Friday, August 29, 2008

The Saints

My fun friend Holly, whom we like to call The New Holly since we already had one who left us for some seriously prolific and literary adventures, was explaining how she did us a solid this week (being a kind Mormon apologist among those who think we are weirdos) with some of her co-workers by paying us a great compliment about the strength of our community. She was referring to the one she has the most experience with, which is a little Triangle contingent, with special dispensations for our Boston, New York, and Portland arms. (Ditchers.)

She observes -- and often helps with, bless her -- the myriad things we Mormons do together; some relaxing and fun, some extremely stressful and tremendous amounts of work, some worshipful and quieter and calmer. While it's true that not all of us feel connected to our larger ward community all the time, there is always someone here or there with whom you can find a connection. Mormons don't have a corner on this market by any means, but, like in other close-knit communities, deeply-felt spoken and unspoken beliefs entitle you to belong.

The universe of blogging has added a new dimension to that dynamic. There is a tremendous network of (mostly women) Mormon bloggers with all kinds of angles: Design, Sewing, Cooking, Mommying (this is maybe the biggest category, unsurprisingly), The World We Live in and Life in General (every good Mormon girl's favorite slow song, at least where I come from) and these women wear their beliefs with varying levels of transparency.

I don't read too many of them regularly, but I do stop by now and then, and among the happysad times of cjane (whose husband I know from college, in a bit of common Mormon kismet), there was this tragedy of her sister and brother-in-law being critically injured in a plane crash. Reading this news does no favors to my distrust of small planes (ahem, Donnie), and among the sympathetic feelings stirred up by helplessly observing the sadness of strangers -- particularly because it's someone's family -- I have been frankly surprised by the response of the regular readers (certainly not all Mormons) of their family's blogs. Balloon releases, prayers, cards, auctions, and what's looking like lots of money, and that's just the stuff we know about.

I don't mean to be skeptical, because it's really moving, but I can't stop analyzing the phenomenon. I am trying to put it in the context of something else outside of the internet, and I thought of the time when I went to a hot dog supper & bluegrass concert at a school to raise money for a teenager's leukemia treatment. He was (he passed away not long after, bless him) a friend of a friend, and part of my neighborhood, such as it is. But it's not exactly the same, because for one thing, I got a tangible item (hot dogs, mmmm), and it wasn't like I personally heard about it from a flyer at Jerry's and showed up with $50, if you see my point.

A reward is not why we ought to be altruistic, certainly, but there is often something given in return (advertising, a tote bag) for donating to a cause where the person or need is not personally known or connected to you. There is a grand tradition of making donations to strangers or global needs in the name of empathy, but in my experience, that has been more commonly achieved through the vehicles of organizations like the Red Cross or our church's Humanitarian Aid fund. Or, like in the case of Katrina or 9/11, a not-personally-known to me celebrity-type has been the one asking for it on television, and strangers' donations were at least partly in response to seeing your favorite musician or actor ask for it. The anonymity of a large body doing the collecting and dispersing, and possibly mailing your mug to you, has seemed more safe and effective, if you will; it's the traditional model.

All of which is not to say that I think it's weird or that anyone is running a scam, just . . . something new to me in the internet world. I guess people's support in whatever way reflects how they have come to feel a part of cjane's and nie nie's lives, which is, at times, probably both a blessing and a burden to them, but one that comes with the territory of opening at least some portion of your life to the internet, and especially to a community which thrives on shared experience. People like when others say what they think, only better, funnier, with more gravitas, and the compliments flood in via the comments. And I've come to the conclusion that people like to see where their charity is going and believe that it will make a personal difference, especially in the continued shared stories through the blogs.

So I guess why not, right? Why not try to give something back in a time of such need; why not, when, in our experiences with people's sadness in our real lives, we often feel helpless and unable to find anything to give to real and complex grief. Maybe joining this community with an offering both builds it and stands surrogate for the time when we couldn't find the right thing to do.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Product Review: Givenchy Phenomen'Eyes


For the past forever, I've been using Great Lash Very Black over the top of Shiseido Mascara Base. Great Lash is cheap as can be; Shiseido is not, but I am sort of anal when it comes to mascara application. I haven't tried tons of expensive mascaras, mostly because I thought the base was doing all the work and Great Lash was making up the minimal difference. I have certainly tried pretty much everything you can buy at the drugstore, which is how I landed where I did.

Turns out now there exists in the world this most crazy-looking brush coated with marvy mascara and costing more than you would ever think is reasonable to pay for such a thing.

Givenchy Phenomen'Eyes (I have NO idea what is going on with that punctuation there) for a cool $27, looking for all the world like a Viking club doohickey with spikes.


But it does some seriously good work, as evidenced by my scary closeup here (PS that little hole on the bottom lashes is a chicken pox scar, not a miss by the mascara club):


It's pretty much exactly what I expect from a mascara: pretty extensive coverage of all the different lengths and extension of the outer corner lashes with very minimal clumping. That has always been my problem with Great Lash - lots and lots of wiping off the brush before application to avoid some serious clumps. Also: really messy tube. This brush might seem like more of a hassle, but its shape pretty well mimics how I use a more traditional brush, anyway - I tend to just use the end to cover smaller swatches, so this shape really facilitates a more even and careful application. And did I mention no clumps?!

I don't know that my eyes are phenomenal, because I have kind of wimpy lashes. Everyone knows that mascara advertising is filled with devious trickery and fake lashes all around, so to have something (especially something this expensive) actually perform is quite refreshing.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

We've had a little rain

6.12 inches, in fact. Water was gushing like mad on a downward path to the river, but before I knew all that, I woke up Wednesday morning to its pounding on the tin roof and I had a feeling of utter contentment, which I haven't felt for a few weeks. And I had two memories, one recent, one ancient.

I remembered a similar rainstorm one weekend in Paradise. It was probably a weekend trip for someone's baptism and it was dark early, but not winter, because T and I opened her bedroom window to hear the rain fall. It was at the Rocky Lane house, with its Victorian (was it?) sensibilities and am I carzy or was there wallpaper on the gable ceilings in the girls' room? I know we found The Carpenters Greatest Hits tape and played "Rainy Days and Mondays" a few hundred times. Probably wore the tape out.

The other one that calmed me in my semi-sleep was just a few weeks ago in Oregon. On our trip back from Tahoe, Bean pulled onto a frontage road for me to take what could have been one of the greatest photos ever, but to get the right compsition I should have gone further into the field and I was already over the barbed wire fence on their private property and I could see a body watching from the screen door of the house trailer. So I chickened out and only got close enough for this:

Amazing subject, sad composition. If you click on it, you'll see why. I was really disappointed because we were discussing art at my house recently with Bean, and she was saying she doesn't really have the fire to think too hard about art for her walls, and if that photo had been awesome, she would have hung it up. I wanted it to be awesome for her, but instead when I got back to the van I saw, on the ground, a broken piece of 1x6 with nails sicking out of it - pokey side up, do I need to say? Her back tire was dramatically perched on the board between the 2 nails, and I thought we dodged the flat. But the next morning, we found that the front tire had already had its day with the nails and it was deflated - "soggy," according to Owie.

So Bean, Heff, and the boys and I took a trip to Costco for flat repair and lunch. It was totally packed with Eugenians (?) in their bad clothes but we found a table and had some pizza and hot dogs, churros and berry sundaes, and plenty of Coke and Owie's "picey stuff" Sprite.

We were there for about an hour, and I can't tell you exactly why it was so nice, but it was perfect in that way that unexpected family plans can be the most memorable. I remember it with the kinds of feelings that are peaceful, truly happy, free, and eternal in that way that there aren't words to adequately describe.

Frogs and snails

Northgate Mall, July 14, 2008

Friday, August 22, 2008

With no offense to my Pops,

And no offense to the Reader's Digest "Humor in Real Life" division, this I received from a person younger than I with the subject line "Funny Email" which just tells you right there something not at all funny is coming behind the click.

What I do think is amusing about it is not the subject matter or the way in which it is presented like it actually occurred, but the path it took to end up in my inbox.

I like to think it happened like this: someone FWD: Fwd: fwd: FWD: fwd it to John Beahan, who is most definitely of the generation before ours, and let's say his sister-in-law is a features editor at the local paper somewhere in the Midwest. So John sends it along with some sort of addition at the top: "SCROLL DOWN YOU WONT BE DISAPPOINTED HA HA HA LOL" and it was so funny, Judy the features editor was so tickled, she had to print it in the newspaper. An email forward. In the newspaper.

And then the next baby boomer read it, got a chuckle, shared it with Martha over breakfast, folded his newspaper up and asked his granddaughter the second-grader to scan it and FWD: it back to him so it could begin its journey as a bad scan and end up here, where I will mock it. The end.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

At the track

Something just happened - all the Formula cars slowed down by where I'm sitting, and then all the emergency vehicles + one backhoe (and two old-school cars, inexplicably) just drove by.

If the announcer man would speak slower I might have caught what the emergency is, or at least the gist, but he's done talking about it, so while we wait, what's coming through the horribly crackly speaker zip-tied to the fence is a medley of oldies 50s to 90s, not sung by their original musicians, mind you, but by French speakers, so that some verses are in French or sung with a French accent. We were just treated to "The Times, They Are a Changin'" and "Roll Out the Barrels," and now it's "The Marcarena." And a girl is doing it on the bleachers. There aren't enough words in either language to describe the pain. And I'm wearing ear plugs.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Bobble

So, yeah, Alicia Sacramone lost the gold for the Americans and totally fell apart under the horrifying gymnastic pressure, but the whole debacle was made worse by the Debbie Downer, doomsday commentators Elfie and Tim and that other guy who doesn't actually seem to have ever been a gymnast. I'm watching the all-around final on Canadian NBC from this hotel in the Québec countryside and these commentators are just so much more zen about the whole thing. They tell us the mandatory eight-tenths deductions for falling on your booty on the vault, sure, but without the gasping and the proclamations of disaster. Tim and the other dude are so grandpa-cynical about it all (they hardly ever let Elfie get a word in), and most of the time the score doesn't match the drama-queening. And oh my gosh, shut up already about the disappointing Romanians. We get it.

Also, they just said Naaaadia (as in baaa) Comaneci like good Canadians.

(P.S. That one Chinese girl is 12 if she's a day, but I still wish not-Tim would shut the h up about how we need to decide for ourselves if they're lying their heads off and they forged a birth certificate when they pulled her out of the circus to train in the scary gymnastic machine.)

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Back from vacay

Here are the reasons my trip to Lake Tahoe and Oregon were in the category of awesome, very:

Funny little boys

Plenty of Diet Coke

Grandmas in funny swimsuit cover-ups (who haven't yet discovered the beauty of board shorts)

Breaking Dawn (ohmygoshitsfinallyhere!!!!thebestbookever!11!!!) (with my apologies to Trav)

The Hall of Mirrors in the House Built by Leprechans
(possibly 2-way with cameras behind them? What say you, Robert Whilhelmy?)

Super fun times taking family pictures on a bench which broke soon after

Fabulous cousins and siblings and goodbye hugging

The Lake (Wateeee!)

Swimming in clear, refreshing snow melt

Cutest baby boozies

Cutest little blonde girls and Opa

Clean mountain air and clear blue skies

California (sigh)

Oregon, through the windshield - even Pacific Northwest-y through filthy glass

Monday, August 11, 2008

You might have heard that California is on fire

Just outside Yreka at around 5 pm.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Picking blackberries in Springfield, Oregon

We found these by the Willamette River and by the By-Gully Bike and Walking Path. They are sweet and super juicy. Bean made fruit salad and Ellie Krieger's coffee cake. Mmm.