Appreciation for Passion

I will admit it. I got hooked on Survivor when it came out. My brother and I watched every episode of Season 1 and Season 2. It was addicting, in an "I wonder who's name is going to be scribbled on that faux-parchment this week?" kind of way. Not to mention the thrill when the host spoke those dreaded words, "The tribe has spoken," and then proceeded to snuff out the unlucky contestants' torch - along with their hopes and dreams. Perhaps the hook was due to a Season 1 competitor, a truck driver from Wisconsin (not my father). But nonetheless, watched we did. And then we didn't. I'm not sure why we didn't watch Season 3, but I have not watched an entire episode of Survivor since May 3, 2001 - the Season 2 finale. I have tuned in a time a two by accident, but I find myself switching off almost immediately. I think the reaction is due to my distaste for reality-TV in general. I mean seriously, there is simply not that much junior-high school drama in the real world. And if there is, I'm glad I don't experience it - and I certainly don't need to watch it.




I will make one exception to my anti-reality-TV crusade. And that exception is Bravo's Top Chef. Danielle and I caught a re-run of it last year, and we have been hooked on it ever since. The format is simple: 16 contestants are pitted against each other in a culinary battle for the title of "Top Chef." The competitions involve difficult scenarios (e.g., cook a meal for 50 in 3 hours; create a high-end entree with 4 ingredients; cater a wedding; develop a meal with themes from your favorite movie), and every week one contestant is forced to pack up his/her knives and go home. It is highly entertaining, and it lacks the non-stop induced drama that most reality-TV shows are infamous for. But perhaps what I like most about the show is the passion these culinary artists have for their craft. These people love what they do, they have dedicated their lives to doing what they do, and it is incredible to listen and watch what they do. I learn a new cooking technique, a new exotic ingredient, a new appreciation for cooking everytime I watch it. That being said, tonight I am going to undertake a highly complex meal - pounding out some ground beef for hamburgers on the grill. OK, its not exactly Seared Ostrich Filet with Heirloom Tomato Risotto and Abalone Reduction (just to give you an idea of what these people can do with an ostrich). But just because I couldn't paint the Mona Lisa doesn't mean I can't admire it.

Here's another example of what I am talking about: We got a flier in the mail a few weeks ago from the Virginia Symphony Orchestra, welcoming us to the neighborhood and offering two free tickets to one of their concerts. We chose to hear them at Norfolk's Chrysler Hall, a night of "All Beethoven." I actually very much enjoy going to the theatre. From an early age my mom instilled in me a respect for classical music. We periodically attended Milwaukee Symphony Orchestra concerts, and she often took me to "Keyboard Conversations with Jeffrey Siegel" - a piano concert with commentary from the pianist. But since my childhood and early teens, I have had relatively little exposure to live classical concerts. But Danielle and I got all dressed up for our night at the symphony, and took in an extraordinary show- for free! And while the music was beautiful, perhaps what impressed me most was reading the liner notes, the program handed out before the show. I'll give you just a sample of the notes on Beethoven's Symphony No. 3 in E-flat Major:

"Two fortissimo chords announce immediately that we are to sit up and take notice; this is not background music. Two centuries later, their effect is still electrifying, and sets the tone for the entire work...Just prior to the recapitulation, when we expect the restatement of the main theme, pianissimo violin tremolos making the very air pregnant with anticipation. Perhaps the most famous "wrong note" in all Beethoven then occurs: first horn states the opening triadic figure. Beethoven, however, has fooled us: the horn entrance is intentionally premature...The more we hear this symphony, the more certain we are that Beethoven knew precisely what he was doing. Every note of this symphony is calculated for maximum effect."

I don't understand much of what was is written above, and I'm guessing you may not either. But wasn't it beautiful? I appreciate the fact that some people do understand all the nuances of what the author (Laurie Shulman of the VSO) is writing, and I admire even more the author's ability to paint such a wonderful picture. She has captured on paper the beauty and power of Beethoven's music. Her passion for music can be clearly seen by the excitement in her commentary and her desire for those in attendance to appreciate the intricacies of his symphony. And again, I may not know the difference between a symphony and concerto, but I enjoy listening to them every now and again.

So take the time to appreciate the talented people that surround you, to wonder at the passion they have for what they are gifted at, and to praise the One who blessed them with those abilities.


But please - don't watch Survivor. Life's too short to waste on bad TV.

Feeling Kinda Sunday

So it's Sunday afternoon, which means I'm left scratching my head at how the Packers let another game get away and Danielle is trying to stay awake while reading for class (Update: she's asleep on the couch). So that leaves me here on the ground with the laptop propped up against the coffee table, since the screen doesn't want to stay up on its own anymore. By the way, it's not the only thing that has broken around here recently (See: Taurus, Ford).

It has come to my attention that I haven't blogged here in months. In fact, my last entry centered on the fact that I had only 40 days before the end of graduate school and the beginning of my workin' days. It has now been 181 days since I started at the GAO. But thankfully Danielle has been keeping the masses (hi mom) up to date in my absence. (Update: Danielle's awake)

As I look back at that April entry, I recall how much I wanted school to be over and how much I wanted to be working. Six straight years of higher education had taken its toll, and I was ready to be done. I also recall wondering if I would miss school once it was all over. I am glad to report that six months later, there is no longing to return to the classroom. Rather, I am thankful that I have a steady job in a very unsteady economic climate and that Danielle now has the opportunity to go to school to prepare for her future.

In the coming days and weeks, I hope to return to blogging on a more regular basis. There are several things I would like to write about, and at the top of the list is my reaction to the outcome of the election. I am still mulling that topic over, but hopefully will have my thoughts together soon. Suffice it to say for now, I am glad the campaign season is over - and so is Danielle. She has bore the brunt of my musings for several (many) months now, so I'm sure she's happy for the brief respite. Guess that's what she gets for marrying a political junkie.

But for now, I'm going to get back to enjoying the rest of my favorite day of the week.

just a quick update

- Danielle has made it through 1/2 of her first semester at ODU and is still adjusting, but enjoying being back in school... learning to juggle school, work, and home... trying to decide for sure which track of counseling she wants to pursue.

- Geoff has been traveling a lot for work the past few months but that will be slowing down for the rest of the year, so we are all happy about that :) He has his 6 month review in just a few weeks already! How time flies...

- Our Taurus wagon died recently so we are now the proud owners of a '98 Ford Windstar van... and no, we don't have any big announcements to make! We found a good deal on a good vehicle and hopefully it will last us for several years... or at least until we can afford something else!

- We are anxious to see our family during the holidays and look forward to spending a week in Wisconsin with the Pecks and a week in Pennsylvania with Danielle's family, especially to celebrate Kara's 21st birthday! woohoo!

- There have been several health concerns in Danielle's family but God has been so gracious and allowed problems to be detected and dealt with fairly early, and everyone is doing okay at this point. Praise the Lord!

- We have found a church home after what seemed like months of searching and are settling in at Cornerstone Bible Church, looking forward to building relationships there.

Just Ducky

Thought I would introduce you to a few of our friendly neighbors...
when we moved in our townhouse here in VA Beach, we had a mommy and daddy Muscovy duck nesting under the tree outside our front door, and there were several eggs in the nest. I was excited to think that we would have baby ducklings waddling around our front yard ( as long as the dog did not get out) but 8 weeks passed and the eggs never hatched so alas, we were duckling-less. However, our street seems to be the place to be when you're a duck, so we have been able to see a dozen or more ducklings grow up this summer as they tend to wander pretty freely from front yard to front yard. I have always been surprised at the apparent fearlessness of these ducks as they don't run away or hide from humans (or dogs!), but I was still surprised when the other night I opened my door to see the 9 ducks in my driveway and they started heading straight for my front door! I am convinced that had I not kept my door shut but for a crack, they would have come right inside. See them standing there on our welcome mat? That white one in front is apparently the ring leader and the most curious one... ya have to admit they are still pretty cute... So anyways, we haven't met many of our human neighbors yet but our feathered friends are quite friendly!

Thoughts

There are several things I could write about today, seeing as we just returned from a family vacation in Mexico, and I am beginning classes again in just a week... but instead I just wanted to share something from my heart and will wait for those other conversations to come later...

Something I have always accepted as truth fairly easily is the goodness of God. I believe that God is fully good and fully love. I believe that God desires the best for me in my life and for everyone who calls him Father. Its sometimes hard to grasp but I believe that God is passionate about me, that He loves me with an all consuming, never-changing, unconditional love that is like no other love we can experience. I believe that God desires me, that He seeks me and is full of affection towards me. I am God's treasured bride and He delights in me.

How amazing is that? How utterly humbling and unbelievable is that? Certainly if God's love towards me was based upon my actions or my thoughts or my desiring after Him, I could not believe these things because I am not worthy. I fall so short. I am marred and broken. Yet God looks at me and sees something beautiful, something desirable, something He longs for. How is this possible? It is His nature. The very nature of God is one that desires relationship. And how blessed am I that God desires a relationship with me, despite my inadequacies, my short comings, my weaknesses, my immaturities, my brokenness. What an amazing God we serve.

I began this post with the intention of posing a challenge to myself and to you based upon the above thoughts... but I changed my mind. If you have read this, be encouraged. Be full of joy and amazement. The Lord desires you, whether you are walking in obedience at the moment or not. It is never too late to turn back, to ask for forgiveness, to admit your weaknesses and claim the pureness of Christ. So clap your hands for joy, kneel before the King in humility, sing praises of hallelujah and thankfulness to the Glorious One. He desires to be in relationship with you. Let that truth guide your next step...