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Last night. I wish I had more proof of it than a picture, the business card for a magician and a chocolate nugget.
Going to karaoke with friends has become a Tuesday night tradition. Every week, we gather at a bar in Old City so I can sing and they can cheer me on (I have great friends) and we can all people watch.
In the 5 months we’ve been going, not only have we become regulars, but we also know the other regulars. Not to the point where we all sit together or something, but in this roundabout way, we acknowledge them. We’re all connected through this love of karaoke-style singing and this Tuesday night outlet.
There’s even a bit of regulation to how things happen- we arrive and leave at the same time every Tuesday, sit in the same/similar seating every time. The group can change from week to week, but we make it happen and I get to sing (again, I have great friends).
Last night might have kicked things up a notch. The following happened:
-I was asked to duet with one of our favorite regulars Karaoke Dave.
-There were balloon animals and instruments being created
-By a man who was also a magician
-Who had a flaming wallet
-And did card tricks I’m still wondering about
-Balloon instruments led to back-up bands for some singers
-And more dancing than my eyes could handle
-I sang Jump Around, which encouraged the audience to do just that
-The audience joined me on stage
-Dean the Pirate came in and sat with the magician, and the guys seated next to us got quite excited because they thought he was ALSO a magician (he’s not; showtunes are his thing)
-N*Sync and Backstreet Boys were represented (it was 90s night, I think!)
All that in two hours! No wonder I love Tuesdays. And my friends.
This is me singing Jump Around. Metal Steve is behind me, jumpin’.
No excuses for you, just some pictures and words to show you how I’ve been spending my summer.
New pool floats:
Birthday parties with my favorite people:
Weekly Karaoke. This is one our favorite regulars, Karaoke Dave. He’s singing Low by Flow Rida:
Hold me closer, sparkle dancer:
Cookies baked inside of cookies:
Baby, you’re a firework:
Coney Island and Brooklyn with Annie and Mel:
Super Awesome Roller Skating Birthday Parties:
Cupcakes (from the cupcake lady!):
Bike riding, bike falls, rainbow cupcakes, excessive heat, fluffy cats, family, coconut cake, yoga, blueberry picking, terrain…
And now, we run.
So, I won tickets, but it turned out I couldn’t use them! Well, really, I just wanted to keep my current Tuesday night commitment of karaoke with the ladies. Tuesdays are currently one of my favorite days of the week thanks to them! So, I put a little contest out there- write me a haiku about planets (the orchestra was playing Holst’s The Planets) and I’d give the tickets to the random winner!
Here’s the awesome haikus I got:
Distant icy world
Demoted not forgotten
A planet always
Planets hold a place
Stepping stones on the blanket
Heavenly rocks in time.
Dad shared Holst’s Planets
From my car seat dreamed and saw
they move without collision:
as if by design!
God made the planets.
how big is the universe?
we are small compared.
earth is one of nine
then they downgraded pluto
i loved mom’s pizza
Gods of love and war,
Melody and aggression.
Truth in symphony
planets are far far,
philadelphia is here,
cou-jones is so nice
Bankrupt they may be;
Musicians awesome still, tho.
I would take the tix!
Best contest ever!
A beautiful day in Philadelphia— the birds are chirping, the sun in shining, I have a smile on my face. I’m headed to Blue Sage Grille tonight for a vegetarian family dinner- yum! (Photo of Independence Hall shot from balcony of the National Jewish Museum)
I work in one of the buildings in this picture!
You’re amazing but… sadly the end of the world does not involve earthquakes that shake up zombie Raptors.
Last week Coujo sent me this email:Also last night at potluck, we were talking about the end times that are supposedly happening on May 21. We were discussing the rapture and the Left…
I love my friends. (and yes, Coujo is me!)
Living within a community is an intentional act. For many, it’s a sincere longing- to have a group of people you live with, work out conflict with, learn to love and go deeper with. I am a part of a community like that. A place (in space, not an actual house) where I am working out what it means to love and live this journey I am on with Jesus.
One of my favorite things that we do is host quarterly Love Feasts. It’s your typical church potluck-style meal that also includes worship, story telling and making a covenant. When folks decide to be intentional about living their lives with us in community, they are asked to make a public declaration about it. They stand before the group and are recommended by someone who knows them and then share why they want to live life with us. We listen and acknowledge and cheer and pray for them.
Community is not always easy. It’s not always successful. But it’s worth the effort, every time.
This Radiant City: Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts
La Compagnie Trans Express finale to the PIFA Street Fair.
This Radiant City: Philadelphia International Festival of the Arts
This sign sat next to the 81-foot Eiffel Tower replica inside the Kimmel Center as part of the month-long PIFA events. It was one of the first things I read when I stepped into the space and its sat with me ever since. I’ve likened to to my time in Philadelphia- almost 5 years of living in community, surrounded by beauty, art, perseverance, strife. Surrounded by life and death. Living for what feels like the first time every day.
I like the idea of a series: This Radiant City. Sharing what it is about Philly that I’ve come to love, what I can’t stop thinking about, my community.
Passing by and converging on
This Radiant City.
I made bread dough last Monday. That’s nothing new, but the fact that I roasted two sweet potatoes at 7am so I could make the dough when I got home from work and bake it once I got back from a meeting feels noteworthy. I can judge time! I woke up early enough to go for a (terrible) run, roast a sweet potato and still be at work by 8:30! I biked home, made dough and scones, ate dinner, went to a meeting! I baked bread until 11pm!
Really I just want to pull your attention away from what feels awkward to me and make you (and my mom) so very proud of my time management skills. See, I made bread for a potluck I signed up to attend on Tuesday night.
Long ago, when I first got interested in reading blogs and using Google Reader I looked up a few terms to find blogs. Philadelphia and food were two big searches for me, and crafting/sewing blogs followed soon after. Within a few weeks, I found Marisa’s site- Apartment 2024. I’v followed her writing for years and most recently her incredible blog about canning, Food in Jars.
Marisa was hosting a fellow blogger’s book tour potluck- Kate of the Hip Girl’s Guide to Homemaking. It was an open invitation, and before I knew it, I signed myself up!
And spent the next few weeks alternating between talking myself into and out of attending. In the end, I went. I put on my favorite skirt, arranged for my weekly karaoke peeps to meet me after at our regular spot and let it be just like any other Tuesday. I am so glad I did! The other women were lovely, Marisa and Kate were great to meet, and the food! Bring people together who you know appreciate good food, you are setting yourself up for an awesome meal! I’m still thinking about the meatloaf I ate that night- grass-fed, organic beef from someone’s parent’s farm in upstate NY seasoned perfectly. Yum. I even passed off a few of my business cards!
I made this sweet potato bread- which was not as savory since I served it with pieces of feta and honey. I followed the directions with the following exceptions:
-I halved all the ingredients except the sugar
-I added two medium sized sweet potatoes
-I only added the salt, pepper and sage. I didn’t have/forgot the other spices
-I only added one packet (2 1/2 teaspoons) of yeast. It was plenty!
This amount still made a massive loaf of bread that was on the denser side and definitely better the next day. I will be making it again, but playing with the spices some more- I think I want it sweeter/spicier as in nutmeg, cinnamon, honey. But not too much- I still want the feta and honey to work with it!
The Philly Modern Quilting Guild presented an evening with Cherri House. I called my quilting friend G and her cute son Ollie and we made the trek out to the event.
It was so inspiring. Here’s a quick tour of the quilts she shared with us. Most are in the book City Quilts. (Alternate title for this post: A study in hair…)
Cherri’s work is so beautiful and bold! Her story is too- I appreciated her honesty about the work she does and what inspires it. It’s hard to pick a favorite quilt, but the geometric shapes and use of primary colors in the front designs blended with the quilting tells a story of the places in Cherri’s life.
It also felt rather poignant to view these quilts after seeing the Infinite Variety display. As well, G and I met up again the next day to view the Capucci exhibit at the Philadelphia Museum or Art! I don’t have pictures of the event (they weren’t allowed) but there are great shots here.
So many solids in a short amount of time have my creative brain reeling! The pleating, the color, the geometric design! It’s given me some fodder for my next quilt top!
Here’s an eating round. Remember: I’ll chronicle things I want to try and you can chime in if you want to join me in creating one of them. A craft/baking day will ensue and results published here.
Homemade Chai Concentrate
Let’s eat through this Philly sandwich list. Sharing means caring!
Beet Burgers. I’d fire up the grill for these.
Leave the adults at home! Let’s find some kiddos and take ‘em out to eat.
Want to see what I’ve shared? Here’s my Google Reader site
I was very excited to find Karlin’s a few weeks ago. I went to renew my driver’s license and happened to walk right by it! So, on the way back to work, I stopped. And shopped!
The fabric was not what I was looking to sew with- they have lots of garment fabric. BUT this place also has tons of patterns, thread in varying shades, needles, ribbon, all the trimmings! I did find a remnant piece that had happy colors and patterns and walked out with that…along with elastic, thread, and buttons. Oh, I love a good wall-o-buttons!
This is a great find for me in Philadelphia because it means I don’t have to wait to make a trek to larger craft stores for notions and accessories. It does have limited hours (M-Sat, 9:30am-5pm) but the staff were kind! Hello, lunchtime getaway!
I like the idea of a new year. Of resolutions and doing it better this time. Of making room and time, ceasing inactivity, making a fresh start. But it’s the doing where I get stuck. I’m too comfortable in my laziness, I wallow in my guilt and forget about how good I feel when I’ve accomplished.
So this year, I’d like to do. I’ve spent the last few years trying and succeeding at new things, but the second half of 2010 was a season of undoing.
I live in a city ripe with possibility, a neighborhood I love, my job is fulfilling and living within a community has become a reality. Jesus is in my heart, I’ve cleared some head (and calendar) space for reflection and doing. I love making lists, and marking the moments that happen with pictures and words to spark my memories. So I’m going to start checking items off some of those lists, and adding new ones. I’m going to keep taking terrible pictures of the lunar eclipses in my heart because they inspire great dreams and stories. I hope to note my mark on all of them, but if I’m too busy living this idea of “do” I won’t push that.
I’m ready to create, make, bake, sew, see, run, eat, laugh, live, do.
Last week, I was considering getting new personal business cards and I wanted a tagline. Something that intrigued, but didn’t tell the whole story.
I think I found it.
Sewer. Baker. Extraordinary maker.