We sang this song this weekend.

Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what Thou art
I am finding out the greatness
of Thy loving heart.
Thou has bid me gaze upon Thee
And Thy beauty fills my soul
For by Thy transforming power
Thou has made me whole.

Oh how great Thy loving kindness
Vaster, broader than the sea!
Oh, how marvelous Thy goodness
Lavished all on me!
Yes, I rest in Thee, Beloved,
Know what wealth of grace is Thine,
Know Thy certainty of promise,
And have made it mine.

Simply trusting Thee, Lord Jesus,
I behold Thee as Thou art,
And Thy love, so pure, so changeless,
Satisfies my heart;
Satisfies its deepest longings,
Meets, supplies its every need,
Compasseth me round with blessings:
Thine is love indeed!

Jesus, I am resting, resting
In the joy of what Thou art
I am finding out the greatness
of Thy loving heart.

Jean S. Pigott

Blessings and honor

In the midst of turmoil and uncertainty, overwhelming peace and joy.

The wilderness and the dry land shall be glad;
the desert shall rejoice and blossom like the crocus;
it shall blossom abundantly
and rejoice with joy and singing.

The glory of Lebanon shall be given to it,
the majesty of Carmel and Sharon.
They shall see the glory of the LORD,
the majesty of our God.

Strengthen the weak hands,
and make firm the feeble knees.
Say to those who have an anxious heart,
“Be strong; fear not!

Behold, your God
will come with vengeance,
with the recompense of God.
He will come and save you.”

Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened,
and the ears of the deaf unstopped;
then shall the lame man leap like a deer,
and the tongue of the mute sing for joy.
For waters break forth in the wilderness,
and streams in the desert;

the burning sand shall become a pool,
and the thirsty ground springs of water;
in the haunt of jackals, where they lie down,
the grass shall become reeds and rushes.

And a highway shall be there,
and it shall be called the Way of Holiness;
the unclean shall not pass over it.
It shall belong to those who walk on the way;
even if they are fools, they shall not go astray.
No lion shall be there,
nor shall any ravenous beast come up on it;
they shall not be found there,
but the redeemed shall walk there.
And the ransomed of the LORD shall return
and come to Zion with singing;
everlasting joy shall be upon their heads;
they shall obtain gladness and joy,
and sorrow and sighing shall flee away.

Isaiah 35

And now an actual post

Well, at long last it is Friday. I leave straight from the office for what I hope will be a much-needed weekend away. I am tired and my soul is weary.

But yesterday was good. Yummy pumpkin cupcakes. ::rubs tummy::

I love this song!

she likes the romance
the slow dance
staying out all night
she likes the Christmas lights
all year round
why put them up
take them down
she watches baseball
hates the mall
hangs out with the guys . . .

Evan & Jaron

Oops

I’m wearing a black button-down pinstriped shirt . . . and black pinstriped pants.

Glad I wore a sweater.

Miscellany

Last night, after French, I met up with Apryl. We wandered the city for a while, circling and finally landing on our destination, the Bubble Lounge in Tribeca. The Lascivious Biddies were playing, who are a “girl group” that do sort of an intelligent jazz-fusion thing. We didn’t get to sit close because we were a bit late from our wanderings, but they made an excellent backdrop. Apryl got to hear all my woes and drama (for once in my life, I have drama!) and angelically listened. It was fun.

Not sure that I mentioned it, but it snowed four inches at my parents’ house on Tuesday night. Mom says it is a bit unreal, because the trees all still have all their leaves. They are hoping that the electricity doesn’t go out. It hadn’t, as of when I talked to them last night on my way to class.

On the subway today, I was thinking that it would be fun to know what was playing on everyone’s iPods around me. This is what landed on mine this morning:
1. Semisonic - FNT (Fascinating New Thing)
2. Toby Lightman - Front Row
3. Macy Gray - I Try
4. Forty Foot Echo - Brand New Day
5. Michelle Branch - Love Me Like That
6. John Mayer - City Love

And that was my whole commute! It’s nice and short.

I feel like I have so much to say, but I can’t get it all out.

A real-ish entry

I think this is finally starting to come together. I have a ton more work to do on the template. But WordPress is everything I hoped and dreamed.

Um, let’s see. I have French tonight. And then I’m meeting up with Apryl. Tomorrow will be sort of a balancing act, with all my time booked from 7am to midnight. Cool, eh? Yeah. Friday excites me greatly, as I get to leave this crazy existence behind and go a-retreating with people from church. Hoorah.

Now for some random linkage:
I’ve had seven people in the last month and a half call my direct line at work, asking for the Consulate of Guyana. Today I finally asked what number they dialed. Turns out the Consulate is one digit away from my number, so someone’s been giving out faulty info. How random.

This is horrible, yes. But there’s a bad joke in there somewhere.

Same for this.

I mentioned this a while ago in connection with my bank: Keep the Change. I post this despite being an employee.

Wired’s take on the new iPod phone.

Yay for RPI Hockey! We actually got two votes in the USCHO poll this week. Two whole votes! But more notably, BU got knocked down four spots when they folded in Friday’s third period. So we’re doing something, anyhow.

Wow

WordPress is the bomb. I’m in love.

I’m a blog addict

Hi, my name is Alissa, and I’m addicted to blogs.

This is unfortunate. I started my first blog on Livejournal in 2001, and since then I have blogs on Xanga, WordPress, Blogger, HomeschoolAlumni, and of course, this, my public blog.

I’m willing to attribute this mostly to the idea that I’m a geek instead of just overly attention-seeking, which can be mostly observed in the fact that I generally only post to alissaclark.com and my LJ. The others were simply so that I could read other people’s blogs, or comment on them more effectively.

The problem is, I’m rapidly falling out of love with Movable Type, currently my back-end software for this blog. Something went wrong in my last upgrade and MT now runs horribly slowly on the backend, and commenting is a bit of a nightmare.

I’ve been tossing around ideas. I could:
1. Try to fix this installation of Movable Type.
2. De-grade (as opposed to upgrade) this installation, back to when MT was a beautiful thing and all the world sang in spring . . . or something like that.
3. Try and seamlessly install another sort of backend. My two choices right now are WordPress and GreyMatter. I seem to know or be separated one or two degrees from people who use and love WordPress. In fact, my church’s website runs on WordPress. And I like what I’ve seen so far.
4. Switch my domain name to point to the new WordPress autoblog that I’ve created. I looooove the look and feel of that whole operation.
5. Switch to my currently unused blogspot blog. This has potential. I like Blogger. But It seems kind of uncreative.

The problem for me with switching to a pre-packaged blog, as it were, is that I like to use my domain name, and I own all this hosting space that I like to use. I also like to be able to hack things so that I can stick in pages of my own.

I’m leaning toward trying a WordPress backend install. I think that if it didn’t take so long for me to post an entry, I’d be more apt to edit entries with new and nifty things I run across. That’s really what I want this blog to be - a way for faraway friends & family to keep up with my daily life and see pictures, and a nice place to record nifty stuff.

But I only really know enough to be dangerous . . .

All your waves and your billows have washed over me

Last night Catherine and I explored Chinatown in the downpour. I just want to buy dishes! It was a moderately successful trip, although every place we stepped into seemed to close twenty minutes later, and it was only about 7pm. Go figure.

One of my co-workers has a new black iPod Nano. It is a lot smaller than I expected. ::drool::

It is not a nice day out today. My umbrella blew inside out four times this morning. It’s the kind of day where you just want to curl up with a blanket and some noodle soup and stop thinking for a while.

Church

I guess I should just add that I am really growing to love my new church, and everything about it. I’m glad I landed there.

Weekend Roundup

Perhaps a misnomer. No way I can round up this weekend adequately.

But hey, it involved good food, excellent company, good music, church, and a little bit o’ shopping (grocery and otherwise). Sadly, it never did involve buying paper towels. We have been out of them for a week and I just keep forgetting.

It is cool here in the city - yesterday was one of the most stunningly gorgeous days I’d seen as of yet, cool and crisp and blue skies with little puffy clouds. I cannot believe how awesome New York is in the fall. I can tell this will be my favorite time of year.

RPI’s hockey team beat BU on Friday night, 3-2, a small miracle. Then they shut out Army yesterday, 4-0. This excites me. I have to remember to listen to the games. I heart hockey ohsomuch.

It snowed at my parents’ house on Saturday night, and there is a possibility for more in the forecast for this week. ::facepalm::

Brief notes

Shopgirl is getting good reviews. Want to see it.

One year ago today, the Red Sox beat out the Yankees. Ahh, happy memories. Also one year ago today, I was in second-round interviews for the very job I now hold. What a lot of water under the bridge since then!

In an attempt to beat my horrid writer’s block, I just wrote this. Based on a fluid combination of personal experience and observation. Click below to read it.
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And now, your daily dose of Alissa

Last night was pretty much a smash-bang-up success. Everyone found my apartment and managed to fit into it with minimum discomfort. Tom was a saint and brought me apples (after which I neglected to feed him anything resembling dinner, sorry Tom!), and the apple cobblers actually were rather good. Here’s an interesting thing to note, though: neither a midget-sized whisk nor a blender are the ideal way to make whipped cream. Methinks we need an eggbeater in our household.

So today I left the apartment close to on time and merrily strolled along Bleecker, iPod earbuds inserted in their proper location, en route to the West 4th station. I noted four police choppers hovering directly overhead, but I sort of shrugged it off since nobody seemed to be panicking over anything. When I rounded the corner to 6th Ave, though, I realized that there had to be something going on. The West 4th station was blocked, and I could see lots of flashing lights and some smoke up ahead. I made a couple calls but couldn’t get anyone on the phone to tell me what was going on. A few calculations told me that the N/R/W line was more likely to be running than the 1, since it’s farther east, so I walked across Washington Square Park and over to the 8th Street stop and picked up the N there, along with an awful lot of other people who were likely in the same predicament. Needless to say, I got here late.

Here’s what the New York Times says:

October 21, 2005
Storage Room Fire Halts Service on 7 Subway Lines
By THE ASSOCIATED PRESS

NEW YORK — An apparent electrical fire in a subway storage room produced heavy smoke below and above ground, forcing the evacuation of the West Fourth Street subway station and shutting down a half-dozen Manhattan subway lines, authorities said.

There were no immediate reports of injuries, and the fire was still burning more than an hour later, said police Capt. Stephen Hughes.

The fire, reported at 8:05 a.m., forced the suspension of service in both directions on the A, B, C, D, E, F, G and V trains, along the Sixth and Eighth avenue corridors, said NYC Transit spokesman James Anyansi. West Fourth Street is a major subway hub along Manhattan’s West Side.

The smoke rose through street grates, causing a heavy smoke condition at street level as well, said David Billig, a fire department spokesman.

He said 106 firefighters and 25 pieces of fire equipment were at the scene.

The cause of the fire was not immediately known.

A large subway fire in January knocked out service to two of those busy subway lines, causing officials to initially say that repairs would take up to five years. Transit authorities later backpedaled after an outcry from the public, and said the revised estimate was six to nine months. Full non-peak service on the A and C lines was restored Feb. 1, nine days later.

The January fire caused extreme damage to a signal room in lower Manhattan.

I’m glad that’s all it was. The NYPD on the scene seemed pretty relaxed so I figured it wasn’t anything too important. Plus . . . if someone wanted to wreak havoc on the rush hour subway traffic, the village would be a dumb place to pick. There aren’t a lot of professional types - or at least not as many as, say, midtown.

Ironically, I still got here before anyone else on my desk. But they all ran into the same thing.

Anyhow. I have got to buy some groceries tonight. I may clean the apartment, too, as it’s my week and if I do it tonight I won’t have to do it tomorrow. And The Royal Tenenbaums came to the apartment yesterday, which I haven’t seen but want to, so I may watch that.

Tomorrow is Saturday, and I am not traveling! In fact I think it will be a good day. Dunno what I’m doing all day . . . yet.

So Bank of America is cool, and I say this despite the fact that I work here. I had to go to the branch across the street to get some cash last week, because my new ATM card hasn’t arrived yet. The teller told me about a new program they are running where they round up all your debit card to the nearest dollar and put the change into a savings account. After three months, they match the savings 100%, and 20% from then on. It seems like kind of a brilliant idea all around. The customer wins, because you basically get free money, plus it’s an easy way to start a savings account. The bank wins, because they have more money sitting around to lend out. This place really is rather innovative.

Ok, this is a behemoth of an entry. I shall cease and desist.

Google fun

It’s always fun to google yourself.

I am bored, so I was googling myself. My website is the first hit, which is nice. I find myself linked from Elyse, Dustin, Tom, and Relevant. Apparently there is also a sculptor and a writer for the AP named Alissa Clark (neither of them me).

This freaked me out, though - it was nine pages in. Click the link below to see. (It’s not an official site and the page is gone now, but still.)
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Befuddlement

Dunno really what to say today. Let’s see.

Ah, a bit of girliness. I feel cute today. :) I am wearing a J.Crew shirt and a violet button-down sweater with a black skirt, and I wore my long black coat today. And I wore tweed high-heeled shoes and walked all the way from my apartment to the subway in them without feeling pain or discomfort even once. I actually think they are just extraordinarily comfortable shoes for having high heels and anklestraps. My friend Umbu convinced me to buy them last year and I’ve always found they are rather comfortable. I think it’s because the heel is more stacked than stiletto.

I can see all the guys glazing over, so I shall continue in more generalized veins. Baseball!

Wow, so my World Series predictions went out the window. I am glad for the teams that made it. They deserve it. I’ve seen a lot of White Sox hats cropping up around the city lately. They must all go into hiding until this sort of thing rolls around.

RPI’s hockey team continues to perform about where I expected. Last weekend they lost to Alaska-Anchorage but beat Michigan Tech to take third overall in some tournament. It’s all non-league so it doesn’t really count. They’re usually mediocre at best, but I love ‘em. Their record is 1-2-0 right now, because the exhibition game in which they bloodied Ottawa (13-3!) doesn’t count into records.

Agh, but they play BU tomorrow. That is always painful. Last year’s BU game was pain and suffering. The goalie actually tossed his stick, came out of the goal, and started throwing punches at some hapless RPI forward half his size - and didn’t get thrown out of the game. People were down banging on the plexiglass around the rink and everything. It was awesome.

Oh MAN, the first home ECAC game is against Clarkson on my birthday! I want to go!! ::whines::

Righto. So my home group is meeting at my apartment tonight. And that’s all for now.

Edit: Never mind. That’s an away game. The first home game is the week afterwards and I’ll be in Dublin, and it’s not against Clarkson anyhow.

::smacks forehead::

With the lack of blogging, I forgot to give credit where credit is due and report the very exciting news . . .

. . . that I now have a cello in working order!

Tom, bless his heart and musical upbringing, restrung it for me over Chinese take-out and pinot noir on Monday night. And it works now, though it doesn’t hold a tune too well. That’s alright, I have no cello skills yet. But I will. Muhahaha.

I also carted my fold-up music stand and flute from home down today, so I have most of my musical instruments. My fingers itch for a piano, which is infuriating - but on the other hand, I can channel that itch into actually practicing instruments that I am currently no good at (cello and guitar).

It is infernally difficult for me to convince myself to use a pick on the guitar.

Oh I have to interrupt that train of though. My Dad (who is far cooler than I, at least in musical tastes) introduced me last night to Trace Bundy, via DVD. He is a “musical ninja”. The guy is nuts and crazy and amazing. He plays his entire guitar - body, fretboard, abnormal and strange ways. He plays a song with five picks, many of them tweaked and modified. Check out the video clips, it’s unreal. And he’s a completely normal sort of person, from what you can tell.

I don’t feel like elaborating on picking and strumming the guitar, but does anyone have any great online guitar strum pattern resources?

Genius! Huzzah!

My four-year degree hasn’t rendered me a complete idiot! After googling hopelessly for days, I at least found the (appallingly simple) instructions for getting PHP5 & MySQL to talk to each other . . . on the Macromedia website. (Ah, the irony.)

I feel vindicated.

I live

It was pointed out to me that I didn’t blog yesterday. That’s true. Did you miss me?

I popped into the office for a couple of hours yesterday morning and then skedaddled to the train up to RPI for some further informational/recruiting events. I stayed with my parents and got on a train this morning to come back here. I got to my apartment around 11:00 am, but showered and ate before coming back to work. And here I am.

I believe I have a busy night tonight. I’ve been galivanting about as a social butterfly for an awful lot of the recent past, which has been splendid, but it also means I a) have no vegetables in the refrigerator, b) have a bedroom knee-deep in clothing, and c) haven’t been a very good little domestic goddess. So I’m going to clean up and go grocery shopping and figure out what I am making for tomorrow night and make sure the apartment is all spic-and-span for when my home group comes tomorrow night.

I think I’m going to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. I’m collecting ideas and inspiration right now.

Over the last week or two, I’ve been forced to confront my . . . well my humanity. And worse, my femininity. Yes, folks, I am a girl, and I do actually sometimes deal with girly thoughts and silliness and emotions. I, who consider myself to be generally levelheaded, am more than a little mortified at this. But c’est la vie, these things too shall pass. Mehopes.

I had something else to say but I forgot it. More later, probably.

head’s spinning


I broke down and bought it.

Ai yah, it’s Monday.

I don’t have anything else to say . . . yet.

Sunday!

It’s been a good day.

I went to church this morning, after which I bought food with Apryl and cooked at Angela’s. She left tonight for her job in DC. It was great fun, and the food was exquisite. I got back here around 6pm and now I’m trying to gear up for writing. Unfortunately all my inspiration for writing seems to hit during the workday, when I am ostensibly working. So we’ll see.

This week is hectic and great. It will include (at random intervals) traveling to Troy for another Bank of America thing at RPI, baking autumny things like apple cobblers, restringing a cello (HURRAH), writing, some freelance web work, guitar, home group meeting here, and probably lots of yet to be determined activities. I feel like I’m finally settling into a groove here.

I’m morphing back into a band geek

Funny how life comes full circle sometimes, eh?

After great anticipation, my cello arrived today (missing one string but that’s easily remedied). I’m itching to play it.

And almost more exciting - my parents brought a box of my music that I’d requested from home. There’s everything I knew and loved (and hated) in high school . . . Rachmaninoff Polchinelles, Brahms Rhapsodies, and my beloved Pathetique, Broadway tunes, sacred music arrangements. Most excitingly, there was a surprise book - classical duets (four hands, one piano) that I’d completely forgotten about! Now all I need is another pianist, haha.

It’s like Christmas. I wish I had a piano.

I’m going up to Troy on Tuesday night for a few Bank of America things and I’m spending the night at my parents’, so I’m going to retrieve my flute and a music stand from there. And probably poke through the rest of the music and make sure there’s nothing I’m missing.

Ahh, I’m so childlishly excited.

pictures from today

Saturday

My parents, brother, and a friend of my brother’s are rolling into town around noon today, after which we will meet up with our good friends Dave & Mary and generallly just bum around the city. They are also bringing me a ton of stuff that I needed - winter coats, cello, music books, etc.

Thankfully, they’ve picked the one day in recent memory that we haven’t been tempted to build an ark. Hurrah!

Grin

Wallace & Gromit = love.

Go see it, it will make you grin, too. I went with Apryl, Angela, and Tom last night, and we had a blast. The eyebrows . . . ohh, the eyebrows.

Anyhow. I’m a bit on the sleepy side but it was well worth it.

Ah yeah so today is now Friday, as I discovered when I woke up, which means that tomorrow I do not have to come to work. Additionally, I got paid! This is thrilling in my small life. Of course I’ve already socked it all away for bills and such (if I write about budgeting for Relevant, I kind of have to do the thing) but still, I have a clear credit card and enough money to buy yogurt and vegetables this week. And maybe even something fun.

It’s looking like tonight is going to be the proverbial “quiet evening at home”, after two extended evenings of being the social butterfly that I am (har har har). I have De-Lovely sitting on my desk and I think I may watch it. It is the story of Cole Porter’s life (particularly him and his wife, who was apparently his muse) with his music interspersed. I saw Anything Goes at RPI a couple of years ago and fell in love with the music.

Guess what I’m not doing tonight? Travelling! Most of my Friday nights have been spent on trains or, in the case of last week, a plane. Don’t get me wrong, I love travelling, and it always means I get to see people I love. But Not travelling tonight is a small source of pleasure. I don’t have to pack anything when I get home tonight and I can eat a leisurely dinner. Maybe I’ll even cook.

Tomorrow my family is coming down to visit me! And to bring me lots of stuff. I sent them a long email with all the things I need from home (winter coats, air filter, etc). Most excitingly, they are dragging my cello down, along with a sledgehammer to knock a hole in my wall so I have somewhere to put it. (Ok, so I’m joking about the hole. It was Dad’s idea.)

But I get my cello! I never took cello lessons, but I did take violin among many other things and it’s just a big violin that you play sitting down with some flip-flopped strings. I bought one from eBay when I was 17 or 18 and just love the instrument to death. I just haven’t gotten to practice . . . like . . . at all. So I’m thinking I’ll remedy that now.

Anyhow we will meet up with my good friends Dave Wong and Mary Chu (soon to be Mary Wong) in the city, and hopefully it will be unrainy so that we can tool around town. It is supposed to be the one unrainy day.

I’m thinking seriously about forgoing French III next semester in favor of taking a continuing ed class at Julliard or Mannes (the New School). It’s so tempting and it’s such a cool opportunity while I’m in NYC. I feel like I should learn more French, though. Dilemmas! Decisions! Alack! Forsooth!

The fingertips of my left hand doth burn. Ah, guitar.

(When I’m tired, I think my sense of humor becomes weird.)

Adventures in Blondedom

Yeah. I sat down to wait for the subway today and needed something out of my bag, so I pulled a couple things out, found it, and put them back in. Apparently the little purse that I use when I go out to get lunch never made it back into the bag, and someone lifted it. I saw the girl sitting next to me move over really quickly after I stood up but I didn’t really think anything of it.

Apparently she took my purse, which held my corporate ID, building access card, ATM card, and about $30 cash in it, and bought a 30-day unlimited-ride Metrocard ($76). I realized that the ID was gone when I got to work this morning and quickly checked my account, called the bank, and cancelled the card. They’ll refund that money eventually. I just bought a 30-day card last week so it’s pretty obvious that I wouldn’t buy another one so soon. I also have to get all my building access and ID cards set up again.

It’s a bummer, but there are things to be grateful for:
• I found out right away and got the card cancelled.
• I only lost $30 total into the deal.
• It wasn’t my REAL wallet, with credit cards, driver’s license, NYU ID, etc.
• I get my BofA ID picture retaken. Even Jonny thought it was a bad picture, which tells you something.
• I can still get money out of my bank account - I just need to use my driver’s license.
• I can’t get the picture done until tomorrow, so I have some warning and time to prepare for it (i.e., make sure my hair looks ok). I’m shallow, aren’t I? Maybe I’m just a girl. (Well, not maybe I’m a girl. We know that.)

In other news, yesterday was long, wet, and cold. I broke down and wore my black leather boots to work today because I couldn’t bear the thought of being out in flipflops again, and its much too wet for sneakers. My toes thank me in their toasty abode.

Last night after French class (J’adore la francais!) I went to Angela’s and hung out with what is rapidly becoming “the gang”, I think. Hilarity again ensued. I got back a little too late (or early, depending on how you look at it) but I am chipper and have not had coffee.

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