Threats

Aileen, took it upon herself to threaten me into posting. This is the result.

I came across this email, titled ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
enclosed was the message:
I'm so sick of seeing "Interpreters" I could lynch you.

Please remedy this mournful condition.

Many thanks,

Anne Shirley

Only a day latter, I received this lovely, uplifting message
Warning

Dear Dennis Brain,

I think it only fair to warn you that your lynching is imminent. Please also remember that lynching is much worse than a mere hanging.

If your brain is bogged down in a land devoid of ideas let me proffer the suggestion that you post about something hyst.

Sincerely yours,

Charlotte Bronte

All I can say is at least she referred to me as Dennis Brain.

For Sohpie, Amber, Kristen, Aileen, Catie, and everyone else who have been bothered by the fact that I never post!

Guess Who???

Interpreters

I was sitting in Abravenel Hall, richly coated in the music of Saint Seans, and Beethoven, when the thought hit me that music, (classical that is) is the one thing that remains universal. We don't hear music in french or dutch. I think that is why it is so unearthly, in a good way :)

I was also thinking how grateful I am for the great musicians and composers how so often sacrificed their sanity, or any chance at a normal life to understand how to "speak universally."

From right to left; Jane, Kristen, Maren

Vision

I fancied myself, a writer. My life ebbed with phrases and climaxes, reality shows me that my conjunctions will never be plausible.

I fancied myself an athlete, my body and mind one in fluid movements accompanied by the correspondence of medal blades and ice.
In stead injury left me crippled.
I dreamed of a time when the vibrations from my lips would fill countless stages. I earned to play the rich passages of film scores.
The criticism are reality, and have crushed the dream.
I pictured myself in light green scrubs adorned with clipboard and stethoscope assessing coughs and broken bones.
Somethings will only every be fanciful images.
Yet,
I walk through another day of crushed perceptions, and I see the multitude of smiles that greet me from the many people who know me.

I see that even if I never play in Carnegie hall, my living room can hold just as much power

I know that my circumstances are good, excellent, a life that most people can only dream of.

I understand that my vision is cleared by my crushed fancies.

Where my heart is

I love Sunday dinners together, when everyone is laughing and talking to each other, usually making fun of my stupid comments.
I love watching and quoting movies with Aileen.
I love when Roland picks me up, and the funny things we have conversations about.
I love when my mom and I talk late into the night.
I love how my dad listens to whatever music I want to when we are together.
I love that my dad always makes breakfast for us.
I love that my dad cooks :)
I love family scripture study when everyone is here.
I love going on walks with my mom.
I love when Niel comes into my room at night and wants to listen to Josh Groban.
I love Christmas eve.
I love talking to Aileen about boys.
I love when Aileen asks me to do her hair, (not when she wants me to cut it.)
I love watching action movies with good music with Niel.

I love the good times with my family, and even when things are rocky, sometimes even ugly, I must not lose sight of the beautiful moments that we share.
I love all of their guts, and I know it wasn't by accident we ended up together :)

Just for Aileen; the long awaited quotes of the month

Even though several months have past since I should have posted these, here are the quotes of the month comprised of the quotes of the week.

Major Nelson: Jeannie, I never knew how much you meant to me until this happened. I'm never going to let you out of my sight again. Look, I even brought you flowers. Once I get you out of there, I'm going to take you out to dinner... the best candle lit dinner...
[Dr Bellows, Major Healy and Harry walk in on Major Nelson talking to the moon safe]
Col. Alfred E. Bellows, MD: A candle lit dinner...
Major Nelson: I can explain, sir.
Col. Alfred E. Bellows, MD: Being in love with a safe, they haven't got a name for that one.

Yvaine: You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn't true. I know a lot about love. I've seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate... It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves... You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... What I'm trying to say, Tristan is... I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.

Captain Shakespeare: And, Yvaine, I have some lovely dresses; take your pick.
Yvaine: [surprised] I'm fine.
Captain Shakespeare: [quietly] Honey... you're wearing a bathrobe.

Eunice: I'm not looking for romance, Howard.
Howard: Oh?
Eunice: No, I'm looking for something more important than that, something stronger. As the years go by, romance fades and something else takes its place. Do you know what that is?
Howard: Senility?
Eunice: Trust!
Howard: That's what I meant.

ALF: [about Lucky] Last time I saw him he was high-tailing it out the window.
Willie: And why was that?
ALF: Cause I was chasing him with a fork.

ALF: [slowly enters kitchen] The Great Orange hunter stalks his prey.
[opens fridge]
ALF: Ah, he sees it. The illusive loin of Pork the most prized catch in the refridgidary jungle. What's this?
[picks a note off the food and reads it]
ALF: "ALF don't eat this" Why would I eat this?
[throws away the note]
ALF: Ever so deftly the great orange hunter maneuvers his weapon. He strikes.
[as he does this an earthquake starts]
ALF: Whoa. Has the hunter angered the gods? Okay, I won't eat pork.

Captain Shakespeare: I’m thinking legendary English words smith while my crew and enemies are thinking shake spear. It’s little things like that that make me happy.

Term 1

I most first pay tribute to the founder of the idea of quotes for each term. Lucy. I absolutely loved the end of term for that reason last year.

-"Have you heard about Germany's down fall, and the octopus that predicts the future?"-Daniel Donaldson
-"Where is Toronto, California? No wait."-David Bean
-"I love perforations!"
-"Lets talk about Biases"-Mrs. Van Orden
"Bayles!"
-"If there is not a dead animal on your pizza, its not worth your time."-Mr. Mac
-"Tomatoes are only meant for 2 things, salsa and ketchup. Name one person who has eaten tomatoes and hasn't died eventually."-Mr. Mac
-"You are about to descend through the nine levels of Chinese hell."-Mr. Mac
-"Don't wear your grungy clothes to school, keep those for your Sunday clothes. I mean Saturday."-Mr. Monks
-"I don't want to wish away my feelings I want something else to happen."-obviously Aileen :)
-"I need to marry you in man form."-Catie Brown
-"I wish I had a little baby...uhh...I didn't mean that quite the way it sounded."-Kristen
-"I think today is a good day to persuade my mom."-maren
"Yeah sometimes I can seduce my mom...wait."-Jonathan Engle
-"Sometimes I just feel like I have a witches body."-Steph Tidwell.

A Family of Time Travelers

Just a few days ago Aileen experienced the strange phenomenon of time traveling. Apparently it runs in the family. According to the clock, I spent 4 weeks in English to day. It only took 15 sec for the minute hand to go all the way around the clock. I wonder who will experience this dimension jumping next?

The Name Sake

My weekend has been full to the brim with brainless fops, witty french actresses, and cunning vengeful revolutionists. I will say that my hours spent with Percival have only furthered my love for him.