The Nook.

December 19, 2007


I work at an accounting office. My hours are erratic so I have no specific work space. On one day, I may be at a good desk with a functional computer and another day I might be in the kitchen working at the table there. Yesterday, I ended up in a cave in the back of the office. There is a cubicle that is squished up against the back wall. I could fall asleep back there and nobody would notice.

I was sitting in that little isolated cubbyhole yesterday and my eyes wandered.

I should also mention that this cubicle is pressed up against a library of sorts. It’s actually just a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf riddled with ridiculously over-sized reference books for computer programs and accounting procedures. Frankly, it made me a little nauseous.

Some of the more bromidic and expected titles included SEC Accounting Guide, Ten-Day MBA, and Fraud Examination for Managers and Auditors. Real page-turners, right?

But then, I saw some books that looked like they were lost. They must have been stow aways in a box somewhere. One title that looked especially out of place was Prose Poems by Kahlil Gibran.

Since nobody ever comes back there, I pulled it from the shelf. It was old. I mean really old. The cover was made of tired fabric and it was discolored and dingy. The binding was old and the pages varied in size. I could tell that it was a gift because someone wrote a really heartfelt message inside the cover.

Inside it’s pages were some really engaging poems. I was shocked to see such an alluring piece of literature among those humdrum manuals. I wanted to take it home and read it. I would bring it back and no one would ever know the difference. But, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Maybe next time.


My cup of tea.

December 7, 2007


I sometimes compartmentalize my life. Actually, it’s easier for me to compartmentalize it when I look back. Like:
– The time when I believed in Santa, the Tooth Fairy, etc.

-The time when I hung out with Adri, Jessie Luni, and Gina Landes.

-The time when I took the bus to school.

-The time when I could still play with Barbies, have tea parties, and play olden days with my friends.

I have created a new compartment. I call it, “The time when I actually liked old movies.” In Provo, it is simply unheard of to be a girl and to not like the Pride & Prejudice movie. You can imagine my chagrin when I told my peers that the movie (or the book for that matter) was simply not my cup o’ tea. I have to admit, however, that I have never seen the movie and I had given the book a less-than-fair chance; I think I only read 3 chapters in high school.

But, I am learning to appreciate a new genre. It does not really cater to the Pride and Prejudice loving, Anne of Green Gables crazed, Little House on the Prairie devoted people, although they are not exempt. I have taken a liking to the movies that were made from the 40s to the 60s. Some that I love are:

Same Time Next Year

-What A Way to Go

-Move Over, Darling

-It’s A Wonderful Life

-Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

-An Affair to Remember

I first saw It’s A Wonderful Life and I was immediately drawn to the simpler times and the romance. My old-movie adventure took off from there. I love the acting of Jimmy Stewart, James Garner, Doris Day, Shirley McClaine, etc. I love Dick Van Dyke. I love the music. The sets. The old Hollywood feel. These movies make me feel good. They bring back an easier time that my momĀ  always likes to talk about.

In the past, my mom always tried to get me to watch these movies, but I was bored. This genre has been one that I have had to discover for myself. I am glad I have. I wouldn’t have it any other way.