Rhapsody in Black

Designed to Make You Feel Like the Sane One

Friday, July 09, 2004

Blog Series Digression
I wanted to let you all know that I have changed my name. My new name is Sarah, not because I absolutely love the name, but because it is so easy to remember (to my friend Sarah thousand pardons). Apparently Erica is such an unusual name to remember, so calling me Erin, Beth, Anna, Melanie, Jessica, Carrie, Belinda, Mary etc. is much easier for you. Fortunately for you I never say a word. But now I am lashing out and changing my name (not legally). What really bugs me is that I am on the music ministry at my church and they still call me Erin and Claire. It gets embarrassing having to tell them over and over that my name is really Erica...so lucky for them, now they have to call me Sarah (and hopefully get it right, even though they will be wrong). Anyways, my last name is changing soon too, lucky me (quesitons will not be answered at this time).
...End of digression...

Thursday, July 08, 2004

Something I found via here, and can also be viewed here my likes are in italics

1. Fred Astaire* or Gene Kelly?
2. The Great Gatsby* or The Sun Also Rises?
3. Count Basie or Duke Ellington*?
4. Cats or dogs*?
5. Matisse or Picasso*?
6. Yeats* or Eliot?(geeze, no fair)
7. Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplin*?
8. Flannery O’Connor* or John Updike?(very hard choice)
9. To Have and Have Not or Casablanca*?
10. Jackson Pollock or Willem de Kooning?
11. The Who or the Stones*?
12. Philip Larkin or Sylvia Plath*?(I think)
13. Trollope* or Dickens?
14. Billie Holiday or Ella Fitzgerald*?
15. Dostoyevsky* or Tolstoy?(oooo...)
16. The Moviegoer or The End of the Affair?
17. George Balanchine* or Martha Graham?
18. Hot dogs or hamburgers?(ug to both) should be tofu or falafel*?
19. Letterman* or Leno?(only because I had to pick)
20. Wilco or Cat Power?
21. Verdi* or Wagner?(a toss up)
22. Grace Kelly* or Marilyn Monroe?
23. Bill Monroe or Johnny Cash*?
24. Kingsley* or Martin Amis?
25. Robert Mitchum or Marlon Brando*?
26. Mark Morris or Twyla Tharp?
27. Vermeer or Rembrandt*?(oooo...)
28. Tchaikovsky* or Chopin?(I can't believe I just did that)
29. Red wine or white*?
30. Noël Coward or Oscar Wilde*?
31. Grosse Pointe Blank or High Fidelity*?
32. Shostakovich or Prokofiev?
33. Mikhail Baryshnikov* or Rudolf Nureyev?
34. Constable or Turner*?
35. The Searchers or Rio Bravo?
36. Comedy* or tragedy?
37. Fall or spring*? (I'm not a fan of turning cold, I like turning warm)
38. Manet or Monet*?(monet monet money, ain't it funny....lol ok...ABBA wha?? ok, I love MONET....fill my house with his art and I would be a happy woman)
39. The Sopranos* or The Simpsons?
40. Rodgers and Hart or Gershwin and Gershwin*?
41. Joseph Conrad or Henry James*?
42. Sunset or sunrise*? (can't pick)
43. Johnny Mercer or Cole Porter*?
44. Mac or PC*?
45. New York* or Los Angeles?
46. Partisan Review* or Horizon?
47. Stax* or Motown?
48. Van Gogh* or Gauguin? (again, not fair)
49. Steely Dan or Elvis Costello*?
50. Reading a blog* or reading a magazine?
51. John Gielgud or Laurence Olivier*?
52. Only the Lonely or Songs for Swingin’ Lovers?
53. Chinatown* or Bonnie and Clyde? (I dunno, ask my mom)
54. Ghost World* or Election?
55. Minimalism* or conceptual art?
56. Daffy Duck* or Bugs Bunny?
57. Modernism or postmodernism? (lets not touch this one)
58. Batman* or Spider-Man?
59. Emmylou Harris* or Lucinda Williams?
60. Johnson or Boswell?
61. Jane Austen or Virginia Woolf*? (not fair again...I love them both)
62. The Honeymooners or The Dick Van Dyke Show*?
63. An Eames chair* or Noguchi table?
64. Out of the Past* or Double Indemnity?
65. The Marriage of Figaro* or Don Giovanni?
66. Blue* or green?
67. A Midsummer Night’s Dream* or As You Like It? (although any Shakespeare would do...)
68. Ballet or opera*?
69. Film or live theater*?
70. Acoustic* or electric?
71. North by Northwest or Vertigo*?
72. Sargent or Whistler*?
73. V.S. Naipaul or Milan Kundera?
74. The Music Man or Oklahoma*?
75. Sushi, yes* or no?
76. The New Yorker under Ross or Shawn*?
77. Tennessee Williams* or Edward Albee?
78. The Portrait of a Lady* or The Wings of the Dove?
79. Paul Taylor* or Merce Cunningham?
80. Frank Lloyd Wright* or Mies van der Rohe?
81. Diana Krall or Norah Jones*? (what is with this??? what if one likes both equally as much?)
82. Watercolor* or pastel?
83. Bus or subway? (UG neither)
84. Stravinsky* or Schoenberg?
85. Crunchy or smooth peanut butter*?
86. Willa Cather* or Theodore Dreiser?
87. Schubert or Mozart*? (and again...what the??? both!!)
88. The Fifties or the Twenties*? (cause I remember it like yesterday)
89. Huckleberry Finn* or Moby-Dick?
90. Thomas Mann or James Joyce*? (any day)
91. Lester Young or Coleman Hawkins?
92. Emily Dickinson* or Walt Whitman?
93. Abraham Lincoln* or Winston Churchill? (Abe moreso...)
94. Liz Phair* or Aimee Mann?
95. Italian or French* cooking?
96. Bach on piano* or harpsichord? (biased opinion...but it does sound nice on the harpsichord)
97. Anchovies, yes or no*?
98. Short novels or long ones?
99. Swing* or bebop?
100. "The Last Judgment" or "The Last Supper"*? (the latter is more personal...)
Education Pt. 2
Naturalism in Education:
This idea assumes that nature is the basis of reality. An ambiguous term which is different from Idealism or Realism. It opposes the idea of Theistic Realism (which embraces the supernatural); yet lends its theories to Pragmatism. This is the basis of Rousseau's Education theory.
In the book Emile the rejection of an authority in the form of a teacher is most prevalent. Emile himself was his own authority. He was able to make mistakes and learn from them. A teacher, to Rousseau, should be on the same level as the student-they learn together.
Rousseau rejects arts and science. He understands the importance of it, but believes that it brings about a social pride. (I wonder what he would say about Redeemer as a liberal arts school).
Emotions and senses were/are the key items in dictating ones actions and nehavious, Rousseau embraced Epistomology.

...so that is my starting point for Rousseau. That is like the brief summary of what I will talk about with his style of teaching and how it is similar to the Montessori style. I will then talk about how it should be used in a homeschool type setting. Please feel free to share your own stories and styles that pertain to education. It is something that fascinates me as I have been in many different learning environments and had to learn to adapt to each. I also want to talk about Thomas Jefferson somewhere in this little blog series. Anyways, I would like to know if you embrace homeschooling or reject it and why?

P.S I am about 99.9995% sure that Maria Montessori stole her ideas from Rousseau...i bet I could prove her guilty in my next blog....oooooh exciting...
Ok, yes I will admit I am a geek, but if I don't do this, my mind will rot and dry up.
Study Break
I am in the midst of putting together my philosophy of education. A follow up to what I was blogging about yesterday. I decided to dedicate my day to studying and reading. Usually when I read or study I have a cd playing in the background (usually Bach or Vivaldi); today I am playing music from my sister's folder on the computer. Right now I am listening to Evanescence, and the song sticks out, so I thought I would share it. I am impressed with this band, although they can be very dark. This song just put them up a few notches on my A list. (whoa stream of consciousness speaking, noches...what a lovely Itallian/Spanish word...means night...very nice sounding word. And
Scott, try saying that along with all the other words I told you at 12 AM).

I can't run anymore,
I fall before you,
Here I am,
I have nothing left,
Though I've tried to forget,
You're all that I am,
Take me home,
I'm through fighting it,
I give up,
You're my only strength,
Without you,
I can't go on,
Ever again.

My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love.

I can't run anymore,
I give myself to you,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry,
In all my bitterness,
I ignored,
All that's real and true,
All I need is you,
When night falls on me,
I'll not close my eyes,
I'm too alive,
And you're too strong,
I can't lie anymore,
I fall down before you,
I'm sorry,
I'm sorry.

My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love.

Constantly ignoring,
The pain consuming me,
But this time it's cut too deep,
I'll never stray again.

My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love,
My only hope,
(All the times I've tried)
My only peace,
(To walk away from you)
My only joy,
My only strength,
(I fall into your abounding grace)
My only power,
My only life,
(And love is where I am)
My only love.

...anyways, it is so pretty. I will learn how to play it on the piano and copy it into a file on the computer. I am not sure if this song is actually on a cd yet, or if it is just a single.

Wednesday, July 07, 2004

I have been thinking a lot about the importance of education lately. I recently did a paper on Rousseau who inspired my love for styles of education. His style...I will talk about later because it is late and I don't have my huge honking paper sitting infront of me (by the way God Bless Harry VanDyke, what a man). Anyways, I want to embrace a Montesorri/homeschool style for my children. I was homeschooled for a bit (yay for TEACH and all that fun stuff...oh and the book sales...). I did the highschool homeschool thing, and even took my stuff to Portugal where I went to school for some classes, and then sat in the library teaching myself other subjects. Learning at my own pace in my own manipulated environment was good. Anyways, now I don't know where I was going with this, so i will finish tomorrow, when my Rousseau knowledge has come back.
The song plays as the emotions stir inside the deepest part of my being
Every word brings on a new feeling of hope, and then I think of her
my mind retreats back to the angered state it was before
She tears apart without even realizing the damage
unless her cold heart is malicious and each stare brings her pleasure
"Don't worry I'll catch you"
My eyes close almost shut as I play those words over and over in my head
letting the melody resonate in my ears
She glares at me and it makes me feel tainted
She turns her shoulder and sneers
How inhumane
Does she see fit to gratify her fleshly hatred by transferring it to me?
"can you sleep as the sound hits your ears?"
I am in a safe place now, semi-comatose, unfortunately not
but I do drift towards the unknown
To make my resolve, come to terms with how I find peace in this storm
is my olny goal at this point
~e.henley, penned july 7th 2000

.:In Memory of Mrs. Sanderson:.
In flashes they come and go-
The memories of a life once past
She sits in her rocking chair
Holding what she calls her "box of goods"
She opens the box- gently pulling out a strand of pearls
Not much but perfect for her first wedding anniversary gift.
A tear leaks down her creamy white skin.
Placing the pearls back into the box of goods,
She pulls out some letters twined together
Love letters; Dear Mr. Sanderson had written them
While in the war and earlier
Dated back to 1930, remembering the young love they shared
The small but intimate wedding they had
Their five grown children...
She gets up from her rocking chair, spilling the box on the floor.
It is like her heart: open and painful
She looks out the window; it is May 15th
She remembers her wedding day as she makes her way to the funeral home.
~e.henley penned in 2002

Tuesday, July 06, 2004

Why Me
Just when I think my day has gone rather superb (and I mean that in the most exuberant way possible) something happens that puts a damper on my good mood. I woke up in complete peacefulness, which is a once in a life time happening. I was happy, I even hummed to myself. The outfit that I wore for the first half of my day was very cute (red capris and a white tee shirt, I felt like a Canadian flag), and my hair was doing exactly what it was meant to do. I had my Mary Janes on and life was grand. ALL DAY! I had a great conversation with my friend Aaron to end the day and then after that, the phone rang...yes (play scary music here)>>> Apparently tomorrow, and for the rest of my super awesome summer I have to babysit this bratty kid. I enjoy kids to a degree (Kate yes, I can feel their bones and yes it does bother me...but I can get over it so just shush). I just can't handle unruly kids, like the one I will be watching. I am all for discipline and control, I deteste the sound of whining and can't stand the clingyness...people aren't going to like you more if you hang on them. I dont know why some kids don't understand that. At any rate, I have a patronizing attitude towards kids I think. I repeat everything they say like it is the greates thing on earth. "Look I have a scab that I picked at for an hour and now it is bleeding!!" Me: "You have a scab that is bleeding????" (if you want the full effect of this last quotation, play it using the the Windows voice guy and insert an exclamation after every word). I mean if I was a kid again I'd be like, shut up! don't repeat everything I say!>>> i really can't help it though, it is a bad habit. Anyways, so if anyone wants to relieve me of this babysitting job feel free. I am taking the job from my sister because she has other commitments this summer...(because life commitments at 14 are so serious and need to be kept regardless of who you are letting down). Anyway, this job doesn't pay at all and if you want it...email me and let me know. Serious inquiries ONLY...so I am not expecting a huge response.
In other news, my friend recently called me which is great because we haven't seen each other since school has been out (even though we live less then 2 minutes away from each other). I offered her a paying job as a secretary at a campground which she seemed interested in. She gave me her resume and it was set...and now SHE HAS THE JOB!!! WOOT WOOT!! (for those of you who know, I am talking about Jellybean). YAY! Anyway, I do have to go to bed...but i have read some more of my beloved Atwood, I will be updating soon...g'night all.
Vattnet svart som manen full
Varm nattbris viskar
Att jag ar naken och ny
Water black as the moon is full
Warm nightbreeze whispers
I'm naked and new
I know you're always
Throwing kisses from the sky
Tonight I caught one
Sixteen years old I dare to swim further out
I know you're always
Throwing kisses from the sky
Tonight I caught one
Som om man kunde vidora lyckca
Jag vicar den runt mig
Som en filt den ar bara du
Jag och manen
Like joy was something you could touch
I wrap it around me like a blanket
It's just you and me and the moon