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Wednesday, January 6, 2021

News Trend A Good Sunday Evening|Actual

As I sit down to write tonight, a half-dozen ideas are ping-pinging around in my head:

I could tell you a story about the art I made this weekend.

Or the excitement in my cats' lives as I dragged their favorite old broken-down wicker chair back out to a sunny corner of the patio.

I've got some pretty pictures of fresh flowers on my camera roll that would be perfect for sharing.

Plus I had an interesting adventure to watch the U.S. Women's Hockey team practice for the upcoming world championships. They're working out in my backyard, so to speak, at the Everett Events Cebter and you can go watch them for free any night this week.

But honestly, I don't really feel like talking about any of that.

I'd much rather drink in the last peaceful minutes of this good Sunday evening and wish you a blessedly normal and happy new week ahead.

News Trend How To Style Bookshelves* |Actual

* In Real Life

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Today, I tackled the job of dusting and restyling my library bookshelves.

Whoa now. You know I didn't just run a fiber cloth across the whole arrangement, and call it a day.

No, no, no. Bookcases demand much more effort and intention than that.

What we need, here in the new millennium, are bookshelves that are arranged - nay, curated - to showcase artsy collections of carefully layered items of decor in prescribed and complicated ways.

There are innumerable articles and videos threatening to tip over the internet that purport to teach us exactly how to perfect this. And while I'm always open to new ideas, I find that many of the styling tips I read online do not jive with reality.

So allow me to offer my own bookshelf styling hints and tips, starting with the best that the design world has to offer but adapted to work my very own real life.

Step 1: Organize your books

Start by emptying your shelves. Dust them thoroughly and then carefully add back only your favorite and most cherished volumes.

First off, do not - repeat do not! - empty your bookshelves. The teetering piles of unshelved books will overwhelm your workspace and your motivation, and if you're like me, you will either give up and go watch the fifth season of Psych yet again, or risk death by avalanching books. That's a slippery slope we never want to face, Instead, just dust one small section at a time, scooting out a handful of books and wiping them down and the shelf underneath as best you can without ever actually taking them down off the shelf.

Now, at this phase it's important to be realistic about your inventory. In my case, I need to wrap my head around the fact that my bookcases are full of books. Sometimes, I wish I was working with nothing more than a half dozen sleek leather-bound volumes of poetry, or a stack of glossy photo essays on graphic design, but friends, that is simply not the case.

My shelves house approximately one billion sun-bleached, serious-slash-boring-looking books.

Most of this collection belongs to my husband and includes autobiographies of Washington, Jefferson, Robert E. Lee, Winston Churchill and Henry Kissinger. There are handfuls of books about military planes, famous generals and illustrated battles. We also happen to own a full set of the Rise and Fall of the Roman Empire. Not even kidding.

The simple truth is that my bookcases are probably always going to be jammed full of these no-nonsense books.

And while these are important books and useful books and books that I am perfectly proud to own, they are in no stretch of the imagination pretty books. So, in the spirit of compromise that marriage demands, I turn most of them around to hide their drab navy and maroon bindings, and work from there.

Step 2: Add artwork

Gather up a collection of framed artwork to be propped up in the empty spaces between the books, or layered in front of the books. These pieces will add visual interest and draw the eye to different depths along the shelves.

This is a lovely idea.

I can just imagine sweet watercolors and hand-drawn pen-and-ink sketches, tucked here and there among the volumes. Truthfully, I've optimistically experimented with this technique, to a single result.

Too cluttery.

Those aforementioned bazillion backwards books of mine go a long way in filling in my available bookshelf real estate, and any framed pieces that attempt to join the mix are simply trampled underfoot and end up as visual clutter.

No bueno.

So, what with necessity being the mother of invention and all, I've developed an alternative approach: I use strategically colored books to fill in the gaps.

I know, I know. Displaying books by color is so 2007, but I'm sold on this trick. Choosing a limited color palette, I drag myself through the thrift stores until I amass a substantial hoard, and then use these treasures to accomplish the same goal. The punctuation of the fresh colors - especially among the backwards books on my shelves - creates the desired visual interest and keeps the eye moving along, just as the framed art is meant to do.

Step 3: Mix it up!

Bring in an assortment of vases, bowls, sculpture, collections in a variety of shapes, materials and textures, to mix among the books and art on the shelves. Shop your house for interesting objects. Edit carefully to achieve a harmonious look.

This step is often a curse and a blessing for bookcase stylists. Because there are an infinite number of objects available in the universe for such purposes, and countless ways to arrange them.  Honestly, the whole process can become a labyrinth of options and on more than once occasion have I rearranged the same ten items over and over, desperately seeking but never quite managing to achieve styling nirvana.

So my mantra here is simple: don't take this part of the process too seriously. The shelves look fine.

Also, beware of the treacherous advice about shopping the house.

No, no, no, I say. This is a terrible idea. Because if I wander past the living room coffee table and lift a knick-knack to carry away to my library bookshelves, I am creating a new problem. The empty space on that coffee table is going to haunt me until I am driven to pull some other curio from my dining room cupboard, to be replaced by an ornament off the kitchen counter, to be filled in by something from some other room...

You see the problem.

Do not - repeat do not! - set off this chain of decor dominoes unless you fully intend to drive yourself mad, and turn every room in the house upside down in the process. Trust me, I have been there and I have done that. It's not pretty.

Honestly, when I find myself a bit short on trinkets for a styling project, I've learned that the wisest solution is to hop on over to Target or Urban Outfitters or Hobby Lobby or Value Village or wherever it is that I'm most likely to find choice tidbits, and drop a few dollars on something new.

My family, who has waited out many a late dinner because of my errant "shop the house" exploits, firmly supports this strategy. They will, on occasion, even drive me to the store and place objects in my hands, saying, Yes, buy it. Life will be so much simpler if you do.

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So I made good progress on my shelves today. The basic books are dusted and tentatively arranged on the clean shelves. My arsenal of red-, yellow- and orange-covered volumes stand arrayed across the couch, and my heap of tchotchkes is ready and waiting.

Honestly, I got all the boring work done and was just about to start in on the fun stuff when this happened:

Today's work session was cut short by a red-haired gentleman who showed up at my door, expressing great certainty that walk time had arrived. He was right. I can't say no to that earnest little face.

But come tomorrow, I shall style the crap out of those bookshelves. Just you wait and see.

News Trend Good Hope|Actual

My house is trashed right now.

We're in the middle of a painting project so the contents of one half of house have been dumped in the other half.

And in the midst of that moving process, I discovered water damage to one of the walls. So now the painting project, in all of its drop-clothed and masking-taped glory, is on hold while we march in a team of moisture abatement specialists to deal with the water issue.

Undoubtedly, that problem stems from the master shower. So the chaos will soon be stretching an ugly tentacle upstairs as we face the much needed and long overdue demo of half our bathroom and who knows how much reconstruction work.

As Ranger and I sit in the disheveled family room this morning, staring at a soggy hole in the wall and waiting for the workman to come, my eyes found a miracle. Tucked into the corner, as yet untouched by these wild winds of change, one little bookcase sits quiet and serene.

This oasis of normal makes me happy and gives me good hope in the midst of this mess.

Tuesday, January 5, 2021

News Trend The Great Seattle Graffiti Wall|Actual

During the photo-posting extravaganza that was my fourth-born's golden birthday celebration, I came across this shot of my then-fifteen-year-old, impersonating a T in front of an amazing wall of graffiti.

Memories quickly came rolling in as I recalled the day that I went by myself in pursuit of this legendary place.

Yes, my daughters accompanied me on my second trip to the wall, but the first trip was a solo run. When they heard that I was going alone to explore the back side of a warehouse in a gritty city neighborhood, they all questioned my sanity. But when they saw the photos and heard the amazing story that I brought home, the only question on their minds was whether we could go back the next day.

Those photos of mine popped right up on on my Facebook laman, where I shared them as part of an ongoing digital tour of Seattle, undertaken to give my Malaysian friends a first-had look at my city. Here are my favorite excerpts from that album, along with the original captions from July 20, 2009:

^ so one day nasir and i were talking about street art and graffiti, and it got me to thinking about this place i'd heard of, called the great seattle graffiti wall.

The story goes that down in the industrial part of seattle, the owners of a warehouse decided to allow graffiti on their building...And that it was a pretty amazing thing to see.

So today i decided to go see for myself. I found the front of the warehouse, painted ugly grey...But as i walked toward the back, i saw this wrting on the building and knew i was in the right place.

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^ this is the full view of the back of the warehouse. the art literally covers every bit of the building that you can see from this shot. it was such a blast of energy and color...i couldn't believe my eyes.

^ i took some shots of the building, just to help you get oriented. then i went crazy on close-ups.

^ from this shot, you can get an idea of how there are just layers and layers of designs.

^ "Paint runnin in my veins - like a vet staring at trains.

And then, this happened:

^ ok this pic has a very special story that goes with it. I already told it to nur bahiyah so she will help me tell it to you:

streicher.Diane: so i was at this graffiti wall today, right?

Streicher.Diane: i was alone behind this warehouse

streicher.Diane: near railroad tracks

streicher.Diane: no one around

Nur Bahiyah: yeah

streicher.Diane: but a man sitting in like a big SUV

streicher.Diane: it was kinda freaky but i just walked along and took all my pics

streicher.Diane: and i hear a voice saying...Hey, lady

streicher.Diane: which, first of all, let me say... LOLZ

streicher.Diane: 'lad'?

Streicher.Diane: 'lady'*?

Streicher.Diane: that just makes me laugh

streicher.Diane: but anyway i turn around, and this gangsta ish man is walking over to me

streicher.Diane: crap

Nur Bahiyah: oh god

Nur Bahiyah: then

streicher.Diane: i say, yes?

Streicher.Diane: and he says, why are you taking pictures

streicher.Diane: and i said cuz i think its really cool

streicher.Diane: he is standing by me now

streicher.Diane: and he says, wait here

streicher.Diane: and he starts walking back to his truck

streicher.Diane: im like...Oh shoot, hes gonna get me

streicher.Diane: but he takes a bag out of the back

Nur Bahiyah:

Nur Bahiyah: what is in the bag?

Streicher.Diane: and i realize right away that its a bag of spray paint can

Nur Bahiyah: pictures?

Streicher.Diane: cans*

Nur Bahiyah: ohh ok ok

streicher.Diane: and he says....Im gonna teach you how to paint

streicher.Diane: hehehehehehehe

Nur Bahiyah:

Nur Bahiyah: thats cool

streicher.Diane: it was AWESOME

Nur Bahiyah: so you learn how to paint it eh?

Streicher.Diane: yes

streicher.Diane: he was gonna write my name for me

streicher.Diane: but he only got the D finished and he had to leave

streicher.Diane: but he told me to buy some paint and come back

streicher.Diane: he wants to see my name on that wall

Nur Bahiyah: have u take the D's picture?

Streicher.Diane: of course

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So that is the story of how I learned to paint graffiti from a straight-up Escalade-driving g at the Great Seattle Graffiti Wall. And while I do not expect to ever top that experience in my whole entire life, I must say that the next day's visit, with two of my daughters and one splendid niece, was pretty darn special too.

News Trend The Gifts Of Easter|Actual

This is how much God loved the world:

He gave his Son, his one and only Son.

The very best thing about Easter, I think, is that it offers a gift for everyone in the whole wide world.

The point of the whole 'Jesus dying on a cross and then raising from the dead' drama was to demonstrate God's crazy love and bottomless forgiveness for human beings.

All human beings. God loves the whole world.

And this is why: so that no one need be destroyed; by believing in him,

anyone can have a whole and lasing life.

God made one thing very clear - he didn't put Jesus up on a cross to die just to save

Jesus' friends and followers,

the future self-proclaimed Christians, or

the perfect people in the world.

God loves each and every one of us.

He let Jesus die for each and every one of us.

Doesn't really matter how we might feel about God.

He adores us all exactly as we are and he wants us all to live in love, joy, peace and hope.

God didn't go to all the trouble of sending his Son merely

to point an accusing finger, telling the world how bad it was.

He came to help, to put the world right again.

God offers you and me his unending, unfathomable love and forgiveness, and what we decide to do about that is completely up to us.

So we are free to practice any religion we want:

Judaism,

Islam,

Hinduism, Buddhism, Taoism,

Christianity,

Or no religion at all.

God gives each and every one of us the freedom to chose.

Anyone who trusts in him is acquitted.

But if we decide that we want to claim his promise of boundless love and infinite forgiveness, well, that offer is always on the table.

And all we need to do to receive the joyful gifts of Easter is to simply reach out and take them.

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More Easter stories? Yes.

Easter All Over Again

About Easter

Ham Dinner

New Life

The Gifts Of Easter

What I Know About Easter

What Is Easter Dinner?

Easter Dinner

Good Friday

Maundy Thursday

Easter Morning In Malaysia

Easter Eats

The Very Colorful Easter Art

Better Than Bunnies Part Two

Better Than Bunnies Part One

News Trend Life Of A Math Teacher: Little Brothers|Actual

An adorable boy, surrounded by people who love him.

"Five...Six...Seven...Where's eight? Where's eight???"

As I stepped into my student's home for our Tuesday algebra lesson, I was met with an interesting sight.

A seven-year-old boy in a fuzzy blue bathrobe buzzed like a bee at the far end of the dining room table. Scattered in front of him were a set of algebra workbooks numbered - you guessed it - from one to ten, and our hero was frantically arranging them in chronological order.

Dropping my bags at my usual seat, I walked down to Marshall's end to watch him work.

"I'm putting my brother's books in order," he explained.

"But you are still looking for number eight," I observed.

"Yes. Eight, eight, EIGHT!" He pulled the book out of the heap and waved it triumphantly.

"And here's nine...And ten!" Proudly, he fanned the books in sequential order but then a storm cloud passed onto his face.

"Where's four?"

As he scrambled through the neatly arranged books, checking and double-checking the number on each cover, I noticed that underneath the pile lay one last book, its pages opened and its cover hidden, mostly buried by the rest of the collection. Without comment, I pulled the top edge of the booklet up an inch or two to subtly make its presence known.

He noticed it right away. "What's THIS?" he burst out as he whisked the book off the table and flipped it shut to read the title number, all in one fluid motion.

"FOUR!! I found them all!"

As Marshall finalized his arrangement with a flourish, his fourteen-year-old sister and I exchanged a quiet smile and, assuming Marshall would soon be moving off to new adventures, we sat down together to begin our lesson.

But within moments, we realized that Marshall had other plans.

Seating himself across from me, with his sister sandwiched between us at the head of the table, Marshall ceremoniously opened up a three-ring binder that was literally bursting with a fresh load of loose-leaf paper, picked up a pencil and looked at me expectantly.

Clearly, this math lesson had just become a threesome.

I smiled at him encouragingly then turned my attention to his sister and launched into my spiel.

Right away, I noticed him eyeing my box of colored markers. Moving them to within his arm's reach, I invited him to help himself. Then I picked up one for myself and wrote at the top of my page:

Lesson 119.

I jumped into my lecture on the merits of the quadratic formula; from the corner of my eye, I noticed Marshall writing intently. After a few moments, he stopped and stared at me, clearly seeking my attention.

"Yes, Marshall?"

He silently turned his book round and presented it to me. Across the top of his laman, marked in sturdy second-grade penmanship read "Lesson 119."

I fought back the urge to run around the table and hug him.

"Hey, nice work." I said. He beamed.

Three minutes later, we repeated the cycle. This time, he had boldly added "lima x 20 = 100."

"That's right," said his sister. "Good job."

No longer feigning interest in his own calculations, Marshall simply sat and stared as we plowed on through our equations. He followed our give-and-take with rapt attention, and when his sister asked him to help us - "Marshall, what's two plus six?" - he practically sprang from his seat as he belted out the answer.

Right around this time, his mom popped her head into the room to deliver some news: "Marshall, you were too sick to go to school this morning but I think you're feeling a lot better now. So let's get you some lunch and I'll run you over to school for the afternoon."

"Okay," Marshall replied agreeably.

But once Mom had disappeared back into the kitchen, he turned to his sister and me and confided, "I don't need to go to kid school anymore. I'm ready for teenager school with you."

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I love teaching math. The calculations and computations bring me pleasure, and opening my students' minds to these puzzles and processes is sheer joy. This exciting journey and oftentimes considerable challenge is what gets us math teachers out of bed in the morning.

But to step into my students' homes and directly share in the ups and downs of their daily life - that is a special privilege and a blessing that few teachers get to enjoy. I never take for granted the intimate and personal connection that I make with my students and their families.

And while this story of a math-loving boy is delightful on any level, I want to share one more detail. Though he has been welcomed and accepted and loved as much as any son, Marshall is a foster child in this family. It's been just six months since he was taken from chaos and placed in this stable, loving environment, and to see him bloom and grow as he has just fills my heart with hope and joy.

I'm already dreaming of the day when he will be my student too.

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Read more stories about my life as a math teacher:

Social Distancing

Playing With A Full Deck

The (Math) Joke's On Me

Sharing Life

Little Brothers

Sweet Inspiration

My Hero

What I Do

Number 15

Christmas Edition

3.1415926

Buy It And Burn It

In Honor Of James K. Polk

House Tours

My Deep Gladness

Isolating The Radical

By The Numbers

Teaching My Own: High School Art And Algebra

Monday, January 4, 2021

News Trend A Long-Distance Easter Basket|Actual

The Easter Bunny either doesn't know or doesn't care that my third-born is living in Vietnam again this year. Because on his special day of celebration, he filled her basket with all the usual sweet treats and hid it for her in the dining room, along with her sisters' surprises.

Sometimes, when I am staring in the face of the fact that my daughter is far across the ocean from me, a little bit of denial gets me through the day.