February 8, 2010

Are Transcriptionists Passe?

The only constant is change…which is true.  Some things change more slowly than others even in the face of rapidly changing technology.  The transcriptionist’s/scribe’s job has remained relatively unchanged for thousands of years…

From Wikipedia:

A scribe is a person who writes books or documents by hand as a profession and helps the city keep tracks of its records.The profession, previously found in all literate cultures in some form, lost most of its importance and status with the advent of printing. The work could involve copying books, including sacred texts, or secretarial and administrative duties such as taking of dictation and the keeping of business, judicial and historical records for kings, nobility, temples and cities. Later the profession developed into public servants, journalists, accountants, typists, and lawyers.

I’ll pause here and say I disagree with some of that definition.  I don’t believe the invention of the printing press made the profession of transcription lose any importance.  I believe it made it more important because the printing press doesn’t magically produce accurate info all by itself.

I guess what is at the root of this post is that I have taken recent comments made to me concerning my profession personally.  I have been told that since there are so many ways a person can convey their thoughts, work, etc. that transcriptionists have become obsolete or passe because “Everybody types…”

True,  almost everybody types. I believe I’m safe in saying that compared to 20 years ago a much larger percentage of the world’s population has  at least adequate keyboarding skills, but that does not mean that everyone is proficient in producing accurate records.

Don’t even get me started on grammar skills.  I’ve never professed to be flawless in my grammar, but I see people posting/writing/blogging things on the internet that if I didn’t know better I would think they were being written by cavemen (no offense to cavemen).  While I occasionally utilize “text speech” (BFF, LOL, JMO…etc.) it’s only for say….text messaging or “tweeting”.  Almost on a daily basis I get e-mails from professional colleagues (mostly 10 or more years younger than I) who speak in a vague…sometimes indiscernible text speech.  They then get irritated when I send them a reply of  “huh?” and treat me like Aunt Bea because I ask them for more detail.  It gives me great pause when I think that these darn whippersnappers are going to be recording our medical/government records and other important information within the next few years.  If we think the “pants on the ground” are a problem think about these kids programming nuclear code while trying to simultaneously hike up their pants.

I know I sound like an old school marm wielding her ruler while shouting “grammar, GRAMMAR!” but I’m more than a little concerned about the backseat proper speech is taking in our society.

Back to my main point…I still don’t believe scribes/transcriptionists are anywhere close to being obsolete.  Shortly after I started my career as a medical transcriptionist in the early 90’s I was told that I would be replaced by voice recognition within a few short years.  Fast forward nearly 20 years…while there are some entities using voice recognition the majority of medical transcription is still being performed by trained medical transcriptionists.  Even if voice recognition is utilized it is almost always QA’d by a trained language specialist.  So, voice recognition is far from a perfect way to produce an accurate record.  If voice recognition were so wonderful then we’d be bypassing the human editor.

In the last six years I have been in media transcription for a production house that is still heavily reliant on the written transcript to aid in editing footage into a finished product.   I have been told by some folks that transcription is  a luxury.   My experience has been that it’s just like having a cell phone.  Once you’re used to this “luxury” it’s hard to do without it.  While my particular position has evolved into more of a “transcription coordinator” (coordination the work assignment to freelance transcriptionists)  the demand for transcripts has not become less, in some cases it has become more.

Example, recently we had two crews on the ground in Haiti (after the earthquake) that shot anywhere from 50 to 75 hours worth of footage.  When this footage came back what was the first thing they wanted?  Transcripts!   The producer and editot did not want to sit in an edit suite hours on end spinning through hours and hours of footage.   Transcripts would cut the editing process down significantly.

So, if you’re thinking about becoming a transcriptionist or if you are already a transcriptionist and are job scared I’d say put your worries to rest.  I’m not saying that the industry has not suffered some in the last several years…most specifically due to off-shoring of work…but after the dust has settled and more work comes back into the U.S. (and I believe it will because the off-shored product tends to be terrible) I believe opportunities and wages will increase.

Transcription is one of the oldest professions, and I believe it will exist for many years to come.

January 3, 2010

Anyone Need a Freelance Transcriptionist?

Okay, I’m going to take advantage of my blog to advertise my availability for freelance transcription projects.  I do hold down a full-time job outside the home but would like to do a little extra work on the side on the evenings and weekends. I am capable of doing a wide range of transcription projects including but not limited to:  Medical transcription, media transcription, interview transcription, manuscript transcription, thesis transcription, etc.

Here’s a brief synopsis of my experience:

  • Formal transcription training via my Administrative Medical Assisting Associate’s degree.
  • Fourteen years of medical transcription experience in multiple clinical settings including acute care, radiology, and neurology experience.  I am formally educated in anatomy and physiology, medical terminology and pharmacology.
  • Extensive ESL (English, second language) dictator experience via my medical and media transcription projects.
  • Five years of media transcription experience.  I have the capability of transcribing from multiple media formats including DVD, mp3, Quicktime etc.

My rates are reasonable, and I can offer relatively quick turnaround (2-3 days depending on the scope of the project).  In my current job I have transcription projects almost weekly so my skills are not rusty.  I am open to almost any type of transcription job as long as the source material is not pornographic or overly profane.

If you or anyone you know might have need of my services please contact me via my e-mail address:  vsprouse@gmail.com.

December 26, 2009

Answers to the Christmas Carol Name Game

Here are the answers…pardon any inconsistent formatting.  I’m waaaay to full and lazy to be detail oriented today:

1.                   Bleached Yule—White Christmas

2.                   Singularly Specific Yuletide Melody—The Christmas Song…more commonly known as “Chestnuts Roasting on an open fire…”

3.                   Singular Yearning for the Twin Anterior Incisors—All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth.

4.                   Righteous Darkness—O Holy Night

5.                   Arrival Time:  2400 hours, Weather:  Cloudless—It Came upon a Midnight Clear.

6.                   Loyal Followers Advance—O Come All Ye Faithful.

7.                   Far Off in a Feeder—Away in a Manger

8.                   Array the Corridor—Deck the Halls.

9.                   Bantam Male Percussionist—Little Drummer Boy

10.               Monarchial Triad—We Three Kings

11.               Nocturnal Noiselessness—Silent Night

12.               Jehovah Deactivate Blithe Chevaliers—God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen.

13.               Red Man En Route to Borough—Santa Claus is Coming to Town

14.               Frozen Precipitation Commence—Let it Snow

15.               Proceed and Enlighten on the Pinnacle—Go Tell it on the Mountain

16.               The Quadruped with the Vermillion Proboscis—Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer

17.               Query Regarding Identity of Descendant—What Child is this?

18.               Delight for this Planet—Joy to the World

19.               Give Attention to the Melodious Celestial Beings—Hark, the Herald Angels Sing

20.               The Dozen Festive 24-Hour Intervals—The 12 Days of Christmas

21.               Exalted Heavenly Beings to whom Harkened from Above—Angels We Have Heard on High

22.               The Christmas Preceding all Others—The First Noel

23.               Small Municipality in Judea Southeast of Jerusalem—O Little Town of Bethlehem

24.               Obese Personification Fabricated of Compressed Mounds of Minute Crystals—Frosty the Snowman

25.               Geographic State of Fantasy during the Season of Mother Nature’s Dormancy—Winter Wonderland

26.               Tintinnabulation of Vacillating Pendulums in Inverted Metallic Resonant Cups—Jingle Bells

27.               Jovial Yuletide Desired for the Second Person Singular or Plural by Us—We Wish You a Merry Christmas

December 23, 2009

Christmas Carol Name Game

We played a really fun game last week at our department Christmas party, and since it involved words…while everyone else was eating…I was playing the game.   Word games are about the only thing that will divert my attention from food.  Below are actual Christmas Carols whose names have been changed to words with a similar meaning.  Now, some of the words may not be everyday words.  This game will increase your vocabulary as well as testing your ability to be a human thesaurus.   It will also get your brain to clicking again if it’s been slowed down by too much eggnog and fruitcake.  I will post the answers in my next post which will hopefully happen on Christmas day.  If my brain gets bogged down by two much eggnog and fruitcake then I might not post until after Christmas   You know how it is…

Get ready… get set… go!

1.                   Bleached Yule

2.                   Singularly Specific Yuletide Melody

3.                   Singular Yearning for the Twin Anterior Incisors

4.                   Righteous Darkness

5.                   Arrival Time:  2400 hours, Weather:  Cloudless

6.                   Loyal Followers Advance

7.                   Far Off in a Feeder

8.                   Array the Corridor

9.                   Bantam Male Percussionist

10.               Monarchial Triad

11.               Nocturnal Noiselessness

12.               Jehovah Deactivate Blithe Chevaliers

13.               Red Man En Route to Borough

14.               Frozen Precipitation Commence

15.               Proceed and Enlighten on the Pinnacle

16.               The Quadruped with the Vermillion Proboscis

17.               Query Regarding Identity of Descendant

18.               Delight for this Planet

19.               Give Attention to the Melodious Celestial Beings

20.               The Dozen Festive 24-Hour Intervals

21.               Exalted Heavenly Beings to whom Harkened from Above

22.               The Christmas Preceding all Others

23.               Small Municipality in Judea Southeast of Jerusalem

24.               Obese Personification Fabricated of Compressed Mounds of Minute Crystals

25.               Geographic State of Fantasy during the Season of Mother Nature’s Dormancy

26.               Tintinnabulation of Vacillating Pendulums in Inverted Metallic Resonant Cups

27.               Jovial Yuletide Desired for the Second Person Singular or Plural by Us

December 9, 2009

Christmas 2009 at the Sprouse House

Believe it or not there is some “comfort and joy” going on around here.  I decided a few weeks ago that…darn it all…I’m going to do some Christmas decoratin’ come heck or high water!  It doesn’t matter that we’re hardly home around the holidays (spend most of the time 2 hours away with our families) and that we have to put things out of reach of our cats…I was going to decorate at least a little this year, so I did.

Besides we needed to kick ourselves in the pants a little and try to get ourselves out of our Christmas doldrums.  I think I succeeded.  Eddie…maybe not so much.

So, I climbed up into the attic…a feat in and of itself since 1)  I’m afraid of heights and don’t like climbing on ladders, and 2)  I have been deathly afraid of our attic since Eddie fell through the ceiling last year while in the attic.  Now, it wasn’t the attic’s fault.  It was just doing what an attic does, but he learned the hard way that bare sheetrock doesn’t a good support system make.

I pulled out what boxes I could reach.  I must stop here and say that we did not do a Christmas tree per se.  The reasons being 1) We have a kitten yet again this year, and kittens and Christmas trees are a sure-fire recipe for yuletide disaster, AND 2) Our artificial tree is languishing under several heavy boxes in the attic, and I just didn’t have the energy to dig it out and try to get it out of the attic without killing myself.

(What is UP with me and the numbering thing today?)

Besides…we have a perfectly good ornamental Spruce in front of our house that we paid over $100 for several years ago, and gosh darn it…that thing needs to earn it’s keep.  So, it is yet again our Christmas tree, although I will refrain from putting our presents under it since it’s outside, and it seems like Winter is going to be our official monsoon season this year:

Since we’re outside let’s take a look at our entryway shall we?

There’s actually something spectacular here…I made the wreath a few years ago, and if you knew of my total lack of craftiness skills you’d understand why it’s such an accomplishment.  Probably wouldn’t make it into the pages of Southern Living, but it ain’t bad.

Well, I actually did decorate inside the house.  Come on in!

Aren’t these just the cutest little signs?!  My brother’s girlfriend gave them to me Thanksgiving, and they’re hanging in my foyer (or foy-yeah if your all French and fancy).

This wreath is also in our foyer.  I just love the iciness of it.  It reminds me of the beauty of an ice storm (minus the power outages).  I’ll probably leave it up all Winter, because it’s loveliness goes beyond just Christmas.

Let’s move along into the living room…

Okay, I’m no interior decorator, but there’s nothing like a decorated mantle at Christmas.  If you have a mantle and you don’t have the time or energy to do anything else then decorate your mantle.  It does wonders!  I left my Willow Tree figurines there, because Willow Tree figurines are pretty much all-season don’t you think?  We won’t go into the semi-creepy fact that they don’t have actual faces, but they’re still romantic and pretty enough for Christmas.  See those little oil lamps on each end?  Yes, they actually work!  I found them at the Dollar Tree several years ago, and you guessed it…they only cost me a $1.00 a piece!!!  The tightwad and the Laura Ingalls in me were giddy simultaneously!

And the snowmen?  Well, I think I told somebody one time that I like snowmen…I mean, who doesn’t?  But I think the whole world heard me say it, because I have gotten nothing but snowmen-themed gifts since?  Really, a happy misunderstanding, because they are as cute as the dickens.  I just better never make the mistake of saying I like snakes or lizards or something.

This is a wreath I found a few years ago at the Big Lots.  It’s funky and fun…sort of like me.

Okay…we move into the Dining room/my husband’s work area.  I say that because he’s been working on refinishing our stairway for like sweet forever, and the dining room table might as well be a carpenter’s bench as it’s seen more construction supplies than it’s seen food in the last several months…but I digress.  So, pardon the mess to see that we have a cute little ceramic tree…which for most years has been our indoor Christmas tree, because like I said above…we’re crazy cat people…so on and so on.  The lighted wreath is one of my favorite things.  My mother-in-law grew tired of it several years ago and gave it to me.  It matches my decor perfectly with all the earthy colors it contains (I’m an ardent fan of the color “cranberry”).  I love to turn off the lights in the dining room and bask in it’s warm light since, again, we don’t do the Christmas tree thang usually.  It do have a bowl full of Christmas ornaments which I found at the Dollar Tree for…you guessed it…a dollar for pack of five ornaments!

Oh…look at you, you little snowman cutie!  I know, I want it to snow too, but it looks like we’re just going to have to make do with 40-degree cold rain.  You just hang there on my downstairs bathroom door and keep up your positive thoughts.

Anyhoo…it’s not much, but it’s what I’ve got.  I do have a few more little things around the house like a clothes-hanger tinsel tree in my husband’s man cave, and a cute little wreath Christmas card holder that I didn’t get a picture made of because I was too lazy.  I promise the years we have stayed home for Christmas (and invited family in) we go all out, but this year we’re doing good to put out what we have.  Christmas is still fun.  Oh, how I wish I had some little ones to share all this with, but me and the hubby and the cats will enjoy it all the same!

Merry Christmas!

November 9, 2009

The Magical Process of Learning to Read and Write

Sometime between the fourth and fifth year of my life words ceased to be unintelligible squiggly lines and circles on a page and became things that meant something.  Letters became sounds and sounds become letters.  I had learned to read…however primitively…I could read!   It was an amazing time for me.  A whole new world had just opened up and I was enthralled.  This breakthrough was aided in part by my great aunt Wilda who was pursuing a Master’s degree in Education.  She was writing her master’s thesis on phonics, and I was one of her test subjects.  She would bring out this box of wonderful word-sounding games and records, and over the course of weeks or months…I’m not sure exactly how long she worked with me…I learned first to sound out words and then recognize the letters that made up those words.  Magical…truly magical to a little girl in the fifth year of her life.

Because I was a late October-born child (the 21st)  and to qualify for kindergarten you had to be born by October 18th of your fifth year I didn’t get to go to kindergarten until I was nearly six years old.  I was very bummed about that.  I missed going to kindergarten by three little days,  but eventually,  my day to start school arrived.  Within a few weeks of starting kindergarten I was tested and found to be reading at a 2nd grade level.  I remember multiple teachers coming to me and asking me to read for them.  My mom was called and asked what she had done to advance my reading skills to such a high level.  Had I been to preschool?  “No.”  Had I been tutored?  “No.”   She told them about my being a test subject in a phonics study which only garnered more interest by teachers some of whom poo-pooed the phonics experience (they were not believers in the phonics way) and some who were very impressed by the then emerging phenomenon of phonics.   I think there was even talk about advancing me at least one grade, but further testing revealed that I wasn’t as advanced in some other areas, most importantly, math (math was never my friend) and so it was decided that I was to stay in kindergarten.

Maybe I was gifted in the reading and writing area…maybe phonics advanced me beyond that of other kindergartners…maybe it was both?  Whatever the cause it started my love affair with words.  Today, I’m still amazed at “magic” of seeing a child learn to read and write.  I’m not a teacher.  I’m not even a mother, but when I see a child beginning to master the art of the written word I’m overcome by a sense of nostalgia and awe.

One of my favorite blogs is Confessions of a Pioneer Woman.  She is a homeschooler, and in her blog she often highlights of some of her favorite homeschool blogs.  She featured one last week which totally illustrated what it’s like to be a child learning to read and write.   While most teachers would immediately break out the red pencil on words that were spelled incorrectly (based on the sounds) this homeschool mama completely grasps how important (and entertaining) the learning process is.  Most teachers focus on the perfecting accomplishment of spelling words correctly, but the process of “sounding” is very important.  This is coming from a girl who learned to read by phonics and didn’t grow up to be an incorrect speller. Quite the contrary…I usually aced…or close to aced…most spelling tests I ever took.   The “sounding out” stage is very important.

So, this blog post delighted me in more ways than one!

Illustrate and Write

Nov. 5, 2009

(Posted by: Heather L. Sanders of Oh My Stinkin’ Heck)

Following Christmas during our last “school year” I noticed Kenny had gained confidence in sounding out, and attempting to write, short captions beneath his drawings and color pages. In response, we cut out some of our curriculum’s “assigned” Language Arts work to begin our own daily “Illustrate and Write” page instead.

Illustrate and Write

What did we cut out?
At the start of last year we spent multiple days reviewing Sonlight’s spelling words (write them BIG, write them “small”, etc…), we began to work them on Mondays only. I would still enter the lists at Spelling City, and when it interested Kenny (which turned out to be about 3x a week), he would review them on his own through the various games they offered. (I posted my review of Spelling City in a previous post here if you are unfamiliar with this FREE online spelling program.)

We also merged his Handwriting and weekly Copywork into one assignment. I felt it was far better for him to neatly copy one or two sentences from one of his independent readers, mimicking correct grammar, than to write “E” and “e” 25 or 30 times down a page.

What we discovered?
He learned his Spelling words faster.
His Handwriting improved.
And? The daily “Illustrate and Write” turned-out to be the most enjoyable and comprehensive way to introduce new words, correct spelling, and naturally introduce grammar.

Go figure.

I didn’t tell him what to write about. After he gathered his supplies, he would twist circles in his chair, staring at the wall or ceiling, and chewing the end of his pencil. Then, not unlike a jack-in-the-box, he’d POP UP, pull-up to the table, and begin.

puekepolls

“puekepolls rea goweng to ther homs bkus tha got in a fit”
(Porcupines are going to their homes because they got in a fight.)

I LOVE watching the written word develop in my children, but even more, their excitement when I can actually READ what they wrote without their assistance.

I will admit, without the illustrations, I might have needed a bit of help here and there…

monstr

“the monstr monstrs win tha aer babes tha wil be aerrete to go away and tha cots a Lot uv fod and win tha aer odrr tha cats mor fod.”

(the monster – monsters when they are babies they will be all ready to go away and they catch a lot of food and when they are older they catch more food )

crss

“Crss rae rilee coll But wen evrr thea run aott uv gass thea rilee run autt uv gass and I men it.”
(Cars are really cool But whenever they run out of gas they really run out of gas and I mean it.)

You might notice at this point I was not making any corrections.

fictheeg
“fictheeg wieh my DaD is alot uv fun and oens huct 5 fithcc and I cot 5 fithcc”
(Fishing with my Dad is a lot of fun and once hooked 5 fish and I caught 5 fish)

I wanted nothing more than to release him to illustrate and write.

dinusors ahr cool

“Dinusors ahr cool and tha livd a log tim a go but tha ahr ded.”
(Dinosaurs are cool and they lived a long time ago but they are dead.)

In just a few short weeks he began to add capital letters at the beginning of sentences and periods at the end. This was something that naturally moved into his writing from what he gleaned in his Independent Readers and Copywork (I did/do correct his Copywork). So exciting!

He wrote.
I read.
That was that.

Summer came and went. Kenny did a lot of writing on his own throughout the summer. Like the girls, he kept a notebook to use when we went for long car rides, ran errands, when he went with me to get the oil changed, or on our nice and quiet days at home…his writing improved over the summer months – something I noticed immediately at the start of this year’s Illustrate and Write pages.

DaDDy in his suprman costum
“DaDDy in his suprman costum is rillee funee Becuss he follD me to the Beb and he syed do Your schollwrck”
(DaDDy in his superman costume is really funny because he followed me to the bed and he said do your schoolwork)

At the start of this year I began writing the corrected spelling of words just above or below his words so he could see them.

Scool is rilly fun
“Scool is rilly fun and cis we are home scoold I thec that do weng homescool is evin more fun for me.”
(School is really fun and since we are home schooled I think that doing homeschool is even more fun for me.)

The first time I wrote corrections on his paper he didn’t seem to mind, but I noticed he was agitated the second or third time. When I asked him why he was upset, he didn’t quite have the words to put to it. After discussing it with him I realized his root frustration – he didn’t like that he couldn’t get the words RIGHT on the paper the first time.

I looooove sharks
“I looooove sharks becoss they can suyim really fast. there really dagris but evrebute nos that speshule the fich.”
(I looooove sharks because they can swim really fast. they’re really dangerous but everybody knows that especially the fish.)

For a few weeks after this discovery he would tell me what his Illustrate and Write was going to be about and asked me to write the correct spelling of several words on the page so he could write it correctly the first time. Sometimes I wrote them ON the page and other times, jotted them down on a scrap paper.

What I like ubaot the cheplen
“What I like ubaot the cheplen at the old haos is that it whas very baose, but I actsudetly (not on a bet) got my hed stuck in the spregs.”
(What I like about the trampoline at the old house is that it was very bouncy, but I accidently (not on a bet) got my head stuck in the springs.)

Of course, there were still corrections to be made and he began to realize there would always be new words to learn – that mistakes were okay – that even Momma had to look up words in the dictionary!

October 14th Word Re-writes

This is when I began to attach a notebook page for him to rewrite the misspelled words.

November 3 - Monsters Word Re-writes

By the way, “Goob” and “Woob” are monster names…in case you’re wondering.

Many of the words he rewrites are not typical “first grader” words, but I figure since he can READ them and he WANTS to know how to spell them, there is no reason to hold back.

November 3rd - Monsters Illustrate and Write

And so I don’t.

October 7, 2009

On Caring for Animals: Follow-Up Edition

It came to my attention today that I left you hanging back in August with the On Caring for Animals post.  How exceedingly rude of me! Not only that, it was a heavy, HEAVY post full of tragedy and self-examination on a level that rivaled the Books of Job and Lamentations.

So what has happened since August 23rd?  Lots…

Eddie and I moved forward with working for the Humane Society of Lincoln County volunteering to clean cages and assist with adoptions at our nearby PetSmart.  While Eddie has thrived and found a great purpose with this volunteer work… as predicted my emotions got the better of me.  I helped him a couple of times and while I did fine when I was there when I would leave I would become very emotional.  Also, the area in which we work is so small that we really got in each other’s way more than helping each other complete the cleaning tasks.   I guess my emotional state is what made me step back the most though.  While I understand no-kill shelters like HSLC  do a WONDERFUL work I still felt exceedingly sorry and responsible for each cat I cared for.  The thought that some may live in the shelter or foster care for the rest of their lives simply because they’re too old, not physically attractive enough to catch anyone’s eye, or  are handicapped in some way breaks my heart in two.  Again, this does not reflect upon the great care they get in the shelter it reflects upon my seeming lack of ability to detach to a healthy extent from the animals.  My generous stores of untapped maternal love just comes flowing out along with all the emotions that come along with it.   I just want with all my heart and soul for each animal to find a loving home, and my emotions soar to unhealthy levels knowing that many will not ever get the loving home they deserve.

The second thing I feared came true…Eddie fell in love with a kitten, and when I say fell in love it was head over heels….heart and soul, because he found an Abber clone in terms of personality. Labor Day weekend he informed me that he wanted to bring her home…at first to foster, and then…if all goes well to adopt.

Let’s just say I was having none of it, because I had vowed that we were not bringing another cat home.  Uh…uh…no way.  I had made up mind.

I stood my ground for nearly a month  However, my made-up mind…evidently…is no match for Eddie’s relentless powers of emotional manipulation.

So…a week ago Ruby arrived at our home:

Ruby's First Night Home

Eddie’s Blog Post tells how it all transpired.

She is sweet and EXTREMELY affectionate as much or more so than our late Abber.  Actually,  right now she’s making it dang near impossible to write this blog post, because she’s sitting in my lap desperately vying for my attention and walking on my keyboard.

So, we are yet again a crazy 5-cat family.  We have more kitty love, cat hair, and kitty litter bills than we can stand.  Yet, I’m strangely okay with it.  They are wonderful substitutes for the children we’ve never been able to have, and they don’t talk back (well, maybe some), they don’t go out and not come in until all hours of the night, and they won’t require college funds which in this day and age requires a second mortgage.  They give us lots of love for 15 to even 20 years before they say their eternal goodbyes (the hardest part).  We also feel good knowing that we have given each of them the gift of a comfortable life.  A couple of our kitties were just minutes from certain death if we had not come along.

I am adamant, though that five is the limit…I’ve made up mind.

Oh geez…who am I kidding?

September 14, 2009

Book Review: The Shack

I’m a little behind the times on this one which is my norm for books.  If a best-selling book is not readily available at my local library branch or if a friend doesn’t have a copy I can borrow it usually takes me a while to get a hold of a blockbuster.  Since bookshelf space is currently at a premium at our house, and books can be a big drain on a budget I’m very selective of the books that I buy.

The book The Shack by William P. Young came out in 2008 and caused quite a stir in theological circles. The book was highly recommended to me by a former boss.  He even loaned the book to me at the time, but because I had a lengthy to-read stockpile of books borrowed from several other friends I returned the book to him as he had other friends eagerly waiting to read the book.

Well, a few weeks ago I was at Cousin Brack and Donna’s house.  Donna and I frequently do book exchanges because we have similar tastes in books.  She broke out the The Shack and asked me if I had read it.  I said, “No’, but since I had read many takes on the book I wanted to read it myself.

Now, critics have attacked the theological soundness of the book, and if you were reading it from a purely theological standpoint the book would probably hit you the wrong way.  A theologian I am not, so I read the book with the mindset that it was fiction and some of it was probably going to be purely allegorical.  Read in that light it did not disturb me that God was portrayed as a sassy black woman, Jesus a common middle Eastern-looking carpenter, and the Holy Spirit a Asian woman with fairy-like attributes.  I have read my share of Christian allegory via John Bunyan and C. S. Lewis, and I found The Shack to be similar to what I’ve read by these authors.

Actually, I think God perfectly timed this read for me.  I have not a lost a child by a senseless, violent act, but I have asked God the same questions the main character, Mack, asked God in relation to my inability to have children.  I have also had a difficult time coming to grips with why God allows suffering in this world.  On a logical level I know we live in a fallen world and because of that suffering occurs as a by-product of the fall; however, my heart has had a difficult time accepting why a loving God would allow suffering…especially the suffering of the most innocent among us.  This book spoke to me deeply on that level and on several other levels.  There were times I thought the author was going to say that there are many paths to God, but when the question is directly posed the author simply says through the God character that people have come to Him from many different religions by stating that they were Muslims, Buddhists, Hindus etc. not that they came through those religions.  There is also lots of reference to reconciliation by Christ’s sacrifice on the cross and whether or not God reconciled the whole world to Himself at that moment, or if that reconciliation was reserved for people who accepted the gift of reconciliation.  It goes a little off the tracks for me at that point because Young does say through the God character that God reconciled the whole world through Christ’s sacrifice, but the path of reconciliation is a two-way highway.  The discussion stops there, and the discussion never occurs as to what happens to the person who doesn’t accept that reconciliation.  With the risk of imposing a little bit of a spoiler here the main character meets his dead father in his vision of Heaven.  Earlier in the book Mack describes his father in detail as a very abusive, alcoholic father that he had to escape from as a young teenager.  His father dies shortly after this and you assume he has died unrepentant…the author does not elaborate on those details.  The God character often alludes to the fact that He is “very fond” of everyone, and when directly questioned about whether unrepentant murderers will be in Heaven you get the impression from the author that they will.

Now, from what I’ve read about the author he is openly a Christian Universalist.  In a nutshell, Christian Universalists believe that when Christ died on the cross  He completely reconciled everyone to God even folks who never accept and/or outright reject this reconciliation. Everyone makes it to Heaven simply because of what Christ accomplished on the cross.  This is opposed to Unitarian Universalists who believe, basically, that if you dream up a way to God it is acceptable.  All paths lead to God, and we all make it to Heaven in the end.

This assertion of a Christian Universalist worldview directly by the author and vaguely in illustrations in the book is part of the reason evangelicals got so fired up in opposition to this book…that and the fact that the author does not directly address sin and hell.  I’d say their objection would be more justified if the author was writing a non-fiction book on theology.  Some believe that the book is heretical based simply on the fact that the author proclaims to be a Christian Universalist.  Personally, I found it far from heretical…a little “out there” at times, but in my humble opinion definitely not heretical.

Now, with the objective review out of the way I’ll give you my subjective review:

I loved it.

It’s definitely in the top three books I have read all year.  The story is very compelling, and honestly, who among us has not desired a vivid vision of God where He answers our most difficult questions?  Even though it was a small book (just under 200 pages) it took me a good week to read, because I kept re-reading what I had just read in order to wrap my brain around it.

The best attribute of the book is its emphasis that knowing God does not come from understanding His actions, but through a relationship with Him.  The importance of relationships both with God and with our loved ones, I believe, the is mission statement of the book.  The book did not change my beliefs in any way, but it changed the way I look at my life and my relationships especially with God.

I would highly recommend that everyone read The Shack and draw their own conclusions.  It’s definitely not an easy read, but it will challenge you both intellectually and spiritually…something I always find refreshing in book.

August 23, 2009

On Caring for Animals…

We witnessed something heart rending on Wednesday, and while my fragile emotions can’t handle telling you the gory details I will simply say we watched a kitten die after being hit by a car.  Just saying that much is enough to get the tears flowing again.  It was horrible beyond explanation.  Fortunately, my husband had the fortitude to deal with it all including the painful duty of giving that little one a respectable burial.

I felt so utterly sad and horrible that evening (complete with chest pains) and immensely angry.  Angry that so many people consider companion animals as disposable items not much more than a cup or a paper bag…when you’re done with them chuck them out the door, because they’re animals right…they can fend for themselves.

Meeting someone with that attitude makes me want to deck them right on the spot.  I really feel deep down in my heart that you cannot trust someone who doesn’t have any feelings towards animals.  I’m not talking about hunters (most of whom respect animals)  I’m talking about people who could care less if their animals are left three days without food or water, or worse yet. the ones who get some sort of thrill out of abusing and killing animals just for the fun of it.  To me…it speaks of unchecked evil in the heart, and I could never befriend or trust them.

I’m not so far off the deep end about animals that I don’t eat meat, but I’m telling you, if I had to do the killing I would be a vegetarian.  I deal with a lot of mixed feelings on the subject.  Sometimes I do feel like a hypocrite.  I know God put certain animals on the earth for human consumption…because our bodies need protein which is very hard to find outside of meat products.  I also know that God put certain creatures on this earth to be companions to humans as evidenced by the fact they are inherantly dependent on humans for a healthy life.  Dogs and cats are a prime example.

I love my cats so much that they are like children to me, and since I never had children it only makes sense I feel this way, but even if I had had children I know my feelings would be  the same.  I have been this way since I was a child.  In a way I wish I were tougher, because I don’t know how to shake off things like what happened the other night.  It haunts me acutely for weeks, and even then I never ever forget it.  My dad accidentally hit my cat with a car back when I was ten years old, and I still can relive that awful memory in my mind like it was yesterday including the fact that I made my dad feel like a complete heel when he already felt bad enough already.  He loved that cat too.

I wish I could quit thinking about that kitten buried in my backyard, but I still see it terrified, flailing and dying on the side of the road .  I find myself wishing to God we could have been 30 seconds earlier, and maybe we could’ve rescued it before it was hit.  However, that was not God’s plan for that little one for whatever reason.

My husband has been convicted to start volunteering with the group that runs the adoption center at our local PetSmart.  Wednesday made that conviction even stronger for him.  So, for the past two days we’ve gone to PetSmart and talked with the volunteers to get idea about what volunteering entails.  The enormity of the homeless pet population in the Charlotte area (especially cats) is overwhelming.  Most of the volunteers foster cats though that’s not a requirement to be a volunteer…to come in and clean cages and play with the animals.

For me just feeding and interacting is a big emotional investment for me.  I have huge reserves of untapped maternal instinct that come gushing out when I see homeless animals, and there are days I cannot even go into a PetSmart adoption center without it becoming an emotional meltdown.   So, to me, volunteering is a huge step.  My husband, on the other hand, lives to go and see the kitties.  It doesn’t make him as sad as it does me, but he always wants to bring one or more home (another potential pitfall of volunteering).

That’s the problem…we have four that we dearly love, but with our busy lifestyle it’s about all we can handle.  For about a year we had five, and to me it was too much.  The lady we talked to last night has 21–some her personal animals and some foster.  I just cannot imagine that many in one house even though I’ve met people who manage that many well.

So, I’m not sure how well I’m going to do with volunteering.  After being there for an hour last night and an hour today I feel very emotionally spent and overwhelmed.  I wish I were a person who could just bask in the fact that I am doing good for the animals I care for there instead of focusing on the fact that the older ones will probably never find forever homes, and even some of the kittens will grow up and live forever in a foster home/shelter situation.

So, now I have to decide I can do it and still remain emotionally intact.  Wish me luck…

August 17, 2009

Julie and Julia

Watch out…here comes one of my movie reviews!

My husband and some of his friends decided last night that they’d go  see the movie District 9.  Since they were meeting at a theater near Ballantyne it made no sense for us to go to church in South Charlotte…have hubby drive me back home to Northwest Charlotte…and then he drive back to South Charlotte for the movie.  Since I’m not into sci-fi movies so much I decided that I’d go see Julie and Julia.  First, we ate a wonderful lunch at City Tavern, did some browsing at Stonecrest Shopping Center, and then I made my way over to the Regal Cinemas since Julie and Julia started approximately 35 minutes before hubby’s movie.

I was not enthusiastic about this at first, because I don’t like to do movies alone.  I love sharing the movie experience with someone.  I think the last time I saw a movie alone was sometime back the 1990s when I went to see The Hunchback of Notre Dame to kill time while waiting for Eddie as he attended Promise Keepers at the Charlotte Motor Speedway (no women allowed).  I think of movies as social affairs…the more the merrier.

Well, I didn’t have to worry about being alone, because the theater was smack full!  The attendees were mostly women and elderly folks, but I’ve never watched a movie with a more pleasant group of people.  It was much better than a theater full of crying kids, or rowdy teenagers which is what Eddie and I usually experience.  I wasn’t sure how good the movie was going to be, because I’ve read some mixed reviews about it.  One reviewer called it a “total bore” while others said it was “delightfully funny” etc. etc.  I’ve learned to take reviewers’ opinions with a grain of salt, because they are basically paid snobs.  I never liked snobs in school, and I certainly don’t like them now.  They take up valuable space in the world in my opinion.

Anyway, Julie and Julia is based on two true stories…the story of Julia Child and the story of Julie Powell.  Both are passionate about cooking, and both want to write in some capacity. Julia Child first aspires to master French Cooking, and then to write a cookbook on French cuisine (in English…evidently…according to the movie before Julia Child’s Mastering the Art of French Cooking there were no French cuisine cookbooks written in English).  Julie Powell dislikes her job as a clerk for a government agency, and would like become a writer.  Julie discovers the world of blogging and decides to blog her way through through Julia Child’s cookbook in a year…cooking the recipes and blogging about the experience.  Both have supportive husbands who support them in doing what they love.  Both have been secretarial workers, and both struggle to reach their culinary and literary goals.  One of the many things I liked about the movie was how it stayed true to the facts of  of Julia’s and Julie’s lives.  While there is humor and drama…it was real.  Some of the things you think might happen don’t, but it’s still a very inspiring movie, and makes you want to find and pursue your true passion.  For more on the plot go here.

The acting…OH MY…THE ACTING!

Meryl Streep is one of the best actresses I’ve ever seen.  She is so versatile and totally pours herself into any role.  She can make you fall in love the character if you’re supposed to love them…like in this movie, or she can make you tremble with fear in the presence of the character…e.g. Devil Wears Prada.  She becomes the character, and her portrayal of Julia Child is no different.  You really forget it’s Meryl Streep on the screen.  I think this might possibly be her best role yet, and it’s my opinion that she at least deserves an Oscar nomination for her role if not an out-right Oscar for Best Actress.

Amy Adams is my new favorite young actress.  She plays a great old-fashioned, all-American girl, and reminds me of actresses from the 1940-50’s era.  She does a great job of portraying the 30-year-old office worker who wants more for her life than just answering calls and filling out insurance forms all day.  I found myself having so much in common with her character .

The supporting actors do a wonderful job too.  It’s a very well rounded cast.

While I think I could’ve watched a movie on the biography of Julia Child alone the story of Julie Powell made it relatable to today’s young woman.

To sum it up…I was feeling kind of depressed today over various things, but after I saw Julie and Julia I feel inspired to pursue my passion(s) again.  I think that’s a testament that a feel-good movie has done it’s job.

Here’s the trailer:

Oh, and how did my hubby like District 9?   Well….the adjectives are too colorful to print in my blog.  Let’s just say he gave it 1 out of 5 stars.  I really think he would’ve loved Julie and Julia a whole lot better, because even though he’s a man’s man he really likes a good chick flick….wink, wink.

Bon Apetite!