Hi, My name is Lisa.

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I'm home from my Spanish mission adventure and will continue to write about life and the continuing journey.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Black Friday

Black Friday. A pivotal day in the life of Lisa. Mom wants a digital camera for Christmas. Dad and I scoured the ads looking for the best one at the best price. We found it. Circuit City. Lisa was designated the person (I actually volunteered) to be the person to be in line at 5am to get this camera. I was excited...I'd never done the Black Friday thing before. I got home about 11pm. I layed out my clothes for the next day, set my alarm clock for 4:15am and went to bed. I dozed in and out until 2am. This dozing was accompanied with short dreamettes about me being in a store, claustrophobic in the middle of hundreds of people and they are all trying to grab the boxes out of my arms. The more I dozed, the more this dream seemed reality. I finally broke into a sweat about 2am and laid in bed trying to think of one good reason why I was going to get up in two hours and go the Circuit City to buy a camera. I couldn't think of any. The only reason I could think of is mom...it's for mom...but the practical side of me kicked in and I remembered that it's not like if I don't get up at 4am then she's not going to get a camera. She's still gonna get it...it'll just be more expensive. So when I felt peace about my decision, I leaned over, turned the alarm clock off and dozed into a peaceful sleep. About 9:30 I woke up. Got ready. Went to Circuit City only to find of course this hot item was sold out. I bought some other stuff. Went to a couple more stores. Went home. Felt fine about my day. I did, however, have to call my dad and tell him what a loser I was and how I'd failed to get the camera. He was ok with it. Like most dads would be. But what I learned about myself was that stuff just isn't that important. The hustle and bustle isn't worth it. It's worth it to me to spend extra money for more convenience. I'm normal, right?

Friday, November 18, 2005

The Great Equalizer


I work in a clean room, as you all know. The Gortex white clean room suits (sometimes affectionately called "Bunny Suits") are the greatest thing to human equality since the smile. Meaning the smile is something that all humans have in common, something that has no language barrier, and something that draws us all together in harmonious bliss. Now not all humans will have the privilege of wearing a white clean room suit in their lifetime, but if they had, the equality would nonetheless be very apparent.

The white clean room suit (I will henceforth refer to as "Nash") is a full jumpsuit type garment with long sleeves, long legs, and a zipper up the front to the neck. Nash is perfectly white with just a hint of sheen (so the particles and "dirty" things just bounce right off). The accompanying booties and helmet only add to the all-white ensemble. Put on some latex gloves and you're fabulously good to go.

Now the perfection of Nash and the resulting equality it gives comes from the fact that he is always at least one size too big for the person wearing him. This creates lots of wrinkles and folds in Nash while worn. Every single person will have a bulge of Nash perfection around the midsection. Whether this bulge is above the belt or below the belt doesn't matter. The extra material has to go somewhere, so it overlaps and sticks out. There is no getting around this. When I first started working here and was getting to know Nash, I would try to fold it over and tuck the extra material under my belt because it was embarrassing and I thought it made me look fat. This was not only ridiculus, but completely unnecessary. As I soon discovered, EVERYONE had the same bulge and no one else seemed to care. Therefore, I learned not to care.

Nash is so commonplace that no second thought is given to him except on Monday morning when you hear the groans coming from those having to put him on or on special days when upon arriving at work a person finds that a brand new Nash has been hung on their hanger. The brand new Nash is crisp and shiney and will take a few washing before it's only two sizes too big. You only get a new Nash when yours has become dirty or torn. The chemical stains or the rips only diminish it's equalization ability and therefore must be disposed of immediately.

The large size of Nash also contributes to another phenomenon I like to call "equalization among all parties". It does not matter a person's background, a person's lot in life, a person's personality, or the color and style of one's shirt. When hidden underneath Nash, all become equal. There is no clothing brand or style, no haircut, no skin color. Everyone is brought to even playing field underneath the bright white Gortex and extra material flapping in the breeze. (Yes, there's a breeze in the clean room. Maybe next time I will explain Laminar Air Flow".) A person can be completely awkward, inadequately socialized, or smell bad or unhealthily self conscious. When under the protection of Nash, a person can reinvent themselves and become someone completely different. There's freedom behind the white suit. There's protection. The sense of equality transforms a person. A young girl who is constantly fussing about how she looks all of a sudden is free from this concern because not only is it acceptable to be wearing Nash, but everyone looks the same in him anyway. A man who is shy or not very good with the ladies all of a sudden becomes outgoing and witty and will wink and smile when before he couldn't. Nash makes things easy. Nash makes things equal.

It is fun and wonderful to observe human interaction under the cover of Nash. When the environment and the attire are all one color and everyone is equalized under the same garb, the world is a different place. Instead of looking at a person's clothes or makeup or being distracted by their mannerisms, all that can be noticed is a person's voice, a person's hard work, and the gait by which they carry themselves. A completely different set of judgements can be made off of those. Judgements as well as jokes, but that's for another time.

If you ever have the opportunity to visit a clean room and wear your version of Nash, I highly recommend it. It will change how you view human kind. It will change how you view the world.

Monday, November 07, 2005

Too much

I haven't posted in a while because I can't seem to decide on what to blog about. There's too much. I could write about the things God's teaching me...about how I can't fix everything or about how the only thing I can really do is just sit back and let God fix things. I could talk about my crazy mouth and all the wire in it and how I had a dream that my teeth fell out and grew back as fingernails. I could write about how busy I am and how I so easily replace time with God with always doing something. I could write about how frustrated I am with the lack of decent guys in my life. I could write about how AWESOME my small group is at church and how being there every time with them lights up my world. I could write about how I went shopping this past weekend and bought this dress that's hot. I could write about how my oldest and dearest friend in the whole world is PREGNANT!!! I could write about how good God is and how sitting down sometimes and just praising Him for being so good is the cure for all of life's problems. That's a good one. I'll leave it with that.