you have been reformed!

I'm attempting to write an essay tonight on the protestant reformation as an ideological revolution. I want to write specifically about the change in the practice of confession as the heart of that movement.

I dont know if I can really swing this, but I'm going to give it a running shot.

I've got nine books and 28 hours. I will make it to the end of this. I think I'm giving up on promising to never do this again. I will. I always write essays like this. I've got another short paper due on Monday. I'll probably be working on it on Sunday night.

The stupid thing is that I've got this bloody deadline looming and ALL I can think of is stuff like 'Oh! I should update my blog!' or 'Man, I feel like making scones' or 'Hey! I should make a zine... tonight!'

I'm not such a great student.


(7:00 pm edit :: I have an extension. I am going to MARRY my history tutorial leader. The essay will be in the History department at 4:00 pm on Friday)

If I burnt myself on a mere match, how am I to be a light to the world?

I burned my fingers trying to get this shot. It's not even a great shot, but I like it anyway.

Today is sunday, I can't help but like sundays. I used to hate them, but it's silly to write the day off entirely simply because it's followed by monday. I tend to think a lot on Sundays. This sunday is no different.

It is also a day for soup. Thank God and his kitchen-gifted children for soup.

A bowl of almond butter, peanut butter and nutella. What else?

I just ate those three... they weren't on anything. Maybe my body wants protein... more likely my body likes peanut butter.

I need to toddle downtown fairly shortly so I can purchase a book of poetry and snap a few pictures maybe. The poetry will be for my radio show tonight... which you should all listen to. See previous post for details.I'm distractedly watching Jesus de Montreal, the last box of my books got moved here from my parents house today. I found the film among the books. I missed this film. It was the first french film I really fell in love with, and it is absolutely beautiful. Hunt it down and watch it, please.

trent radio.
92.7 fm.

Well, the Trent Radio potluck is today. I am excited, more to the point... I am invited. So I am bringing some bread, which is rising as I type this... if I get ambitious I may make something else... but only if I get ambitious.

It's also 'reading writers' day at trent radio, and apparently I'm a writer and I get to read tonight at seven or seven thirty. Listen to it! I said I'd read for a half hour... but Laurel asked me to read for an hour... I dont think I have an hours worth of stuff... in fact I'm pretty sure I don't. So right now I'm also attempting to write a novel. A pulitzer worthy novel at that.

In a similar vein I'm starting to put stuff together for Saturdays edition of 'reading between the lines'. I think it's coming together, but I'll spend a few hours on it tonight and see how it works out. An early heads up, listen to the show, six o'clock on Saturday night (three pm for the BC kids, and 11pm for the England kids) ... it'll be fun. Fun like a party. Or a feast. Or a nap. Or something. Also listen to the New Noise, at nine pm Saturdays. It's my friend Dahns show.
It's frigging mindblowing, and well worth listening to.

speak.

It's been a sleep all day wednesday after staying up all night reading a book last night. I woke up in time to shower and catch the bus for my class, and I just got back from TCF, where I shared a 'faith story'.

It was a good time for sure. I really like telling stories and telling stories about faith is pretty frigging incredible.
There's a lot of power in story. Faith stories carry a lot of hope for people, and I was glad to be part of that tonight.

Now, my friend Thom just walked in... and we're going to shoot some movies! Woohoo!

BBQ tempeh... ah yes.

well, make it... you know you want to.

Ingredients

• 1 cup barbecue sauce, your choice
• 1 (8 ounce) package tempeh, crumbled
• 1 tablespoon vegetable oil
• 1 red bell pepper, seeded and chopped
• 1 green bell pepper, seeded and chopped
• 1 medium onion, chopped
• 4 kaiser rolls, split and toasted

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directions

1. Pour the barbeque sauce into a medium bowl. Crumble the tempeh into the sauce, and let it marinate a little, about 10 minutes.
2. Heat oil in a skillet over medium heat. Add the red and green peppers, and the onion. Cook, stirring frequently until tender. Stir in the tempeh and barbeque sauce, and heat through.
3. Spoon the tempeh mixture onto kaiser rolls, and serve.

reading between the lines.

Well, many thanks to Dahn... (the president of the world, as of this afternoon) I have my very own radio show on Saturday nights at six pm. It is called 'Reading Between the Lines' and it is a poetry show... an unpretentious poetry show at that. At least... that's what I'm shooting for. It promises to be an excellent time, and I'm stoked to learn how to operate in the studios and whatnot.

Aside from my elation at the wonderful world of radio... this is a difficult sunday.

...


I spent a couple of hours trying to write why it's been a hard sunday. What I'll give you is a cop-out. A picture of a radio tower. I picked it because somehow it just looks like it's reaching.


...

I can't pretend to understand God. I wish I could. If I had an apple with knowledge imbedded in its flesh, I'd eat it. I'd cut it with my teeth and devour it until I was satiated. But I can't pretend to understand God.



I'm late.

bike retired.

well, almost. It's snowing in Peterborough as of yesterday, and although I'm reluctant to put the bike away for the winter... it's looking like it's that time of year again. I've been riding in the snow, and the effect is pretty comedic.

Des is hanging out with my sister in toronto for the weekend, so once again, cat and I are chillin in the apartment. The place looks like a tornado hit it, but I'll maybe clean it up tomorrow. Then again, I definitely said that yesterday,

That being said... I'm going to sleep and plot the making of vegan muffins while I dream.

not funny is the new funny!

When Thom Yorke just wants a good belly laugh
(I got these from spin mag, enjoy)

1. Q: Why did the chicken cross the road?
A: Because he was a thoughtless automaton

2. - Two guys walk into a bar. The first guy says 'Hey man, you kinda remind me of a robot." the second guy replies "Yes, and that is why I control you."

3. Q. What is black and white and red all over?
A. a slaughtered zebra

4. A man walks into a doctors office with a pelican on his head. The man asks "How do I get this pelican off my head?" the doctor replies "The ice age is coming."

5. The pope, a hasidic jew and Jesse Jackson are on an airplane at 50,000 feet. Suddenly the engines start to fail. They go to the back of the plane to locate the the parachutes. However, they only find a bunch of books about airine disasters. The plane crashes. End of joke.

I never, I.

I dont know what to say. But chances are I'll attempt to say something anyway. At the moment I'm in an odd mood. Today was a waste of time at university. My english tutorial sucked, I didnt participate and I didnt hand in an essay rewrite I could have easily submitted. I went to Canadian studies only to be bored to tears by a completely unprepared lecturer. I fell asleep in the back corner and dreamed of something, I've almost forgotten what. The dream wasn't a waste of time. The lecture was.

When I get angry or frustrated, I daydream about smashing cups. This is somehow the most destructive thing I can bring my mind to conjure. I picture throwing the cup in slow motion and shattering it on the wall. I picture stomping china and hurling tea cups. I imagine kitchen floors covered in shattered glass.

This is the best I can do. This is the closest I come to violence, a daydream of broken cups.

Britannica

it’s the encyclopedia!

eee-en-see-why-see-ello-pee-ee-dee-aye-ay

Ian see why see.

hello? p. e. d. eye. a.

die. a.

crowded kitchen, on my stomach

legs in the air, just after the wake

supper on the stove, rosaries said,

page ex. eye. vee.

volume one for P.

six years old and jiminy cricket sings

‘Ian see, why see’

why see?

The Deuce... phase two.

So my red bike is in phase two of its transformation. When I first got it it was navy blue and white, dirty and rusted. I wiped it off and painted the navy parts red. This was phase one... I've been riding the bike on phase one for well over a month now.

Tonight marked phase two, which brings me much closer to my original idea. I painted the chainguard and fenders a matte black (in the dark... it needs a touch up) and I painted all the metallic parts (spokes, rims, handlebars etc) gold. Even with the paint messiness, it looks a lot cooler... I mean, the bike is pretty rusty and paint covers all that, so it looks comparitively swank.

I also painted a bunch of plastic flowers silver to stick on the handlebars... it's going to be gorgeous. Phase two occured in the chilly climes of Thoms porch. I then rode the bike to the Trash to enjoy the sweet sweet metal sounds of Xecution. (more on that later)

Phase three will be exciting... and it will take some planning. The sky's the limit with a cheap red bike.

Could I be a Revolutionary on a Bicycle?

I have a webcam again. Now I get to post pictures like this from time to time, where I'm making funny faces. Apparently this is a 'typical Meaghan look'. I think that if I look that sneaky all the bloody time somebody better throw me in a cell before I overthrow the government... or something equally sneaky.Tomorrow is bicycle day!! Wherein I paint 'The Deuce' some more. Thom got a new bike... because his beloved bmx was unceremoniously theived. So he and I are going to spraypaint and glue and install and attach and artify our bicycles! I'm excited... this all goes down tomorrow afternoon, and by tomorrow night? Well, my swank red bike will be even more swank.

dirty laundry.

I hate days off when there are chores to be done. Quasi-adulthood is just rife with tragedies of this kind. Today I went to the dps... it was a great way to start my day... even if it was a stupidly early start... coming in to school for nine on my day off seems to negate the point of having a day off. But then again the dps rocked, so I guess poetry might even trump sleep.

In addition to that I got a crappy mark on my first english essay, and I've got the weekend to re-write it. I'm not saddened by this... it just throws some work into my Saturday.
And well, I need to kill a couple of hours in the Laundromat today. Gotta love the Laundromat. You meet people. It costs money... and it takes awhile. More later.

hungry people eat apples... hey, I'm hungry.

Hey all. I just located Cat after she had been adventuring since yesterday afternoon. All the bad things I've said about wanting Cat to get lost or to croak are a lie. I was worried about Cat.

With that startling confession over with I guess I can relax. Roommate is up in Guelph till tomorrow night... then I believe she is bringing Roommate's Boyfriend back to the apartment. Hurrah, I'm well excited. The apartment is too bloody quiet with just me and Cat... (the Degus barely count as company). I think we should all go to Matsu to celebrate our joyous reunion when they get here. Excellent, that's the best idea I've had in awhile.

So, with a startling confession and a shockingly good idea typed out here... I think I'm doing not too badly. I'm going to attempt to either grab a nap... or write an essay proposal. Productivity now!

To apples!

Just eat the tofu.

Alright. Here is your tofu recipe of the week... eat it. Nothing like a little bean curd to spice up your week.

• 
  

• Hot and Spicy Tofu

• 3 tablespoons peanut oil
• 1 pound firm tofu, cubed
• 1 red onion, sliced
• 1 red bell pepper, sliced
• 1 green chile pepper, chopped
• 3 cloves garlic, crushed
• 1/3 cup hot water
• 3 tablespoons white vinegar
• 3 tablespoons soy sauce
• 1 tablespoon brown sugar
• 1 teaspoon cornstarch
• 1 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes

1. Heat peanut oil in a wok or large frying pan over medium-high heat. Toss the tofu into the oil, and cook until browned on all sides. Once browned, toss in onion, bell pepper, chile pepper, and garlic; cook until just tender, about 5 minutes.
2. In a small bowl, whisk together the hot water, vinegar, soy sauce, brown sugar, cornstarch, and red pepper flakes. Pour over tofu and vegetables, toss to coat, and simmer 3 to 5 minutes, or until sauce thickens slightly.

://of scissors and shredded hearts//:

t-shirt sits shredded

not to be worn again

‘I push a vacuum for the Lord’

(shirt read. congregation laughs) – but no more

for

tonight my jovial God is dead – or hidden

and this shirt was really just a joke for an

affable almighty

tonight I read of natural disasters

directly after

I heard the torment of cancer orphans

and read resounding ‘Why’s’ -

if You’re so wise

and the heavens throb with answers

then You are more unpredictable

- more fearsome

than I gave You credit –

so

please accept this offering of

my bleeding heart and

shredded

t-shirt

happy awesome roommate day!


Well. Back in early October, Des and I declared that November second would be awesome roomate day. The purpose of the day would be to celebrate the awesomeness of our roommate. We celebrated with fudge. And as these pictures indicate, a late night supper of tofu curry, made lovingly by Desiree. Happy awesome roommate day everybody! .

adventures of cat and class.

Well, so far this week I've had three classes, and I have missed all of them. Devout student I am not. Of the three one was lost to Michael Frost, who was doing a presentation to youthworkers in town that I wanted to check out, the other two were morning classes, which I inadvertently slept through. Man, don't tell my mom.

This cutting class trend must end now... as I have another class this afternoon which cannot be missed. The cat was just making an annoying sound for no reason... loudly and repeatedly. Desiree got fed up and just let the cat out. The indoor cat is on the loose! Among you! If your clothes smell like pee, she has most likely paid you a visit.