Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Frugal Bride 

You know, this wedding thing is really bogus. I can't believe how much emphasis people put on tradition, leaving no room for individuality and personal expressiveness. I keep hearing comments like:

"Oh, you aren't having a cake? Well, that's different, isn't it?"

"You have how many bridesmaids? Five! That's HUGE!"

"You're having the wedding in Hamilton? Ew, it's gross."

Etc., etc.,

I am also finding that the more I plan this wedding, the more I despise the global (or specifically, North American/European)system. Nothing is ever easy, and you can't survive without a mastercard. And why do I have to put deposits on EVERYTHING?!!! I try to cut costs wherever possible, but this wedding thing is like the hoover vaccuum of the societal sphere.

All in all, I am actually really enjoying the minute details of planning this wedding. It can be a very personal and wonderful way to creatively express the relationship you share with your other half. Jay and I are pleasantly surprised with just how well things are coming along, and can hardly wait for JB5 to play at our reception. There's nothing like live jazz and chocolate covered fruit (instead of the cake) to make it feel like it was all worth it!!!

Monday, June 14, 2004

I am SCHMOOTH...oh and STAG AND DOE.  

So, I have had the most unbelievably crazy past few weeks. I have never felt more horribly uncoordinated and awkward than in this past month. It all started a few weeks ago when I was working out (bad idea...never go to Body PUMP when you think you're going to Body Flow...my body definitely flows more than it pumps) and I severely pulled a muscle in my right arm that kept me from using it for a few days. That same weekend I was at a get together with the girls from Dorm 11, when Ashley accidentally smushed my finger in the car door...and on the same debilitated right arm! So then, I went home, which seemed like a safe idea, and I dyed my hair what was supposed to be a coppery red colour, and it turned out orange! I had this gigantic orange streak down the back of my head, something like a mohawk, which I am sure you can imagine looked awesome on me! So if that wasn't enough, I started my first shift doing catering for the Parkwood gala, which is a silent auction fundraiser for the Oshawa hospital. The ballroom was beautiful! Entirely marble, exquisite chandeliers, impeccable table arrangements...the whole place was enchanting. Especially, when I dropped three beautiful entrees on the floor. And then cried.Then, a few days ago I got in my first car accident. I won't even get into those details...thankfully, it wasn't anything serious. But, wow. Do I ever feel graceful, elegant and dainty.

So enough about that. The EXCITING news is that our Stag and Doe is this coming weekend, and it is going to be one incredible time! Melissa, Katrina, Mira, Ashley, Dylon and Chris have put an amazing amount of time into organizing this thing, and I am so thrilled with how it's turned out! I am going to post the info from Kat below. I would love to see you guys there!


The marvelous RACHEL EPPS and the stunning JASON LEGG are soon to be married!

On June 18th,

there’s going to be a HUGE party, and YOU want to be there!

The evening features a BBQ starting at 6:30pm, lots of FANTASTIC games, and an amazing CONCERT starting at 8pm!

This gala is in the wonderful Dylon Nofziger’s backyard, so you will want to come prepared with lawn chairs. The event is also BYOB (Bring Your Own Booze), but there will be lots of delicious refreshments available at the party. The concert features amazing musical talent, such as the great tunes of James Blomendaal, Laura Stewart, Ashley Hayman, Mikey Arce, Nathan Martin, Ben Goheen, and Mira Ponomarenko!

So buy your ticket today! Tickets are $8 and we would love it if you bought them in advance from Mira Ponomarenko at 905-304-6510, Ashley Hayman at 519-622-8026, or Dylon Nofziger at 905-304-9145 .

So please spread the word around (forward this email :o)!) about this great time on June 18th and I hope to see you there – it’s going to be an AWESOME time!

Directions to Dylon’s backyard:

-from the 403 (and/or QEW… just take the QEW to the 403 Brantford):

Take the Garner Road exit. Turn left onto Garner/Rymal Road. Just before the Redeemer University College building, turn left onto Kitty Murry Lane. The house in on the right, and is #421.

-from the LINC take the Garth St exit. Turn away from the lake (if you’re going East take a left) all the way down Garth Street. Almost at the end, turn right on Garner Road/Rymal Road. Just past Redeemer University College, turn right on Kitty Murry Lane, and Dylon’s house is # 421.

Rach <><

Wednesday, May 05, 2004

Lethargy is bliss 

Ok, I know it has been forever since I last wrote. I have heard the many, many complaints and the comments that I have no excuses for abandoning my blog for such an extended time. To be completely honest, I would sit and stare at my computer thinking "I really should blog" and then the next instant say "meh" and go downstairs to get a spoonful of peanut butter (or some other quirky thing I eat). I feel like my brain has been on pause since I came home. I have been sleeping, eating, and sleeping. There's been some praying. There's been some movement on the part of my legs... occasionally. But, until yesterday I felt like I was in perma-lethargic mode. Leave it to Mira to say "Come on old lady, let's go" and drag me all over Toronto with her. My body is KILLING me today. But at least I feel like there is actually blood pumping through my veins.

So yeah, Mira and I went into Toronto yesterday to do some bridesmaids dress shopping. I was up at 6:30 a.m. to catch the Go into the city and then Mira and I gallavanted all over TO on another one of our adventures. We had some strange experiences. There was definitely this little old Asian man who tried to bowl me over with his cart. I mean, like I tried to dodge him and he pointed his cart straight at me and like a raging bull plowed toward me. He ran over my foot! Later we were walking by this homeless guy who was nurturing his four pet rats on his arm. That was...weird.

I don't know what it is about being on the subway in Toronto, but for some reason I always feel like I am in a movie. The strangest feeling is when I look at all the people around me, and in good ol' familiar dramatic style I wonder to myself "Where is that person going? Where have they come from? Who are they going home to? Anyone? What is their life story?" And then it occurs to me that none of those people know who I am either. I am just a number. Another person. What is happening in my life may or may not be a question on their mind when they look at me. I am just some girl that evaporates from their memory as soon as I step off that magical sub-terranean vehicle. It's a place, just like the bus or plane, that seems to unite us if even momentarily, in the pulse and movement of life. It's so rarely that any real lasting connection is ever made here. I have decided to capture one face in my mind everytime I step onto the bus, or train, or subway car, sear it into my memory and then pray for that face (not just their face...I will pray for the whole person) that same day. Maybe, if I pray right then and there I can pray for a whole bunch of faces! Yah! It may seem like a strange notion. It kind of is, I guess. I'll let you know how it is going.

Another one of my strange goals for the summer, is to make my way over to Pearson Airport and sit at the arrival gate and watch people reunite. I think that this spot is one of the best local places to go to witness the deep love that people have for each other. The phrase "Absence makes the heart grow fonder" comes to mind. Just once, to warm my spirit, I want to do that. I watched the film "Love Actually" (which I thought was rubbish) and this idea sprouted from the introduction of the movie. Perhaps the only worthwhile part of the film....though I'm sure that would be argued.

Anyhoo, enough ramblin' for one blog. You all have a rather spiffin' day!


Friday, April 02, 2004

Post-Modern Art and the Disillusioned Experience 

I am about to analyze a piece by Gentileschi, "Judith Beheading Holofernes," for my Art History class and am accompanied by my good friend, Miles Davis, as I meditate. The selection of music is not altogether complimenting the era within which the piece was produced. But, there is never a bad time to listen to jazz, is there?

Just to blend epochs a little more, I am going to break before I start and write a little tidbit on this fascinating Post-Modern church that Cuthill lectured on last class. Apparently, these two guys got together sometime mid-20th century to artistically express the disillusionment of Post-modernity via architectural symbolism. So these guys, Newman and Rothco, build this church which stands simply for that purpose. In front of the church is a structure placed within a fountain that is designed as such: the base, being the water, parallels the meaninglessness or void upon which the ideals of man have been established. Upon that rests a pyramid, expressing the height of the advanced Egyptian civilization (progress, movement, sciences, etc.,). To top the whole thing off, a precariously positioned obelisk turned on its head is balanced on the apex of the pyramid. This, of course, symbolizes Roman power and civilization. The poignancy of the structure is the thought that has pervaded the "Post-modern" era; that all of man's aspirations and dreams are empty and broken, meaningless and foundationless. The inverted obelisk portrays that all of the progress of man has been turned on his own head. Pretty odd looking thing, but what a statement!

Then Rothco got real creative. The murals that decorate the walls of the church are, quite simply, colour fields. That's right. A mass of canvas with one plain, inert colour streaked across it from corner-to-corner. What does this mean, you ask? Apparently, since the eye could focus on absolutely nothing within these pieces--no object, no movement, no lines, no shape, no perspective--they protested that there is no longer any focus on anything meaningful, progressive, or spiritual within our Western culture.


I think it would be a tad depressing to visit such a church. And at the same time, altogether fascinating.

Just some food for thought.

God Bless on all your studies and various responsibilites :o)!

Rach <><

Friday, March 26, 2004

I'm a Goldfish in Redeemer's Bowl.  

Today has been just one really "out-of-the-bubble" day. For some reason I am reminded of some lyrics from an Ani DiFranco song that Jay taught me. Something about being a goldfish in a bowl whose little plastic castle surprises her every single time. Sometimes I feel like that fish. Sometimes I just need to get out of here to be reminded that there is more to life than around this plastic castle.

This morning I had a really interesting discussion in Room 111 with just Mira, Jay and Rafik Kamel. A number of issues heating up our school (homosexuality, feminism...) were the topics of choice. As we were discussing male headship I came to fully appreciate that God formed men and women so that they would compliment each other just so. I certainly do not feel that men and women are equally endowed with all of the same gifts, but that is truly the beauty of our partnership with our significant others. I believe that the abilities that we have been given accordingly, although often quite different, are exactly what unites us into a single whole. And with that complete understanding of those separate gifts and acceptance therewith we come also to more deeply understand the character of Christ, and just how equal we are regardless of our gender differences and varying weaknesses or strengths (whew...run-on sentence). I think it is critical to recognize the kind of leadership that Paul speaks of when he discusses male headship. When Paul says that man must love his wife as Christ loved the church, most importantly we need to remember that Christ served the church by dying for it and that is the form of leadership that men are then called to. To love their wives with that devotion, and to love Christ that much more, will make them a "little Christ" servant and leader. To serve their wives in their leadership. As women, we must understand that submitting to our husbands is equally important, and a humility that Christ calls us to. But, if all men served (led) the way that I believe Christ intended, we would absolutely want to submit to our men. Our inherent needs for provision, safety, and comfort are met while our counterparts' needs for serving, providing, and attending are met.

Galatians 3:28 "There is no longer Jew or Greek, slave or free, male or female, for all of you are ONE in CHRIST JESUS"
There's that oneness that God intended for all his people. How much more for man and wife who come together FOR LIFE in the celebrated harmony of their complimenting differences?

Anyhow, about that bubble. Jay and I went out with Adam Britain and Camille Lakjer (Adam's fiancee) to this little nifty cafe called The Bean Bar (which apparently proudly supports homosexuality, which is a whole other topic that I would love to discuss but will refrain from doing). And as I looked around I just felt so isolated from the world (which in a sense is good, but also bad) and that I don't even know what kinds of things truly happen out there. I feel very ignorant. What does it man to be fully a part of the world today? How deep has sin etched itself into people's lives? I don't hear about it anymore. And I am not sure I want to. But I have just had this longing to hear someone's story, and then to ask them "How do you feel about having the most inexplicable joy fill your heart for all of eternity?"

I am really tired...and I am certain that half of this blog didn't make any sense. So go easy on me, boys.

In Him I sleep,

Rach <><

Sunday, March 14, 2004

Lost in Procrastination 

I wish I had something interesting to say right now. I don't. But, I wanted to let you fellow bloggers know that I was thinking of you.

P.S. Anticipating the upcoming bloggers' convivium, but apparently I must meet a certain quota of blogs before I am able to attend (thanks Rob J.) :o)!

Friday, March 12, 2004

Spain's 9/11 

I am always so perturbed by the front page of the newspaper. How often does the media explode onto the front page with good news? Exciting news? Miraculous news? A Baby Was Born! Today is National Something Day! There Are Missionaries Bringing the Gospel to the Lost Everyday! Jesus Lives! We Are An Affluent Country!

So, inevitably I opened the paper today and was struck in the face by a photo of a mangled railway car, charred and unrecognizable aside from the caption below. Spain had been victimized by terrorist bombings of what is believed to be the Al Qaeda. The ETA (Basques of the Fatherland and Freedom) is also suspected to have had a part in the attacks. What is this? I cannot believe how morally eroded our world has become over the course of time. There were 190 people killed, and over 1,200 injured! Descriptions of the explosions' victims were graphic. I am so internally seared by the images and the mental visualizations and yet I cannot even begin to comprehend the pain and suffering that results from such viscious and senseless cruelty. It hits me when I think "What was I doing at 7:50 am yesterday morning when Madrid was suffering the loss of loved ones?" We just have no idea what that must be like.

And yet, I know that the day of Christ's coming is approaching and when I see how lost and misled God's children are I can still have hope in that day. Let's keep Spain and the March 11th victims in our prayers.

All That Jazz 

So now that I am beginning to understand the clockwork of this whole Blog thing, particularly the simplicity of adding a link, I am going to discuss my more recent musical interests and even include some not-to-be-ignored links to the artists' websites. Yay!

First of all, not more than 1 hour ago I was myself introduced to an artist named Damien Rice. After another adventure with Mira (it's always an adventure with Mira) at Limeridge, I wound up with a rather substantial bruise to my bank account and --amidst my many treasures-- Damien Rice's CD "O." Just a foretaste, the Yahoo review described this rather unusual (and seemingly disturbed) artist as an "Irish singer-songwriter creating intense melodic music underpinned by emotionally acute lyrics." I would like to meet the individual who writes those little blurbs underneath the website link. Anyhow, yeah. That pretty much expresses his general style. Alot of cello, strings, acoustic guitar in the forefront, and nice blend of both male and female vocals. There is even a clarinet intro to one of the songs. I highly recommend the piece "Cold Water" and another titled "Canonball." I think Jay, Ben Goheen, and myself may be attempting one of the songs for the upcoming Coffee House.

Next, Tom Waits. I cannot tell you much about him. I have heard one song, but I really enjoyed his deep, raspy voice. Kind of reminiscent of Louis Armstrong's style. Jazzy.

I think everyone who knows Jay and I, know that we are HUGE Jack Johnson fans. Actually, of all the more recent indy artists I have heard, he is most certainly my favourite. As of right now, he has two CD's that I know of: "BrushFire Fairytales" and "On and On". He has also produced a film titled "Thicker than Water" which apparently covers his personal surfing expeditions around the world. There is a soundtrack with original tunes that can now also be purchased at a not-too-friendly price. This website is great for the Bonus Audio and Video Tracks, as well as for a picture of Jack with a goat. Kind of random.

Two words. Ben Folds. If you haven't already heard him, you need to. Bottom line. You must have heard "Brick" ("She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly...") and thought it was beautiful! Caution: Some of his pieces have some pretty explicit lyrics. Mainly, his band was led by him on piano, lots of percussion, and phenomenal vocals. Now that the band his split up, it is just him rockin' out on his keys, but still wooing audiences and throwing them into fits of frenzy. Well...kind of. When Jay and I went to see him last November, we were thrown into fits of frenzy.

Ok, that's it. Another long blog...which according to Mikey is a Blogging faux pas. Meh.

Rach <><

P.S. Another plug for Ben Folds...he was pounding his keys so hard at the Detroit concert (where we were) that he broke a piano string. Intense.

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