And you should know she is fantastic. Here is one of many reasons why.
Blogging is one of the most interesting mediums of communication. Many blogs are written like a journal or diary, personal insights/stories/journeys are shared in a day by day manner. "Successful" blogs do tend to have a theme, purpose, and regular schedule of posting, but that is not necessary. Writing of all sorts, like theater or movies, naturally has the "fourth wall" element that allows readers to put themselves in the story. But blogs naturally seek to break that fourth wall. Blogs are a giant, expansive, endless conversation. Bloggers want readers, so blogs are written to an audience instead of a story contained by four walls. This means a blogger can talk directly to people through their medium. This is unique.
So I'm going to relay a couple bits of information and stories to you and hopefully connect them by the end. The title is above and hopefully will keep you interested as you try to figure out how these words will come full circle.
I originally started this blog as an attempt to conveys thoughts and keep people up on my travels. I think I've done a fair job of the first and a terrible job of the second. The disconnect, I think, is that I'm not updating enough pictures. More images would encourage me to discuss sights and feelings more. Another reason is I already relate my stories two or three times before blogging them. That extra time seems excessive, except this is the place for most people to catch up on me. So I apologize to you. There will be a much better job done come August. I'll probably start by just uploading lots of photos. I've already taken almost two thousand shots.
It is two hours past midnight. My eyes feel like they are swelling in their sockets and a slight headache is starting to come on. I will tell myself many times throughout this night that I only need to stay very hydrated in order to avoid discomfort. I am only slightly wrong, but not enough to worry. I just got back home. We went to the Israel Museum (one of my favorite places in Jerusalem). Jerusalem puts on a lot of artistic and community-oriented events. I love it. Jewish religious celebrations are big deals here. Secular celebrations are too. The Israel Museum hosted a couple dozen artistic displays. Some (most) of them were temporal displays. Attending them and seeing the creative process of the event was what was interesting. The results were mediocre and stood no chance standing the tests of time (I think that is the shame of many modern arts, but it is only a personal opinion. I prefer the creation of those arts more than the final products. And a repetition of the final product, such as attending the same performance by a different cast, brings me no further insight or pleasure). But it was so much fun to watch. One exhibit was a man in a small shack writing. You could watch him. Or you could watch what he was writing as it was being displayed onto a large stone face a dozen meters away. The writing was in Hebrew so I can only guess at what he was writing. I think it was a short story. They had a kabuki demonstration. There was an original folk dance performed (I got to dance with them :). My favorite exhibit was some minimalist art. There was no order to the art, but one piece I really loved was a large, black X on a piece of paper with a clear, vertical rod over the point of intersection. As you walked past the piece the rod refracted a different image because the angle of your view changed. Simple. Creative. Made me think about physics. That is good art.
As I've been told that I assume everyone is as excited about everything as I am, I have started to realize it is a trait I really appreciate in other people. Several times I was in situations that were strange. The art was unusual. The demonstrations were graphic; they tried making a statement through strong expression and shocking display. I can think of many people, here in Jerusalem and at home, that I would feel uncomfortable attending with because I know their opinions on similar things are negative and I truly dislike causing people to be negative. But I felt alright being there because I could categorize certain things as art and separate myself from the situation or exhibit.
Then I thought about Natalie Harman. I have never felt uneasy with her around me. Now, I have felt quite nervous around her, but that is for reasons completely separate from what we were doing. I can be climbing trees, solving clues for Easter eggs, looking at art, admiring dance, or attending shows with her and never feel like I'll offend or scare her. I also feel like if something ever did bother her then she would let me know. Both are traits I admire greatly. I love feeling that when I am with her I have a whole world of adventures still available to explore; she wouldn't slow me down and actually improved the enjoyment and ultimate value of every experience I have had with her.
That is (one reason) why there is this pretty fantastic girl named Natalie.
Blogging is one of the most interesting mediums of communication. Many blogs are written like a journal or diary, personal insights/stories/journeys are shared in a day by day manner. "Successful" blogs do tend to have a theme, purpose, and regular schedule of posting, but that is not necessary. Writing of all sorts, like theater or movies, naturally has the "fourth wall" element that allows readers to put themselves in the story. But blogs naturally seek to break that fourth wall. Blogs are a giant, expansive, endless conversation. Bloggers want readers, so blogs are written to an audience instead of a story contained by four walls. This means a blogger can talk directly to people through their medium. This is unique.
So I'm going to relay a couple bits of information and stories to you and hopefully connect them by the end. The title is above and hopefully will keep you interested as you try to figure out how these words will come full circle.
I originally started this blog as an attempt to conveys thoughts and keep people up on my travels. I think I've done a fair job of the first and a terrible job of the second. The disconnect, I think, is that I'm not updating enough pictures. More images would encourage me to discuss sights and feelings more. Another reason is I already relate my stories two or three times before blogging them. That extra time seems excessive, except this is the place for most people to catch up on me. So I apologize to you. There will be a much better job done come August. I'll probably start by just uploading lots of photos. I've already taken almost two thousand shots.
It is two hours past midnight. My eyes feel like they are swelling in their sockets and a slight headache is starting to come on. I will tell myself many times throughout this night that I only need to stay very hydrated in order to avoid discomfort. I am only slightly wrong, but not enough to worry. I just got back home. We went to the Israel Museum (one of my favorite places in Jerusalem). Jerusalem puts on a lot of artistic and community-oriented events. I love it. Jewish religious celebrations are big deals here. Secular celebrations are too. The Israel Museum hosted a couple dozen artistic displays. Some (most) of them were temporal displays. Attending them and seeing the creative process of the event was what was interesting. The results were mediocre and stood no chance standing the tests of time (I think that is the shame of many modern arts, but it is only a personal opinion. I prefer the creation of those arts more than the final products. And a repetition of the final product, such as attending the same performance by a different cast, brings me no further insight or pleasure). But it was so much fun to watch. One exhibit was a man in a small shack writing. You could watch him. Or you could watch what he was writing as it was being displayed onto a large stone face a dozen meters away. The writing was in Hebrew so I can only guess at what he was writing. I think it was a short story. They had a kabuki demonstration. There was an original folk dance performed (I got to dance with them :). My favorite exhibit was some minimalist art. There was no order to the art, but one piece I really loved was a large, black X on a piece of paper with a clear, vertical rod over the point of intersection. As you walked past the piece the rod refracted a different image because the angle of your view changed. Simple. Creative. Made me think about physics. That is good art.
As I've been told that I assume everyone is as excited about everything as I am, I have started to realize it is a trait I really appreciate in other people. Several times I was in situations that were strange. The art was unusual. The demonstrations were graphic; they tried making a statement through strong expression and shocking display. I can think of many people, here in Jerusalem and at home, that I would feel uncomfortable attending with because I know their opinions on similar things are negative and I truly dislike causing people to be negative. But I felt alright being there because I could categorize certain things as art and separate myself from the situation or exhibit.
Then I thought about Natalie Harman. I have never felt uneasy with her around me. Now, I have felt quite nervous around her, but that is for reasons completely separate from what we were doing. I can be climbing trees, solving clues for Easter eggs, looking at art, admiring dance, or attending shows with her and never feel like I'll offend or scare her. I also feel like if something ever did bother her then she would let me know. Both are traits I admire greatly. I love feeling that when I am with her I have a whole world of adventures still available to explore; she wouldn't slow me down and actually improved the enjoyment and ultimate value of every experience I have had with her.
That is (one reason) why there is this pretty fantastic girl named Natalie.
Great post, great girl!
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