Turtle/Dove

My sad, sad absence from the blog world is finally over!

I am working with Bethel's gallery again this summer. An artist named Sandra Ceas showed there. She makes these little porcelain Blessing Doves that she prays over and leaves all around the world as unexpected gifts for people. No note is left or anything, just a smooth white dove.

I got to leave one, so I went to a bridge near where I grew up in St. Michael.

My thoughts were that maybe a child who played by there now would find it, because I totally played there. When you live in a suburb, small bridges are exciting.

I shoved the dove above my tire with love... just kidding... I put the dove and my camera into my bike basket and biked back and forth suspiciously until people left so I could put the dove there without anyone seeing.

It is supposed to be a surprise, after all.

There was no question in those stroller-pushers' minds... These packages were holding drugs.

Eventually, the people walked past and I put the little guy by the bridge. 

 

On the way home I found ANOTHER baby turtle! Just a little quarter's worth of a turtle! 

I decided to "rescue" him by leading him closer to a little stream. Turtles want water, right? Right? So I delicately placed him in my basket and cranked the pedals as slowly as I could while still keeping the bike straight. I was amazed at my brilliance, until the little guy tried to jump out of the basket. This was bad, I thought, as I poked him away from his unintended suicide. This light poke made the basket fall off the bike! Lucky my turtle had a shell. I walked him to the stream area, after scarring him forever, I'm sure. 

The unknowing victim.

Hope to see you more often this summer :).

Tiny Banana

One day I found the tiniest banana in the entire world. It was not one of those other breeds that is meant to be mini, nor was it a plantain. It was a tiny banana.

I couldn't bear to eat it because it was just so darn cute. When I held it in my hand, I started to think about how cute it was and I would tell random people about it. They all agreed it was very small.

After my philosophy class, I was the last student out (a common trend with me for some reason). The teacher started to talk about series theories and their implications for the philosophies of love and sex. His name is Dan Yim and he is a hip, genius professor with a streak of blonde in his dark hair and plastic black framed glasses. Despite his youth, the insane amounts of knowledge that flow from his mouth make him intimidating sometimes. I didn't know how to answer his philosophical questions so I changed the subject and showed him the teeniest banana in the entire world.

To my surprise, he was very excited and took out his cell phone to photograph it. After class, he emailed me the photos.

As you may have noticed, the entire situation was a tad awkward, but in a good way. Next he decided a close-up was necessary.

Now, the more I look at these pictures, the more I realize a problem: they do not illustrate the true tininess of the banana. You see, when you feel the banana's immense fragility and thinness and when you see it in three dimensional space, there are no doubts about whether it is the tiniest or not. Since we cannot do that on this blog, and because I probably have smaller hands than you, I have created a diagram displaying how small tiny banana feels.

This is how you should remember tiny banana.

Eventually, I did eat tiny banana. In about three bites.