A circle has too much symmetry

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

100 books

I stole this from Chaucerian Girl, and as I have already said I love lists and books so I couldn't help myself.

OFFICIAL INSTRUCTIONS: Bold the ones you've read, italicize the ones you want to read, make the ones you wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole red, put a + in front of the ones on your bookshelf, and put an * by the ones you've never heard of.

My own instructions, blue for ones I am not going to read because I have no strong feelings about them.

And just like the blogger I stole this from, because it's me and I can't resist, there will be comments. Be prepared.


1. The Da Vinci Code (Dan Brown).
I didn't understand the hype, the book was mildly entertaining.

2. Angels and Demons (Dan Brown).

3. +Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austen).
I love this book and I just reread it after reading Beyond the Edge of Reason.

4. To Kill A Mockingbird (Harper Lee).

5. +Gone With The Wind (Margaret Mitchell).

6. +The Hobbit (J.R.R. Tolkien)
I read this book for the first time when I really needed an escape from reality and it did not let me down.

7. +The Lord of the Rings: Return of the King (J.R.R. Tolkien).
The best series I have read to date.

8. +The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring (J.R.R. Tolkien)
My favorite of the books when I first read them in 1988.

9. +The Lord of the Rings: Two Towers (J.R.R. Tolkien)
My favorite of the three books right now.

10. Anne of Green Gables (L.M. Montgomery).

11. Outlander (Diana Gabaldon)

12. *A Fine Balance (Rohinton Mistry)

13. + Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (J.K. Rowling).

14. + Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (J.K. Rowling)

15. + Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (J.K. Rowling)

16. + Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (J.K. Rowling)

17. + Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (J.K. Rowling)

18. A Prayer for Owen Meany (John Irving)
I like Irving but he has too much brutality to women in his books so I probably won't read this one.

19. Memoirs of a Geisha (Arthur Golden)

20. *Fall on Your Knees (Ann-Marie MacDonald)

21. The Stand (Stephen King)

22. +Jane Eyre (Charlotte Bronte).

23. +The Catcher in the Rye (J.D. Salinger)
This book sucks. I know everyone in the world is going to disagree with me, but there is absolutely nothing redeeming about Holden, and there are redeeming qualities in teenaged boys.

24. Little Women (Louisa May Alcott)

25. The Lovely Bones (Alice Sebold)
I was pleasantly surprised by this book.

26. Life of Pi (Yann Martel)
I don't wnat to read this one but it is not a 10 foot pole thing either.

27. The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (Douglas Adams)
Everything he says about physicists is true.

28. +Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte).

29. +The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe (C. S. Lewis)
This book is meant for children.

30. +East of Eden (John Steinbeck)
I love this book.

31. *Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)

32. Dune (Frank Herbert)
I loved the movie, I did not really like the book but I do like all new Dune books.

33. The Notebook (Nicholas Sparks)
Not a 10 foot pole book

34. +1984 (James Orwell).
Note I think they mean George Orwell and this book change the way I think, and not many things do that

35. +The Mists of Avalon (Marion Zimmer Bradley)

36. The Pillars of the Earth (Ken Follett)

37. * The Power of One (Bryce Courtenay)

38. I Know This Much is True (Wally Lamb)
Not going to read, but not a 10 foot pole thing either

39. The Red Tent (Anita Diamant)

40. Ulysses (James Joyce).

41.*The Alchemist (Paulo Coelho)

42. The Clan of the Cave Bear (Jean M. Auel)
I loved to imagine I was Ayla when I read this book.

43. *The Kite Runner (Khaled Hosseini)

44. Confessions of a Shopaholic (Sophie Kinsella)

45. The Five People You Meet In Heaven (Mitch Albom)

46. Bible

47. +Anna Karenina (Leo Tolstoy).

I already reviewed this book in this blog.


48. +The Count of Monte Cristo (Alexandre Dumas)

49. *Angela’s Ashes (Frank McCourt)

50. The Grapes of Wrath (John Steinbeck)

51. She’s Come Undone (Wally Lamb)

52. *The Poisonwood Bible (Barbara Kingsolver)

53. +A Tale of Two Cities (Charles Dickens)
Actually on the night stand, I am currently reading this one.

54. +Great Expectations (Charles Dickens)
Love Dickens

55. Ender’s Game (Orson Scott Card)

56. The Great Gatsby (F. Scott Fitzgerald)

57. * The Stone Angel (Margaret Laurence)

58. The Thorn Birds (Colleen McCullough)

59. The Handmaid’s Tale (Margaret Atwood)

60. The Time Traveler’s Wife (Audrey Niffenegger)

61. +Crime and Punishment (Fyodor Dostoyevsky)
Currently reading

62. +Atlas Shrugged (Ayn Rand)

63. +The Fountainhead (Ayn Rand)

64. + War and Peace (Leo Tolstoy).

65. + Interview With The Vampire (Anne Rice)
The movie was better than the book, one of only handfull of times that happens.

66. * Fifth Business (Robertson Davis)

67. + One Hundred Years Of Solitude (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
This book I read because everyone was and it was a waste of time.

68. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants (Ann Brasheares)

69. Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)

70. +Les Miserables (Victor Hugo).

I71. The Little Prince (Antoine de Saint-Exupery).

72. +Bridget Jones’ Diary (Helen Fielding).
I liked it, I read in on an airplane.

73. +Love in the Time of Cholera (Gabriel Garcia Marquez)
I am reluctant to read this one, after reading a 100 years of solitude but I hear it is the better of the two books. A 100 years of solitude had the makings of a great book and fell short which in my opinion makes it a terrible book.

74. Shogun (James Clavell)

75. The English Patient (Michael Ondaatje)

76. +The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett).

77. *The Summer Tree (Guy Gavriel Kay)

78. *A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (Betty Smith).

79. +The World According To Garp (John Irving)
See my Irving comment from above

80. *The Diviners (Margaret Laurence)

81. Charlotte’s Web (E.B. White)

82. * Not Wanted On The Voyage (Timothy Findley)

83. Of Mice And Men (John Steinbeck)
Steinbeck is my favorite author, but I can't reread this one, it is even too much for me.

84. *Rebecca (Daphne DuMaurier).

85. +Wizard’s First Rule (Terry Goodkind)
People are stupid. I love the wizard's first rule, and the book was mildly entertaining.

86. +Emma (Jane Austen).

87. Watership Down (Richard Adams)

88. Brave New World (Aldous Huxley)

89. *The Stone Diaries (Carol Shields)

90. * Blindness (Jose Saramago)

91. *Kane and Abel (Jeffrey Archer)

92. *In The Skin Of A Lion (Michael Ondaatje)

93. +Lord of the Flies (William Golding)

94.*The Good Earth (Pearl S. Buck)

95. The Secret Life of Bees (Sue Monk Kidd)

96. The Bourne Identity (Robert Ludlum)

97. The Outsiders (S.E. Hinton)

98. White Oleander (Janet Fitch)

99. *A Woman of Substance (Barbara Taylor Bradford)

100. *The Celestine Prophecy (James Redfield)

Lie

For the Scheherazade Project


In the black of night my mind wanders to many topics, but mostly in wanders to what could have been if I had it all to do again. I wouldn’t have fallen in love with that first boy, who broke my heart. My damaged heart stopped me from doing all the things that I should have. My wrecked soul was consumed with self doubt, loathing and indecision. When I should have been in school, I was worried about that first love of mine. I spent hours contemplating how to win his love and approval back. I took up running just so I could run past his house and spy on him.

If I had never fallen for him I wouldn’t have dropped out of school. If not for him I would not have ran away. I wouldn’t have left home at 16, and found my own way through many bumps and trials in my road. I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t love me in the way I needed. I didn’t understand what was wrong with me. If not for that first brutally painful love I would not have had a series of failed relationships. I would not forever want the love and approval from the wrong type of man.

In the black of night I go back to that summer before my sophomore year of high school and I don’t go to my friend’s house to meet her super hot neighbor. Every night it is different, some nights I don’t go to her house and then I never know that instant attraction; the immediate, physical and overwhelming response to another human. Other times I go but I don’t accompany him on that first date. Sometimes I end it when he still loves me as much as I loved him, but I know that would never have happened so I don’t let my mind contemplate that one.

I am sure my life would have been so different if I could have just changed that summer before my sophomore year of high school.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Soldiers?

I almost got served on Saturday! I was at an NBA basketball game Saturday night trying to enjoy the game, but having a very difficult time due to a very obnoxious guy behind me. The guy behind me was a big, fat car salesman. He was talking on his phone the entire first quarter making car deals. It was a basketball game so he had to be really loud to overwhelm the noise of the game. Now I don’t mind loud people at a game, but they are loud about the actual game and not their car sales. Me being me turned around a couple to times to see what and who was being so obnoxious. The second time I turned around he made some comment about this woman who kept turning around to look at him, and wondered what the f*ck I wanted. Not for once did I think this was not a good idea, because I am never one to think before I speak. I immediately turned around and said, “I was just wondering if you needed a drink because your throat must be dry from all that talking.” The obnoxious fan went ballistic. He yelled at me and told me to get me arse out of there, and that it was a basketball game and not church. You get the idea.

Then a little elderly lady a couple seat down from me said “You should have left your cell phone home” and then the guy seating next to him said, “I agree with her.” At this point I thought the guy was going to kick someone’s arse (actually mine the instigator). He was so pissed, yelling at me, the elderly lady and the guy next to him; telling us to get off in very impolite words. I was not saying anything, actually trying to make myself as small as target as possible. But they guy next to him said a few words and then went and got security. The obnoxious guy was removed for the next two quarters of the game, and they confiscated his cell phone. The rest of the game was comparatively uneventful. However I was sitting next to two men and neither one of them stepped up when this guy threw a fit. Neither one said anything to the guy. I asked them both later where they were in my defense and they both had excuses but in my time of need I was left on my own.

I need a soldier
That ain't scared to stand up for me
Known to carry big things
If you know what I mean


Are there any soldier’s out there?

Friday, February 23, 2007

Dancer turned Scientist

This is for Chesney Girl who is wondering how a scientist was also a dancer.

I started dancing at the age of three, by the time I was 5 I was in a professional junior dancing company. My main training was classical ballet, jazz and performance dance (think drill teams). The Dancing Company I belong to performed at NFL and NBA halftimes. I spent the vast majority of my youth at dance practice. During the school year we practiced 4 hours a day, during summer we practiced 40 hours a week (and sometimes more). We were very good, though I was always holding onto my position in the company by the skin of my teeth. I partially blame this on the fact that I was (and still am) so tall. I was the youngest one on the team at my height and I struggled to perform at the level the other girls did who were 1, 2 and 3 years older than me. I also never had the internal drive necessary to be the best at anything, as I mentioned I am intrinsically lazy. My mother had me in private lessons (on top of my regular practice) just to maintain my position with the company.

I danced the Nutcracker (I was a party girl and later a soldier), I danced on Broadway (chorus only), and I have been a back up dancer for Mary Hart, Emmanuel Lewis, Bob Hope and the Osmond’s. When I first started college (all those years ago) I was a dance minor. I was also a member of my college’s dance company. It was my first experience with Modern Dance, and I hated it. I still hate it. I am probably going to upset some people here, but modern dance is what people do when they don’t have the technical skill to be ballerinas. Modern dance is art without any skill, like 3 year olds finger painting. Yeah it is painting, some people might even call it art but there is no skill involved. Okay to be fair there are good modern dance companies (I can only think of one Alvin Alley’s company), and all their dancers are classical trained and it shows.

Making a long story even longer, I lasted 2 quarters in my College Company and then quit. I never had what it took to be a professional ballerina; I lacked the skill, desire and internal drive. Besides I always struggled just to be in the chorus, it was never easy for me, and I hated modern dance. I really don’t dance anymore and I do miss it a lot. Whenever they are available I take a dance class, and I try to go dancing every couple of months but that is it. I don’t regret becoming a scientist instead of dancer. I also am very grateful that I danced all those years, I have great posture, I can and frequently walk gracefully in 3 or 4 inch heels, and I am not shy or embarrassed when speaking in public. Oh and the thing I am most grateful to all those years of dancing, I am very self confident.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

69

I copied this from Chesney Girl, because I love lists.

1. Are your parents married or divorced?
Divorced, and it is a good thing too

2. Are you a vegetarian?
No...but I want to be one.

3. Do you believe in Heaven?
No

4. Have you ever come close to dying?
Yes, but I am never trying to come close. The closest is when I fell boulder scrambling in Brazil. I did not have any gear on and fell within a foot of a 300 foot drop off. After the fall I sat down and it magnitude of what almost happened almost overwhelmed me. I took me over an hour before I was able to stand up. I was also very hurt; I tore my ACL and damaged my meniscus, not to mention I was bleeding from dozens of scraps and cuts. I haven’t been rock climbing since, it scared me bad!

5. What jewelry do you wear 24/7?
A watch

6. Favorite time of day?
About an hour after I wake up, after plenty of sleep the night before

7. Do you eat the stems of broccoli?
Not in general.

8. Do you wear makeup?
Yes, but not every day

9. Ever have plastic surgery?
No, but I am currently having laser hair removal treatments

10. If you did have plastic surgery, what would you do?
Aging stuff when I get older

11. What do you wear to bed?
Nightwear and they universally come from VS

12. Have you ever done anything illegal?
Not really, I speed and I don’t always get a ticket, does that count?

13. Can you roll your tongue?
Yes but I can't whistle.

14. Do you tweeze your eyebrows?
No, but I have them waxed

15. What kind of sneakers?I got my vans on but they look like sneakers! I am a huge fan of vans; I just bought another pair on Saturday

16. Do you believe in abortions?
I believe in Pro-choice.

17. What is your hair color?
Plain, Jane brown

18. Future child’s name?
I like Jackson for a boy and Janae for a girl

19. Do you snore?
I have been told I do when I have been drinking

20. If you could go anywhere in the world where would it be?
A south pacific island

21. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?
Nope, but I still sleep with my baby blanket

22. If you won the lottery, what would you do first?
Move.

23. Gold or silver?
Gold

24. Hamburger or hot dog?
Hamburger, I don't eat hot dogs

25. Only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
It used to be pizza but I am not feeling it right now, so I have to go with fresh peaches

26. City, beach or country?
BEACH!

27. What was the last thing you touched?
Um, the keyboard? But right before that food

28. Where did you eat last?At work, frosted mini wheats I stole from my co-worker

29. When’s the last time you cried?
I don’t remember, but it hasn’t been that long ago. Probably driving in my car or sitting at my desk

30. Do you read blogs?
Everyday

31. Would you ever go out dressed like the opposite sex?
YES, I haven’t yet

32. Ever been involved with the police?
Arrested? No. An intimate encounter? No

33. What’s your favorite shampoo conditioner and soap?
I don’t have one, no brand loyalty here

34. Do you talk in your sleep?
No

35. Ocean or pool?
pool

36. Sauna or whirlpool?
Sauna

37. Starbucks or Krispy Kreme?
Starbucks

38. Window seat or aisle?
Window

39. Ever met anyone famous?
Yes, a lot when I was dancing and many famous scientists too (does that count?). The most recent was in the ski lodge and I was run into by Kellie Ripa (sp?) as she was chasing a child.

40. Do you feel that you’ve had a truly successful life?
I am very pleased with my professional life.

41. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it?
Cut

42. Ricki Lake or Oprah Winfrey?
Oprah.

43. Basketball or Football?
To play? both. To watch? basketball

44. How long do your showers last
?20 minutes work days, until the hot water runs out non-work days

45. Automatic or do you drive a stick?
Both, my commuter car is a stick, my fun car is an automatic

46. Cake or ice cream?
Cake, I don’t even like ice cream

47. Are you self-conscious?
No and probably to a fault

48. Have you ever drank so much you threw up?
YES! Recently...on the plane from Santa Fe, that was one night of serious drinking with Ellen

49. Have you ever given money to a beggar?
Yes, as much as $20 at once, if they have a dog with them they don’t even have to ask.

50. Have you been in love?
Yes

51. Where do you wish you were?
Any place HOT and Sunny!

52. Are you wearing socks?
Yes

53. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
No

54. Can you tango?
Yes

55. Last gift you received?
Ballet tickets

56. Last sport you played?
A round of golf, does that count? Or softball

57. Things you spend a lot of money on?
Me in general, hair removal, massages, pedicures, shoes and clothes. I spend more on myself than I do on my mortgage

58. Where do you live?
In the middle of nowhere

59. Where were you born?
Utah (And yes all they things they say about the UT are true)

60. Last wedding attended?
My cousin, last July; they are already divorced

62. Favorite position?
I think this means something else, but I am going with sitting down

63. Most hated food(s)?
Pork, red apples, raisins in anything, squid, flan, duck, the list goes on and on. I have never stopped being a picky eater

64. Most hated soda pop?
Mountain Dew

65. Can you sing?
No, and it is so bad I would rather strip than sing in public, but I have always wanted to be able to sing

66. Last person you instant messaged?
DB

67. Last place you went on holiday?
Rome in November.

68. Favorite regular drink?
Diet Rock Star

69. Current Song?
Ice Box, Omarion

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Magic Pills

Exercise is my Prozac, and I am positive that I need it. I exercise for many reasons; it is good for your health and I still haven’t surrendered the notion that I can still be the weight I was when I was 21, but the main reason is the Prozac. I exercise in the morning, which is really tough for me. I am not a morning person but I wake up (sometimes as early as 4:30 am) to exercise. I find that when I have a great work-out, like this morning, I feel great about myself and life all day. When I skip my morning workout I feel terrible, but lately my Prozac has been failing me. It used to be that whenever I worked out regardless of the effort I put forth I received a natural dose of Prozac. Monday and Tuesday mornings I worked out but I just wasn’t feeling it, so I did about 50% of my normal workout and the Prozac effect abandoned me.

This really concerns me because I am an intrinsically lazy person. Everyday I exercise it is an internal battle for motivation, and I don’t know if I have the will power to fight and win a daily battle for a good workout. If I could take a magic pill that would give me all the benefits of exercise without any adverse side effects, I would be a daily pill popper. Or a magic pill to give me motivation would work too, I am not that picky.

Monday, February 19, 2007

I Want to Grow Up

I never wanted to be a child, even when I was a child. I did not enjoy childhood and could not wait until I was an adult. I left my mother’s home at the age of 16, grown up already. I never shied away from the roles and responsibilities of being an adult. I also never want to go back to being a child; it was the worst time in my life. I never want to be so powerless again, by not having the power to change things in my life that I didn’t like.

I frequently run across people who don’t want to grow up and I understand that their childhoods were radically different from mine. By not wanting to grow up they want to go back to a time without so many responsibilities and expectations, which is normal. By growing up I am in a place where the expectations are of my own making, and I am responsible for my place in the world.

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Lust is my deadly sin

Greed:High
Gluttony:High
Wrath:Low
Sloth:Medium
Envy:Medium
Lust:Very High
Pride:Medium

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Mother Post

The No more mother post was just too personal so I decided to remove it, thanks for you kind words.

Happy Valentine's Day!!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Dancing on Stage

This weekend was full! I bowled on Friday and Saturday night. Though the Saturday night bowling was like I thought bowling was suppose to be, loud music, alcohol, friends, black lights, disco ball (I think you get the idea). However the plus side was now that I am on a bowling league I totally rock when it comes to bowling with my friends. Granted I still am a terrible bowler but with all this practice I am much better than all my friends.

Friday night after bowling I went on a “Girl’s night” adventure with some ladies from work. I received the invitation from a double forward and was really hesitant to attend. I only knew 2 of the people of the invite and only one of them well. Nonetheless I have been in a funk since I returned from the Ukraine and decided to take a risk and go. I showed up at dinner, a little late because of the bowling and was surprised by what I discovered. I am not sure what I was expecting but it definitely was not what I found, which was a room full of 14 women, and 12 of the women were plus sized. I know I am not a very nice person to notice this but I could not help it. It does not mean the women were less in any way in fact they were more. Sorry I couldn’t help myself (again).

Well they made me feel immediately welcome and the conversation was fun and lively. After dinner we went to a piano bar, all 15 of us. The team ring leaders of the “Girls Night Out” are regulars at the piano bar and soon after our arrival they called us up on the stage. I was very reluctant to go up on stage, and soon the piano man started chanting my name on the mike “Spin-Doc, Spin-Doc, Spin-Doc” the chant was picked up by the entire bar. I was horrified! I was raised to be very polite in public, not loud, not flashy and NOT an exhibitionist, and I have a very hard time shaking my upbringing off. Reluctantly I went onto the stage and was very far from the steps. The piano man told us to turn around and put our backs to the audience, which was fine by me I didn’t want anyone to see how embarrassed I was. As soon as all of us turned around he started singing “I like big butts and I can not lie”

Oh it was the worst! I did the only respectable thing I could at that moment and I shook my stuff! I did bootie bumps, which are not well known in the middle of nowhere, a few Carmen Electra moves, hip swirls and a whole lot of bootie shaking. After the song finished and the cat calls died down, I scampered upstairs to relative safety. As soon as the men from downstairs started making their way upstairs, my Cinderella hour had arrived and it was time to go home. And in case you are wondering I don’t think my prince charming would find it amusing that I was up on stage shaking my stuff for a bar full of strange men.

Friday, February 09, 2007

If I wasn't so well mannered I would be screaming right now

A camel is what you get when you ask a committee to design a horse!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

You are Not

Your breathing is not the most annoying sound in the world
The most annoying thing is my inability to leave

You are not a bad kisser
You are just not the one I want to kiss

You are not ugly
You are just not as attractive as the person I want

You are not a bad lover
You’re just not as good of lover as the person I want

You are not stupid
You are just not as smart as I am

You aren’t a bad person
You are not the person for me

I don’t hate you
I hate myself for not leaving you

I don’t want you to change
I want me to change

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Hottie on the Plane


As you might have guessed I loved my trip to the Ukraine. It was such an adventure and different from every other place I have traveled. The trip started off rather pleasantly too. I was sitting in the center aisle seat; a young major was seating next to me and on the other side was my “frail” co-worker. I say frail because that was how she was described to me, but in reality she is a hard-core climber/back-packer and a fabulous scientist. She is also a competitive speed walker. Ms Frail and I had been introduced that day and I was pleasantly surprised to discover that I really, really liked her. Enter our poor Major on his way to Turkey, he was a hottie too. I teased and flirted with him the entire trip, though I received as much as I was given. Ms. Frail added a quip or two during the flight. We were carrying on and having such a great time that members of his squadron kept stopping by to join the fun. The squadron’s ranking NCO even asked passengers to swap seats with him so he could sit next to us. We were the place to be on that flight, unless you wanted to sleep... Oh well how often does one get to sit next to a hottie on a plane?

Monday, February 05, 2007

More Ukraine


Entertaining and Great things that happened on my trip to Ukraine

1. Sitting next to and flirting with a HOTTIE from DC to Frankfort
2. Wandering through the largest art district I have ever been in
3. Clicking with my team members
4. Pretending it was my birthday and drinking great champagne and eating wonderful chocolate until the wee hours of the morning
5. Sleeping the entire way during a 10 hour car ride
6. Watching my frail timid co-worker out walk the dragon lady
7. Smooth Vodka
8. Great bread
9. Luxurious bathtub with wonderful bath oils in Kiev
10. Fabulous food and wine
11. Out drinking the guys
12. Being locked in my hotel room in the dark
13. The Work (it was fascinating!)
14. Packing enough warm clothes
15. Bell hops
16. Wonderful team members that really looked out for me (carrying my luggage and protecting me)
17. Ukrainian mafia body guards
18. Interrupters
19. Losing 5 pounds
20. Fabulous exchange rate



Not so wonderful experience and stuff that happened on my trip to Ukraine

1. Muddy streets
2. No street lights
3. Terrible food that did not agree with me
4. Not drinking enough Vodka
5. Getting locked in my hotel room, in the dark for 3 hours
6. No running water
7. No heat
8. No electricity
9. Turkish bathrooms
10. No toilet paper
11. Sitting in the Frankfort airport for 18 hours
12. Not bathing for 48 hours
13. Jet lag
14. Really, really heavy luggage

Friday, February 02, 2007

Ukraine Pictures



This is St. Michaels cathedral in Kiev, from here we accessed the Kyiv-Pechersk Lavra (Kievan Cave Monastery) which was the creepiest thing I have ever seen. I am glad that I did see it but I never have to see it again. It was a series of under ground caves filled with dead bodies. The bodies were of the saints and monks of the monastery's past. Drapped over the glass caskets were weeping mourners and wailing worshipers and it was weird! The bodies of the saints were hundreds of years old and not completely covered, a decayed hand or skull could be seen in the candle light.

Row upon row of monks were laid in rooms with skulls piled eye level from the floor. There were rooms where monks locked themselves in away from the world for years, with only a small port hole to receive food and water. There was a dead monk that buried himself in the ground to the chest and people called him a saint. It made my skin crawl.