how i started a controlled fire in my dorm's kitchen

my school's dining hall does not do sunday night dinners. this means students get to be resourceful or perish. i thought i'd be resourceful and scavenge this week.

i had a strange idea to bake one of the pie crusts i bought randomly at a grocery store closing last week. i didn't have any filling, but i like the crust all by itself anyway, so the theory is good. i went to my dorm's kitchen where said crusts are stored, unwrap one, and put it in the oven.
two guys i know came in mid-bake with a frozen pizza, so we decided to split the oven. within ten minutes, my pie was done. however, since dorm kitchens are public kitchens, and collegiates plus public places often equal "devoid of anything useful due to excessive 'borrowing,'" there aren't any hot pads in the place. i'll just grab it gently with my hands, i thought wishfully. i went for it, got nervous/jumpy in mid-lift, and dropped the whole thing (but the tin) straight to the bottom of the oven. the oven is still on, due to the pizza. we can all to the math here: light pastry+ very hot metal= instantaneous smoke and very real danger of ignition.

i panicked: i tried to navigate the kitchen as if i were going to turn off the oven and pull out the pie crust from the bottom simultaneously. the two pizza guys seem very chill about all this until smoke becomes a major issue. they found a plastic bag to cover the smoke detector while i took out their pizza. i had just turned off the oven when the guys asked if they could finish their pizza before i cleaned up. "guys... if i leave it in there it will catch on fire!" "yeah, it might, but it will just burn itself out and smoke a lot, but be no big deal," they respond. i know these two have had experiences with fire alarms, so i finally gave in.(a fire alarm is not an uncommon nor well loved tradition at wheaton.)
we prepped the room for the whole ordeal--closed the door, opened the window, turned on a vent over the oven, got a saucepan full of water, turned on the a/c on high, and noted the nearest fire extinguisher. within a few moments the crust caught on fire, sending flames five or six inches high into the oven that made me freak out all over again. "guys, guys, this is bad, we should open it, we should turn the oven off...!" "no no no, it'll burn itself out, you'll see." it did, but not without sending smoke through every vent the oven had to offer.

these two guys, bless them, stayed with me till their pizza was done and the oven was off. they advised me to come back to the kitchen later so the smoke could clear and the oven could cool down. nothing could really be done till then. they were right again.
i came back and cleared a few huge chunks of char from the bottom of the oven and cleaned it as best i could. the fiasco was over, and we miraculously avoided setting off a fire alarm or even causing that much of a fuss. (i won't go into how the bottom floor of my building smelled for a little while.) however, it was at that moment, bent over the oven with a sponge from who-knows-where, i decided that februaries are hard.

“Hey… you guys are a lot of fun. I don’t remember church being this much fun.”

iron and wine came to wheaton.

okay, i'll stop feeding off other's work soon, but this article will give a great background for the rest of this.

i worked security at this show last weekend. i was basically a body with a brain at strategic doors during the show to be sure only the appropriate bodies went through at the appropriate time. my assignment allowed me to be standing in the wing as sam beam (the main guy behind i&w, and only performer we had that evening) waited to be introduced. there were three or four of us standing there with him. beam was shuffling his feet and picking random chords on the guitar already around his shoulders, and occasionally asked casual questions of those standing around. i myself was trying to answer a question my fellow security worker and current roommie, anna, had asked me about chicago to keep from staring and probably engaging him in conversation and saying something silly.

i haven't been near too many famous people in my life, and so they're still kind of fascinating. not in a "omg i know a famous person!!!" kind of way, but in a human, "how do you deal with life when you live this way--or do you even think about it?" beam is a man not much taller than me, with long hair and a very dense beard. he wore jeans and a jacket and matte leather shoes out onstage. of that few number of famous people i've met, he's probably the nicest. i'm still bound to say something silly to him, though. his show was wonderful.

he's not a Christian, as the above article states, and he did have to pause for a half-dozen or so words that wheaton wouldn't let him say. but he made beautiful music and, also as the above article states, connected with wheaties when he censored himself the same way wheaton connected with him by inviting him, giggling at his honesty ("how can you know which song this is [from hearing the first few bars]? all the songs sound the same!" "you guys are a lot of fun. i don't remember church being this much fun."), and allowing ourselves to be awed by his art.

if you've got a few minutes to listen to a very sweet song, here's the one he opened our show with. this recording was not taken at our school: we did not have the man in the orange on the left. so, beam is the very hairy one with the guitar. enjoy.

the trapeze swinger, by iron and wine

valentine's day, someone else's thoughts followed by my own

this is an essay/article i received from a weekly newsletter from my current favorite publication relevant. it's only 850 words. my thoughts are below.

It’s that time of the year again: candy-colored hearts, pink-and-red greeting cards and naked babies shooting people with romance-inducing arrows (which is a little weird when you think about). It’s a time of bliss for the lovebird and contempt for the single, an excuse to dress up and act mushy with the one you love.

Like many of the modern holidays we observe, the true meaning and origins of Valentine’s Day are often forgotten in a commercialized frenzy of money and mass-produced teddy bears. But a little research shows that though February 14 may have little resemblance to the saint it remembers, the heart of the celebration is the same: the mystery surrounding St. Valentine is a love—of sorts.

For whatever the holiday may look like in our culture today, legends say it was created to memorialize the saint (or saints) called Valentine of long ago. Research shows at least three saints by that name were martyred on the day we celebrate love. While the details in the actual story of St. Valentine are largely a mystery, there is an underlying theme for every legend associated with the holiday—a theme that is centered around sacrificial love for one another.

Some believe that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men so that his crop of potential soldiers would multiply; all current engagements were also nullified. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied the emperor and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. Swooning yet?

When Valentine's actions were discovered, he was arrested and imprisoned by the emperor. While in prison, it is said that Valentine fell in love with the jailer’s blind daughter, whose vision he restored by a saintly miracle. The emperor found out about the healing and ordered that Valentine be beheaded. On the eve of his execution, he wrote a farewell note to the jailer’s daughter, dripping with love and words of affection, signing it “from your Valentine.”

Nowadays, the commercialization of the holiday may have distorted our understanding of the passion of this event by incorporating cards with SpongeBob SquarePants on them signed, “from your Valentine.” However, the original story is as achingly romantic as they come. It is further believed that the “from your Valentine” tradition carried on after the saint’s execution through an annual Roman festival where young men gave handwritten letters of affection to the young women they wished to court. The festival was held on February 14, and determined the romantic fate for young people in the coming year. Fortunately, present-day Valentine cards that kids pass out during class do not determine their romantic destinies, so the switch to candy was probably a smart move in this case—unless arranged marriage is what you have in mind for your children one day.

Another legend holds that Valentine was a martyr for the Church in Rome. According to some theories, he was executed after trying to help several prisoners escape harsh conditions where they were often beaten or tortured. This type of brotherly or Christ-like love is not often associated with Valentine’s Day, but the premise of the holiday clearly lies in the idea of a sacrificial love—to whomever that may be. Even Russell Stover can’t top that.

Another view on this mysterious Valentine character asserts that he was an outspoken priest and volunteer physician who healed the sick. He allegedly combined his professions to work all day healing people and then praying all night for their recovery. When Valentine grew old and became bedridden, he continued his ministry by sending letters to those he couldn’t visit in person. Like the other Valentines, he was imprisoned and sentenced to execution. His offense? Refusing to denounce Christianity in a time when Protestantism was under fire by the Roman government. While incarcerated he received notes, candy and flowers from young children whom he had healed. Even though incarceration followed by execution seems to be the dominant theme for the lives of Valentine, this may explain why today we send chocolate, roses and love notes to our special someone.

So what can we say Valentine’s Day really encompasses? In all cases, it is the effort to protect the sanctity of love—the holiday has become synonymous with all things tender. The idea of celebrating love on the date of a saint’s execution may seem strange, but it is as much a celebration of the life of Valentine and those he helped as it is a memorial of his death. Valentine’s Day is as closely tied to the love of a romantic interest or a friend in need as it is to a passion for God and serving a greater purpose.

Whether you’ll be gallivanting around with your significant other or cursing all things cute, take some time to remember the real meaning of Valentine’s Day: sacrifice and true love. In a society that continues to grow more and more independent and out of touch with those around them, the concept of sacrifice and genuine love should be fought for.
Author: Kayla Smith, Editorial Intern

thanks, kayla. now for my own thoughts.

it has been ingrained in us since elementary school that valentine's day was a public holiday. then, it was more about the art and craft of decorating a shoebox and the receiving of candy [it just occurred to me we could be inadvertently teaching our little ones communism with bright colors: if everyone gives a little, we all get a lot, it's important to give to everyone equally, etc!] the moment hormones came into play, the more elaborate the gifts became and the more elaborate gifts became the more some felt more loved than others and it became a potentially painful or delightful experience for young ones. all before puberty.
i wasn't considered "pretty" by my peers at this age, so valentine's day was a day i quickly started to disdain. so, of course, what do you do with a holiday that rarely shows you favor? learn to ignore it.

i've been okay with this arrangement for many years. if people want to give me a mass-produced piece of cardstock with a funny quip about philia on it, that's fine. that's not how i show or recieve love, but it's cool. i like getting packages from home with cute heart-related stuff on it, and heck, if someone wants to pass on candy, i'm more than happy to take it.

some decide to turn their valentine's day giving into an act of philanthropy: i.e. a friend of mine who is dating a boy decided to make cupcakes and give them out to people instead of to him. i know this could brighten up someone's day, and heck i'll rarely turn down a free cupcake, but it comes off to me as a consolation gift: "aww, i'm sorry you don't have this relationship that i have, but i love you if no one else does. and no one else does. so here's a cupcake."

fine, i'm a cynic. i often think that the midwinter zeitgeist, our long since forgotten new year's revolutions to eat healthy, not to mention the memory of a saint, would be helped if we reworked valentine's day into a private holiday. enough with the excess of chocolate. enough with the paper cutouts of hearts. enough with the telling me i should be "doing something" for valentine's day. i'm not in elementary school anymore--the teacher doesn't break for card exchanges between math and english. and while i have many in my life i love dearly, i can't math the intensity of st. valentine in any of the above stories, so i won't claim that i can.

the moment i do, though, you better believe it will be valentine's day every day.

in the meantime, i'll remember the saint. i'll remember my Lord, who sacrificed it all for me, for the romance between me and my creator. i'll take those reminders to love people more vulnerably in every day--not just the day my floor is littered with pink balloons.

happy valentine's day.

please divert your attention over there

dearest family and friends, whoever still happens to be paying attention to this place:

i have a couple prayer requests to send forward.
1. my roomie's grandfather goes into heart bypass surgery in the next few days. pray for his safety, for the hands and wisdom of the doctors, for his healing. and, above all things, God's will be done.

2. i have friends connected with the fighting and turmoil in kenya and chad at the moment. please be in prayer for families to be reunited, for violence to subside, and for a heap of other things i'm sure i'd be able to articulate better if i completely understood what's going on in these places. again, above all things, God's will be done.
please visit my friend sarah kay's blog, to follow the situation and look for more specific prayer requests.

i get the sense that today is not going to be an easy day.