22.11.08

Afternoon with the Schmelzenbachs and Schultzies

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Sooooo, I got my SAT scores back. I got a 1510, which is pretty much what
I was hoping for. Thanks for the prayers, y'all, God really helped me out on that one. 

We were gonna have dinner with the Schultzies ANYWAY, so mum went ahead a decorated a bit, made a chocolate bread pudding, and we called it a party. It was fun.
I uploaded a bunch of photos to my picasa, but the movie refused to cooperate there so I just uploaded it here.


18.11.08

Website!

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Well, I spent Saturday glued to the computer screen, staring at pages and pages of coding. I was on a mission. I was going to finish my website! I was unhappy with what I had, so I decided to throw it out and start over, retaining only four files of the original. 
About 15 hours of solid coding and graphic designing later, I had pretty much made what I wanted.... by 9:30 PM on Saturday night, Quinton was getting worried about me... "Aren't you going to go to bed, Sis?" ... but no, once you start on a coding project, it becomes verrrrry difficult to stop. Trust me. It's like stopping halfway through  a Ted Dekker book. Just doesn't happen. 

Anyway, with a few tweaks and final touches on Sunday morning before church and Monday morning before school, the website is up and running! So go take a look at it, at http://antiqueatlantic.com

For those who do not quite get all the gizmos on the home page, allow me to explain:

- My music: an online radio station I found recently, which allows users to tell it what artists they like. It then pulls all the songs from those artists and plays them... and the user can ban songs they don't like, so eventually they get a totally customized playlist. That thingo on the homepage plays my playlist, but there is a link underneath it to make your own... it's free, it's awesome, I fully recommend it. I made a profile for mum, with stuff like Abba, LeAnn Rimes, Kenny G, all that good stuff. 

-My flair: Ok, well, if you have facebook you know what these are. These are awesome buttons which people collect on facebook when they have nothing better to do. You can make your own, or choose from ones others have made. I love them... so I put them also on my home page. As I get more on facebook, I shall add them to my home page.

-my Feeds: well the blog feed is self-explanatory, tells about the lates blogs on this, my blog. The top one, the "friendfeed" might need some explanaition. If you know about twitter or Jaiku, then this is just like them, and now you understand. If you don't know about twitter.... allow me to explain.
This is a lovely way to waste your time and that of your friends. It is a little blog-type thing, only the blogs can only be 140 characters or less. So, the idea, is that every few hours you give this tiny update about what your doing. Now, I can't say that I actually update mine every few hours, but I do update it once in a while. It's kinda like the profile thingo on facebook, only I can't get on facebook from this computer, so this works better for me. It sounds like a mindless time-waster, and it is exactly that... but it's strangely addictive. I mean, you become almost compelled to write "I just ate lunch". ..... Ok, so maybe it's not that bad, but you get the idea. 

Well, now I really must get to school.... so go check out my website, and tell me what you think. Unless you don't like it, then don't tell me what you think. :)

-Danielle

11.11.08

Learning to Drive with Dad

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The other day, Dad walked into the room where I was working, and casually glanced over my shoulder at the screen of my not-so-trusty computer. He inquired as to how my work was progressing. I happened to mention that I was almost done transferring the website to valid CSS and XHTML Transitional from it's former invalidated HTML coding. He nodded, as if that was a given. I thought he really wasn't enthusiastic enough about the whole coding thing. Then he mentioned that when I was done with that, I might go ahead and "figure out the whole video thing." I looked at him intelligently and remarked: Huh?
Dad: Yes, Kiddo, I need you to figure out what is involved in, you know, editing video, and kind of put together a professional sort of promotional video clip.
Self: But... I've never done video... I don't know how to...
Dad: So? You can learn. So yeah, just work on that when you get done with the other. Ok?

Well, I wasn't so very surprised, really. One gets used to these sorts of things. Sooner or later, one discovers that one is actually capable of much more than most people expect. All one needs is someone who expects more than most people do, and is not very impressed with mediocre achievement. Case in point: driving lessons.

Mom tried to teach me to drive. The problem was, two weeks later we were still slowly rolling around that deserted block in Pac Harbour, learning stopping and starting. I could stop and start really well. Even got up to 20 kph! Then I graduated to a shift-stick and learned stopping and starting all over again. Lessons would go something like this:

Mom: Ok, start the car.
Self: *starts car*
Mom: Alright, drive to that palm tree up there.
Self: *slowly rolls to palm tree; stops car*
Mom: Ok, go ahead and drive to that next palm tree. You can go a bit faster this time.
Self: *rolls to next palm tree at the shocking speed of 10 k's*
Mom: Oh, here comes a car, pull over and we'll wait till they pass.
Self: *puts car in park; resists temptation to completely turn the motor off*
Mom: Ok, now go to that next palm tree.
Self: *goes to next........* well, you get the picture.

Then, one day, we were driving home from Nadi, and Dad decided that he would see how my driving was coming along. He pulled into that stretch of road along the front of Pac Harbour... you know, the one they race on... and got out. Time for a driving lesson from the Padre. Now, Dad and Mom differ somewhat.... it shows up in their teaching styles. Mom will teach something until you know it, patiently coaxing you along to the next step. Dad ... doesn't. Dad will teach you something until you are supposed to know it, and then will have you do it, perfectly. Actually, Dad's teaching style fits me pretty well, because otherwise I would just stick with the learning bit until Kingdom Come and never actually get around to the doing bit. So, here we go on a driving lesson with Dad:

Dad: Alright, Kiddo, get in. Start the car. Let's go.
Self: *starts car; forgets to put in the clutch* *engine dies*
Dad: Ok, Kiddo, you can go ahead and start the car now.
Self: *puts in clutch; does things correctly; starts car; puts car in first gear; panics when car starts moving; hits brake; accidently hits clutch instead* *engine dies*
Dad: Alrighty, Kiddo, start the car.
Self: *gives Dad a Glare**looks at the steering wheel and stick-shift in front of me*
The car had humiliated me enough. It was time to end this. I gripped the wheel with one hand, and the gear shift with the other. I took a deep breath; arranged my mind for wrestling. It was the car or me this time. I'm not perfectly sure what happened next... I'm sure that the car almost won, but in the end, I was in the driver's seat, with my foot on the accelerator, in first gear. The car was obediently rolling down the street. Dad nodded as though it was a given that the car would start when you told it to. I thought that he really was not enthusiastic enough about my victory. However, I did not have time to inform him of this, as I noticed a car coming toward us. I prepared for the customary halt.

Dad: What are you doing?
Self: Stopping.
Dad: I see that. Why are you stopping?
Self: *points toward oncoming car with my eyebrows* (my eyebrows were all that I could point with, my hands seemed to be stuck in a death grip on the steering wheel, in the required 9 and 3 o' clock positions, in readiness for the next time the car would try a counter-attack move)
Dad: So?
Self: That's a car.
Dad: So? So is this. This a road. Cars drive on roads.
Self: I don't drive in the presence of other cars.
Dad: Yes you do; drive.
Self: But, but, butbutbutBUTDAD.......

The car passed us. It didn't hit us; I stayed on my side of the road; we were all still alive. I looked at my intact body in wonderment.
Note: The above conversation and actions happened in the course of about 1.73 seconds. Also present, but not included in the above narrative, was a steady stream of agreements and explanations from Mom and Quinton in the back seat.

Dad nodded as though it was a given that cars would pass without catastrophe to either party. I thought that he really was not enthusiastic enough about our narrow brush with death. Well, perhaps not with death exactly, but certainly with bodily harm. Well, perhaps not harm exactly, but ... well, it was dangerous, very dangerous, and that is the point to which I am trying to come. Soon enough, I forgot all about passing that car. You know the old home remedy for a headache? The one where you hit your thumb with a hammer? No more headache. Well, Dad believes in these kinds of home remedies, and I suppose that is the tack we took at this point. Scared of a car? No problem, we can fix that.

I got us safely down the whole road there in front of the post office, and then we reached that stretch of road in front of the Culture Center. The stretch of road which is constantly strewn with cars parked, parking, or unparking; and is riddled with unsuspecting tourists. I began to stop the car once more.

Dad: What are you doing? (at this point a nasty suspicion began to creep into my mind that I was supposed to drive through this stretch of road)
Self: Stopping.
Dad: I see that. Why are you stopping? (This was sounding vaguely and unsettlingly familiar. The above-mentioned suspicion began to grow stronger.)
Self: That's a lot of cars.
Dad: So? This is a road.... (by this point, the suspicion had become cemented in my mind, and I had resigned myself to the gauntlet before me)

Sure enough, I was supposed to drive on. I eyed the road. I took a deep breath. I reached deep down inside myself for the steely resolve that would enable me to endure this terrible ordeal. I gripped the steering wheel, closed my eyes, and pressed forward. Well, perhaps I didn't exactly close my eyes. Before I knew what was happening, we were on the other side of the Culture Center. I gazed with astonishment at the clear road before me. I had passed through the fire and had not been burned! I had emerged alive! I had conquered the Road! I had persevered! I was elated! I ventured a glance at Dad. He nodded, as if it was a given.... I thought that he really was not enthusiastic enough... I had the sneaking suspicion that our driving lesson was not over... but I was no longer scared of passing a measly little car. The thumb-hitting remedy works, too, y'know.

My Dad has taught me never to give in to my first misgivings about my abilities. He has also taught me never to be satisfied with my first measly accomplishment. So, if you will excuse me, I must go... I have to run and "figure out the whole video thing."



7.11.08

Friday Night Youth

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I look around in the dim light to see hands uplifted all around me. Teenagers are crying, laughing, singing, praising God. The music reverberates through the building, soon the guitar and drums are joined by the sound of teens jumping and shouting on the chorus.
ONE WAY! JESUS! HE'S THE ONLY ONE THAT I COULD LIVE FOR! You are the way, the truth, and the life, we live by faith and not by sight. Take, take, take it all! So won't you break free, won't you break free, get up and dance....
Well, sure we will. And we do! You all have heard me go on about youth, but THIS time I have PROOF! I finally took my camera to youth last night, so I have pictures!














It took forever to get a mere six kids lined up for a picture, seriously. Olli was taking the photo that they are all looking at the camera for, so somewhere there is a photo identical to this one, only with them all actually facing the camera.
Random Fact of the Day.















And that's during worship; we have my bro in the striped blue shirt, then Olli, then Leah, then Jake.














Malcolm, our youth pastor!














Annnnnnnd Priteeka, his wife. She was taking pictures, too.

Now, as always, not all my pictures fit on here nicely, so the rest of them reside at My Picasa Album, in the November folder. Go check 'em out. :D

-Danielle

1.11.08

Puppies

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I give in. I must, I repeat, MUST, blog about the puppies. I mean, six little half-german-shepherd fur balls with curly, trying-to-stand-up ears... who could resist blogging about them? Who could resist using up their whole camera card on them? Who could resist sitting in the yard for hours on end playing with them? hm? So I started this month's photo album out with lots of puppy pictures. Those can be found at My Picasa, in the November album. Of course, I shall put some here too.


Click here to see the rest of the puppy pictures.