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Dear China

Dear China,

Although I love your food (in both taste and creativity,) your
history, and your culture I do not appreciate your blocking of both
Twitter and Facebook. It makes letting people know we're not dead much
harder. Thanks for letting gMail through though.

Love,
Evelyn

(PS Maybe you're just trying to get our technologically dependent
family to unplug. In that case, nice try, but MIND YOUR OWN BEESWAX.)

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Everybody Has Their Own

Let me just say, I know that high school can be a place where people forget who their friends are, or make bad choices or whatever. But it is also the place where my friends are, and I gotta say... My friends rock, seriously. *cough cough* Oh, sorry there. I just choked on my own cheese. But there is a reason for my sappiness, this post was inspired by one of the many silly, deep, funny things that sometimes emerge from my friends' mouths. So...


One of the reoccurring assignments in my English class is attending this thing that we call Cineclub. Basically, it is where teens in San Francisco can see artsy, thought-provoking, funny films. Did I mention that this is free? Or that they have cookies? Because it is, and they do. So far I have seen The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, M, Bladerunner, and, The Conformist. Afterwards there is always a discussion where we can air our confusions, comments, and critiques of the film. I find this especially helpful because I admit that I am not usually very good at looking deeper into things that I'm not being graded on. *sigh*


Anyways, recently, during the discussion after The Conformist we touched upon the topic, of "normal" and "normalcy." Since I was feeling both questioning and philosophical I asked the question that will send some parents running and some for the What to Expect... books.


Me: (Trying to be witty and deep thinking) But what is normal really?


My friend: Oh, it's a setting on a washing machine.


Me:I'm going to remember that.


Though apparently my friend is not a hidden genius (as I first thought), because when I asked him about it later, he told me it is a common saying. How I did not know this I have no idea.

But honestly I don't think there is such thing as "normal" when it comes to humans. I mean, there is normal body temperature, and normal age for getting your first twitter account, but the definition of "normal" is so different for so many people that it seems impossible to even try. And why would you want to? Sure, take a sample of other people's normal, but it will never taste as good as your own. We all have our own normals, and why try to change that?

 

Musing on 15

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Soooo.... It's that time of year again, the time of year that my mother always feels the need to comment on. "You know... It was (enter number directly proportionalte to years since 1996) ago that I was about ready to push you out." Thanks Mom. 

Fifteen... This strikes me as an in-between birthday. Next year is sixteen, and then after that is eighteen... Twenty one, twenty five... But fifteen? It's an in-between year.

Not that I'm complaining or anything. With a life that is croweded with Stuff, I have come to appreciate quality, not quantity. I would rather get a couple of gifts that I REALLY REALLY love, then lots of things that I will subsiquently shove under my bed and not discover until I am going to college and my little sister is coming to throw all my stuff out. 

I've discovered that I like making lists, so here is one on what comes along with turning the ripe old age of 15.

  • Six more months until I can get my permit! (Which I probably won't,but felt I should put up here just in case.)
  • It's the last year that I will be able to express my age on three hands! 
  • The Riverside Shakespeare's Complete Works (Oh wait, is that just me?)
  • The two year anniversary of when I got my Facebook (That might just be me again...)
  • Angry Girls Shirts (I'm really not good at this am I?)

Okay, so it wasn't a very long list, so sue me. Well actually plese don't, because that would really not be a good birthday present. Thanks. Also I guess they were mostly just for me... But this is my blog so I can write what I want, so there! 

So here I am, a newly turned 15 year old, listening to my sisters sing along to Hairspray inside the fort they built which we are now calling Occupy Livingroom, trying to write, sing, and constantly checking my FB for birthday notifications. So this is what it's like? 

(PS Also I hope I will not be the only one making the most epic wish EVER at 11:11? Please, join me.) 

(PPS I would like to welcome my new baby cousin Ruby into the world! I can't wait to see you!) 

 

Montreat!!! (Part 1)

Here are just some pictures of my time at Montreat, outlining how totally awesome it is. I hope you get as much by looking at these as I did taking/being in them!

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This is me trying to be artsy. If I didn't succede... Please don't tell me, I don't need to know. Thanks!

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Sunday morning, my Back-home group decided to climb Lookout MOUNTAIN as our "church" service. I most definatly suggest it, the hike up is grueling, but not too bad. And the view at the top makes it more then worth it. But aparently, there are two different trails to get to the top. The easier (but longer) one, and then the shorter (but steeper and harder one.) Guess which we took?

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Not sure what he's he's doing here... But he said it was a really comfy rock, plus it's just a funny picture...

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Yes, I really am that short. (Please see previous post.)

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The theme for this year's Youth Conference! Sources say that they first picked this theme two years ago, before there was really any reliable cell service. Then a couple months ago SOMEBODY had to go and ruin it by installing a cell tower that looks like an awkward tree. Ah well...

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My Small Group! Our group chant was that one person would say "Group 18!" And the rest of us had to say, "Best you've ever seen!" Which is totally true by the way. Just sayin.

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My Frequency Group! The smaller part of my Small Group, whom I love most dearly. We called ourselves "Cloud Nine" because there were nine people in out group. And because we could't think of another name and we were almost out of time. Plus, our banner has the Batman signal on it. Super cool, I know.

More pictures to come! I'm trying to break up my posts so that a) your eyes don't pop out of your head from staring at a computer screen for two hours, or b) you finally give up and decide to do something productive, like solving Global Warming.

A few more Montreat tidbits:

The "L" Word

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A couple weeks ago, my little sisters were taking swim lessons at a community pool. It was a very nice pool, and since I have been having some thoughts about joining a swim team, one day I decide to go with them and swim laps while they had their lessons. The first day it went splendidly, after I swam two different lifeguards came up and talked about me joining the pool's team. Needless to say my ego was fully inflated.

But apparently there was a rule about only over-18s being able to lap swim, because the next day, the lifeguard at the front desk told me that I couldn't swim. His reason: "You're too little." : Not "Sorry, it's the rule." or even just "No." I was "too little." I think he was just trying to make me feel better or something, but he was NOT succeeding. I don't think even he was convinced.

It's not that I don't know that I'm short for my age. My family is short, my parents are short, my sisters are short, and it's not like nobody has ever told me that I was short, but never before had anybody used it as an excuse to deny me something. (Roller coasters don't count.) I know that even if I was taller he still wouldn't have let me swim (at least I hope,) but it still stings a little. 

When I was in preschool, I would come home crying because the other kids always made me be the Baby when we played House because I was the only one they could pick up. I never got to be the Mommy or the Big Sister. No. I was either the Baby or the Dog. But now I send them the bills for my therapy, so it all worked out in the end. Mwaaahahahahahaa! 

(Disclaimer: I don't actually remember this, but my dad says it happened, plus it makes a good story.)

One day at preschool there was one girl in particular who was teasing me for being so little. "You're so LITTLE, like a BABY! So LITTLE!" And who said little kids were innocent at heart? So obviously I did what any other shorty would do in that situation. I hit her with a stick. (Well it's not like she didn't deserve it!) And when Dad picked me up that day, he sat me down and we had a talk.

Dad: So did anything happen today?
Me: I got a time-out.
D: Why is that?
M: Zoe got hit with a stick.

And Dad eventually got the story out of me, and then he asked me, "Ev, why do you think you hit zoe with a stick?"

Me: Well that's just how God made me.

See? Even then I was snarky! But that girl really did deserve it, later that year she pushed me down a hill and I chipped a tooth. (Mine, not hers.)


BTW, this post is not meant to be really deep or anything, just me telling stories. And here is one of my favorate quotes EVER that I found on a magnet at the Cowgirl Hall of Fame. It might even be my motto. 

"Keep neat and clean, avoid bad habits, be faithful, and never take #!%* from anyone."
-Rose White 1873

Big Tent Day 3: The End

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Oh NO! It's the end of Big Tent! What are we Presby Nerds supposed to do now?!

Have no fear, General Assembly is next year! But until then, please enjoy reading about my final day at The Big Tent.

Things I did in the morning:

  • Got out of bed
  • Got dressed
  • Got back into bed

That is all, thank you very much and goodnight! 

Haha, I'm just messing with you! After Dad pulled me back out of bed, he dragged (well not LITERALLY) me down to hear Rev. Dr. Margaret Aymer talk about diversity. It was really quite interesting, filled with humor, poignant discussions, and even an argument. And dad preached at the Closing Worship at the Peacemaking Conference, I guess he was okay. ;) Also I'm into making lists right now, so here is some things that I learned during the workshop and the Closing Worship.

  • Migration and Immigration assume movement, NOT willingness
  • Conversations about race and privilege are usually thought of as black and white. Asians and Latino's are often left out.
  • How to make an origami flower.
  • Seriously.
  • I'm not kidding, we made flowers. It was so cool.

 

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Closing Worship for Big Tent, how do I describe thee? Well, long for starters. It was really long. Not that I'm complaining. (Well maybe just a little, my butt can only take so much sitting before it deflates.) But J. Herbert Nelson was FANTASTIC! Really, really good! One of the best that I've seen in all my 14 years of hearing sermons.The message was the best part I thought.

And then, guess what? WE GOT TO SEE A DAVID LAMOTTE CONCERT! Super awesome! I remember the first time I saw David perform. It was in Montreat and I was about 7 years ond I think. Back then my favorite song was "The SS Bathtub." And apparently, I was even born with a LaMotte song playing in the background. Slightly weird I admit, but still kinda cool. Here are some of my favorite moments of the show:

  • "Vocation is where you're deepest longing meets the world's greatest need."
  • "Aid work is taking care of people's needs, Social Justice is challenging the system that made them needy." 
  • Only David LaMotte can sing in harmony WITH HIMSELF.

Plus, there was free ice cream. 

After the show my dad, a couple of people I shall not mention, and I headed over to the "other" Marriott for a Presby PAR-TAY. There was swearing on the skywalk, and posing by the pageant. There was a girls beauty pageant happening and we snuck in to see the finalists, all 120 of them. Then we posed by a screen that had lots of little crowns on it. Many humorous pics were born there. And as we walked into the room, LO AND BEHOLD, there was a buffet waiting for us! Dumplings and brownies and coffee, oh my! I learned that to find a good boyfriend from Quinn, you must look for the following things:

  1. He must be less cute then you are.
  2. He must think you are the best thing that ever happened.
  3. Playing an instrument is a plus.
  4. Reeses wrappers make good teeth blackers. (This doesn't actually have anything to do with the above.)

Sadly, this must now come to an end, even Presby Parties. Alas. So after waking up the next morning at 11, I packed and we head off to the airport, which is where I'm sitting now. Thanks to Nancy and the Peacemaking! Goodbye Indianapolis heat!

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If you want to see more pics, see my dad's Big Tent album and you can also see all of the twitter stuff at #bigtent11.

Big Tent Day 2

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[Photo of Katie Day at workshop on Gun Violence]

Here we go again!

Thank goodness I didn't have to go outside today, or else I might have been too fried to post. Or maybe it wasn't actually that hot, and I'm just a San Francisco weather wimp. Whatever.

But on to business! Is it sad that I have to look back at my schedule to remember what I did today? Jeez I'm getting old.

Well firstly after being woken up at 8:30 (5:30AM for those West Coasters) we attended what my papers call "Big Tent Plenary." The main speaking was Serene Jones, and she did a very good job in my opinion. She talked about Calvin, whom I did not know very well before this, but I was grateful to become acquainted with him and his stuffed tiger. I will  be reading his comics. But really, the John Calvin story was very good, his story helping up to "stay awake" in times of great chaos.

The Gun Violence workshop was decidedly less cheery. If you don't know, my Uncle was shot and killed three years ago by a man who had gotten fired earlier that day. It was very hard for our family, needless to say, but it definately makes me more determined to do something about today's gun policies.

Like a good little schoolgirl, I took notes, and to make sure this post isn't so long that your eyes pop out, I made a list for your convenience. 

THINGS I LEARNED IN THE GUN VIOLENCE WORKSHOP 

  • In Virginia you can bring a loaded gun into a bar, but you can't drink.
  • In ONE YEAR almost 20,000 kids (ages 0-19) are shot in murders, assults, sucicids, accidents, or by police interwention.
  • In ONE YEAR out of 100,000 people (all ages) that are shot in America, over 31,000 DIE FROM BEING SHOT.
  • On average, 86 guns "dissapear" from gun shops every day. That's about 31,390 a year.
  • In several states, and 18-year old can own a handgun, but not by purchasing it from a licensed gun dealer. They CAN HAVE A GUN, but THEY CAN NOT DRINK. 

And finally, my very least favorate factoid:

  • Everyday, the are 34 people that are murdered by a gun. EVERY-FREAKIN-DAY. And that's not even counting suicides, accidents, or any other factors. This is a person, who has a life and a family, purposely killing another person. Ending a life, a legacy. And a gun lets them do that, with no more trouble than moving their little finger. 

For more information you should check out Heading God's Call and Mayors Against Illegal Guns.

Well that was sufficiently depressing. My job is done! 

Later in the day my spirit was lifted when we went to the Exposition hall, and ran into a bunch of Dad's partners in Presbyterian crime. They gave me lots of advice which I will not post, and cracked lots of jokes that I can not post because they are simply TOO FUNNY to be online. But seriously, if you guys are reading this, you're awesome! 

Another thing we did today: WE MET DAVID LAMOTTE! Well though we already knew him (Dad is friends with him on Facebook) it was still pretty cool to hear him sing. He even read a poem that he had written which was, "Not only true, but also factual!" It was about a group of clowns (The Coup Clutz Clowns I believe) that frustrated a group of the KKK with their joking around, that they finally left and it was a happily ever after! Here are some more things I learned from David:

  • "When you say you work for peace, people look at you like you might not be too bright."
  • "When people hear 'Activism' they get a picture in their mind of you marching down the street, holding a sign, and you're very mad."
  • Passive and pacifist ARE NOT ANYTHING ALIKE. Totally different root words, pacifist means "peace-making."
  • The app that lets you swipe a credit card from you're phone is SO COOL! Even if you don't have a credit card! I just used my dad's! (BTW, sorry Dad for the $500 dollar donation.)

The "Making Peace with God's Earth" workshop that I sat in was very interesting. I learned about how even small churches can make a pledge to help the environment, and how big a change it can make. Among other things they discussed how encroaching buildings are cutting down on the everyday greenery, the Environmental Ministries, the Earthcare Pledge, and of course, wild horses. I mean, how can you be in an Eco workshop and not talk about wild horses? Impossible!  For more info see nccecojustice.org.

And now I'm sitting once again in my hotel room, trying to figure out how to end this post. So I'll just say this: Even with all the horror that happens today, we still have to remain positive that we CAN make a difference. To quote a former moderator, "It's all that easy and it's all that hard."

Big Tent Day 1

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So how do I begin my very first blog? Well with an endorsement of course! 

An endorsement for what you say? The Big Tent of course! As of now I am sitting in my hotel room after a day of meeting, greeting, and eating. I am very tired. And I'm sure that has nothing to do with the fact that I got up at 4 AM this morning to catch a plane. Crazy talk!

As soon as we (me and my father, the illustrious Bruce Reyes-Chow) stepped off that plane into the blistering Indianapolis heat, I knew we were going to have a wonderful and eye-opening experience at The Big Tent. At least that's what I'm telling myself that I was thinking. What it probably really was like was, "Why is it so freaking hot here? What happened to the fog?!" But the eye-opening thing sounds much better, so let's go with that. 

(Dad and I have been brought to The Big Tent by the Peacemaking conference, he to preach and flit about, me to blog and tweet about the goings-on of The Big Tent.)

But at least there was an air-conditioned car waiting for us, and then it was just a hop-skip-and-a-20-minute-ride to our hotel! As we walked to Registration, for some strange reason, people kept coming up to my dad, and saying hello. It was like he was some kind of former Moderator or something! Jeez!

But now I guess I should get to the part that's actually about Big Tent, or I'll get accused of not doing my job.

So what is The Big Tent exactly? Well it's a really big tent where we keep all the Presbyterian Nerds captive till they have a good time. Duh. 

Just kidding! It's actually a collection of conferences that come together and coexist in peace, while the Presbyterian Nerds are held captive by the pastors. And while they do that, they can attend the different conferences, workshops, seminars, and coffee breaks. It's like a family reunion, minus the family part. But really, it seems like a lot of fun, and I can't wait to see what happens to me as an unpaid internish-type person.  

(PS So far I think there have been about five people who started our conversation with, "The last time I saw you, you were this tiny!")