Faith in humanity: restored

For those of you friends with me on Facebook, I apologize for rehashing this story multiple times in various places. It just seems too great to me, though, not to share…

So in Wisconsin, snow is nothing new. There’s a possibility we have to deal with it around half of the year, sometimes in greater quantities than others. But the first major snowfall is usually a doozy. This one more so, I think, because typically by this time it would have been at least the third or fourth major dumping. The fact that the snow held off for so long means it’s been longer since people have driven in it and it’s given them more time to forget how bad it can be. Luckily I didn’t encounter any accidents on the way home from work this evening, but something else much more heart-warming.

See, I live on possibly the most horrendous hill in Madison, which also happens to be on one of the busiest streets in Madison: Gorham. I was lucky enough to be able to leave work early today, but it still took nearly an hour to cross town (that’s less than 8 miles, for those of you keeping track) and by the time I got closer to home downtown, it was full-on rush hour. I was going around 5 miles an hour most of the time on University Ave, almost got stuck rounding a couple corners, and by the time I turned around onto Gorham less than 2 blocks from my apartment, traffic was at a complete standstill.

Though this is my first year living in Madison, I’ve visited friends enough that I knew it was going to be bad. In fact, the snow storm 2 or 3 years ago that paralyzed the city and shut down the university for the first time in 20some years? Yeah, I drove to Madison the very next day. I even specifically remember driving down Gorham, quite possibly up the very hill that I now live on, and I remember needing to turn my wheel counter clockwise 90 degrees to keep straight. Let’s just say my skills as a winter driver were tested (and proven!) that weekend, and I knew tonight would be no different.

I knew perhaps not all the other drivers would be as familiar with the treachery that is the Hill of Gorham, so I wasn’t altogether surprised to find traffic stopped. Unfortunately, for those of you who know anything about physics or winter driving, if you’re coming up to a steep hill that’s also full of sludge, you’re not going to get anywhere without momentum. I was able to survive the hill the first time because traffic was moving at a normal – perhaps slower, but at least forward – pace. Once you get the momentum to make it over the crest, you’re golden. But if you never have any momentum to begin with, well… good luck.

Coming up to the hill at less than 5 miles per hour, I braced myself for the worst. So imagine my surprise when I looked around and noticed my neighbors – one of them being my incredible boyfriend – standing around shoveling the road and helping to push cars over the hill! If not for them I wouldn’t have made it into my unplowed driveway, much less up the hill.

Let me iterate this for you for emphasis. This was a group of 6 or 7 people, my age, just standing outside their houses with shovels and their own strength to help people out. They weren’t getting paid, they weren’t in it for anything. They were literally running over to cars as their wheels spun tirelessly, digging and pushing them out just enough so they could make it over the hill and be on their way. They had been standing out there in the cold, the wind and the snow for an hour by the time I reached home. If that isn’t an act of good samaritanism, I don’t know what is.

You can bet as soon as I got upstairs and my legs stopped shaking from adrenaline, I rushed out there to help. The plows didn’t make it out until after 5:30, which wasn’t long after I got out to help. But, it was still much later than they should have been out, no doubt due to the unending backup on the road. I don’t want to think about how much longer it would have taken for the plows to get through if not for the group of people helping. Worse, I don’t want to think about how many accidents or injuries may have happened if not for them.

Thankfully once the plows made a couple rounds, things started moving much smoother and we were all able to head back inside. But I’ll never forget the sense of community and selflessness I felt tonight, knowing that despite everything horrible that happens all around the world everyday, maybe there are a still few good souls left. I tried to get some pictures while I was out there but it was just too dark, and when the flash fired, all you could see was snow. Hopefully I can give you at least a little idea of the scene I encountered, and you can hopefully have a little more faith in genuine, kindhearted human nature. :)

Kevin and a few others pushing a van up the hill

The scene outside my front door

Looking down Gorham: a whoooole lotta cars, and the crew off to the right.

Plows finally coming through!!

Roads looking a little better after the plows

Plow, and snow

The crew standing by. Notice how straight (or not) that truck is driving.

Kevin looking like an old man but without the wrinkles. Did I mention he was out there for an hour?!

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I know everyone says it, but…

Does anyone else feel like December flew by waaaaay too fast? It hit me halfway through today that it’s December 30, which means tomorrow is New Years’ Eve, and that just blows my mind. I feel like there should be another week left in the year at least, but what can you do?

In preparation for said new year, I’ll leave the link to my picture-a-day blog here. I hate giving you all another link to keep track of, but I didn’t want it getting too muddy around here. I’ll try to continue to link to it a few times a month for those who don’t want to bookmark or check it every day! Hope everyone’s NYE is wonderful, and talk to you all again next year!!

Another Year has Gone By…

So I have this other blog that’s sort of the ghost of Christmas past in all the worst ways, mostly because I started writing in it in 8th grade. Yikes. But, for whatever reason, I still feel inclined to write in it occasionally. And a few years ago I made a new years resolution list, and then the following year I followed up on it, and well… now I’m continuing the tradition and have entries that link to entries that link to entries because it goes back so far. Unfortunately for you, dear readers, you don’t get the link to that blog… not unless you ask really, really, nicely. But even then I’d have to really like you, and even THEN you’d probably get the abridged version, because no one really needs to read about every rant and pitfall and revelation and moment of excitement I’ve had for the past 8 years. But I digress.

Because I’m so incredibly kind and generous (and humble as well), I’m going to repost this year’s resolutions post. Because this isn’t a cliche and washed up idea, and I’m also definitely not using this as a cheap excuse to point to and say that I updated.

Last year’s resolutions included various items:
-Graduate college (check)
-Find a ‘big girl job’ – preferably in Madison (check)
-Become a more confident cook and begin to lead a healthier lifestyle (half check… always a work in progress)
-Find a regular Zumba class (CHECK!! I go at least twice a week at the Y… sometimes more on good weeks!)
-Stay in touch with college friends (half check… I can always do a better job)
-Figure out what’s best for Kevin and I after graduation (check.. so thankful we ended up in the same town and are still together and going strong!)
-Stay involved with music (half check, and work in progress. More details later.)
-Take more pictures (I think this was a fail for the most part)

and the ultimate irony… taking a French class has been on my list for the last umpteen years, and, no lie, last year I wrote I was taking it off the list because I felt like it would never happen. WELL GUESS WHO TOOK A FRENCH CLASS THIS YEAR!!! yeah that’s right, yours truly. BOOM BABY :) I gotta say, that’s towards the top of my list of proudest accomplishments this year. Not because I did fantastic or I’m fluent in French now (both of which are far from the truth!) but because it was such a long time coming. I’m so proud of myself for pursuing something I’ve wanted for so long, even if it didn’t amount to much.

 And now for this year… drum roll please!

-Continue to improve my cooking skills and work towards becoming healthier on the whole.
-Explore the flute club in town, and if that doesn’t work out, perhaps the municipal band in town. Nerdy, I know, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself over the years, I need music in my life or I go crazy.
-Picture a day/write more: ahahaha… soooo… this one should be interesting. I really, really want to start writing in here more. I have this fancy new phone with a nice camera, and I’ve seen other people do once-a-day picture blogs. I want to try my hand at that, and then, since I’m feeling particularly optimistic today, say that I’d like to write in here at least once a week… ideally 2 or 3 times a week. I’m making no promises here, but I’m going to try my hardest. Yeah, you can stop laughing now. Yes, YOU! ;)
-Take a trip: my incurable wanderlust is calling me… everywhere, anywhere, I don’t care. But I want to go somewhere I’ve never been. This is truly a perpetual resolution, as many know, but I want to make sure it happens, because there’s several places I’m particularly itching to visit this year with a certain someone. I should probably make a separate post regarding said wanderlust one of these days. Maybe it won’t be so hard to write more often after all…
-Secure a permanent job: My internship ends this summer, so when the time comes, I’m not sure what the next step will be. Whether I’ll be lucky enough to be hired more permanently at Rayovac or not has yet to be seen, but if not, I’d like to be able to find a stable job before the end of the year. Only time will tell.

I also wanted to touch on my transition from a hopelessly lost second semester college senior to a Real Person with a Real Job, but I think this entry has become long enough… and after all, I have to save something to talk about next year (next year! GAH). Hopefully this wasn’t too long and winded. I know new years resolutions have a tendency to be incredibly cheesy and overlooked, but I’m a firm believer in taking any chance you can to look inward and constantly work towards self-improvement. I don’t know many people that take their resolutions seriously, but try writing a list yourself, keeping it somewhere that will remind you what you’re working towards, and try to stick with it the best you can. You never know what might come of it!

Hope all of your holiday celebrations were wonderful and that your new year is equally so!

It’s not me, it’s you.

Dear Fall,

Hi there. We’ve been seeing each other for about a month and a half now. And there’s so much about you I love. Yet, every year, it seems like I dread your arrival. It’s not your fault, really, though there’s steps you can take to make it a little easier on all of us. Let me break it down for you.

You show up every year around the 25th of September. Summer around here never lasts nearly as long as I’d like, and I’m usually pretty reluctant to let my sun and warmth and lazy days go. But by the first or second week, I’m reminded of everything I love about you, even though I rarely outright admit to it. The beautiful colors of the changing leaves, delicious tasties featuring apples and pumpkins and cinnamon, adorable fall fashions. I even stop minding the chill in the air you bring if it means I get to wear my boots and scarves. Aesthetically speaking, Fall, you have got to be one of the most pleasing seasons, and I really mean that.

Here’s my beef. You’re too easily bossed around by that no-good, ruthless, cold-hearted, lime-light-stealing season that seems to be a regular bully around here. Just as I’m starting to get into the rhythm and groove of you, you up and leave. No warning, no rhyme, no reason. You just go MIA for a few days, and then what happens? IT SNOWS. That’s winter’s deal, not yours! You’re better than that! I don’t know if you get scared off, or tired, or bored, or maybe your sense of humor is even sicker than Winter’s. But sure enough, halfway through YOUR time, Winter comes and steals your spotlight.

Don’t get me wrong, I love snow as much as the next Wisconsinite. It’s not Christmas without snow on the ground, and some of my fondest memories growing up were long days spent outside, sledding and frollicking until my clothes were soaked and I collapsed onto the couch after changing, hot cocoa in hand by the fire…. But some of my other fondest memories involve pumpkin carving, and jumping in leaf piles, and warm apple cider…

Look, there’s no reason for you to let Winter keep pushing you around. I like you, Fall, I really do. But I’d like you even more if you learned to grow up and stick it to the MAN. Winter’s the top dog around here, and I probably wouldn’t mind him so much if he didn’t linger ominously for 6 months or more out of the year. But you, Fall, you have something special. Something that should be celebrated and cherished. Winter hasn’t won yet; you still have time to redeem yourself this year. Brush yourself off and tell Winter that he can wait a few more weeks. It’s disheartening, really, looking forward to seeing you and then you vanishing on me. That’s exactly what makes me dread you coming around, because it’s never permanent nor consistent. Some way or another, you manage to give it up to Winter, and I hate that about you.

Fall, you’re lovely, but you can’t keep leading me on like this. Grow a pair or I’m just going to keep dreading your arrival, year after year…

Snow on the ground this week.

 

Well hey there.

Many, many apologies for my severe lack of postings on here. To make up for it, here’s a video I made in September for you to laugh at me. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hkkpc_qeUjI (Oh, and the product I reviewed, the Rayovac Rechargeable Power Pack? You should probably go out and get one, stat.)

As for life… life is… life. It’s good. I need to start writing in here more, as if that goes without saying. I have lots of random rants and ideas and musings running around in my head that I’m sure you’re all dying to hear about. I want to tune up my writing voice and start building my portfolio. Hopefully putting that out there now will hold me accountable in the future, but we’ve all seen how that’s gone so far. With my job here in Madison, I’ve been exposed to so many wonderful blogs and ideas. Tomorrow’s a new day, I suppose…

Until next time, blogosphere. Never stop dreaming.

And now, your daily dose of cheese.


“In a world of disorder and disaster and fraud, sometimes only beauty can be trusted. Only artistic excellence is incorruptible. Pleasure cannot be bargained down. And sometimes the meal is the only currency that is real. To devote yourself to the creation and enjoyment of beauty, then, can be a serious business – not always necessarily a means of escaping reality, but sometimes a means of holding on to the real when everything else is flaking away…”
~Elizabeth Gilbert, ‘Eat, Pray, Love’

Have you ever had one of those moments where something so beautiful just captivates you, illuminates your right brain and whisks you off so deep down into it that time just seems to stop? I had that last night as I was driving home. I caught a glimpse of the sunset-lit Lake Mendota as I was turning the corner to my apartment… something about the lake, the fading trees illuminated by the falling sun… I almost forgot to stop breathing. As soon as I parked my car I walked briskly over to the edge of the lake where I just sat in awe of life.

Walking over to the lake was like entering a new world. I caught a glimpse of it driving by, but it all became more real as I neared the water. It was a haven, carefully guarded and cleverly disguised by scraggly branches and yellowing grass covered in fallen leaves and men playing frisbee. Just passing by, without giving second thought, it just looked like your average park on a November evening. But given a second, deeper look, the lake transformed into something transcendental; something so mystical that only those actively searching for it might be lucky enough to find it.

It was all so picturesque, so pure, so perfect. The silhouette of a man fishing off a dock in the distance. Purples and pinks dancing off the blue sky and water, complementing the fading reds and oranges slowly turning into coppers and browns. Ducks quietly conversing, moving across the water in groups, calling to other ducks behind me that may or may not have actually been humans. Another photographer nearby who exchanged glances with me, who I swear could feel whatever magic was in the air as deep as I could; our silent nods to one another testimony to the intangible beauty of a chilled evening as fall gently slipped into winter.

It’s the feeling when you wake up slowly, gently, still unsure if you’re dreaming or not. And as your brain slowly emerges into consciousness, you lay there with your eyes closed, still in a state of euphoria but entirely aware of your surroundings, so entirely focused on not losing that moment, and yet entirely at peace.

But you know it won’t last forever, and some unwarranted stimulus jolts you back into reality. A group of teenagers I would suppose, chatting merrily and laughing, basking in the sunset and enjoying the calm that an early Friday evening brings before a long night of raucous. A dying camera battery as I desperately try to capture everything about this moment before it slips away. My camera records the image of this memory, but only I can recall the feeling it brought. I exchange glances with the photographer as I walk back up the path to reality and only then begin to feel how my fingers have turned numb; my nose and cheeks, blushing red from the chill in the air.

As I walked, I couldn’t help but continue to look over my shoulder. I was being tugged, pulled, begged to stay longer. I reached a mighty tree halfway up, devoid of leaves and slowly losing life; I gave into that pull and stopped to turn around. I felt as though I was leaving something behind, and I looked to the spot where I had sat and saw myself sitting there, peering out over the edge. An entirely out-of-body moment, I knew I could return to that spot at anytime to rediscover this feeling. I lingered just long enough to see the teenagers walking away, surely anxious to begin their night of fun; the photographer, still in that magical place, not yet done capturing the beauty that surrounded him. I longed to be beside him, capturing the beauty in my own image, but I turned, trudging on back into the real world.

I would imagine moments like these to be what religious people experience when they find their god, or their mecca, or their moment of enlightenment, or their holy place or spirit or being. To me, moments like these are what move me to paint pictures with words, to remember what it’s like to dream, to know how it feels to create and be creative. Moments like these are my muse, driving me to capture my experience and attempt to share it with others, even knowing that others will never truly know what it’s like until one day they’re perhaps lucky enough to experience it themselves.

When it rains, it pours… in the best way possible :)

In the last week – heck, in the last 24 hours – I have gone from a recent college graduate (but not official as I hadn’t received my diploma yet) with a possible apartment and roomies in Madison and no job prospects… to an official college grad with an official diploma, official roomies and apartments with a signed lease, and an official job offer. How crazy is that?!

So, my lease in Madison starts the 15th of August, and my Media Coordinator Internship position at Rayovac (sounds like a lot of social media, press releases and proofreading, YAY) starts July 18th. Where I’m living during that free month has yet to be determined, but I am beyond stoked that all of my wildest dreams (thusfar) upon graduating have been fulfilled. Keep dreaming, o discouraged people. Miracles do happen.

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