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Name: Amy
Country: United States
State: New Jersey
Birthday: 11/20/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: i spend my time: making song mixes, singing, loving my friends, loving my family, loving God, loving God's people, making collages, sewing, bopping, studying Greek, reading God's word, writing exigetical papers, and of course my favorite pastime: going to shows.
Expertise: mixed tapes and 80s movies. breaking stereotypes.
Occupation: youth worker
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Member Since:
12/24/2002
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| maybe all grandparents are pretty special, but i think mine are particularly amazing. and i was blessed with a whole weekend to show them my life in Jersey City!
my grandmother might be a saint. i am continually amazed at how gentle, loving, patient, selfless, and fun she is. such a model godly woman. i wonder if there is any way i could ever grow into a woman like that. i hope so.
my grandfather is seriously one of my favorite people to be around. (how amazing is that?!) he is so witty and wise, each at the right time. the blessed man has been keeping a journal since his childhood, so when we sat down at the Hoboken harbor, where he first set foot on American ground, he pulled out the translation of his journal entries from May 25-June 6, 1948 and read the story of his 14-year-old self leaving the Netherlands and arriving in the United States. he was hilarious already then.
my grandparents are shining examples of engaging God's world, discerning, thinking through issues rather than jumping on a bandwagon. we talked about the differences between voting for a party and voting for issues. we talked about why the church represents rules and guilt for so many young people. we talked about living in the light despite all our darkness. and i am honored to say that my grandparents motivate and empower me to live in the light. what a gift, what a blessing!!
also, my grandparents-- of their own free will-- rode back from Wyckoff to Jersey City with me on a school bus full of singing, shouting, chanting, clapping, stomping, adrenaline-stoned elementary school children after the Spring Production. now that is love.
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| read: "The Shack" by Wm. Paul Young. i think everyone should read this. just don't try to read it all on the bus or subway, cause you will feel real awkward when suddenly tears are rolling down your cheeks for no apparent reason. i will go so far as to say that this book renewed my relationship with God...all three of him.
watch: "Atonement." not at ALL what i thought it would be. somehow the romance is not actually the driving force of the plot... although it is a spectacular and full-on love story. the cinematography is beautiful and thoughtful, the setting is magical (ah England...), the music is INCREDIBLE, the acting is quite good (although it still didn't sell me on Keira), and it is in no way your typical romance. beautiful, wonderful film. i think i will watch it again within a week.
listen to: A Fine Frenzy. i think my favorite so far is 'rangers' and the music video is hott too. definitely have a girl crush on this singer.
look at: Rothko's early work. apparently he tried the whole representational art thing before he found his niche in enormous blocks of color. http://www.nga.gov/feature/rothko/early7.shtm
that's all for now.
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| finally took the time to sit down and write (read: sort through the jumble occupying my brain) out on a bench in the balmy weather for a couple hours today.
experienced my first Jersey City street brawl.. although the half dozen people yelling at each other in the street didn't quite escalate to throwing punches (thank God), a plank of wood was brandished and voices were loud enough to bring me and Deborah (and most of our neighbors) to our streetside windows. the worst part for me was that Artie just SAT there, WATCHING...!? apparently our avenue 'watchdog' doesn't have a bark! this distresses me and gives me much less confidence in my personal validation of Artie's daily routine, which consists of sitting on his chair which is chained to his doorstep, absorbing so much sun that his face might actually pass for leather, yelling at the kids (we're actually not sure his voice has any other volume/inflection) and saying hi to the ladies ("Howya doin today sweet-haht?" "Pretty good, Artie." "Well you're lookin good, dawl!"), and informing people of their parking tickets as he observes the neighborhood. what good is a watchman if he does nothing about what he sees?! yet, i am holding on to the hope that he somehow communicated from his chair to the guy who came out of the house to finally quiet things down. wow.
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