tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62266982011-05-18T11:37:30.900-07:00Sweet Caroline Good times never seemed so good...Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comBlogger261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1106538926208203742005-01-23T19:30:00.000-08:002005-01-23T19:55:26.206-08:003, 2 , 1....
And just like that, the short-lived era of Caroline's blog is over.
Not that it was a particularly noteworthy, thought-provoking, or exciting blog. Just some random space to jot down thoughts when they struck me. Unfortunately, I can't seem to pin down the time to make this what I'd really like it to be. Most of the time, I end up posting when I'm at the point of explosion from Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1105666639412558222005-01-13T17:05:00.000-08:002005-01-13T17:37:19.413-08:00Notes from Washington
Several things related to the upcoming inauguration that nauseate me:
1) A cool $40 million dropped to fund all of this hoopla-- does anyone else think that's a ridiculous amount to spend in light of the tragedies spinning out all over the globe (tsunamis, destruction in the Middle East, genocide in Africa, etc etc)? Lest you think that I'm pointing the finger only at theCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1101948810313962272004-12-01T19:48:00.000-08:002004-12-01T16:53:30.313-08:00I take it back. The past is nice for a visit, but on the whole, I'd rather live in the present. It's a sweet life, and I don't thank God enough for the many blessings I have: family, friends, work, happiness and health, education, love and joy.
Because without the bitter, the sweet just ain't so sweet.
Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1101689904831863012004-11-28T19:52:00.000-08:002004-11-28T16:58:24.833-08:00Back At It Again - A Disjointed, Multi-Subject Post
It's been awhile since I've updated..I've never been good with maintaining anything that requires even a tiny bit of technological expertise, so frankly we should all be surprised that I have a blog in the first place. :o) But nonetheless, this my first post since my pre-election gloom and doom predictions. Whatever. It's all said and done Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1098806658926277552004-10-26T08:54:00.000-07:002004-10-26T09:04:18.926-07:00Well, ain't that a kick in the teeth.
In other news, I am very worried about the ability of the American electorate to make a rational, sound decision next Tuesday. I realize it's very hard to work past the issue-less mantras [repeated ad nauseum- a very effective campaign tool no doubt, as is the utilization of The Politics of Fear, but that's a whole new can of worms], but America, please, Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1097370912196692092004-10-09T17:50:00.000-07:002004-10-11T13:27:32.926-07:00O, there are ten thousand charms
I memorize the lullabies of dwindling lives
The lay of the land, the touch of each hand
We lose by and by
I knew I was trading on things that I didn't have
The things I didn't have...
-Indigo Girls, Cordova
Things are good now in a way I don't think I could have imagined they'd be six months or a year ago. Although it's a bit odd to be away from CharlottesvilleCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1096410089558771672004-09-28T14:58:00.000-07:002004-09-29T15:34:22.600-07:00Homecomings
(Warning: this post might strike you as overly sentimental. You've been warned, so take it as is!)
Almost heaven, West Virginia
Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River
Life is old there, older than the trees
Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place, I be-long
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads...
I first Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1090334243073772952004-07-20T07:13:00.000-07:002004-07-20T07:37:23.073-07:00"Heart of my own heart, whatever befall..."
Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
naught be all else to me, save that thou art.
Thou my best thought, by day or by night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.
Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
Thou and thou only, first in my heart,
Great God of heaven, my treasure thou art.
Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1088887409734318102004-07-03T13:28:00.000-07:002004-07-03T13:49:02.436-07:00So far, so good...
I've been meaning to write a post about Toby Keith and patriotism (or a flimsy representation of patriotism) but I haven't had the patience to sit down and throw myself into it. Blogging is made much more difficult when dealing with an old computer and dial-up internet. The post is in the works; fear not, loyal readers.
That being said, my summer is flowing along grandly, Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1086990249712478522004-06-11T14:11:00.000-07:002004-06-15T16:51:50.853-07:00A Massive Catch-Up Post
Hello all! I realize it has been far too long since I updated this, but between graduation madness, traveling, and slow-as-all-get-out dial-up internet, I've not been able to post anything for while. So let me throw out the mad-dash recap:
May 8-14: Beach week with Wesley friends at Duck, NC. A supremely wonderful week of relaxation, sunshine, and pure laziness. JustCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1083959679174583322004-05-07T12:36:00.000-07:002004-05-07T13:00:55.153-07:00A Thoughtful Question
When does a religious group/sect cross the line and become a cult? What are the distinguising features that characterize honest, traditional, and Christ-centered worship, and what constitutes a group that masquerades as Christian, while dictating the rules according to human constructs?
I've just been thinking about some of the many sects/groups/cults associated with Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1083872403486083772004-05-06T12:19:00.000-07:002004-05-06T12:44:30.110-07:00Fin...at last!
Today I took the last final of my undergraduate career. Wow...it feels good to have all the studying and craziness and work behind me, but what a strange feeling it is to be all done. This afternoon, after selling back a few books for a pitiful $11, I rambled on down to the Corner for some window-shopping on a beautiful day. As I wandered, I started thinking about all of the Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1082782138654877762004-04-23T21:14:00.000-07:002004-04-23T21:53:08.030-07:00Nostalgia
Memories have been on my mind lately. On Sunday, I'm going to be talking about my four years at Wesley, and after some initial writer's block, I'm finding that I can't stop the memories from crowding my mind. I don't know how to put the experiences of four long years into words. And the deeper I go down memory lane, the more I am remembering the good times I've had here. So for noCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1081877943623246232004-04-13T09:59:00.000-07:002004-04-13T10:49:09.263-07:00These are the days...
Wow. Sometime in the middle of last week, it really struck me that graduation is fast approaching. My parents are receiving Finals info daily, it seems, and little reminders seem to pop up all the time. Nostalgia truly set in, however, when I saw the massive photo collage that Sasha made of all the graduates- if you haven't yet seen it in the dining room of the Wesley Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1081293226612058292004-04-06T16:01:00.000-07:002004-04-06T16:17:32.593-07:00If you haven't yet noticed...
Spring is in the air. Yes, it was tragically cold yesterday (36 degrees, "feels like 25" with the wind chill...ouch!), but today April redeemed itself with balmy breezes and blue skies. I myself enjoyed a good swing in the hammock, reading until my eyes closed and I succumbed to the power of the sunshine. It was delightful.
I also had a really excellent run Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1081121305441677072004-04-04T15:51:00.000-07:002004-04-04T16:34:50.310-07:00Grace and Graciousness
I've been thinking a lot lately about graciousness, and to what extent it should drive our actions and behavior toward others. The difficulty in maintaining a distinctly 'Christian' attitude when faced with insult or injustice (or the difficulty as I see it) is striking that delicate balance between turning the other cheek, thus running the risk of being humiliated and/orCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1080610914641883332004-03-29T17:41:00.000-08:002004-03-29T17:45:29.360-08:00Okay, okay...I know that I have much more important work to do tonight than updating the ol' blog. But thanks to Brian Lee, I am now figuring out how to do things like link to other people's pages...and link to pictures! Go me, the computer-illiterate nerd...
For those of you who missed the California/Arizona Spring Break trip, here's a sampling of photos, courtesy of Mr. Jobe. Thanks Eddie!Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1079363711774557172004-03-15T07:09:00.000-08:002004-03-15T07:18:27.060-08:00Coming down again
If I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, I can still feel my eyes squinting against the California sun and my toes curling in the sand. If I can imagine the vast Pacific again, with its sparkling green-blue waves, I can at least remember how I felt then. Now I am back in Charlottesville, hurting inside and out, and wishing with all my life that I could return to someplace Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1078244696784215692004-03-02T08:07:00.000-08:002004-03-02T08:27:54.170-08:00I Like...
I like the weather today. It's not sunny, but although I usually prefer sun and a cloudless sky, I'd have to agree with Will today that the light is perfect on a cloudy day. The air is balmy and fresh, with a little tang in it. Although C'ville is a solid 2, 3 hours from the coast, today the weather in this mountainous city feels beachy. It reminds me of windy walks along the shoreCarolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1077399808452773122004-02-21T13:00:00.000-08:002004-02-21T14:54:15.233-08:00I've really done myself a disservice by essentially giving up on writing since I came to college. Sure, I still crank out the standard 8-10 pagers and the occasional research paper, but I don't *write* anymore. Throughout elementary school, junior high, and high school, I wrote creatively: short stories, poems, narratives, journal entries, and so on. When I was little, I wrote a series of Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1076228060241534502004-02-07T23:49:00.000-08:002004-02-08T00:16:45.670-08:00"...with blessings all 'round"
Blessings. Abundant blessings, and abounding grace.
That's all I could think of as I left the Cookie Bake at 2:30 a.m. this morning, exhausted but completely satisfied. This year's bake went extremely well, if I do say so myself. We had a smaller group than in years past, but it was a fiercely dedicated one. The baking commenced Friday at 3 p.m., and didn't Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1076037515853197432004-02-05T18:55:00.000-08:002004-02-05T19:23:16.950-08:00There has to be a change, I'm sure
Today was just a day fading into another
And that can't be what a life is for
Only thing she said was she feels a lot better
And that's all that really matters to me
We've waited so long
For someone to take us back home
It just takes so long
Meanwhile the days go drifting away
And some of us sink like a stone
Hmmm...now why am I blogging tonight? There are Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1074713573999801192004-01-21T14:25:00.000-08:002004-01-22T08:06:53.233-08:00Ahhhh. Feeling a bit stretched thin already. It's only the second week of class, and my, how rapidly things are piling up again. I know that I should feel grateful for the things that I CAN do...that it's an honor to be entrusted with responsibilities and duties, and a blessing to be able to afford a wonderful education. But the pressure of days is leaving me feeling cranky and resentful (Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1074094858621274322004-01-14T07:31:00.000-08:002004-01-14T07:42:49.780-08:00Ahh, yes....
After a hiatus of several weeks, the blog is back in action! Call me technologically challenged, call me what you will, but a failed attempt to place comments on my page resulted in "Done, but with errors on the page." However, with some tweaking of the ol' blog by Gampy, I'm back online...
So here it is, the first day of my last semester of classes as an undergraduate. Strange.Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1072031018277128492003-12-21T10:03:00.000-08:002003-12-21T10:28:23.913-08:00Ahhh, holiday parties...
Last night was a double whammy of the West Springfield Christmas party phenomenon. 5 o'clock found Mom, Dad, and I at the Walsh's, drinking some kind of punch that was seductively satiating, as well as Peruvian brandy. Note to self: eat more and drink less at these functions. Nonetheless, it was a good time. Highlights include the Santa who appeared (along with a Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226698.post-1071858306167199202003-12-19T10:05:00.000-08:002003-12-19T10:34:44.700-08:00Why not? Jumping on the bandwagon, I suppose! Maybe this will force me to take up writing in a "journal" again- a habit long neglected from schoolwork, meetings, and not enough free time. We'll see how faithful to writing I remain...
Here at GULC for the day. I worked yesterday as well, and it's nice to be back. All yesterday, I kept running into people who would look at me twice, and then Carolinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06911613847292455694noreply@blogger.com