apparently i've been tagged...

If you want background on what this is, check out Carissa's post: http://creativecarissa.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag.html

I find this to be somewhat hilarious...it's like a blog world chain letter of sorts...so because my friend (whom I happen to like a bunch) tagged me, I will humor her by posting my seven answers...but I'm not going to tag anyone else...sorry...I'm a kill-joy I guess...

So here are my seven random things about your truly:

1) I have always wanted to be a rock star. This may not surprise some of you. I would love to tour, rock out on stage, wear crazy (but appropriate) attire, have CDs with my name on them, etc etc. Essentially, if I wasn't busy being responsible, I'd go out a be a rock star.

2) I don't like cake. I love pie, especially when Johanna makes it...but cake, not so much.

3) I don't like snow. Okay, so it's pretty when no one has trampled through it yet. But to be quite honest, I hate being cold and I don't like getting wet unless I'm in a swim suit and intend to get wet. Thus being outside in the snow, whether playing or shoveling our parking spot does not rank high up on the list of fun things for Sarah to do.

4) The smell of chlorinated pools brings joy to my heart. I really would love to have an office that overlooks a swimming pool just so that I can smell it. Okay, so maybe not that extreme, but I do love the smell of pools. It reminds me of some of the best times in my childhood.

5) If I could pick out my ideal life it would be something like the Amish...big family, tight community, farming of some sort, living life, loving each other, and working hard. Seriously though, all of the modern junk that we have just to make our lives easier makes me irritated sometimes. I think it's just the hippie inside me or something. But living the simpler life appeals to me.

6) From the time that I knew about getting married and changing your name, I always maintained that I would marry a man with five letters in his last name. My first, middle, and maiden last name were all five letters, and I wasn't stoked to change that up. I'm a nerd about numbers, letters, and any pattern found in them. Thus I was quite relieved that Joshua's last name is the appropriate length. I would have married him anyway, but it helps that his name matched my silly criteria.

7) Last but not least...I would like to learn to play a musical instrument well. Seriously...I used to play the cello and I was pretty good. But since that, I have not been able to (or maybe patient enough) to learn anything new. I think it really comes to being persistent and patient. Hmmm...

Well, there are my random facts for you. Soon and very soon I'll have a post with everything that's been going on in our life lately. Fun times.

Update

After a week of bed rest (for all intents and purposes), some pain medication, and many fun band-aids, I have officially cleared by the doctor to go back to life as usual. Granted, I went back to work on Monday and have been cooking the whole time...but it still feels good to have your surgeon say "Looks great! You can do whatever you want." Hooray! I still have a little bit of healing left to do with my incisions, but they are pretty much healed.

Thanks so much for all of your prayers! God certainly has carried me through a scary and potentially stressful time.

Appendix Adventure

Please forgive me if this post ends up meandering at all...I'm currently taking Vicodin and it makes me, well, quite a bit spacey...

This past Monday was the beginning of quite an adventure (if one could in fact call it that). Monday night after dinner I started having pain in my abdomen. Not any kind of normal pain. No, the kind of pain that is located where your appendix resides...the kind of pain that makes one think "Hmm...this isn't a good sign." However, not ever having had my appendix hurt before (and not having any other accompanying symptoms) I decided to wait a bit to see if the pain really was my appendix, or if it was something else--a pulled muscle, indigestion, cramps, etc.

As Monday turned into Tuesday, however, I began to think that it probably was my appendix (not that I was too excited about this realization). This was mostly due to the fact that I no longer having pain just where my unhappy appendix was but throughout the rest of my abdomen as well (my back even hurt!). Unfortunately, Tuesday was a busy day--I had my summative evaluation interview (a graduation requirement) as well as some meetings at work. I dragged myself out of bed to get to the interview and apologized to Drs. Isaac and Rosell for a) being late and b) not feeling too fabulous. I think at that point I was still hoping that it wasn't really my appendix, but perhaps some alien that had invaded my body or something. After the interview, I made my way to work where I was subsequently miserable until finally leaving early to make my way home. I'm sure that my boss thought my parting email was a bit odd--"I feel terrible and I'm going home. See you tomorrow." It all made sense the next day when Joshua called him to let him know that I had had my appendix out.

So I made it home from work, although driving was far from comfortable. I then spent my afternoon listening to an audiobook, writhing in pain, and taking my temperature. Once my temp got to a certain point (and I realized that it was probably not an alien in my stomach causing all of my problems), I walked out into the living room and informed Joshua that it was time to go to the ER. I think I was much calmer about it than I perhaps should have been, but I didn't have much energy left to be crazy about it. We got to the ER around 7 pm and they took me back right away (the benefit of having a potentially life threatening emergency). Pretty much every nurse and doctor asked me the same questions--and they were all surprised when I told them that I hadn't felt nauseated at all. I guess that's odd for someone with appendicitis, but I wasn't complaining--I hate throwing up! I would like to take a moment to point out that my nurses (and doctors) were amazing. I have never had an operation before--no broken bones, no stitches. So I pretty much had no idea what was going to be happening to me. I was scared (understandably so), and every nurse that took care of me--whether for a few minutes or for a longer period of time--took fabulous care of me. They were kind and understanding, and each one kept me informed of what way going on, and encouraged me in every way possible. Praise the Lord for good nurses!

I had my very first IV inserted and the nurse proceeded to take some blood samples and hook me up to fluids. We then spent the next few hours hanging out in my ER room. They took me to have a CT scan at one point, but for the most part I just laid in bed while Joshua read to me. Have I mentioned what a fabulous husband I have?

Finally, the powers that be decided that all signs pointed to my appendix being the cause of all my misery (I could have told them that hours earlier) and so I was transferred to a larger hospital for surgery. Apparently the ER we went to is pretty much only an ER--they don't do surgeries, in-patients, etc. So I had another first--I got to ride in an ambulance. Woo hoo. At this point, it was about 2:30 am and I still hadn't slept at all (neither had Joshua). So I was exhausted, in pain, and ready to just get this all over with. Once we got to the new ER, we once again just hung out for a while, waiting for the surgeon to come poke and prod some more. Thankfully, we got an ER room that had both a regular exam table and a gurney, so Joshua finally had a chance to lie down and nap. The nurse even brought him a blanket and pillow (which apparently doesn't happen too often). The poor guy crashed out immediately and slept for most of the time that we were in the room. I, on the other hand, kept being interrupted by people needing to do paperwork, wanting to take my vitals, coming to poke my stomach some more--you get the picture. I think I got a mini-nap, lasting all of about 15 minutes.

Finally, the anesthesiologist came in and informed me that they were ready for me in the operating room. Yay! I vaguely remember her mentioning that it was about 5:30 am as she was injecting me with drugs. I don't really remember much else--the drugs were good and I was thoroughly exhausted. When I woke up, it was around 9:30 am (I think). Things were pretty foggy, but I sort of remember Joshua coming in to say goodbye before he went home to get some sleep. I also remember the surgeon coming in to tell me that the operation went well, and that although my appendix had been severely inflamed there were no perforations. Hooray! This news meant that, in theory, my recovery time should be much shorter because my appendix didn't wreak too much havoc on my insides.



At some point while I was still sleeping soundly, I was moved up to a regular room--with no roommate, I might add. I continued sleeping on and off until about 3 pm. Can I just say that having "room service" in a hospital is pretty cool?!?! I got to call room service and order exactly what I wanted for each meal. That was great--and the food wasn't too bad either. Wednesday was pretty much what one would expect from a hospital stay--nurses came by to check on me, they kept me full of drugs, blah blah blah. Joshua came back in the afternoon and stayed with me until bedtime. I couldn't ask for a better husband really. He dropped everything (even though he had a paper to write and a test to study for) to be with me--and he didn't complain about it once. He was so great (and continues to be so)! I also had a visit from one of our priests, Father Bart. He came and hung out for about half an hour or so, just chatting and whatnot. Before he left, he anointed me and prayed for my recovery. It was really cool. I feel so blessed to be part of a church that takes seriously the call to tend to the sick. Father Bart and our other priests regularly visit parishioners who are in the hospital or who are chronically ill and forced to stay at home. What a way to show Christ's love!

Anyway, they kept me overnight at the hospital to make sure that I was on track recovering and whatnot. I was awakened at the lovely hour 6 am by the residents who came in to take a final look at me before approving my discharge from the hospital. I ate my last room service meal, and read for most of the morning until Joshua arrived. Finally around 10:30, my nurse came by with my discharge papers and final dose of medicine. She called a wheelchair for me, and I was free!!!

So this is day #2 at home. I'm not allowed to do much of anything (doctor's orders), so I've read a book and watched a few movies. I'm hoping to talk Joshua into checking out a season or two of a few of my favorite TV shows from Blockbuster, since that will fill up more time than movies. I can't go back to work for a week, so I just have to "enjoy" my rest and let my body recuperate. Thankfully, all of this happened at the start of the week, so I'm able to attend our Holy Week services. I was worried that I would miss out on all of the Easter celebrations, which would have really bummed me out.

I've already received a care package from my co-workers. It was such a great surprise and made me feel so loved and appreciated. Our neighbors made dinner for us last night, and we have other folks who will continue to bring us meals throughout the next week. This is a huge blessing, since I am not allowed to do housework of any kind--and this means no cooking! Our community is really good at taking care of one another, though. We've had a few gals who have been really sick during parts of their pregnancies, and everyone has pulled together to take care of them in a similar way. God really knew what He was doing when He brought us here.

This experience has reminded me of a few things, mainly that life is precious and my husband and friends are amazing. And now, I'm going to watch another movie. :)

Jury Duty

Today as I retrieved our mail I found that for the first time I have been called upon to "fulfill my civic obligation." That's right--I got summoned for jury duty. I'm not really sure why this brings such dread into my heart, but it does. Joshua has done jury duty--so have many of my friends and other relatives. It's not really a big deal since most of the time you go for a day, they don't pick you, and then you go home. I however have this seemingly irrational fear that I will be picked and then end up on a jury that's at trial for weeks. Not my idea of fun. Maybe if I hated my job this would be appealing...but since I like my job it is decidedly not appealing. I don't have to serve until June, so I will have to post again on my thrilling adventure, to be sure.

On another, but related, topic...they tell you on the form that you have to return that you can reply online. However, when one goes online one finds that this is not a viable option since that part of the website is under construction. Lame. I don't like sending those postage-paid postcards through the mail because of the possibility of identity theft, etc. Thus, I will spend money on a stamp to return this pre-paid piece of cardstock instead of being able to get all of this accomplished online. Yargh. I am now stepping down from my soapbox.

On a happier note...my parents are coming out in about six weeks. I'm really excited to have them here. Mostly because I just plain like them, but also because it will be fun to have visitors that I can actually play hostess to. I've taken the time off from work, so I will have family time for a whole week. Hurray! Again, there will likely be a post on this adventure (which will obviously be much more fun than jury duty).

Lenten thoughts

It's been literally months since my last post. So much has happened since then, but that will be part of another soon-to-come blog post. In the meantime, I wanted to share a prayer from our Lenten worship service that has really gotten me thinking. I think that this Collect really embodies a lot of what Lent is about. It's such an honest appraisal of the human condition, and it causes me to stop and think every time that we pray it. I hope that it serves as a reminder to you of how broken we really are, and at the same time how amazing our God is.

Collect of Lent

Almighty and everlasting God, who hatest nothing that thou hast made and dost forgive the sins of all those who are penitent: Create and make in us new and contrite hearts, that we, worthily lamenting our sins and acknowledging our wretchedness, may obtain of thee, the God of all mercy, perfect remission and forgiveness; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

Happy New Year

Good Prayers....

So for the last year or so, I have been blessed by the great Puritan prayers found in the book The Valley of Vision. They are so theologically rich. Since I am so swamped with research and paper writing right now, I want to share with you one of the great prayers that comes at the very beginning of the book. I hope that you are blessed and encouraged by it....

The Valley of Vision
Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley.

Freedom Trail and amazing heritage

For the last week (give or take), our good friend Maria has been out visiting us. She and I had the opportunity to go down to Boston and walk the Freedom Trail together. Joshua and I did this the second or third day that we were here with the Lannings, so I already knew what to expect. Little did I know that being in the area for two years, and being steeped in the history of Boston and its surrounding areas would make such a dramatic difference. This trip to the city took on new life, as I was able to appreciate the richness of the history that was all around me. Even visiting the cemetaries was more amazing with a bit of knowledge of gravestone art. Maria and I had an awesome day absorping history and the beauty of the Boston area in the fall. I've included some of my favorite pictures from the day.

Even if you never come out while we are here (we're cheap tour guides, after all)--I strongly encourage you to come out and experience the richness of the history that you find in Boston.

Maine Adventures

This story proves that you never know what will happen when you head out on a road trip....

On Wednesday, Joshua and I headed up to Freeport, Maine with Jon and his fiancee Joy. There are many tales that I could tell from the day. Jon and Joshua planned the whole thing and it was pretty much awesome. They even planned a bountiful feast (aka picnic lunch) for us at a gorgeous park on the coast. But this story is the one I want to share (right now) because it was seriously amazing.

We were driving home, after an exhausting but fantastic day, and all of the sudden we blew a tire. Joshua immediately pulled over to the side of the freeway and the boys got out to assess the damage. They did what every man would do--jacked up the car, took off the lug nuts, and began to remove the tire to put on the spare. It was really the removing the tire part that caused problems. They kicked, they tugged, they used a nasty tree branch to try to bash it off the axle--to no avail. So then we do the other smart thing...we called AAA. (a side note: AAA was seriously unhelpful)

Well, as we're on the phone with AAA, a state trooper rolls up behind us--lights flashing and all. He was extremely nice and after making sure that we were all okay, he called his dispatch to have a service truck come and help us with the tire. After he left, we were just standing around, eating Chips Ahoy chocolate chip cookies, and wondering how long it would take for a truck to get to us.

Now for the cool part...
As we were waiting for either AAA or the other service truck to come, we suddenly see the tail lights of a car backing up on the shoulder in front of us. This guy gets out of his car and comes over to where our car is. Jon, being the protective guy, goes over to tell the guy that we've got everything under control--two trucks are coming for us. He kind of shrugged and said "I'm a mechanic...want me to see if I can help?" And so he does...he walked over to the car, Joshua and Jon explain what's going on with the tire, and he takes a look at it. And then he did the coolest thing...he climbed under the car and, with his steel toed boots, full on kicked the tire off the axle! It was like Chuck Norris had come to our rescue. He stands back up, moves the blown tire to the side, puts the spare on...and then leaves. He was barely there long enough for us to thank him.

Not only was this guy extremely cool for roundhouse kicking the tire off the Audi, he also saved us from a long wait in the rain after dark. Amazing.

Well, we got home safely, and as I type this post Jon and Joy are getting the tires replaced.

Praise God for fun road trips and for the Good Samaritans who still stop to help the person in need!!!

Major Prayer request

(this was also sent as an email to many of you--this is a reminder to please pray for us)

Hi Friends and Family~

Some of you may already know (either from the email update or from Joshua's blog) that Joshua is scheduled to have his wisdom teeth removed on this coming Tuesday (9/26). Over the last months (years is probably more accurate) he has experienced discomfort due to the pressure of the impacted teeth, as well as pain simply from the presence of them in his mouth. While we are excited that he will finally be able to have them removed, it is also coming at a hard time for us--both academically and financially. Joshua will likely miss several classes (one of them potentially being his very first at Harvard) because of the recovery time involved in this kind of surgery. He will be dealing with the more nasty side of recovery and probably taking pain medication, all the while trying to keep up with his reading and studies for classes. The surgery is also going to cost considerably more that we had first anticipated. The original quote that the surgeon gave Joshua was almost half of what we are now expected to pay. While neither of us had any illusions that this would be inexpensive, we certainly were not prepared for the burden of the final bill that will be handed to us. Though there is some money in our savings account that can (and likely will) be put towards this, we were hoping that would be a nest egg for the (future) addition of children to our family. There is the possibility of various credit cards with little to no interest, but we are loathe to add that kind of debt to our lives.

All of this to say...please be praying for both of us in the following ways:

1. That the surgery would go well and that Joshua's recovery time would be swift
2. That Joshua's teachers would be understanding and gracious, and that he would be able to keep up with his studies and not get too far behind
3. That God would provide financially in a mighty way

Thank you all for your love and support in our lives! Thank you also for your prayers for us, on this occasion and always.

the begining of the end

***these are pictures representing my classes this semester: The English Reformation (Queen Elizabeth I)--the link for this is currently not working; Puritanism in America; Jonathan Edwards; and Introduction to Islam***

So this week was the first week back at classes for me. I must admit that I was dreading it just a little bit. With so much freedom over the summer (ie: no classes) I was worried that I just wouldn't be able to get back into the groove of school. My fears, I admit, were premature. I've been doing the student thing for over six years, so it's not to hard to jump back in. So far, I've started off with a bang--I already have one book under my belt and am on track with my reading. I have two of my four paper topics chosen, and some of the books that I will need checked out. I have mapped out my reading requirements, and added all of the critical dates to my calendar. Both my desk at home and the one I use in the library are organized and stocked with resources.

What does this all mean? Well, practically, it means that I may survive this hectic semester without going insane. It also means that after all these years, and now being so close to the end of it all, I might actually know what I'm doing as a student. Funny thought....

I may from time to time share what I'm learning in my classes, or post brief "did-you-know" comments...but overall, I will likely disappear from this blog until the end of the semester. So, keep me in your thoughts and prayers...for my sanity, my marriage, my study habits, and for finishing my master's degree well.

May you be blessed by the Lord as you approach those things which He has called you to, and be strengthened by the mercy and grace that He pours out on us all through the Blood of the Lamb.

meeting famous people

One of the perks of working at CBD is that every once in a while, we have authors, musicians, and other wonderful folks come in to meet the employees and customers. I had the privilege of meeting Karen Kingsbury over the weekend. This woman is a brilliant writer. Seriously though, how many people do you know who can bust out eight novels in one year!??! She's truly gifted. Plus, she completely shattered my paradigm of Christian fiction. I was always a little (well, okay completely) snooty when it came to Christian fiction. I thought, "it's all sappy junk that doesn't deal with real life issues and just makes Jesus a warm and fuzzy friend." Don't we all think that sometimes? Well, maybe it's just me. Anyway, my brother's girlfriend Mandy really likes Karen's books, and since I think Mandy has a good head on her shoulders and doesn't just read lightweight stuff, I figured I'd give KK's books a try. Was I in for a surprise! She writes about hard stuff...the things that people go through in the real world...divorce, unplanned pregnancy, anger, bitterness, etc, etc... And in the midst of it all, the Light of the world shines through. I can understand why books like this can be life-changing for people. Anyway, all this to say--she's a wonderful writer and a very genuine person. I felt like I have known her for years while we were chatting. Plus, she's from Washington state...which automatically qualifies one as cool. :)

For anyone who is curious about who this woman is and why her books affected me in such a way, check out her website www.karenkingsbury.com. You might even find a picture of me on there!

May the Lord bless you and keep you in His amazing grace!

highlights

Well, we had an awesome time at home with my family. I'm not really sure that I can explain how good it was to be with them. After the whirlwind weekend of my grandfather's memorial service, it was nice to just hang out with them and not be rushing around everywhere. I know I've said it already, but I'll say it again--I have a fantastic family.

I wanted to share a few pictures from our trip. If you want some commentary on the trip, or other more "serious" pictures, check out Joshua's blog--he did a stellar job of documenting it. My purpose here is simply to highlight the fact that I am not the only goofy one in my family. :) (notice that somehow my parents escaped being captured on film while being silly...but they did smile quite nicely upon request)

How Great Thou Art

This is a song that my father has sung at many funerals. And while I sometimes associate it with someone's death, the words are very powerful and true. Every time I hear or sing it, tears come to my eyes--not because I usually hear it at a memorial service but because I am reminded of our amazing God, His love, and that He is always bigger than what is going on in my life. So, read and be reminded that God is great.



O Lord my God, When I in awesome wonder,
Consider all the worlds Thy Hands have made;
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder,
Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When through the woods, and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
And when I think, that God, His Son not sparing;
Sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in;
That on the Cross, my burden gladly bearing,
He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation,
And take me home, what joy shall fill my heart.
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration,
And then proclaim: "My God, how great Thou art!"
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!

grace under fire...

Apparently I don't have much of the above mentioned characteristic. No, this is not some sarcastic remark. It's something I have been thinking quite a bit about. This lack comes down to two of my other characteristics, which can sometimes be a blessing and sometimes definitely the opposite. Firstly, I am loyal. This plays out in many different ways--staying in a job that is physically too hard on my body because I don't want to let down my boss, letting my anger rise probably too quickly when someone attacks my husband in any way, holding tenaciously to my point of view even when I'm wrong. These sorts of things generally aren't the good side of my loyalty. However, if you are a friend you may already know that you can always count on me to stand by your side, no matter what. If you are an employer, you know that I will work hard even to my physical detriment.

My other trait (which is often a flaw) is that I don't do well with blunt criticism. This is due to many factors which I cannot (and should not) go into here. Let it be said that I know I need slightly thicker skin. This trait of mine gets me in trouble because if someone wounds me with their words, I often react like a hurt animal--lashing out--or simply ignoring what has been said. Obviously this is not a good thing, but I recognize it in myself nonetheless.

So, you may ask, why am I baring this part of myself to the cyber world? What reason might I have for sharing all of this with you, who may be friend or total stranger? Well, if you look at some of my earlier posts, you will see that one has been revised. In this post I was more than insensitive and pointed my finger accusingly when I should have just stayed silent. I have revised that post because I've done a lot of thinking since I first published it. Much of this thinking is because of my anonymous cyber "brother." At first, when I read his (or her, I'm sorry I don't know even that) comment to my post I was quite angry and upset. But the more I've thought about it, the more I've realized that he is more right than I was.

Thus, I have revised the post and I invite you to read what God has been doing in me since it was originally put on this blog. I have also cut out the part that Anonymous commented on. This is still accesible under comments for that post, should you desire to read it.

Here is where I would like to thank anonymousblogcomments for giving me a prod and helping me to realize that I am not always right. Thank you for reminding me that I need to be more like Christ and less like a Pharisee. Thank you for caring enough to comment at all, knowing that your voice may or may not be heard. I take back what I said in my original post--that shows quite a bit of courage.

May you be blessed with people who keep you humble and be continually shaped and molded by our wonderful and merciful Lord.

fascinating and frightening...

A friend brought this article to my attention. I find the concept very interesting. Yet the book lover in me...the one who loves the feel of a book against my hands, and the smell of new pages...is a bit worried about what this might mean for the publishing industry as a whole. Granted, there are things that scare me more, like iBooks for your iPod. Read on to discover what may become the newest trend in the world of books...

Publishing: But Can It Make Julienne Fries?
Newsweek

July 31, 2006 issue - Imagine if there were a magic machine that could print entire books in mere minutes. You could go to a bookstore or coffee shop, choose a book online from millions of digital titles and then—poof!—out would come a fully bound book. You could get rare and out-of-print titles, in any language, and for less because the inventory isn't stored on site.

That machine exists—it's called the Espresso Book Machine—and it's currently being tested at the World Bank bookstore in Washington, D.C. (The New York Public Library and the Bibliotheca Alexandrina, in Egypt, are each getting one in the fall.) Former Random House editorial director Jason Epstein, a legend in the industry, and former Dean & DeLuca CEO Dane Neller are backing the venture. "We're on the verge of something really powerful here," says Epstein.

The current model of the machine can print the text for a 300-page book, with a color paperback cover—and bind it—in just three minutes and for only a penny per page. It will retail for less than $100,000. If publishers digitize their catalogs and booksellers get onboard (big ifs), the machine could revolutionize the current warehouse-distribution model. "I think that this may, indeed, someday come to fruition," says Jane Friedman, CEO of HarperCollins. "But there's a lot that still has to be worked out."

—Elise Soukup

URL: http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/13989046/site/newsweek/

passing...

My grandfather died on Sunday night. He was 85. I haven't really seen him since last May (2005) when we were home visiting. I suppose you could count going to the nursing home with my parents, but he was asleep. Even if he had been awake there's no way to know if he would have even known who I was. The funny thing about losing someone, especially when you're far away, is that it shakes you up a little more. You weren't there, and you feel like maybe you should have been. You never really got to say goodbye and it makes you feel like you got the raw deal--or maybe that the person wondered why they hadn't seen you lately. It's a completely different experience than being home close to where everything is happening. Almost like it's a bigger deal because you have to depart so drastically from your daily schedule to go home to be at the funeral.

The thing is...I haven't cried yet about this either. While I'm not sure how aware he was the last few years, since the dementia had gotten so bad, I know that my Grandpa was a believer. And the last six months he's been suffering a lot because of all of his physical and mental illnesses. My prayer since the day he fell and broke his hip was for God to heal him or bring him home. I'm not happy that he's gone, but I rejoice in knowing that he is no longer suffering.

There is comfort for those who are in Christ. We no longer live in fear of death, but look forward with anticipation to the resurrection of the body. Death does not have the final say. Christ's death and resurrection are for us a foreshadowing of what is to come in our own lives. Every person, believer or otherwise, will die one day. No one escapes that. But for those who place their hope in the Lord, death is passing from this into new life. It is passing from brokenness into glory. It is passing from a life that is fleeting into life everlasting.

it's offical....

I am NOT a city girl. I've always told people that I'm more of a suburb/country girl than a city girl. I like open space, pretty landscapes, quiet, and clean air. I dislike not being able to see more than a square foot of sky when you are outside. Generally, I find tall building and skyscrapers to be ugly monstrosities, as opposed to beautiful architecture. I do not like taking my life in my hands any time I want to cross a street. Dodging puddles on the ground filled with who knows what makes me more than nervous. The thing that I realized most clearly yesterday, when Joshua and I went down to Harvard to register for a class, is that I do not like having such a large number of people so close to me. Don't get me wrong, I am definitely not claustrophobic. But there's something about personal space that isn't being invaded that appeals to me. Instead of it being this wonderful adventure, it felt like stress in the form of a city. I can't even describe how wonderful it was to walk through our door into peace and quiet. Even being on the T (Boston's subway) was better than being outside on the streets because it was less crowded--since it was the middle of the day--and (sort of) cleaner. Not that Boston is dirty, don't get me wrong.

All of this to say, the Dixie Chicks' song "Wide Open Spaces" has been running through my head for the last 24 hours. The idea of a small town is alright with me...everything close together so you can just walk instead of driving your car. But a big city turns me off. I do want to be close enough so that I can have the opportunity to go see musicals, operas, symphonies, etc. But when it comes down to day in and day out--well, there's nothing like a few acres and a lot of grass to make me smile.

template frustration

Today I went on a quest to find a new and exciting template for my blog. I thought it would be nice to have something that reflected my thoughts and personality a little more than the standard options. All in all, I probably spent at least and hour or two searching for something that would be just right (like Goldilocks and the porridge). I found a few that would have been great, except for the fact that there was no way to download (or upload) them at all. There were others that were beautiful, but there were 800 steps you had to do before you could make your blog look like the sample. After all my searching (and even trying out a few of the standards) I ended up with the same template I started with. I guess sometimes you should just stick with what works.

my family rocks

So, every year for as long as I can remember (and probably longer than that), my dad's side of the family has gotten together at Battleground Lake State Park. It's a family tradition that I absolutely love. We all settle into our camp sites, go out for pizza, swim as much as possible in the lake, play pinochle until we can't hold cards any longer, eat good food, and have an all around good time. Since Joshua and I moved out to the East Coast we haven't been able to go. This is mostly due to the fact that it is more practical for us to return to Seattle during May than any other time of year. Because we can only afford to come out once, I was really bummed this year when I found out that my brother and his girlfriend are going to be there. We were talking one night and Alex (my bro) asked if we were going to come out. I told him we couldn't afford it (in so many words) and he apparently decided that was unacceptable. Somehow between my brother's desire for us to come out (did I mention that I adore my brother), and my parent's desire for him to save the money he earns this summer, a plan was worked out. Unbeknownst to me, my parents decided to fly us out for a week in August so that we can come to Battleground. I almost jumped out of my chair when I heard this. Seriously, I was that excited. And it seems that other family members are stoked that we are coming out...My greataunt Dorothy sent my dad a check--a contribution to the "bring Joshua and Sarah home" fund. Awesome.

So really all I have to say is that my family is amazing. It's been really hard to be so far away from them, especially since we can only make it home once a year. This is a huge blessing, answer to prayer, some would say miracle. We are looking forward to being with family and getting to camp in the beauty of the Pacific Northwest. Did I already mention that my family is awesome? Because...they really are.

May you experience the joy of loving and being loved by those you treasure the most.