Bread

So- I am collecting stories, songs, recipes all about bread- any information you have would be welcomed (if anyone actually reads this). I am hoping to use it all for a show I am working on... I'll let you know how it goes.

Thanks

Chara

FYI

Did you know that I have the best husband in the whole wide world? He even puts band-aids on my bloody fingers at 7 am!

Chara

The Rule of Eight

Okay- all the boys can just roll their eyes at this but this post is about clothes and fashion ( saw that Uncle Richard!) This is SO going to be a story!

My sister (Laura) was telling me about the points system for telling whether you are fashionable or frightening. (Laura please correct me if I am wrong)
1. Every peiece of clothing you wear is considered one point. Shoes, socks, pants, top, each piece of jewelry, etc.
2. For every piece of "trendy," or loud piece of clothing you get an extra point. (for instance, if you are wearing a really bright colored top, a halter top, or a technicolor dream coat- add a point for each)
3. If you are wearing very noticeable make-up, add a point.
4. Your points should average around 8.
5. Storytellers can average around 11.

I spent part of the weekend teaching this to my Dad.

Chara

What's New

Well, I am working at NSN (the National Storytelling Network) now. A month or so I went to the National Convention and talked to the President about a job, and here I am.
Things are going well. Josh is working on his thesis and still working at the airport as an intern. The summer is wrapping up, though it is still rather hot and not terribly comfortable yet. We biked the Creeper Trail in Virginia last weekend and the scenery was beautiful. I will have to see if Josh's pictures turned out well, and post some. It was a really nice, downhill ride.

Let me know how you are doing!

Chara

Grief
by Elizabeth Barret Browning

I tell you hopeless grief is passionless,
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness
In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the absolute heavens.
Deep-hearted man, express
Grief for thy dead in silence like to death—
Most like a monumental statue set
In everlasting watch and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet;
If it could weep, it could arise and go.


Joy
By Carl Sandburg

Let a joy keep you.
Reach out your hands
And take it when it runs by,
As the Apache dancer
Clutches his woman.
I have seen them
Live long and laugh loud,
Sent on singing, singing,
Smashed to the heart
Under the ribs
With a terrible love.
Joy always,
Joy everywhere--
Let joy kill you!
Keep away from the little deaths.

I have never really put boogers in his soup... But this made me laugh. Its funny to be married to someone. No matter how much you think you love them before you marry them, you don't really know them. The real love comes later when you realize that she never replaces the toilet paper roll, or he picks his nose a lot, or she never cleans out the refridgerator because it makes her gag, or he likes to talk at bedtime when she's trying to sleep... All that weird ordinary stuff just makes me love him more- even if it does annoy me sometimes.