Showing posts with label favorites. Show all posts
Showing posts with label favorites. Show all posts

Friday, April 18, 2014

Mercy in His holy heart is beating ...

As I made dinner tonight, on a Good Friday that has been extraordinarily busy, I turned on Andrew Peterson's Counting Stars c.d. and was struck by how beautiful, how appropriate, is this song for Passion week. I pray it might be as much a blessing to you as it was to me, surrounded by pots and pans and spilled milk and coffee. In the night my hope lives on

-Rachel



I am weary with the pain of Jacob's wrestling
In the darkness with the Fear, in the darkness with the Fear
But he met the morning wounded with a blessing
So in the night my hope lives on


When Elisha woke surrounded by the forces
Of the enemies of God, the enemies of God
He saw the hills aflame with angels on their horses
So in the night my hope lives on


I see the slave that toils beneath the yoke unyielding
And I can hear the captive groan, hear the captive groan
For some hand to stay the whip his foe is wielding
Still in the night my hope lives on


I see the armies of the enemy approaching
And the people driven, trembling, to the shore
But a doorway through the waters now is opening
So in the night my hope lives on


Like the son who thought he'd gone beyond forgiveness,
Too ashamed to lift his head--but if he could lift his head
He would see his father running from a distance
In the night my hope lives on


I can see the crowd of men retreating
As he stands between the woman and their stones
And if mercy in his holy heart is beating
Then in the night my hope lives on


I remember how they scorned the son of Mary
He was gentle as a lamb, gentle as a lamb
He was beaten, he was crucified, and buried
And in the night, my hope was gone


But the rulers of earth could not control Him
They did not take his life--he laid it down
All the chains of earth could never hope to hold him
So in the night my hope lives on


Friday, February 28, 2014

just bookin it.

Liza got me thinking about some of the fictional books I read as a kid that have just STUCK. Like the ones that have been passed on to the next 2nd grader for enjoyable consumption, and are a fast favorite. Here are some of those sorts of series:


All of a Kind of a Family Series


The Orphelines Series




The Moffats Collection 


The Betsy-Tacy Series

What series did you enjoy as a little kid? 
-Sarah

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Voted Most Likely to Make You Cry... :)

Aaaand winning the Two's Company's Choice Award for Most Likely To Make You Cry When Leaving Long-Distance Friends is....Wicked's "For Good".

Listen, cry, love. 

(Rinse and Repeat)



Sarah and I love to sing this song with pathos while Leah plays it on the piano...it's so beautiful and heart-rending. I've displayed the lyrics below, and at the bottom you will find the most precious video: Idina Menzel and Kristen Chenoweth (who became best friends through the show) singing "For Good" in Kristen's final appearances on the stage. If it doesn't make you tear up, you're heartless. The film quality is wretched but whenever Kristen's voice warbles and falters, it is because she is legitimately crying. Not only is this the most feelsie song in the whole show, it's the most feelsie version of this song in history. Enjoy! <3


Elphaba:
"I'm limited. Just look at me.
I'm limited.
And just look at you:
you could do all I couldn't do, Glinda.
So now it's up to you.
For both of us--
Now it's up to you..."



Glinda: "I've heard it said
That people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led to those who help us most to learn
If we let them and we help them in return...
Well I don't know if I believe that's true.
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you....
Like a comet pulled from orbit
As it passes the sun.
Like a stream that meets a boulder
Halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you.
I have been changed for good.


Elphaba: It well may be
That we will never meet again
In this lifetime, 
So let me say before we part:
So much of me
Is made of what I learned from you
And you'll be with me
Like a handprint on my heart.
And now whatever ways our stories end,
I know you have rewritten mine
By being my friend....
Like a ship blown from its moorings
By a wind off the sea.
Like a seed dropped by a sky-bird in a distant wood.
Who can say if I've been changed for the better. 
But because I knew you.

Glinda: Because I knew you

(Both) I have been changed for good.

Elphaba: And just to clear the air
I ask forgiveness for the things I've done
You blame me for...

Glinda: But then I guess
We know there's blame to spare

(Both): And none of it seems to matter anymore
(choruses sung simultaneously)
(Both): Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
I do believe I have been changed for the better...



Glinda: And because I knew you.

Elphaba: Because I knew you

Both: Because I knew you I have been changed for good.



 *passes round tissues* What is your favorite song from Wicked?

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Put a pin in it.

Some of our favorite "thoughtful" pins that have circulated recently....










{all photos courtesy of pinterest}

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

oneundredanone

Really very keyed-up right now. Mainly because, due to our crazy awesome readers.....

Two's Company officially has over 100 followers now!!!!!
It was killing me to be hovering at that odd number of 99 for so long, but fortunately I can thank all you wonderful people for getting us over the hump and into the hundreds! ;) As a sort of marking point, I'm going to list a few of our stats over the past..... FOUR YEARS?! Wow. I'm feeling old. :P

Highest Ranking Posts:

Audience:
United States
Russia
United Kingdom
Canada

Worst-most-embarrassing-post 
(well at least one of the most...)
>>>facepalm<<<


One of our favorites we've done: 

Awards: 
(Eight in all)
Liebster
Kreativ Blogger
One Lovely Blog
You Always Make Me Laugh
Faithful Commenter
Stylish Blogger
Making Lemonade Out of Lemons
Scrumptious Blog

Blogs are pretty useless without anybody to read them, so I really want to make sure you know how much we appreciate you guys. 
I'm thinking a giveaway is in order.
We shall see.
~Sarah

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Les Misérables 2012



Les Miserables.

This is a film I have awaited for an entire year since I first made a close acquaintance cum deep friendship with the music and story of Les Miserables. I liked the project on Facebook and Pinterest. I tried not to watch too many of the t.v. spots and clips so that it wouldn't be spoiled for me.

The grand debut day came and someone thought to check PluggedIn--our usual first choice for Christian-based movie reviews. Now, it's no surprise to me that there would be some questionable characters in the film (i.e. prostitutes), but from what PluggedIn said, it seemed that the filmmakers might have gone a bit far. The good thing about PluggedIn is that they are full disclosure--nothing hidden. The bad thing is just that: nothing hidden. Things you might not notice while watching the film are brought to light and mentioned. I appreciate this--it's been really helpful in making judgments on many films over the years. BUT, I didn't have a good handle on what this meant for Les Miserables. How much of this was what you'd expect from the story of Les Miserables? How much was unnecessary? Was it concentrated in one place or sprinkled throughout? How much of this was just the fact that the reviewer wasn't too keen on the story anyhow? (Something I picked up after the first of three or four read-throughs of the review.) I wasn't certain.

This weekend we went to see Les Miserables in theaters. (So did my friend, Liza, by the way.)

I made the choice after active conversation with myself, my family, my parents, and the group of friends we were going with. I was very familiar with the plot and musical. Enough so to hazard a guess (and hope) that the questionable material would be harbored in one or two of the musical numbers: "Lovely Ladies" and "Master of the House." The former I had already been planning to tune out, as I don't make a habit of watching that song even in the concert version. For those of you who are in the dark, "Lovely Ladies" is the song that the prostitutes down at the wharf sing to Fantine about their trade.
We decided to go, armed with this knowledge and experience with sifting through PluggedIn recommendations. Going in to the movie, I was a little apprehensive. I wanted to be able to review the film for you all, knowing that several of my friends were waiting for my review to choose whether they are going to see it or not. But most of all I wanted to enjoy the film, because the story and music of Les Miserables have entwined themselves deep in my heart, and this was the moment I'd been waiting for.

We got our seats...

I distributed tissues...

 The lights dimmed...

and the first strains of the Chain-Gang songs thrummed through the theater. From the moment I first saw Inspector Javert (Russel Crowe) overseeings the lines of straining, groaning convicts and watched him bark at convict Jean Valjean (Hugh Jackman) my heart settled cockly-warm in my chest. It was not going to disappoint. I just knew it. Now, whether I would cry remained to be seen, but I knew all was going to be okay with the film.

OKAY? 

It was amazing. Overwhelming. "Utterly." *said in my very best Dr. Harrison voice*

(Spoilers may follow, so enter at your own risk. I'll try to be careful, but you never know.)

I have never cried as much in any one film as I did in Les Miserables. Every time I thought it couldn't get any better, any intenser, any deeper, Tom Hooper's directing proved me wrong. This film is raw and deep and pithy. It's not for the faint of heart. I left the theater emotionally exhausted, still damp, heart throbbing. If you like movies that don't leave a mark on your heart and don't rip you in two and don't effect you in any way, Les Miserables is not the movie for you.

Anne Hathaway's part as the poor, pitiable Fantine is relatively brief and a good third of it I spent not-looking, as it was the "Lovely Ladies song. (Generally, folks, just get your popcorn now. Fantine goes down to the wharf, and you have about five or six minutes to be gone before hurrying back so your heart can break.) Handy Dandy Cue-Card Time: When you see Fantine go to the wharf, go ahead and close your eyes. Open when she begins singing "I Dreamed a Dream", but not before. Despite the brevity of her screentime, Hathaway brings you in beginning with "At the End of the Day" and stringing you right along till she breaks you with her heart-rending version of "I Dreamed a Dream."


That's where my tears started. I wept as Fantine wept, understanding for the very first time her misery and anguish and shame. Anne Hathaway--former Princess Mia of Princess Diaries fame--has upped the ante for all future roles of Fantine. She was perfect.


Jean Valjean, as portrayed by Hugh Jackman, was wonderful. A couple times I thought the songs were a little out of his range and prevented proper "belting," but the soul and life he threw into the part far outweighed any faint flaws in his voice. All in all, I thought he fit the part and the part fit him very very well. His relationship with young Cosette was one of the things that most delighted me about the film. It was precious, I tell you.





I am partial to Russell Crowe as an actor, so I give him grace for the fact that he's an actor, not a singer, and his part was a little high for him. I admit I was was worried about "Stars", but he did well, dear chap, and though he couldn't belt it, he inspired enough cold passion and hardness into his portrayal that you give him a nod as a decent fellow who did his part dutifully. 


And really, what more would you want from Javert? He is all rote. All black and white and nothing else. He's not a fanatic. He's a legalist.

The Thenardiers.


Great glory above. What to  say about them? You hated them. Absolutely horrid. And yet Sacha Baron Cohen and Helena Bonham-Carter played their parts fabulously. Handy Dandy Cue-Card Time:  Again, as a recommendation, I would just listen to this song rather than watch it. When Cosette leaves the inn to get water, look away. You can return to enjoying the film after "Master of the House" is finished. That's what I did, and I didn't miss anything. This couple deserves the name of villain, and I honestly think I'll never see the Red Queen the same way again when I watch Alice in Wonderland.  *Shudder.* I hate this couple. And that isn't too strong a term. Believe me.

Eponine! Samantha Barks as Eponine was just what I could have hoped it to be. 


She's always been my favorite stage Eponine so when I heard she was going to be in the film as well, I couldn't wait to see her. "On my Own" was great, of course, but my favorite was "A Little Fall of Rain." The way she and Eddie Redmayne sang it was so novel and yet fitting and beautiful that I didn't even cry...I just sat there listening and loving.

Eddie Redmayne as Marius was a person who surprised me. I have long preened myself on being a Marius-downer. I don't like his character in the book.


 But Eddie Redmayne's portrayal endeared him to me quickly, and caused me to weep unashamedly as a baby during "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables." He's such a boy. There is one particular moment in the film after the barricade has dropped and it's all over and finished that had me shaking and crying. I won't tell you where, but you'll know. It involves all that valiant company and Javert and little Gavroche.

Dear Gavroche.


Daniel Huttleston's portrayal of this little Paris garmin stole the show in his very fleeting moments. His saucy "Little People" song and the sad fate that befalls him totally made me cry. (AGAIN!)

There were so many other characters I loved.

 Enjolras (Aaron Tveit) was amazing, though not Red-Vest-Of-Power-Ramin-Karimloo. He was a believable, passionate, desperate patriot and played his part well. He is also in possession of a very nice pair of lungs so he didn't disappoint in his "Red and Black" song. That made me get chills.


 I loved Grantaire (George Blagden). Seriously, he ended up one of my favorite side-characters. The barricade was impressive. And not in the way you'd think.

Cosette as played by Amanda Seyfried was very sweet and pure looking. I had a little issue inside over Cosette, as I happened to flip through a magazine at the grocery store that claimed to be interviewing her about her part in Les Miz which instead turned out to be a publicity opportunity for her new and HORRIBLE movie. So there. I couldn't believe her in the role of Cosette knowing that. But you know, her voice was very girlish and piping, she looked the part, and she acted sweetly so I think we can forgive her in the interest of the rest of you.


I won't even tell you about the ending because I am desperate not to spoil this for you, if I spoil anything else. I'm just saying, there was not a single person not crying in that theater.

Les Miserables. A film that so clearly portrays the depravity of humanity, the struggle to redeem ourselves, "I am reaching but I fall and the stars are black and cold..." the realization that we cannot win salvation--that is a gift--, the price and value of love, "To love another person is to see the face of God,"and the overwhelming knowledge of Jesus' grace. These themes are so strongly, strongly, strongly developed in the movie that I would like to personally thank Tom Hooper for keeping them so crystal clear. Ah. I am about to cry again thinking about it.

Les Miserables is a heavy movie. It's emotionally involved, it's gritty, and it's ugly in parts. But it is a good movie--I could even argue a great movie. One I think we could all stand to watch and learn from. I would not recommend it for young viewers, but keeping in mind my handy-dandy cue-cards, I say go for it. ;) You won't regret your choice.


Do you hear the people sing
Lost in the valley of the night?
It is the music of a people
who are climbing to the light.

For the wretched of the earththere is a flame that never dies.Even the darkest night will endand the sun will rise.

They will live again in freedomin the garden of the Lord.They will walk behind the ploughshare;they will put away the sword.The chain will be brokenand all men will have their reward.

Will you join in our crusade?Who will be strong and stand with me?Somewhere beyond the barricadeis there a world you long to see?Do you hear the people sing?Say, do you hear the distant drums?It is the future that they bringwhen tomorrow comes!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Readables: The Help by Kathryn Stockett



"I listened, wide-eyed, stupid. Glowing by her voice in the dim light. If chocolate was a sound, it would have been Constantine's voice singing. If singing was a color, it would have been the color of that chocolate."
The Help. It's a book I'd heard a deal about, a movie trailer that intrigued me, and a subject I personally love: the life of colored maids in the 1960's. Perhaps it is the stories of Mama's housekeeper, Laura Bullock, that always put me directly in sympathy with this sect of people. 

Mama's family loved Laura and Laura was always an integral part of their lives as children. I'll always remember the famous story of Grandmama coming home to find Laura dressed out in a helmet and jacket with a gun over her shoulder, doing drills with Uncle David who was only 5 or 6 at the time and had asked her to play army. And I'll never forget what Laura told Uncle David as a little boy:
"She's yo vanilla mama..." (nodding at Grandmama) "...but I's your choc'late mama."
Or what she would say when Mama was a little girl:
"Honey--you's fat, but you's purty!"
Bright in my imagination, too, is the family-legend of Laura's rooster. How it'd drown itself every rainstorm by looking up at the sky with his mouth open, and how Laura would shove it in the oven, heat it up till it started flapping around, and let it back outside again.

I had the honor of meeting Laura several times as a little girl. I remember being slightly intimidated by the warm pressure of her wrinkled, leathery hand and her intent gaze, but I do remember liking her a deal despite my fears.
All that to say, when a copy of Kathryn Stockett's The Help came into my hands and Sarah read it and told me I really needed to read it (High praise from Sarah!) I was ready. The general plot as described by the back of the book is as follows:
Aibileen Clark is a black maid in 1962 Jackson, Mississippi, raising her seventeenth white child. She's always taken orders quietly, but lately it leaves her with a bitterness she can no longer bite back. Her friend Minny Jackson has certainly never held her tongue, or held on to a job for very long, but now she's working for a newcomer with secrets that leave her speechless. And white socialite Skeeter Phelan has just returned from college with ambition and a degree but, to her mother's lament, no husband....Together, these seemingly different women join to work on a project that could forever alter their destinies and the life of a small town--to write, in secret, a tell-all book about what it's really like to work as a black maid in the white homes of the South...
What is there to say about this book except... Wow. I found myself laughing and crying alternately and sometimes simultaneously. As a writer I was astonished that this was Ms. Stockett's first novel. As a reader I connected deeply and intimately with the characters. As a white woman, I blushed over the treatment the black maids received and prayed that, had I grown up in that era, I would have been different than Hilly and Elizabeth and the other Jackson women.
This book is so full of emotion, so full of complex relationships, so full of truth and goodness and a realization of the common-ness of humanity that I found myself marveling that any author could boil it down and smash it between two covers.
"I don't know what to say to her. All I know is, I ain't saying it. And I know she ain't saying what she want a say either, and it's a strange thing happening here cause nobody saying nothing and we still managing to have us a conversation."
The characters are alive, the events poignant, the realizations touching and sharp-edged. I enjoyed the choice of "first-person, now narrative" for a fresh reading experience as well. I love the immediacy of it. The novel took me from looking at The Help as a historical-fiction and brought me winging back to 1960, and it flighting forward to 2012 and we met somewhere in the middle and had a heart-connection rare to find in today's helter-skelter thriller-fiction-craze. Kathryn Stockett tells it just like it was. She didn't assign all evil or all goodness to one side of the racial argument or the other. But she didn't sugar-coat anything. And I mean anything.

That's the only complaint I had about The Help. The author included quite a lot of language which--if it did help the ink-people come alive--presented lots of words in my mind that aren't usually there for good reason. One of the main characters is definitely not a Christian and speaks rather mockingly of it sometimes. There are two scenes I can think of that could have been toned down. One, I actually liked the raw, pithy emotion and horror of--the other I thought was a little graphic. That--along with the fact that the whole subject of the plot is a little weighty for younger readers--puts my recommendation for The Help at 18+. If you are 18 years of age or older and want a book that'll take your by the shoulders with warm, brown hands and shake you gently with strong, supple fingers that smell of dryer sheets and cake frosting, read this book. You'll never regret it. Never-ever.

*WARNING* In Chapter 24 there is a really creepy part that is described too graphically. Really, you'd not miss it if you skipped it. So read with caution or skip pages 360-365 entirely. :)

A teaser-taste for you:
"We go on in her room, where we like to set. I get up in the big chair and she get up on me and smile, bounce a little. 'Tell me bout the brown wrapping. And the present.' She so excited, she squirming. She has to jump off my lap, squirm a little to get it out. Then she crawl back up.That's her favorite story cause when I tell it, she get two presents. I take the brown wrapping from my Piggly Wiggly grocery bag and wrap up a little something, like a piece a candy, inside. Then I use the white paper from my Cole's Drug Store bag and wrap another one just like it. She take it real serious, the unwrapping, letting me tell the story bout how it ain't the color of the wrapping that count, it's what we is inside."

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

LONDON 2012


Much to our family's chagrin, the London 2012 Olympics ended on Sunday. We always enjoy watching the various sports after dinner most days during the endurance of these games, and definitely miss them once they're over! :D Here are some of our favorite athletes from London: 

Carrie Walsh 
Gabby Douglas on the balance beam

it's a gold for gabby!
(this one ^ we're especially proud of, seeing as she grew up in our hometown! :)
Megan Hodge womens' volleyball
I was really impressed by Megan Hodge's spikes! She was crazy talented and was a great asset for Team USA. 
Lochte and Phelps 
It was very interesting to watch the rivalry/team dynamics during these games between Michael Phelps and Ryan Lochte. Which one were you all rooting for? ;)

Teammates, and rivals at the same time

Allyson Felix track and field
We had a fun time watching the track and field relays this year! :) 

Missy Franklin
Also, Missy Franklin, a 17 year old gold medalist, did a fabulous job in her first Olympics. :)

Phelps becomes the most decorated Olympian ever!
And props to Phelps for breaking the record of the most decorated athlete in the Olympics on the record!
Phil Dalhausser and Todd Rogers
I know they didn't do too well this time around, but we've always loved the duo of Dalhausser and Rogers. ;P
Johnston and Bryant synchronized divers
Synchronized diving just about blows my mind! It was so cool to watch these two girls compete and we all cheered when they got second! :) 

BMX!!! ;) 
One evening Mens' and Womens' BMX was on, so we had a good time watching that since it doesn't get much coverage during these events.

Harry and Kate during the closing ceremony
Rach and I loved seeing the Royal family up in the stands in the various games, and got to see Kate and William get into it. ;)
The only part of this year's games I didn't care for was the opening and closing ceremonies. I actually missed the first part both times, which was a bummer, but from what everyone said, they seemed to be kind of strange and confusing......what did you all think? Oh, and the very random appearance of Willy Wonka guy was odd. :P

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

On this road that will take me home.

This song is so lovely and wistful...I thought it perfect for an early-summer evening. :)





They say there's a place where dreams have all gone
They never said where but I think I know
It's miles through the night just over the dawn
On the road that will take me home

I know in my bones, I've been here before
The ground feels the same though the land's been torn
I've a long way to go the stars tell me so
On this road that will take me home

Love waits for me 'round the bend, leads me endlessly on
Surely sorrows shall find their end and all our troubles will be gone
And I'll know what I've lost and all that I've won
When the road finally takes me home
And when I pass by, don't lead me astray
Don't try to stop me, don't stand in my way
I'm bound for the hills where cool waters flow
On this road that will take me home

Love waits for me 'round the bend, leads me endlessly on
Surely sorrows shall find their end and all our troubles will be gone
And we'll know what we've lost and all that we've won
When this road finally takes me home