I should be writing papers…

Categories: Education, Questions

It’s the end of the semester, which means my to-do list is pretty much just a list of papers I need to be writing.

Instead I’m pondering this question:

Why are foods made with raspberries blue (suckers, popsicles, those types of things) and things made with blueberries are purple (blue berry muffins, etc.)?

One of life’s great mysteries. =]

We’ve both seen Harry Potter now

Categories: Life

Last night Brett saw Harry Potter. Which meant I got to see it a second time (he stayed home to keep the bed warm while I went to the midnight opening). There were so many things I noticed this time around that I didn’t have time to take in the first time. I still absolutely love the movie. There are so many little things about it that I love. Still don’t like the snake. I wrapped myself in Brett during the major snake scenes this time. That’s a super evil snake.

All day today I’ve had this song going through my head. It’s the song Harry and Hermoine dance to. It is both hauntingly melancholy while also having a good dance beat. I can’t think of any other song that has those same qualities.

Now to figure out when I’m going to see the movie a third time. Brett and I have been talking about the movie and the rest of the book today. I’m thinking I need another Harry Potter birthday party next year.

Z completes it

Categories: Books, Random

When I was reading the book The Wisdom in the Hebrew Alphabet they said that when the whole alphabet is used it denotes completeness, especially if they are used in order. If you were to read the book of Lamentations in Hebrew you would see that the verses in each chapter are in alphabetical order. There are 22 letters in the Hebrew alphabet, and they are all there. Chapters 1, 2, and 4 each have 22 verses. Chapter 3 has 66, each letter repeated three times before moving on to the next. Chapter 5 also has 22 verses, but it is not alphabetical. I haven’t found what that means yet. The first four chapters, by including each letter in order, indicate the complete breaking of the commandments of God at that time by the house of Israel.

This month, aside from Sundays, I have used all the letters of my alphabet (the English one), in order. Not that it means the same thing in English, but we do say, “everything from A to Z,” so there is a bit of a similarity there. I have really enjoyed the exercise and stretching my thoughts to see what I’d come up with. I am grateful for all those who have been reading all of this (hi mom!). We’ll have to see what I do next November.

And now that we’re at Z, the month is complete.

Goodnight.

Yodeling on a mountain so high

Categories: Life, Musings

When I was in junior high I spent two summers at Hummingbird Music Camp in New Mexico. It was a wonderful music camp. They had three bands, beginner, intermediate, and advanced, and you got to decide what band you thought you belonged in. There was no competition. It was all about enjoying the music.

If you were in the intermediate or advanced band you were expected to also perform a duet or small ensemble at the end of week concert. You could also choose starting Wednesday to spend your evenings learning a brand new instrument and would play a few songs at the concert with the other people who picked a new instrument. Thus my four days playing the violin and four days playing the cello.

The camp wasn’t all music. We also had hikes and campfires. And a major percentage of the silly songs I know were learned around those campfires.

One of those songs was about going yodeling on a mountain so high. And the way I heard it and understood it all those years until recently was that the song started, “Once an ostrich went yodeling on a mountain so high. When along game a cuckoo bird and erupted his cry”

I was recently informed that it was an Austrian that went yodeling. The person informing me of this couldn’t believe that I thought a yodeling ostrich made sense. It doesn’t. But then neither did the rest of the song so what did it matter. I think the image of an ostrich on the top of a mountain yodeling is quite enjoyable actually.

Songs are real easy to hear wrong. I’m convinced Lady Gaga is singing about being caught in a pair of pants. Some of those mis-hearings can be quite funny.

It’s like life though. We all have our own perception of things. You and I might be standing right next to each other looking at the exact same thing. But because of our own unique experiences and perspectives we’ll perceive what we are looking at in different ways. Those differences can be slight but they can also be large. And neither view would necessarily be wrong.

It’s just part of the beautiful kaleidoscope of life.

28 is a happy number

Categories: Happy Things

I had never heard of happy numbers before. A happy number is a number where if you add the squares of the digits (in the case of 28 – 22+82) and then do the same with the resulting sum, you eventually get to 1. Sad numbers never get to 1. I’m not sure why they decided that made the number happy. Twenty-eight is also a perfect number. Does that make it perfectly happy?

But in the spirit of things, here are 28 things that make me happy.

  1. Brett
  2. chocolate orange sticks from the candy counter at BYU
  3. arriving safely home (although it was a 2 hour delay for a 1.5 hour flight)
  4. family
  5. warm coats
  6. snow!
  7. Christmas lights!
  8. spending the weekend with family
  9. only a week and a half left of the semester (SOOO ready for it to be over)
  10. having Christmas 75% completed already
  11. getting to put up the Christmas decorations this week
  12. no invasive procedures at the airport
  13. blow kisses
  14. warm beds
  15. good books
  16. finishing races, and Brett running his first
  17. knitting and sewing
  18. Tucanos
  19. arm length pictures
  20. warm quilts
  21. laughing
  22. the moon
  23. new highlighters
  24. getting Toy Story 3 (our only true “Black Friday” shopping)
  25. elephants
  26. foot rubs
  27. cows
  28. tacos and Chuck tomorrow night

X marks the spot

Categories: Gospel

Brett said he’d write about the Hebrew letter tav if he was writing today’s blog. And I told him he could. And he emphatically said, “NO.” So there you have it. (He says it was more deep than emphatic.) Except then he changed his mind. You’ll get what I had thought of later.

Guest poster Brett here.  This blog title caught my attention for several reasons, and I insisted that Lisa let me contribute.  I have been learning Hebrew and Greek this year, and the three words “X,” “mark,” and “spot” all struck three related notes with me.  We’ll say it struck a chord.  The letter X is descended from the Greek letter chi, which in turn comes from the Phoenician/Hebrew letter tav.  In Ezekiel 9:4, 6, the Lord is speaking to his messenger: “And the Lord said unto him, Go through the midst of the city, through the midst of Jerusalem, and set a mark upon the foreheads of the men that sigh and that cry for all the abominations that be done in the midst thereof slay utterly old and young, both maids, and little children, and women: but come not near any man upon whom is the mark.”  The “mark” that saved the righteous was the tav, or the X.  The shape was (and still is, in the Roman alphabet) indicative of a cross.  It seems to be one way in which it was made known to the ancient Israelites that the cross, or the events that would some day happen in relation to Jesus Christ at the cross, would save them from destruction.  Jacob in the Book of Mormon had an understanding of this.  He admonished us in Jacob 1:8 “Wherefore, we would to God that we could persuade all men not to rebel against God, to provoke him to anger, but that all men would believe in Christ, and view his death, and suffer his cross and bear the shame of the world.”  Later in the same book, in Jacob 4:14 he appears to refer back to this passage when he is talking about the wickedness of the Jews and says that their “blindness came by looking beyond the mark,” or the cross, the X, the tav.  It was by failing to keep the mark of the cross in front of their eyes as the focus of their attention, by failing to “view his death,” that they stumbled and fell away.

The Greek word for “mark” as mentioned in Philippians 3:14 is skopos (related to the English word “scope”). It means “a distant object on which the eye is kept fixed.”  I think it is likely that Paul had the mark of the cross in mind when he wrote that verse.  Interestingly, one of the meanings for “spot'” is to see, to look at, to scope out.  When the Jews looked beyond the mark, they stumbled.  As long as we keep our eyes fixed on the mark, we will be led in an undeviating course back to the Savior.  And what is the mark that we are to spot?  Clearly, “x marks the spot.”

What I am

Categories: Life

There are several labels you could use to describe me. I am a woman. I am a wife. I am a graduate student. I am a sister, daughter, aunt. I am a runner. I am a quilter. I am a Mormon. I am a reader. I am all those things and more. And yet not a single one of them completely encompasses who I am. To truly know me you need to know as many of my labels as you can. And to make things even more complicated, you need to know how I identify with those labels and what they mean to me. Which can make you wonder, can you ever really know some one?

I could go on and on about each of those labels. And perhaps I will someday. And it’s likely that if you searched the archives here you’d find a lot about them as well (a lot of my blog categories are related to those labels). For now, since it’s a holiday, and I want to spend time with family, I’m just going to leave you with a real cute Sesame Street video.

What I am is special. 🙂