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weird habits and random facts …

July 16, 2007

I’ve never been “tagged” to respond to a specific blog topic, but two different friends within days of each other tagged me for a “meme”. As it pertains to blogging, a meme is an idea spread from blog to blog. The object is to tell the internet random facts/habits about myself and then pass it on.

Brian from Avant shared 5 habits, and J.J. from Fuller shared 8 habits/facts. Now it’s my turn, but I’m combining the two requests to share 5 habits and 3 odd facts.

The Meme Rules:
1. I have to post these rules before I give you the facts.
2. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
3. People who are tagged need to write their own blog (about their eight things) and post these rules.
4. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
5. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.

Kristin’s Five Habits
1. I only buy orange soda in Europe. It just tastes better there.
2. I have to swim at least twice a week (unless I’m traveling). I can’t describe it, but I get antsy if I don’t.
3. I wait about two minutes before putting my seat-belt on when I get in the car and start driving.
4. I burp. A lot. In fact, I could probably burp louder than you.
5. I compulsively save coffee sleeves. This started after I made a wreath out of them last November. In addition, my friends started saving me their coffee sleeves, which I someday hope to use for another art project. People would just drop by with them, hand them off in class, and I’d even found them on my door knob.

Kristin’s Three Random facts
6. I love to travel on my birthday. I was in Miami at 7 years, Catalina Island at 9, London at 20, Paris at 24, San Fran at 25, and Las Vegas/Grand Canyon at 26.

7. On a houseboats camping trip in High School youth group, the cool thing was to do back flips off the houseboat into the delta. I was taking pictures, and realized I should seize the day and try the feat myself. Yet I’m not that cool and hit the water wrong. Ouch. By the time I made it out of the water, a two foot long bruise quickly formed down the length of my left leg. It was so gnarly, the camp staff deemed me “bruise queen” crowning me a few days later in-front of all the campers with a cut out brown paper bag. I still have said crown taped to my bedroom wall back in Concord. Nice!

7. Once my brother put soap in my green beans when I was about seven. I had no clue, and my parent’s didn’t believe me when I said they tasted funny. Thankfully when they started to foam and suds up, my claims were validated and they let me dump them out while my brother laughed hysterically. Strangely, I still love green beans.

The tagged ones:
Miriam – Let me help you procrastinate more…
Daphne – Write what you feel like! It’ll be good!
Libby – This will be good!
Ipp – I dare you to post from your iPhone…
Jamie / Kirsten – use it for a weekly ministry update!
Dean – It’d probably end up making me think
Tara – It’d make me glad I get to see you tomorrow for dinner! Yay!


Retaining faith

June 23, 2007

“Teach us, O God not to torture ourselves, not to make martyrs of ourselves through stifling reflection; but rather teach us to breathe deeply in faith, through Jesus, our Lord.” -Soren Kierkegaard

This quote hit me today and helped bring me back to some semblance of center. Studying and thinking about God, faith and culture can leave me dry, agitated and anxious. I have no answers.

Yet I have teachable lungs. I’m swimming up from the depths of books and my thoughts bursting for fresh air. Each day, I’m bursting. My soul suffocates without this faith, this freedom, this love of Jesus.

Sunday ramblings

May 13, 2007

It’s quiet around here today. Generally Sundays are … people are in and out for church all day and resting. Bits of conversation float through the windows here and there. There are the clip-clops of heeled shoes rather than scuffs of flip-flops from the rest of the week. People are so cheerful, I wonder if it’s canned Christian cheer. Maybe not, maybe they are that happy. Do I sound like that when I say hello to people? Probably. Maybe I should turn it down a notch – or not. I know the kids who are usually yelling, laughing and wailing aren’t canned – maybe that’s why I don’t mind them so much.

I’m tired and want to take a nap, but instead I organized reciepies and my image file while making a red collage for the bathroom wall. The collage is crap, and I don’t know why I spend time on the recipces since I hardly cook. I guess I’m operating off the theory if I have easy access to the few I do use (Moroccan tea, Mexican Chicken Soup, etc) I might use them more. Then maybe I’ll even use the coutless others I’ve pulled out of Real Simple… hmm…

I think I just have a passion for plastic sheet protectors and senseless organizing. Hence my excitement to learn about an image file from my Art Center painting teacher. It’s a binder with all sorts of picutures and scraps you’ve collected that catch your eye: everything from people, objects, rooms, landscapes, type, patterns (all stuffed into plastic sheets!). Then when you’re in the creative mode, you have an image bank of inspirational images ready to go. I think I’m going to love that black binder. It’s already filling up fast and validating my obsession with collecting magazines and not being able to throw them away. Now I can pull out what I like and recycle the rest. Ahhh, freedom and potential all in one.

Monk painting/sketch

It came in handy last Satuday when I sketch and painted this tibetian monk. I would never have had that type of image on hand or thought to paint it, but it felt right when I got the easel out last weekend. It’s funny, I think the sketch turned out better than the painting. Funny how that happens. I had a drawing teacher tell me the cool paintings (unfinished) get a hot (positive) reaction, while the hot paintings (finished), get a cool (negitive/neutral) reaction. Huh. Maybe that’s why I never know if I’m done.

Theology of showing up

May 13, 2007

Let’s hypothesize: a certain class you happen to be taking is very boring, so you stop going, or come late or show up “when you feel like it.” This is ok and justifiable, because … class is boring. You’ve been there, I’ve been there, so I won’t go on.

But what about the day you don’t show up and miss the most amazing lecture, or the question that lurks the class out of lethargy into discussion or possibly redirects the entire course of the class? Would you want to miss that? I’d personally want to be there!

Sure class may usually be boring, but when it is not, when it speaks, to you teaches you, challenges you, you need to be there and be ready. You need to be faithful to experience it: it’s the theology of showing up.

Losing touch with beauty

April 18, 2007

Gene Weingarten from the Washington Post poses a very interesting question in the article, Pearls before Breakfast:

Can one of the nation’s great musicians cut through the fog of a D.C. rush hour? Let’s find out.

A world class concert violinist, Joshua Bell, plays in a subway station during morning rush hour. Will anyone notice? Watch the video, almost no one does. The full article about this insightful social experiment is here, and well worth a read. It begs the question:


It’s an old epistemological debate, older, actually, than the koan about the tree in the forest. Plato weighed in on it, and philosophers for two millennia afterward: What is beauty? Is it a measurable fact (Gottfried Leibniz), or merely an opinion (David Hume), or is it a little of each, colored by the immediate state of mind of the observer (Immanuel Kant)?

Weingarten rests on Kant, context matters (in this case the am commute vs. concert hall), yet he admits this breaks down when he interviews the few commuters that did stop. They sensed the artistry and beauty to the music enough to postpone their morning commute a few minutes to listen. Yet most walked by like drones, and it strikes a nerve.

The great business mind and blogger Seth Green (author of The Purple Cow) makes the distrubing point that the rest of us would probably ignore him too.

Hmm … it is disturbing. Are we so immersed in efficiency, calculability, predictability and control (i.e. George Ritzer and his McDonalization thesis) that we have no room for art when it’s not pre-programed in? As Weingarten quotes in his article:

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

— from “Leisure,” by W.H. Davies


February 1, 2007

I admit it … I traded my last movie ticket for a beer.

I just got to the point where I couldn’t watch anymore movies. I was numb to the humanity I was seeing on screen since I’d been soaking in it all week, and my fingers (i.e. soul) were quite prune-like.

Now that I’m back in LA, I’m trying to get my head back into working on the Avant magazine again, not to mention that school starts next week and I have a literal library of books I need to be reading. The deep wrinkles are starting to fade, and it’s almost as jolting. Who thought re-entry from a film festival could be so intense?

There is so much more I want to post, at least on the themes I saw coming out from the festival, and some of the theological insight from our class sessions (general vs. special revelation, etc). I might need to un-soak more a bit. Stay tuned, I don’t think I’m done yet.

I’m here for all the films.

January 25, 2007

Inevitably when I tell people I’m a student here for the Festival, the next question is, “Do you study theatre?” or “What school do you go to?”

Then I have a choice. Do I brush off the Christian context that brings me here, or mention the spiritual and theological dialogue?

Heck, maybe I am a missionary after all. I’ve been going for it and gotten positive responses overall. Some people turn out to be local church goers and resonate (they’ve had time to engage themselves with the festival since its in their town). Others instantly tell me about the alternate films showing in churches around town with Christian content (Bonhoeffer documentary, etc.). My favorite so far has been the glazed over look with, “Oh, you’re here for those films.”

I told those ladies, “No, I’m here for all the films.”

Some grace from the city of Pasadena

January 3, 2007

I park on the street outside my apartment complex, and have to get special city permits to do so because its a 2 hour zone. These permits expired December 31, 2006.

I’d gone through the renewal process in early December for 2007, but to my dismay no new permits arrived in the mail over Christmas. Nothing before New Years. I called franticly 7am on New Years day to get the one-day exemption, and again on the 2nd. A lady on the phone told me: there’s a grace period until January 31st with 2006 permits.

Grace period. The city of Pasadena is giving me some grace. Huh. I think they probably need more time to process all the permit requests, but still… the use of the word grace, caught me a bit. The city showing me grace … every time I get in my car on the street, it makes me smile.

Rose Parade

January 1, 2007

Roses in indiviudal vials


I somehow ended up with pretty good seats for the 118th Annual Rose Parade (thanks to Joanna and Crystal who got up at 5am to find them!). Colorado Blvd – one block from Fuller’s campus was the 6 mile parade route. The place was swarming with people, and the parade lived up to its reputation.

My camera battery died, so forgive the grainy images on my flickr page. Hopefully you caught some of it on TV, and if you did, you heard much more about the floats than I could deduce on the sidelines. Yet it was amazing to SEE the details and flowers up close!

Last Saturday through a connection at my home church, I got in on a VIP tour as the floats were being built. I tried to volunteer to help (most floats are put together with volunteer help), but they really didn’t need anymore help that late in the game. It’s such a big deal down here! It’s neat to see the entire community buzz around the event. Very cool!

Have you ever walked a labyrinth?

December 31, 2006


I recommend it if you haven’t. A spiritual practice dating back … well further than rush hour commutes, denominations, and the printed word. A simple journey – in, center, out. Prayers along the way, and the experience of feeling lost in the maze of lines, peace in the center, and fulfillment and clarity on the way out.

I’ve walked a labyrinth once in Norwich, England, and have been wanting to get to Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. There they have an indoors and outdoors version available for the public. I finally made it the day before Christmas Eve. Since there was a Christmas service inside, I walked the one outside, which had good insight for me.

I walked in, sat down in the center for a minute, and started to walk out. A couple stop me as ask to take their families’ picture.

“We’re not interrupting your…uh…process or anything are we?”

Chuckling I said, “No, it’s part of the journey.”

I continued to keep walking as the service at the cathedral let out, and I was surrounded by kids running the labyrinth. The craziness of life surrounding me on the journey was a potent point. Flexibility to be mindful of those around me, and my own path – not one to the exclusion of the other, but both together.

Again, if you haven’t walked one, I suggest it if you get the chance. Or you can buy one: Ikea has a rug right now with the design printed on it. Yet walking the real thing is pretty amazing.