapel Glasgow. It's a small church, with lots of friendly peeps, quite a few from the states too. After service we had lunch and went to the movies. We were originally going to visit Loch Lomond, but as I was still sick, I just wasn't up to it.
The movie theaters we were at was amazing! It was a tower of movies. I'll post the picture when I can, but seriously amazing! We saw, "Good Night, and Good Luck," which is a film about Edward R. Murrow and Joseph McCarthy. It just came out here, but it's probably been out in the States forever. Grrr....late UK releases. It really drives me batty.
Anywho, we had another kick back night, watching episodes of "Father Ted." It's this really funny sitcom about a house of Irish Catholic priests. It's very slapstick and over the top, but very funny. The main priest, Father Ted, runs the joint. The oldest priest, Father Jack, is an alcholic, retired priest who only shouts out curses and "Drink!" I forget the youngest priest's name, but his charachter is that of a naive, puppy dog like child. There were only three seasons as the guy who played Father Ted died. So sad.
Today I kicked back and packed for my trip back. I was at the airport so early, but I had a good magazine to read and my beloved Sudoku puzzles - I think I got Chelsea hooked on them during my visit. So, I'm back in Bristol - and I actually felt as if I was home.
Jenny
Jenny Manglos, world traveller, aboard Easy Jet flight to Glasgow. Or at least that's how I felt whilst boarding the plane. My view out the window is of a British Isle covered in cotten. The sun is rising just to the East, slightly behind the plane. It's a beautiful morning and I'm glad to be alive. I'd like to be able to travel a lot the next few years.
15 February 2006 - 16:20
Right when I got on the bus I spied a rainbow. Beautiful. Chelsea and William met me at the bus station and we walked around Glasgow a bit. The architecture is beautiful and I can't wait to explore. Chelsea and I are going tomorrow. We took the train back to Airdrie and I walked around the town while Chelsea was at work.
20 February 2006
Ah, and my adventures to Scotland end. I had a bril time, despite getting sick.
On Thursday, Chels and I went and explored Glasgow. We started with the Glasgow Cathedral. The stained glass windows were gorgeous. I was really struck by a couple. One in particular showed a young man with his hands open - palms up. The inscription was "They will be done."
We were right by the Neocropolis - which is where all the rich people were buried. I didn't go, but instead went across the street to the oldest building in Glasgow - built in 1491. Chelsea's husband William showed a video from this comedian the night prior. He commented that the place he was born in Glasgow collapsed and wondered what did they know back in 1491 that we don't know today.
Then we walked to the city center and had lunch at Starbucks (surprise, surprise). I got my Scotland Starbucks mug - I'll have quite a collection when I return to the States. Then it was over to the Glasgow Museum of Modern Art. I love art! I love how crazy it can be and how someone can view something in a completely new and unique way. Chelsea was saying how much she loved Monet and a bit later I was wondering how people responded to his work. I mean, we all praise it now, but I bet back then many were confused, weirded out, etc. by it. Quite often, like our response to modern art can be today. Just a thought.
Then we went in hunt of a Body Shop. Chels had never been and I was determined to remedy that. I think I'll miss The Body Shop - although I know they're doing something like Tupperware back in the States. It's just not the same. I love the smell of passion fruit. It's just delicious. =)
After shopping around - but not buying anything - we took a break for coffee. Good times, good talks. Then it was back to Airdrie.
On Friday we were off to Stirling, to visit the castle and the Wallace Monument. Chels & William's friend from church Adrian picked us up from the train station and took us around. First stop was Stirling Castle - my first castle. Yea! I can't imagine living in a castle.
They're in the process of renovating the castle - that must be an incredibly exciting job. When rebuilding, they would often use the existing building. They're re-creating some tapestries and they are beautiful. It's a series of 6 called The Unicorn Hunt. The unicorn represents Christ and it made me think of the unicorn hunt at the end of "The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe." Hmmm...makes you think - or it makes me think at least.
We stopped for a quick sandwhich and were off to the William Wallace Monument. I couldn't help but think of all my guy friends who would be incredibly jealous of my being there. =) It's a large tower, with 246 steps to the top. And I climbed them all 0 and have a certificate to prove it! They have exhibits intersperced throughout the staircase, but they weren't too fascinating. One floor had The Wallace Sword, although I found out later that they're not sure if it's real. Oh well. The view from the top was amazing! Words will never do it justice. The sun was starting to go down and shone down brightly. It was like something from a film. Like, this is the promised land. I was expecting to hear the glorious sounds of a choir.
Back at the train station on our way home, my throat started to hurt. Sure enough, I was getting sick. Despite that, I made myself get up and go to Edinburgh on Saturday, although I altered our plans to made it a simpler, less strenuous day. We went to Edinburgh Castle, which is amazing! It's unbelievable to visit these places, where people, like Mary Queen of Scots, lived. I saw the Scottish crown jewels. They were lost for over 100 years, but were found in the 1800's.
After the castle, we proceeded to walk down the Royal Mile. We were in hunt of a chocolate shop - Plaisur du Choclat. We didn't find it, but did end up at a place called Chocolate Soup. I drank hot chocolate from a soup bowl and it was delicious. The Royal Mile has tons of tourist shops with tons of crazy Scottish goodies.
After our bowls of chocolate, we started walking towards Hard Rock Cafe. I got a really cool top there and it was so nice to have American food. Really, the first since I've been here. I had a pineapple chicken quesadilla. So good!
After that we headed back to Airdrie. Remember, I was sick. So, I wish I could have seen more in Edinburgh, but did what I could. We had a kick back night and watched "10 Things I Hate About You."
Sunday morning we were off to church at Calvary Chapel Glasgow. It's a small church, with lots of friendly peeps, quite a few from the states too. After service we had lunch and went to the movies. We were originally going to visit Loch Lomond, but as I was still sick, I just wasn't up to it.
The movie theaters we were at was amazing! It was a tower of movies. I'll post the picture when I can, but seriously amazing! We saw, "Good Night, and Good Luck," which is a film about Edward R. Murrow and Joseph McCarthy. It just came out here, but it's probably been out in the States forever. Grrr....late UK releases. It really drives me batty.
Anywho, we had another kick back night, watching episodes of "Father Ted." It's this really funny sitcom about a house of Irish Catholic priests. It's very slapstick and over the top, but very funny. The main priest, Father Ted, runs the joint. The oldest priest, Father Jack, is an alcholic, retired priest who only shouts out curses and "Drink!" I forget the youngest priest's name, but his charachter is that of a naive, puppy dog like child. There were only three seasons as the guy who played Father Ted died. So sad.
Today I kicked back and packed for my trip back. I was at the airport so early, but I had a good magazine to read and my beloved Sudoku puzzles - I think I got Chelsea hooked on them during my visit. So, I'm back in Bristol - and I actually felt as if I was home.
Jenny
Caught in the Gaze - February 9, 2006
Yesterday I was at this amazing retreat center in the country. I was walking along a stream, looking down at the peaceful trickly of water, when I looked up and was caught in the gaze of a horse. He was across the stream and just staring at me. I don't know quite how to describe my feelings, but I knew my life would never be the same.
A bit later on I saw a duck with the craziest hair do ever. I'm talking Flock of Seagulls. I just wish I had a picture.
And the icing on the cake happened just as we were leaving. My friend Sofie and I wanted to get a picture next to a couple of goats that were chained up and I thought, why not serenade them with my guitar? So, I started playing (Kelly Clarkson, Since You've Been Gone - that song's so cheezy) and the goat approached me - I think he wanted to chew on the guitar strings. We did take pictures, but I don't think we got any of when the goat was really close. Or maybe he was intoxicated by the sounds of angry female pop rock.
A bit later on I saw a duck with the craziest hair do ever. I'm talking Flock of Seagulls. I just wish I had a picture.
And the icing on the cake happened just as we were leaving. My friend Sofie and I wanted to get a picture next to a couple of goats that were chained up and I thought, why not serenade them with my guitar? So, I started playing (Kelly Clarkson, Since You've Been Gone - that song's so cheezy) and the goat approached me - I think he wanted to chew on the guitar strings. We did take pictures, but I don't think we got any of when the goat was really close. Or maybe he was intoxicated by the sounds of angry female pop rock.
My Mexican food party and other things - January 23, 2006
I do apologize for my lack of blogging - however there is an excuse. Last Wednesday I wrote an amazing blog - it was a perfect blend of humour and interesting writing. I talked about Aubergines, my Mexican food party and Pride and Prejudice. And then I went to post it and crazy computer stuff happened. So, no blog. I was so sad and dejected that I couldn't bring myself to blog. Brilliance of that kind can not be replicated and I do not intend to try.
I asked a question about what an aubergine is - I found out that it's what we in the states would call an egg plant. Crazy, huh?
My Mexican food party was so much fun! I made pollo asada and used the wonderful corn tortillas my parents sent over. Then I had refried beans, rice with minced coriander and my friends brought over the most amazing black bean chili. The party started off a bit on the quiet side, but as the night went on, everyone got to know eachother better and soon the conversation was flowing. I think it was mixed reaction on Napoleon Dynamite. Some liked it - some were being polite (those responses sounded like, "That was interesting..."). Watching it made me feel at home and I started using my Napoleon phrases again. Gosh, idiot.
What's your favorite Napoleon Dynamite line? Mine is the one where he goes up to Deb and says, "I see you're drinking 1% milk. Is that because you think your fat? (long pause) Cause you're not..." It cracks me up - especially because he takes forever telling her she's not. And the fact that you'd never say that to a girl and the look on her face - it's just classic.
I had someone ask me about the new Pride & Prejudice and I've decided to give my statement here.
Jenny Manglos does not recommend the viewing of the new Pride & Prejudice film, starring Kiera Knightly. She believes that the BBC version was more than sufficient and there was no need to make another one. She is also disgusted with the choice of Kiera to play her favorite heroine of all times, Elizabeth Bennet. However, in all fairness, it should be stated that Jenny did not watch the new one - she refused to out of principle. I did see a preview of it and was appalled to hear that the diologue was simplified. The beauty about the BBC version is how wonderfully it captures the language of Jane Austen. Please people, just support the BBC version. Can anyone else but Colin Firth ever play Darcy? I think not. I have enjoyed updated versions of the P&P story - Bridget Jones' Diary & Bride and Prejudice. Don't support mediocrity! Boycott the new Pride & Prejudice!
Wow, I'll step off my soap box now. I wasn't intending to rant and rave, but there you go.
I think I'll leave now and let you all digest this blog. It's a bit chunky, so be sure to drink lots of water with it.
I asked a question about what an aubergine is - I found out that it's what we in the states would call an egg plant. Crazy, huh?
My Mexican food party was so much fun! I made pollo asada and used the wonderful corn tortillas my parents sent over. Then I had refried beans, rice with minced coriander and my friends brought over the most amazing black bean chili. The party started off a bit on the quiet side, but as the night went on, everyone got to know eachother better and soon the conversation was flowing. I think it was mixed reaction on Napoleon Dynamite. Some liked it - some were being polite (those responses sounded like, "That was interesting..."). Watching it made me feel at home and I started using my Napoleon phrases again. Gosh, idiot.
What's your favorite Napoleon Dynamite line? Mine is the one where he goes up to Deb and says, "I see you're drinking 1% milk. Is that because you think your fat? (long pause) Cause you're not..." It cracks me up - especially because he takes forever telling her she's not. And the fact that you'd never say that to a girl and the look on her face - it's just classic.
I had someone ask me about the new Pride & Prejudice and I've decided to give my statement here.
Jenny Manglos does not recommend the viewing of the new Pride & Prejudice film, starring Kiera Knightly. She believes that the BBC version was more than sufficient and there was no need to make another one. She is also disgusted with the choice of Kiera to play her favorite heroine of all times, Elizabeth Bennet. However, in all fairness, it should be stated that Jenny did not watch the new one - she refused to out of principle. I did see a preview of it and was appalled to hear that the diologue was simplified. The beauty about the BBC version is how wonderfully it captures the language of Jane Austen. Please people, just support the BBC version. Can anyone else but Colin Firth ever play Darcy? I think not. I have enjoyed updated versions of the P&P story - Bridget Jones' Diary & Bride and Prejudice. Don't support mediocrity! Boycott the new Pride & Prejudice!
Wow, I'll step off my soap box now. I wasn't intending to rant and rave, but there you go.
I think I'll leave now and let you all digest this blog. It's a bit chunky, so be sure to drink lots of water with it.
Trip to London - December 29, 2005
This Hobbit's journey to London
I sit on the train - thinking about my adventures in the city today. I saw all I wanted - and more! My goal during my stay in England is to make little trips to London, instead of one long holiday. Today was my first go. Of course, I'll have to take a coach (bus) next time, as the train was very dear (expensive). But the train takes under 2 hours, where a coach is a 3 hour journey. Oh well - I'll not dwell on this now. So, I arrived in London just before noon and proceeded to take the tubes (underground) to the British Library. The underground in London is amazing! I knew which stop I needed to get to, but didn't have the line name. The tube maps are clear and make sense and I was easily able to navigate my way there.
I had been to London around 7 years ago with my Mom and I had desperately wanted to to to the British Library, but was unable to. And Oh, the many treasures I viewed! My favorite would have to be Jane Austen's "History of England," written in her own hand, iwth her sister's sketches. Heck Yes Jane Austen! I also saw items written in Shakespeare's hand and a copy of the Gutenberg Bible. Actually, I sw many different Bibles - all special in their own way (color printing, hand written, etc.). And there were the original writings of some Beatle's songs - they're all on random scraps of paper, complete with scribbles and crossed out words. Oh, and I almost forgot the sheet music they had. Chopin has such tiny and neat handwriting.
In the Library shop I found a journal - from which this blog was originally written - called "A Hobbit's Journal," which is the inspiration for the title of this entry (Ok, obvious I know). The journal is sweet and has illustrations on the pages.
After my literary journey, I jumped on the tubes and headed over to Oxford Street, which is a street with tons of shops. My Mom and I went there a few times when we were in London. However, these shops are all in Bristol, so it wasn't too exciting.
I walked and walked and ended up by all the theaters, which really made we want to see a show - if I'd though ahead I could have caught a matinee (next time). Some of the shows include: Les Mis, The Lion King, Phantom of the Opera, Mary Poppins, Guys & Dolls, Chicago, Billy Elliot, Mamma Mia and We Will Rock You. There's also a ballet of Edward Scissorhands - how sweet is that? I think I may have to see it. I stopped in a cafe to relax a bit and had some yummy gelatto (Yes, I had ice cream; Yes it was around 0 degrees cel.) and a cup of coffee. I was restored and ready to go.
I discovered that I was just by the National Gallery (art museum). I saw so many wonderful paintings, including works by Monet, Van Gough and Di Vinci. There's something about the way Monet paints water - the more you look at it, the more you're impressed. At first glance it looks like smears of paint, but its all intentional and subtly captures the water's reflections. There's something about seeing these works of art, that you've heard about your whole life, in person.
There was a fascinating exhibit by a current artist named Tom Hunter. His photographs are modern day interpretations of classic paintings. There's one of Ophelia (showing her as she drowns in the water) - I love the original and the photo was wonderful (I found out that the original is at another museum in London - next trip).
So, I walked out of the National Gallery and had a beautiful view of Trafalgar Square. There was a beautiful Christmas tree and in the background, Big Ben. I decided to walk towards Big Ben. Along the way I passed by some weird guard ceremony (it wasn't the changing of the guards - there were 4 guards and they walked around and people took pictures) - I honestly don't quite know where I was then. I was close to Downing Street - Even got a picture of the street sign. I stopped in and had Tea with Tony Blair, where we talked of the need of Marmite & Robbie Williams bans...
After a few more minutes I was at Big Ben and the Thames river. I walked across a bridge and came face to face with the London Eye (the huge, monstrous Ferris Wheel). There was a huge line - but I decided prior to coming that I did not have a desire to go on - it's really expensive, you wait forever in a line and it goes by quite fast I hear.
Right by there was an Anime exhibit. I jumped in and thought of all my anime loving friends back home. I continued to walk along the Thames and ended up at a place called The National Theater - I know they show movies, but I think it's much more than that (again, next trip). I started to walk back, stopped by Tesco's (a market in England) to grab some dinner on the go, went underground to catch a tube to Paddington Station and arrived just in time for the next train to Bristol. And what a perfect end to my day of adventures, but a lovely snow fall.
So, that was my day in London - I can't wait to go back!
Today, I've been running around Bristol getting my outfit ready for the New Year's Eve Party tomorrow night (going as Jane Bond). Still trying to find a bow tie.
Have a fun and safe New Year's and I'll talk to you next year (remember when you were a kid in school and would always say that as you left for Christmas break and you thought you were so cleaver?)!
I sit on the train - thinking about my adventures in the city today. I saw all I wanted - and more! My goal during my stay in England is to make little trips to London, instead of one long holiday. Today was my first go. Of course, I'll have to take a coach (bus) next time, as the train was very dear (expensive). But the train takes under 2 hours, where a coach is a 3 hour journey. Oh well - I'll not dwell on this now. So, I arrived in London just before noon and proceeded to take the tubes (underground) to the British Library. The underground in London is amazing! I knew which stop I needed to get to, but didn't have the line name. The tube maps are clear and make sense and I was easily able to navigate my way there.
I had been to London around 7 years ago with my Mom and I had desperately wanted to to to the British Library, but was unable to. And Oh, the many treasures I viewed! My favorite would have to be Jane Austen's "History of England," written in her own hand, iwth her sister's sketches. Heck Yes Jane Austen! I also saw items written in Shakespeare's hand and a copy of the Gutenberg Bible. Actually, I sw many different Bibles - all special in their own way (color printing, hand written, etc.). And there were the original writings of some Beatle's songs - they're all on random scraps of paper, complete with scribbles and crossed out words. Oh, and I almost forgot the sheet music they had. Chopin has such tiny and neat handwriting.
In the Library shop I found a journal - from which this blog was originally written - called "A Hobbit's Journal," which is the inspiration for the title of this entry (Ok, obvious I know). The journal is sweet and has illustrations on the pages.
After my literary journey, I jumped on the tubes and headed over to Oxford Street, which is a street with tons of shops. My Mom and I went there a few times when we were in London. However, these shops are all in Bristol, so it wasn't too exciting.
I walked and walked and ended up by all the theaters, which really made we want to see a show - if I'd though ahead I could have caught a matinee (next time). Some of the shows include: Les Mis, The Lion King, Phantom of the Opera, Mary Poppins, Guys & Dolls, Chicago, Billy Elliot, Mamma Mia and We Will Rock You. There's also a ballet of Edward Scissorhands - how sweet is that? I think I may have to see it. I stopped in a cafe to relax a bit and had some yummy gelatto (Yes, I had ice cream; Yes it was around 0 degrees cel.) and a cup of coffee. I was restored and ready to go.
I discovered that I was just by the National Gallery (art museum). I saw so many wonderful paintings, including works by Monet, Van Gough and Di Vinci. There's something about the way Monet paints water - the more you look at it, the more you're impressed. At first glance it looks like smears of paint, but its all intentional and subtly captures the water's reflections. There's something about seeing these works of art, that you've heard about your whole life, in person.
There was a fascinating exhibit by a current artist named Tom Hunter. His photographs are modern day interpretations of classic paintings. There's one of Ophelia (showing her as she drowns in the water) - I love the original and the photo was wonderful (I found out that the original is at another museum in London - next trip).
So, I walked out of the National Gallery and had a beautiful view of Trafalgar Square. There was a beautiful Christmas tree and in the background, Big Ben. I decided to walk towards Big Ben. Along the way I passed by some weird guard ceremony (it wasn't the changing of the guards - there were 4 guards and they walked around and people took pictures) - I honestly don't quite know where I was then. I was close to Downing Street - Even got a picture of the street sign. I stopped in and had Tea with Tony Blair, where we talked of the need of Marmite & Robbie Williams bans...
After a few more minutes I was at Big Ben and the Thames river. I walked across a bridge and came face to face with the London Eye (the huge, monstrous Ferris Wheel). There was a huge line - but I decided prior to coming that I did not have a desire to go on - it's really expensive, you wait forever in a line and it goes by quite fast I hear.
Right by there was an Anime exhibit. I jumped in and thought of all my anime loving friends back home. I continued to walk along the Thames and ended up at a place called The National Theater - I know they show movies, but I think it's much more than that (again, next trip). I started to walk back, stopped by Tesco's (a market in England) to grab some dinner on the go, went underground to catch a tube to Paddington Station and arrived just in time for the next train to Bristol. And what a perfect end to my day of adventures, but a lovely snow fall.
So, that was my day in London - I can't wait to go back!
Today, I've been running around Bristol getting my outfit ready for the New Year's Eve Party tomorrow night (going as Jane Bond). Still trying to find a bow tie.
Have a fun and safe New Year's and I'll talk to you next year (remember when you were a kid in school and would always say that as you left for Christmas break and you thought you were so cleaver?)!
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