The post you’ve been waiting for!

By this point, I feel like you’ve probably heard my visa story. My friend know it, my family knows it, my coworkers know it, heck I feel like people in outer space know it. For months I have been telling the same story over and over again and now, finally I can say, “Actually, I have some good news!” That’s right, as of today, my visa application is officially (finally) proceeding as normal! I plan on celebrating by going to bed early and bamishing the word “visa” from my vocabulary for at least 24 hours.


Poem of Week 

(follow the link for the rest)

And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu : The Poetry Foundation

Today there has been so much talk of things exploding

into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we

all run outside into the hot streets

and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones

Source: And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu : The Poetry Foundation

End of the Year

I’ve been swallowed up by finals and then the holidays (plus a very distracting broken finger).

I read a surprisingly large amount of books this year considering that I was in school

I’ve been going through Sarah Jampel’s “food to make” board for ideas

Mount Philo came out with an EP and I’m really excited

I will definitely be making homemade General Tso’s Tofu

Malaak: Angel of Peace wrapped up this week. I would highly recommend it. I would also recommend checking out Joumana’s blog for some great insights into the process of making it

I modified this tutorial to make a hair piece for my friend’s birthday

Make your own neurons

The difference between nurses and doctors; this morning my brother told me that there was no difference between my wanting to be a nurse or a doctor, I disagree (as do my parents).


Poem of the Week and Thoughts on November (+ links)

Given that November will end in only a few days, I feel okay giving a summary of the month today when I sort of have time. I’m going to try a new method of summarizing, we’ll see if it sticks.

November has been a long month. It feels like it’s been a million years since the beginning of the month. November stretches from hell week through midterms to Thanksgiving break. I desperately wanted to do NaNoWriMo but it simply wasn’t to be. I was able to find other ways to be creative and I had a good year at the craft fair even though it was quite a haul to get there. The weather was unseasonably warm for most of the month and once the play was over, I was able to find more time for myself. Here’s looking forward to December.

November by the Numbers
Number of times I felt like giving up – embarrassingly high
Number of nights I went to bed before midnight – maybe 5
Number of times I regretted ever signing up for theatre – so many
Number of successful performances of Flare Path – 3
Number of hours spent fighting with the printer – at least 12
Number of days I called in sick to work – 2
Number of classes I skipped – 1
Number of times I went from school to home or home to school – 6
Number of parents who visited me 3
Number of friends times I went out on the weekend – 1
Number of plays seen 2 (counting Flare Path)
Number of tests failed – miraculously 0
Number of overdue library books – 2
Number of late assignments – 0
Number of books read – 6
Number of things I have to be thankful for – too many to count

Poem of the Week

Life has loveliness to sell,
All beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
Soaring fire that sways and sings,
And children’s faces looking up
Holding wonder like a cup.
Life has loveliness to sell,
Music like a curve of gold,
Scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold,
And for your spirit’s still delight,
Holy thoughts that star the night.
Spend all you have for loveliness,
Buy it and never count the cost;
For one white singing hour of peace
Count many a year of strife well lost,
And for a breath of ecstasy
Give all you have been, or could be.

StoryCorps is a national storytelling initiative
Top ten fictional weather events makes for fun reading
This food and travel blog has beautiful photos
I miss crocheting I don’t really have time but I can’t help but look atpinterest boards and dream
These little moles are so sweet

Links and Thoughts

I’ve been incredibly busy for the past two weeks (or two months really) but I have gotten through midterms and the show I was stage managing closed last weekend. I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking through my life lightly and like I might finally be starting to wake up.


A professional version of play I stage managed is actually touring in London right now.

Speaking of plays, I was reading about the Synetic version of the Tempestfor my design class, I would have loved to see it performed. And I’m still not over the Deaf West version of Spring Awakening which is another that I would love to see.

As the holidays approach, I have pie recipes on my mind. I’m thinking of trying a sort of sweet potato meringue this year as a sort of tribute to the sweet potato casseroles that graced our table as a child. I want to modify asweet potato soufflé recipe, put it in some sort of whole grain crust like this one or this one and top it with maple meringue.

Speaking of childhood recipes I have church cookbooks on the brain and I’m trying to replicate a tater-tot casserole that’s hard to forget.

I’m going to see a student production tonight, my friend is directing and it’ll be the first time I’ve gone out in over a month. I’m really looking forward to it.

Links and Thoughts

Treating brassica stems like bones in cooking
Rice pudding and homesickness
My pattern inspiration board

I moved back to school this week and I am getting back into the swing of having classes. It s strange to think that it’s been nearly two years since I spent any time in a lab. Fall is my favorite time of year. I love the way that it feels like the whole world is bending in close to sing one last lullaby before going to bed for the Winter. And yet this year, I’m struggling. I feel as if I am standing on unsteady ground sinking deeper with every breath. The homesickness is hitting me hard this year but I am not homesick for the home that I go to but for the one that I can’t get back anymore. I simply have to remind myself that I am walking forward. As long as I keep moving, I will continue to grow and in time, this cloud will be but a distant memory.