Thursday, June 21, 2007

hot time, summer in the city

Happy June 21st.
Happy summer solstice.
Happy first day of summer.

This time last year I was moving into my apartment in High Park, returning from a road trip to Texas with the Youth Net Band and watching the FIFA World Cup finals. This year, I'm settling into my new apartment in the Bloor West Village, planning to attend Jacob and Carolyn's wedding in Texas and going to the FIFA U-20 World Cup with my brother.

New developments also include re-activating myself as a University of Toronto student, being serendipitously named the officer for 24/7 Prayer Toronto, and making time to go sailing with my family on our boat, Fledge.

Summer afternoon - summer afternoon...the two most beautiful words in the English language.
- Henry James

In summer, the song sings itself.
- William Carlos Williams

The summer night is like perfection of thought.
- Wallace Stevens


"And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure."
- Professor Dumbledore, Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

retrospect

"Tu seras pour moi unique au monde. Je serai pour toi unique au monde."
(Le Petit Prince)

Dear self in 2001,

You heard correctly. He has a crush on you. That's right: a crush. Don't roll your eyes. You're not so grown-up that the word doesn't have an effect on you. You're much younger than you think.

Forget your fanciful expectations for a minute. Didn't you enjoy yourself at Second Cup? You must have. You didn't move from that table all evening. Didn't he treat you with respect? Didn't he speak to you truthfully? Didn't he make you laugh?

You and I both know that you won't listen to me, or anyone else, on the subject. That's fine. You still need to discover more about yourself and life before this gift is offered again. You'll graduate university, you'll run national commercial awards, you'll travel the globe, you'll publish your poetry, you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll mellow. And how then, I hear you wonder, will this little crush have any effect on you at all?

Just keep it in mind.

See you soon,
Self in 2007


My dear, I went for the steal
Maybe it was rushed
Oh, my crush
Damaging my soul
You blew me off, but I don't mind
I just get better with time
And so do you
So do you
My crush
- Gavin DeGraw, "Crush"

Thursday, June 07, 2007

scombridae

Spelling Bee Champ He`s home-schooled? Really? He seems so normal and well socialized.

Well, not all homeschooled kids can be as talented and socially ept as my brothers.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

happy beersday

By the numbers:

27: number of years I have been alive
6: number of people chorusing "Happy Birthday" in three birthday phone calls
52: number of Facebook birthday greetings I received
(1 each from B.C., Montreal, Manitoba and Saskatchewan, 2 from England, 1 from Japan, 1 from Korea, 1 from Alaska, 2 from people I have never met in person and 1 from my old hair dresser whom I haven't visited in over three years)
3: number of office assistants from Equador who sang "happy beersday to joo" at work on Friday afternoon
4: number of hours my first birthday meal, celebrated with Amy, lasted at Joy Bistro
11: hour of the morning my incredible boyfriend, Andrew, took me out to breakfast the next morning
19: number of tracks on the birthday mix CD he made me
2,472: approximate number of freckles that appeared after an hour at the beach with Jesus
4: hour that we caught the "Pirates of the Carribean" matinée at the Paramount
9: number of cloud I was on during dinner with A. at Ultra Supper Club on Queen West
3: number of lit fountains in the pool at Queen and University that I walked through
2: number of stunning pearl earrings A. gave me...again*
15: number of minutes I spent climbing the mulberry tree in my parents' backyard with my brother, Seth
24: number of tulips sent to my office by my Kate Graham
20: number of marvelous friends that showed up at Whelan's Gate Irish Pub to celebrate last night
8: number of shots purchased for me at Whelan's...I think
4: number of days my birthday celebration lasted
2007: easily the best birthday year of my wee life

* Yes, again. In fact, the first time A. stunned me with pearl earrings was LAST year on my birthday...much weeping and gnashing of teeth followed my realization that I lost them.

Friday, June 01, 2007

mawage *

While enjoying a contemplative conversation over pints with a friend, I was reminded of two wonderful quotes - both of which are written down in a dank, dark journal of mine somewhere and should be allowed to play online.

Love is a wonderfully labyrinthine thing and, in the words of St. Paul, "I don't pretend to understand it at all", but I do know that older, wiser contemplators have gone before me. Their words, like handprints cast in concrete, show me that there is much more to learn and much more room to grow.

"Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes; in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, ore even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to."
- J.R.R. Tolkien

"We want our marriage to fulfill all of our emotional and physical needs; we ask our partner to do what an entire village once did; and to desire nothing or no one else while doing it."
- Esther Perel
- - - - -
* "Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder tooday. Mawage, that bwessed awangment, that dweam wifin a dweam...and wuv, twoo wuv, wiw fowow you foweva... so tweasure your wuv..."
- The Impressive Clergyman, The Princess Bride

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

oenophilicious party

I discovered a new word:

oenophile
oe·no·phile (plural: oe·no·philes)
noun
Definition: connoisseur or lover of wines: a lover of or expert on wine
[Mid-20th century. French "oeno-" Greek "oinos", "wine"]

How I haven't known about this word prior to now astounds me.

On that note, my lovely roommate, Nicole, and I will be hosting a housewarming soirée at our new apartment. If you are friends of ours feel free to contact us for details. If you're thinking to yourself, "I don't know Sarah or Nicole's contact information as I only visit this blog to stalk..." then you're out of luck, sweetheart.

That means you, Anonymous.

Monday, May 28, 2007

ghost stories

This is a post I originally began about a month ago, then under the working title "rennies", referring to Ericka and Andrew pictured above, respectively. Rennie-Hunter History 101: I first met Andrew at an awkward Hallowe'en "dance" at Tyndale (imagine a grade eight dance in a grade school gym...then take out the prepubescent kids and replace them with seminary students) and we e-corresponded while he traveled to India and I to Korea. He later met and wed the lovely Ericka who has become not only my downtown fortnightly lunch date but an excellent source of godly wisdom, smart-ass commentary and easy girly-camaraderie. I didn't have much to say about them after I ranted about how cool they were, but now I do.

You see, the Rennies have given birth to their second. Event, that is. They two are founding members of an uber-relevant project called Empire Remixed. Click on the link to hear what they're about in their own words (much more concise than I am apt to write), which include:

One might claim that we need to tear the walls down. Another might claim that we have no business acting on such a grand scale. And yet, in the midst of this all, in the midst of our culture, we hear a new song. A new sound.

The group was behind another tremendous event, this one self-titled, that I was privileged to attend last year where N.T. Wright (or "The Bish" as he was referred to all evening) spoke to a packed out club (one-time Baptist church, named, of all things, Revival) in Little Italy. The subject matter, or "conversation" as you'll hear it commonly called, was, and still is, Christian relevancy and integrity in a world system overwrought with capitalism, consumerism and individualism. I was hooked.

Last night, the Empire struck again with a brilliant event called "Ghost Stories :: Local Pain, Local Hope" hosted in the heart of Parkdale in a pretty presby church auditorium. Among the throng were Phyllis Novak (founder and director of Sketch!), musician Sam Sunder Singh and author of The Irresistible Revolution, Shane Claiborne of The Simple Way community in Philadelphia.

I'm left with images and words that I can not shake from the corners of my mind... What am I doing to help the poor in my community? Am I being Jesus where I can? How comfortable have I become in my 9-to-5 job, my cosy apartment, my familiar church family? Am I still dancing upon injustice?


“Seek the welfare of the city where I have sent you,” Jeremiah relates, “for in its welfare, you will have your welfare.”
(Jer 29.7)