Gizoogle

Michael pointed me to this site. There's something incrediably funny about translating certian websites into gansta. Like this one for example.

My favorite quotes from the gansta version of my blog:

Wanna Be Gangsta at The Ring of Brodgar. I pusha walk'n around tha Ring of Brodgar n can only imagine how bootylicious an Easta ho-slappin' there would be droppin hits. From March 27th post, Easter Sunday.


"So why do you W-to-tha-izzant ta dread yo hair?" you might be ask'n . Hollaz to the East Side. "Why ruin yo long, trippin' beautiful, straight hair?" Perhaps tizzle is P-to-tha-izzart of it . Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. I love mah hair, but it's been this way foreva. Straight. Shizzort or long, it's straight. (Except fo` mah brief spiral perm days that is.) But it's time ta move on frizzom tha straight n perfect hizzy.

I was jealous of tha bitchez in hizzay schoo` who had long, straight, C-to-tha-izzalm hair tizzy they could P-to-tha-izzull bizzack wit they finga, frizzay ta bizzack, n it fall perfectly into place n' shit. My hizzy was just a frizzy mess. In college, I cut mah hair n stopped using mah mom's good intention shampoo n conditiona tizzle adds several volumes ta yo hair n shit. Suddenly thugz were messin' me thizzat they were jealous of mah hair sho nuff. "You can jizzust run a brizzush through it n it's beautiful." Finally droppin hits. Wizzle I started ta G-R-to-tha-izzow mah hizzy bizzy ta its current length I realized thizzay fo` once in mah life I loved mah hair. From March 27 post, I've made up my mind concerning said dreadlocks.


If I talked/wrote like this would you leave comments the blizzog?

JBT on Letterman

And I missed the John Butler Trio on David Letterman last night because I lost track of time hanging out with friends. This is a good place to be in--it means that bloggers actually have friends to converse and hangout with--although I really was looking forward to seeing their debut on American TV. I love those guys--they bring the house down. Shout out to JBT.

Happy Easter Dr. Torrance!

Happy Easter to the PTS President 

Torrance Residence Egg Hunt

Torrance Residence Egg Hunt 


Thanks to the Fitz for the pics! :)

Easter Sunday

For some reason it doesn't really feel like Easter today. Maybe because I am not used to no sun, cold weather Easter Sundays. Maybe it's being so far from my family. Even if today wasn't as Easterish as usual, at least I have good friends here that will dye Easter Eggs and plan a Easter Egg Hunt around campus for the days prior to Easter. I won. I found 7 eggs.

We proceeded to hide several eggs in the backyard of our President Dr. Torrance. We told him of course and they were in pretty obvious places. Once again I would love to post a picture, but you must wait until they are sent to me. He seemed amused. This is not the first time students have done such things. I've heard of students walking to his front door to give him something from a gathering, invite him to dinner in Alex basement, or to drinks in someone's room by way of a paper sign while standing on a bench in front of his office. Ahh, yes...he must be amused.

As much as it doesn't feel like Easter today, it is good to be reminded that it is. Check out Adam's blog for thoughts on Easter and head over to a site he mentions in reference to Easter at The Ring of Brodgar. I remember walking around the Ring of Brodgar and can only imagine how great an Easter morning there would be. Maybe next year I should try an early Easter service--even if it's only at the University Chapel.

I've made up my mind concerning said dreadlocks

People are asking if I'm serious about the dreads thing....

Yes, yes I am.

It started off as this desire to try something crazy that most people would be shocked to hear about and to get a cool hair style in the process. It's something more now. It's not even so much an issue of rebellion against all the people who scream a resounding "NO, don't do it!", although there is a hint of that.

"So why do you want to dread your hair?" you might be asking. "Why ruin your long, flowing, beautiful, straight hair?" Perhaps that is part of it. I love my hair, but it's been this way forever. Straight. Short or long, it's straight. (Except for my brief spiral perm days that is.) But it's time to move on from the straight and perfect hair.

Funny. I always wanted the hair that I have now, and now that I have it I don't want it anymore. It's not that I didn't have the same hair as I do now, but that I was not grown into my hair--either that or my mom bought me unnecessary volumizing shampoo and conditioner. My hair would poof out, but only the lower half of it. I hated my hair because it was too poofy and I just wanted calm straight hair.

I was jealous of the girls in high school who had long, straight, calm hair that they could pull back with their fingers, front to back, and it fall perfectly into place. My hair was just a frizzy mess. In college, I cut my hair and stopped using my mom's good intention shampoo and conditioner that adds several volumes to your hair. Suddenly people were telling me that they were jealous of my hair. "You can just run a brush through it and it's beautiful." Finally. When I started to grow my hair back to its current length I realized that for once in my life I loved my hair.

So I have want I wanted, yet I don't want it anymore. I do and I don't. Just the other week I told Judy that I wouldn't cut my hair because it just got back to the length that I like it. There is pride involved in taking such a risk in terms of something I've wanted for so long. What if the dreads come out horrible and I hate them? What if I can't wash them out and have to shave my hair? What if I miss running my hand through my hair or brushing my long locks? What if… What if?

It's more than wanting an awesome hairstyle and hoping that it looks good.

It's stepping out of the box that society has created.

It's taking a risk and putting pride on the line.

I think I’ve made up my mind…anyone want to help?

Mary in dreads? humm....

Alright, so blame it on the obsession with JBT, or on seminary frying my brains, or on whatever you will...


I'd love dreads in my hair...


I could be as stylish as him or John B.

So, what do you think?

Should I do it?

John Butler Trio, New Album and NYC Shows

John Butler 


Music samples and information on The John Butler Trio

Otherwise, I find it difficult to explain accurately the musical genre of this very talented Aussie band.

Their new album Sunrise Over Seas is amazing. I am able to say this with great confidance knowing that I've already heard all of the songs on the AU version of the CD!

The next John Butler Trio show will be on the day of their CD Realse in New York City, March 15, 2005! Visit here for more information. If you go, I'll see you there!

Choir Theology

Why I love Princeton:

I walk through this archway all the time to go down town. It's part of the University campus. Imagine walking up those stairs and seeing this view open before your eyes. Beautiful. It never gets old.

It reminds me of Scotland castles, and tricks me into thinking I've been transported to a land far away from America. And then I hit Nassau Street. Alas.

The real point of this post, however, was to comment on church this morning. I attended the University Chapel service and was once again amazed at the architecture. Walking by rows and rows of pews, I made my way closer to the front and continued to marvel at the historic building I was worshipping in.

But, as much as I love old architecture [ok, maybe a better word is gothic], the real point of this post is the absence of excitement and participation in the worship service. The Chapel Choir was amazing and the service good. What bothered me was feeling as if I was singing a solo during the hymns, and repeating the liturgy all by my lonesome. In a regular church, quiet singers barely fill a room--in a huge space it is even less of a chance. I kept wishing the choir would leave their high and lofty place and disperse themselves in the congregation.

Judy brought this point up once, and said that it would help give people confidence to sing. I agree. It was painful this morning. I wanted to scream--SING!

"Choir Theology--That's worth 3 beers!"-Judy


History of The Princeton University Chapel

That's the kinda snowman I'm talking about....

Snowman with beer can.... This picture found by my brother Andrew at this site.

I saw someone on the seminary campus making a similar snowman sitting on one of the benches on the quad...without the beer for some reason.