On the Ignorance of Evolution

Ignorance [ig-ner-uhns] (noun) : The state or fact of being ignorant; lack of knowledge, learning, information, etc.

[Note: Above is the definition of ignorance, i.e., a “lack of knowledge”. I don’t mean it to be a derogatory term.]

If there’s a topic that really gets me fired up and ready to talk, it’s ignorance in people when they talk about evolution, creation, etc., and how it relates (or doesn’t relate) to Christianity. It’s one of my biggest pet peeves. If people could talk about those subjects and say, “hey, I don’t really know much about what evolution is, but from what I understand, it’s about monkeys turning into people”, I hope I’d at least be able to curb my outrage if they started to bash it in the following breath because at least I could reason that the person acknowledged that they don’t know what they’re talking about, bless ’em. However, nine times out of ten, the people I hear talking about it are people that I’m almost positive have done none of their own homework about the topic, and then spout off what they think it is and their opinions–which really just turn out to be all the other ignorant people’s beliefs because they haven’t researched it either. Last Sunday, I attended my parent’s church and heard a couple of remarks from the pastor about evolution, how it shouldn’t be taught in schools, creation is the only belief, and scientists (he did allow, “not all scientists”) push their own agendas. I will be addressing this below.

Evolution: A process in which, over time, apes turned into humans.


Contrary to an unfortunate popular belief, the definition of evolution does not say that monkeys turned into people, but this is just what I was taught–or rather not taught–when I was in grade school and in church. I daresay that’s what a lot of people believe evolution is, especially in the Bible belt of the USA. I will also say that scientists or Christians that are scientists/biologists do not only believe in evolution just because they want to “follow their own agenda”, which I suppose some people think of scientists doing because of their position of “scientific authority”. Charles Darwin, who developed the theory of evolution by natural selection, was scared about the implications his theory would have on what he and his family and actually a lot of his colleagues believed religiously (about God creating everything). It took him a long, long time to develop his theory and to even get it out into the public eye, which he only ended up doing because another scientist was about to get the scoop with a similar theory anyway. Case in point, scientists aren’t just making stuff up to mess with the local bodies of religion. If they are, then they do not make up the majority of the scientific community, and I can almost guarantee that they won’t have many colleagues that will want to review their papers for publishing, which will in turn reduce their credibility in the scientific community.

But back to the implications Darwin’s theory would have. Obviously, the theory of evolution did and continues to create adverse feelings toward what Christians believe about the creation story found in Genesis. My answer to this conundrum is simple: believing in evolution and in God creating the world and everything in it doesn’t have to be mutually exclusive. Humans aren’t God; we don’t exactly know all the mechanisms of how everything works or even how they came into being. There are some questions science won’t ever be able to answer; in the same reasoning, there are some things in the Bible regular old humans will never fully be able to understand. Surely no Christian would make the claim that they know exactly how God was able to bring everything into existence–but are we never supposed to even question it? Our understanding of how things worked back at the time the Scriptures were written was, I daresay, not as advanced as today; why wouldn’t things be laid out and explained in a simpler description for people back then to be able to grasp those ideas? Furthermore, science does not prove or attempt to prove anything; that’s just not how science and the scientific method works. The scientific method is all about proving things false. To me, it seems that Christians get so worked up about evolution for one of two reasons: one, their faith is not strong enough to cope with how scientific developments might challenge them to look at the world that God created differently, or two, that they are ignorant about what evolution actually means.

However, you can’t just pick and choose what science you want to believe based on whether or not it jives with you, but I won’t continue ranting on other topics as well (*climate change*, *the age of the Earth*, cough cough). If you have that attitude, then we might as well do away altogether with science and all of its breakthroughs that we’ve been enjoying.

The real definition of evolution:

Evolution: the process by which species change over time. It arises from processes of selection that favor individuals having certain favorable traits over those lacking those traits.

If anything is going to be taught in schools, it should be evolution and not creation. Evolution is science; creation is a part of religion. Evolution has been tested and can be tested–creation can’t! Like I said before, science doesn’t prove anything, but it does help narrow down what doesn’t support whatever hypothesis is put forward. So far, the theory of evolution by natural selection has withstood many tests and observations, even about organisms that have and are living in our own lifetime! We simply can’t do this with creation (unless we find a way to go back in time to whenever God created everything, in which case that means we’ve invented a Doctor Who Time And Relative Dimensions In Space (TARDIS) machine and my dreams have come true). I don’t believe creation should be taught in schools because we have this little thing in the Constitution about separation between church and state; if we favor one religion (Christianity) over other religions within the government, then we don’t truly have religious freedom and who’s to say the government wouldn’t impose another religion (that most of us don’t subscribe to) on the people and kids in schools?

I want to tell you that contrary to what you’ve been told, you can be a Christian and still believe in evolution. Evolution is simply the best theory we have right now about organisms changing and adapting over time and it can be tested. As a Christian, you can still believe in the Bible and that God created all things; however, I don’t remember reading anywhere in there about the mechanism God used to create everything. I know evolution takes millions of years and the Bible says God achieved creation in days, but is everything in the Bible precisely literal? Maybe He dumbed it down for us because at that time we couldn’t fathom how big millions was (like when He explained to Abraham that his descendents would be as numerous as the grains of sand on a beach–He didn’t say “You’re gonna have billions of descendents” and Abraham would be all like, “Huh? Give me something physical I can understand!”). I’ve been asked if I believed whether or not God could have created everything in thousands of years–and I believe He could do whatever He wants; science’s conclusions on evolution and how old the Earth is could be completely wrong. However, that’s the best we as humans can do on figuring out what’s happening. If you believe in anything that science has discovered or done for us since we’ve been using it, you should at least concede that it’s not bad and we shouldn’t stop asking questions.

And please, before you make comments against evolution as an authority figure in front of your congregation on Sunday morning, at least do your research or preface that you have no idea about what you’re talking about. Ignorance is not bliss, it’s just sad.

End rant.

Andy Warhol and Smalltown, Kentucky

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Andy Warhol’s name is synonymous with pop art, a movement that began in the 1950s and used items from popular culture in different ways, sometimes out of context and sometimes as a representation of how images from (mainly) American consumerism affected and manipulated society. He was an American artist who lived from 1928-1987. Some of his more popular works include his rendering of the Campbell’s soup can and his portraits of celebrities with colorful backgrounds.

I first learned about Warhol in one of the numerous mandatory and special elective art classes I took throughout middle school and high school alongside other definitive artists such as Seurat, Picasso, Van Gogh, and Dali; artists that were so instrumental to their own art movements and generations that nearly everyone who isn’t fluent in art history can probably conjure up an image of at least one of their major works. During my first semester of college, I took art appreciation–mainly as an easy elective–and further had major artists and their works drilled into my head. Being a huge art nerd, I naturally thrill over seeing these remarkable artists’ works in person. The last time I was able to do so was during my last trip to Chicago in 2010 when I visited the Art Institute of Chicago. I almost had to be dragged out of the place.

Me, drooling over George Seurat’s masterpiece, “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte” at the Art Institute of Chicago. I made a reproduction of the work in middle school using Q-tips to represent the pointillism.

With all of my art history fangirling, imagine my surprise at reading a small blurb in my hometown’s newspaper about a local connection to Warhol. Mr. Warhol did a series or works focusing on the front pages of newspapers and magazines from all over the world, but mainly concentrating on tabloid news. A recent Warhol exhibition called Headlines features these front pages of tabloids as parodied by Warhol. He frequently changed names or titles and added his own spin in his recreations. The local “blurb” said that what may be one of the first works from this series is an ink drawing from my hometown’s newspaper, then called “The Princeton Leader”. Warhol changed the newspaper’s name to “The Princton Leader” and added his friend’s name (Charles Lisanby) into one of the articles he transcribed. The article where Mr. Lisanby’s name replaced a local Princeton man’s name had to do with the man becoming a plumber, a profession Warhol’s friend would have been about as far from as a CBS and television professional in New York could be. Nonetheless, Warhol’s drawing shows

“…a glimpse of…keen awareness (as a child of poverty himself) of the social stratification in 1950s America.”

Source: National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.

At the link above, you can also see a side-by-side picture of the actual front page of the August 23rd, 1956 paper, as well as Warhol’s reproduction. The National Gallery of Art actually had to get permission from my town’s newspaper to be able to use image in the exhibit, which my town took as an opportunity to get publicity. Can’t say I blame them; Princeton doesn’t have many notable claims to fame anyway. Besides, I’d rather have my town known for something in art history, even if it’s just as a commentary on social classes. The crudeness of the drawing seems to me like Warhol was trying out his idea for the Headlines series on random domestic local papers before advancing to more well-known national and international ones. An added more interesting bonus factoid is that my dad was born in the same week of the paper Warhol used!

It’s hard for me to fathom that Princeton, Kentucky has any kind of connection in the art history realm, but I’m quite pleased that it does! One unanswered question, however, lingers for me:

How did Warhol get a copy of the Princeton Leader?

That’s a mystery we may never know.

The Headlines exhibit was at the National Gallery of Art in Washington D.C. from September 25, 2011-January 2, 2012. The exhibit can currently be seen until May 13, 2012 at Museum für Moderne Kunst, Frankfurt. It will then be at Galleria nazionale d’arte moderna, Rome, from June 11–September 9, 2012, and at The Andy Warhol Museum, Pittsburgh, October 14, 2012–January 6, 2013.

If someone happens to be reading this and actually sees it in person, please comment and let me know!

Corinna’s 9th Birthday: an Email Update

Today was Corinna’s 9th birthday. I sent her a little card in the mail that she got today. Before I left Charleston, her mom helped her set up an email account so she’d be able to email me (since they’re sensible parents and don’t let their kids have cell phones yet). Here’s the email she sent me after opening her card. I miss those kids!!!


Hi Ms. Sarah,

I got your card, and I loved it! I almost cried because it was the best, sweetest card I’ve ever gotten.

Things I did at my birthday party:
we had a luau party
hula-hoop contest
limbo contest
face painting
leis and grass skirts
To get ready for the party Rachel, Sydney and I colored the patio with luau chalk pictures. We also had chips, hawiian punch, fruit kabobs, hamburgers and hot dogs. We ate cupcakes, and I got lots of wonderful presents.

Today, my actual birthday, I took doughnuts to school. Teachers pretended to come after me down the hallway to get the doughnuts from me. Also, after dinner Mommy and Daddy gave me a surprise cake with 3 candles on it. (3 x 3 is 9) This was the best birthday ever, but it would have been better if you were there.

I miss you,

PS. When I the card from you, I yelled Sarah! Sydney thought you were at the door. When she found out you weren’t at the door, she got all teary-eyed.
PPSS. Please text Mommy or Daddy to plan a Skype date.

New Travel Blog!

Hey guys!

Just a quick note to let you know that I haven’t forgotten this blog, but I’ve been working on a new blog that focuses on travel. I want it to be more of a professional type blog, but things that have to do with my travel stories will be featured in the “Adventure Blog” section. I’ll also have guest travel posts by some of my other nomadic friends, photos, travel advice, and possibly V blogs (video blogs) if I get really ambitious! Please check it out, follow along, and most importantly SUBSCRIBE to the RSS feed and COMMENT on posts: UncagedTraveler.com. I will still use this as my more personal blog, while the new one will focus on travel. See you on the new site!


The Idea of Home

I have less than two weeks  left in Charleston.

That’s 13 days,

and roughly 312 hours until I pack up and move back to Kentuckyland.

My Journey

I do love Kentucky. I love my family and I am excited about being home for a few months. I’ll be able to see family and friends that I haven’t seen in a while (or never met before, like Shellie and Rob’s little Harper). It’s cliche to say, but I know that no matter how far I go and no matter how long I’m gone, I will always be welcome at home. That little old dot on the map in the western corner of Kentucky will always be my “home”. However, I have felt that for a long time the need to go, to explore, to do something with my life, something that I feel I can’t do in that little pocket of Kentucky. And for that reason, sometimes Kentucky doesn’t really feel like home.

“You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. …You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.”Andrew, Garden State (2004)

On the other hand, I sort of feel like Andrew in 2004’s Garden State. I don’t really know where my “home” is. Now, I don’t mean to say that to make me sound ungracious or that I never miss my family back in Kentucky or the familiarity of places I’ve lived (and if you know me at all, you know I’m nostalgic), but there’s a feeling that I haven’t come into my own yet, so I keep looking. Nomadic, more or less. Surely I’m not the only person who goes through this. I think your 20s especially are a time when you try to find where you fit and who you are.

Moving back to my parent’s house in Kentucky temporarily is bittersweet. I will be sad to drive over the Connector, past Charleston harbor, and up I-26 one last time. I will miss the people who have been my Charleston family–The Christophers (Steve, Liz, Corinna, Sydney, and precious Luke), Jena and Patrick, my zombie/geek-loving/wine night friends (Jared, Niquie, Tessa, Lindsay, Chuck, and Tucker), my Coastal Community Church family (headed by Pastor Chris), any of the Grice marine biology people, my roommate the artist (Amanda), and some of the people I’ve befriended at the MG&C law firm (Bethany, Ashley, Julie, Catherine, Amanda J., Amanda B., Tee, Ashton, and Katie). After living in Charleston for three years, there are a lot of connections I have made that I will miss. And the FOOD! Oh my, the food. They don’t have the same variety back in Princeton like they do here, and that will be sad indeed. I will also miss the beach being a short drive from my house and movie nights with Disney marathons or zombie flicks or shows or books that only a few of my friends love to watch and talk about.

I will miss the children.

Corinna, Syd, Me, and Luke

I have about four or so families that I’ve come to be the chosen babysitter for here. Most notably, my nanny charges, the Christopher children. Corinna, Sydney and Luke I will miss the most. I babysat for them last night while their parents had a date night. I’ve watched them grow up over the past year, especially Luke. Babies grow up so, so fast. He was just pointing and grunting at things when I started and now we’re at the dinner table and he’s saying things like, “Napkin, please, Rah Rah.” GAH! He then proceeded to wipe down his entire body with the napkin, not just his hands.

Syd's artwork

Sydney wanted to show me how much better she was at painting now, and painted me a picture. Corinna was playing a spy game and had to take our fingerprints on paper by dipping them in paint. Luke is now using big-kid toothpaste; instead him just brushing, he’s using the kind where he has to spit and swish water (which he did all over the bathroom). We had a “spa night” after Luke went to bed in which I gave them a facial and put cucumbers on their eyes and painted their nails green for St. Patrick’s Day. I asked them if they knew I was moving away from Charleston soon, and they did. I told them we could talk on the computer and see each other that way. Corinna said, “Yeah, but it’s not as good.” I could’ve cried, but I held it back. (I actually am now as I’m typing this). She led us in the “now I lay my down to sleep” prayer before they went to bed, as usual, with a “…God bless Daddy, Mommy, Corinna, Sydney, Luke, and Ms. Sarah, Amen.” They think of  me as an extension of their family. How do I leave that?!? Maybe I can rationalize what I’m doing in my mind, and it is really what I want to do, but I don’t know how to explain that I want to find place and I want to travel to them. Hopefully Luke will still remember me; after I had stopped nannying for them and being there every day, he was mad at me the next time he saw me–he thought I abandoned him!

Likewise, I can’t say enough about Jena and Pat. Jena has been my best friend since we both moved into the Grice dorms to start the marine biology program. She dragged me to social events even when I vehemently did not want to go because I am such a homebody. I got to share in being in Jena and Pat’s wedding last October. We’ve consumed copious amounts of coffee, wine, margaritas, bourbon, pie, and meat (since Pat is a vegetarian and hey, somebody has to eat that stuff). We’ve fan-girled together over British television and Sci-fi, both of us having similar likes and dislikes. We had a period where we would inadvertently dress alike. We complete each other’s sentences. We joke that we are the same person. Patrick rolls his eyes at us simultaneously. I have the pink Princess key to their house, not that I need it because I’m there almost as  much as I’m at home.

The Pink Princess Key

The Christopher’s, Jena, and Pat all let me celebrate my first Christmas away from home with them. I missed my family and our traditions, but I knew I was home here too–because of them.

But this particular chapter is ending, and a new one is starting soon. Sometimes life moves so fast that my brain and senses can hardly keep up and before I know it, I feel this part will fade into my memories of when I lived in Charleston. I will finish up my last week of work at MG&C this week, greet my Mom, Dad, Aunt, and Uncle when they arrive, and live it up in Charleston as much as I can before I head back to Kentucky. I hope to see all my Charleston family again soon.

Laughing with God

Recently, the younger sister of a girl I graduated high school with was involved in a bad car accident. I didn’t personally know her, but I had had several classes with her sister. My Facebook news feed has been blowing up all week from friends of the girl back home, asking people to pray for her. She was in the hospital for a while, fighting, but she passed away today.

I’m not exactly sure what I want to write here, except that I pray for her family and two children she leaves behind. I was bothered by some of the statuses the friends were posting, saying that they weren’t religious, but to keep praying. I have nothing against these people, or what their beliefs may be. I can understand how one can be put off by “religion” in of itself, and therefore cast a horrible eye towards anyone proclaiming he or she practices that “religion”. The thing I found interesting, though, was that in their moment of uncertainty about what was going to happen to this girl–some who don’t really claim any certain belief about God–were asking for prayers. Don’t misunderstand, I believe this is a beautiful thing. My point is just this: why does it have to take something tragic to get people to run to Jesus? I mean, logically, yes it makes sense–because they didn’t realize the need for Him before. But it never fails. In whatever tragic situation you could dream of, there will always be people at the end of their rope who decide as a last resort to ask for some divine help.

I just wish it didn’t take that; they don’t know what they’re missing. There is a God up there, who loves them and who has pursued them; a God over the whole universe, who wants a relationship with each of us; a God that lets us choose freely whether or not to follow Him.

This all reminded me of that Regina Spektor song, “Laughing With God, “ every time I saw a post about this tragedy.

No one laughs at God on the day they realize
That the last sight they’ll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes
No one’s laughing at God when they’re saying their goodbyes

But God can be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God-themed joke, or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they’re ‘bout to choke
God can be funny,
When told he’ll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughing at God in hospital
No one’s laughing at God in a war
No one’s laughing at God when they’re starving or freezing or so very

No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
No one’s laughing at God
We’re all laughing with God

Crochet project: Infinity Scarf with bow

I found a really cute, super easy pattern for an infinity scarf on Pinterest (that I’ll post later), and decided that I could make it Doctor Who themed by adding a cute red bow! I think it turned out great! The bow is safety pinned so I can adjust it and put it anywhere I like.


Edit: As promised, here’s the lovely pattern I used for the above infinity scarf from Brooke Ann Dove at “On the Wings of a Dove” Blogspot.

The crochet bow’s pattern comes from JennaScribbles (scroll down to view the green bow). The only thing I changed was that I didn’t skip any chains in row 2.

Happy Crocheting!

Review of Stephen Colbert’s Charleston Rally 

Any of you avid watchers of Comedy Central’s, “The Colbert Report”, know about Stephen Colbert’s Super PAC, or as he likes to call it, “Americans for a Better Tomorrow, Tomorrow”. He has been inviting viewers to contribute to it for quite some time now. A Super PAC can, as quoted on his site:

“…raise unlimited sums from corporations, unions and other groups, as well as individuals.” and “Super PACs can also mount direct attacks on candidates not allowed in the past.”

PACs stand for “political action committees” and are private groups that aim to get a particular political candidate elected or try to influence a certain legislative outcome by either receiving contributions or spending over $1,000 for this purpose. (Wikipedia)

Earlier in January, he announced that he was forming a committee to explore his potential candidacy for the President of the United States of South Carolina. Since Colbert could not legally run for office while still tied to his Super PAC, Jon Stewart, Comedy Central’s other political funny-man, “took over” Stephen’s Super PAC. The Super PACs’ name was also changed to, “The Definitely Not Coordinating with Stephen Colbert Super PAC”. Aside from his TV antics, Colbert was legitimately making a point about how the PAC system operates. Even though now he’s not “in control” of his PAC money per se–money that he raised for the exclusive purpose of promoting his own candidacy–Stewart, who is now in control of the PAC and friends with Colbert–can use it for basically the same means. (Aside: this is what actually happens).

Since then, Colbert has been seemingly “endorsing” Herman Cain, a former Presidential hopeful who suspended/left the campaign. However Cain still appears on the primary ballot. Colbert keeps telling his viewers that “A vote for Cain is a vote for me.”

SOOOO with all of that background, I now come to what witnessed today: Stephen Colbert’s “Rock You Like a Herman Cain South Cain-olina Primary Rally” at the College of Charleston’s Cistern, January 20th 2012.

An anxious queue, consisting of mostly CofC college students, began gathering outside of the campus’ courtyard as early as 10am–the rally didn’t start until 1pm with doors opening at 12pm. Naturally, the line stretched from the Cistern on St. Philips Street down to busy Calhoun Street a couple of blocks away, spilling around the corner. I wasn’t able to line up early, as I had to work–fortunately at an office building literally just a block or so away. I took off at 12:45 for the rally; apparently the yard had reached its occupancy limit, and the remaining students and curious passers-by had to wait outside. Students climbed up to and held on to iron bars on top of the waist-high concrete perimeter that housed the Cistern yard. I peered in through the elevated iron bars, students’ legs, and around trees to get a glimpse of the stage where Colbert would make his appearance.

The stage with the "Vote Cain" banner. You can see how far away I was.

The stage at the far end of the yard held a gospel choir and a large banner with Cain and Colbert’s faces plastered across the top.

Herman Cain's Campaign bus

Just before 1pm, Coastal Carolina’s marching band started up, Cain’s campaign bus pulled around the corner, and Colbert and Cain appeared on the stage singing, “This Little Light of Mine” and then, “The National Anthem”. Colbert gave a brief introduction, still jesting in his Comedy Central character’s fashion: (as accurately as I can remember his quotes)

“It’s nice to be back in SC. Who says you can’t go home? They probably don’t have their own private jet.”

“Don’t sit down! …Because there aren’t any chairs. I’ll take a standing ovation any way I can get one.”

talking about Charleston in general, “…and if this rally gets out of hand, at least you’ll be pepper sprayed in the nicest way possible.

Even with his jokes, I think he let a little more of himself show through than he normally does, which was nice. He’s hilarious, and I love his show, but it was nice to be able to see him being more himself than having to sift through his TV personality’s sarcasm and jokes to figure out what he actually feels about issues.

Herman Cain then took the stage and babbled on and on about how Washington is corrupt and obviously, since he had to drop out of the Presidential race, that change won’t come from the inside–it has to come from the outside, the people. Then it was “tea party” this and that and “don’t waste your vote on me tomorrow”…and then he started talking about Pokemon for some reason. I don’t know, I was a little far back, but I did hear him say what I thought was Pokemon…and my friend who was closer posted on Facebook that he actually sang the Pokemon song. At this point, I wondered whether or not I should leave. I was sincerely bored, and mainly wanted to just hear Colbert.

After Cain’s incoherent speech, Colbert returned to the stage (thank you!). In his own amusing self, he talked about the PACs and that whole messed up system in general. I mean, look at how far he’s gotten with his Super PAC; in the polls (as of yesterday, 13% are voting Colbert–that’s after only a WEEK. He asked the audience to consider that if corporations are people, we should recognize their civil rights as they raise money to sway the political process. He basically said that the way campaigns raise funds are “a joke.”

“As Abraham Lincoln said at Gettysburg, ‘Give me some money.'” –Colbert

He then urged the audience to be informed and to vote in the primary and the upcoming election and that “every vote counts”.

At that time, I had to head back to work (boo), but left feeling a little more upbeat. Colbert is a not just a hilarious “extremely conservative” TV personality, but a talented, inspiring individual that uses his media power for good to bring flaws in our country’s political system to light. I venture to guess that many of my fellow college-aged audience members at today’s rally didn’t fully grasp everything that Stephen was talking about today; some probably don’t even get his sarcasm on his show and think he’s actually being serious when he says ridiculous things. I still remember that one time I had to explain to my ex-college roommate as we were watching his show that he wasn’t being serious. In fact, I know this just from what the students who were near me were saying. Even so, I hope that Colbert’s call for people to be more informed and to make their vote heard will cause people to stop and think about who they will cast their vote for in South Carolina’s primary tomorrow. I know I taking that a little more seriously now, even if all of the candidates are crooks.

Thank you, Colbert.

And a Merry, Merry, Merry Christmas to You!

Hi faithful followers! I know, I really need to write like almost every day to build any kind of consistent following…but that’s hard to do. I’ll try harder. (Look at me, I’m already making New Year’s resolutions, uh oh!)

This will be my first ever Christmas in my whole 24 years of existence that will not be spent with family and not be spent in Kentucky. I decided to not make the journey home this year mostly because I knew I’d be home for several months starting in April when my lease finished up in Charleston…and then there were the car issues… But my car didn’t blow up, so that’s good. Poor girl. She is is 11 years old. She’s getting feisty now that she’s a preteen.

Anyway, Shellie is due with her first baby ANY DAY NOW! Ahhh, excitement! They’re having a tough time at the moment, so just pray for strength for them. My cousins and aunt and uncle and Mammaw are all heading to Shellie and Rob’s house in Birmingham; Mom and Dad are going to Aunt Rita and Uncle Frank’s house and spending time with Granny in the nursing home; I’ll be here in Charleston crashing Jena and Pat’s first Christmas as a married couple (why do most of my friends have to be married already?). Just kidding. It will be fun. Our other married friends, Jared and Niquie will be joining us for Christmas dinner on actual Christmas day since their family is coming and going on Christmas eve. Jena and Pat are also going to come to my church’s Christmas Eve service tomorrow night! I’m excited they’ll finally get to see Coastal! My church is having a Christmas community service–it will even be across the street from our church at an elementary school since they’re expecting so many people to show up. I’m going to be in charge of the 3-5 year olds for the first service at 5pm and then join in at the 7pm service.

I also gave myself an early Christmas present this week by finishing my OxfordTEFL application and interview. So, as soon as I finish my 20 hour online Pre-Course task, pay the deposit for the course in July, and buy my plane ticket, I’ll be


That’s in the Czech Republic. In Europe.

I’m pretty excited! The interviewer was a former TEFL student and said he had meant to only go and stay in Prague to teach for a year and ended up staying for 5 years, now he works for the company. You never know what will happen (shhh, don’t tell my mom.) Oops. Too late. I forgot she reads this blog. *Hi, mom!*

So soon I’ll be seeing places like:

Prague Castle


Old Town Square

with weekend excursions to places like

Vienna, Austria

Vienna, Austria

And dare I say some excursions at some point to the other parts of Europe at least before I leave that beautiful European Union? I can’t wait.

The adventure starts July 2012.
I really wish I had the guy that voices all the trailers to read that out loud just now.

Ah, in other news, I hope everyone of you out there in cyberspace has a very Merry Christmas indeed! (and you should all watch the Doctor Who Christmas special on BBC America because that’s what all of the cool kids are doing!) Here’s the trailer:

And now off you go to Netflix to catch up on all 6 seasons of Doctor Who…and then Torchwood, Merlin, and Battlestar Galactica, and…no? That’s just me then. And Jena. We’re practically the same person anyway. We’re Jenarah or Sena–take your pick.

Ok, I don’t even get paid to plug that…but I wouldn’t mind if I did. HINT HINT interwebs! Thanks to Comcast for FINALLY giving me BBC AMERICA! Guess that was their Christmas present 🙂

I’m gonna go crash. Have a great Christmas everybody!!!!