Men to name your future child after.

Here I am! 1 week away from my final for this term which includes Restorative Art I  & Business Law I. This term has been a killer, mostly due to my business law class. I don't like to blame anyone but myself on not-so-great grades but my instructor is just (in my mind) trying to bury me! He seems to do everything he can to not communicate with his class and I have to wonder if I am the only person having this issue. He never updates us on when a exam is coming up and it isn't on our class calender. Every other class I have had has at least told us the week we will be having an exam. Regardless of this, I am usually pretty proactive about checking my class page and yet some how I always miss them and get a message the following week saying: "Hello Sarah, Why have you not submitted your exam from last week? I have left the exam open for you to take but points will be marked off for lateness". Every time I get this message, I am pretty sure a bit of steam escapes my head. 

On a less negative note, I thought I would include some beautiful (in my mind) men who I would name my future sons after;

Alfred Hitchcock

Bela Lugosi

& World's most beautiful man...

Vincent Price !

Planning ahead can make a difference in the end.

"You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.

And at one point you'd hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.

And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.

And you'll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know your energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you're just less orderly. Amen. " - Aaron Freeman

Absolutely one of my favorite things I've read regarding mourning and grief. Positive and a little mesmerizing if you open your mind to everything.It's scientific and engaging and gahhh! I could go on forever. Just enjoy the beautiful-deathly-greatness.

Resurrect Dead

Justin Duerr- Resurrect Dead: The Mystery of the Toynbee Tiles (2011)

Netflix is great for a lot of things. Ok...so not a lot of things unless you're into bootleg children's movies but it is pretty good for documentaries !

I came across today what I would call a thriller-documentary called 'Resurrect Dead: The Mystery of the Toynbee Tile'. It followed Philadelphia native Justin Duerr and his team on trying to find out more about the mysterious tiles that were found in large quantities around the major cities on the east coast of the U.S. and a few cities in South America. The meaning of the text on the tile described and the chase for the information was awesome and I can totally see how Mr. Duerr found himself so enthralled in the same thing. I found myself wishing I can an amazing urban myth I could wrap myself into. 

The great part of this really was the meaning in the words. The tile read: 

"TOYNBEE IDEA 

IN MOViE`2001

RESURRECT DEAD

ON PLANET JUPITER"

Toynbee was a British historian from the early 1900s known mostly for his studies on the rise and fall of civilization. He also had theories on dead molecules and how they could be brought back together to resurrect the dead! Cute idea, Toynbee...real cute...His theory was brought together with Stanley Kubrick's film, 2001: Space Odyssey on the tile to alert that media that the dead molecules of a human could be brought to Jupiter's massive gaseous state to rearrange them in such a way that they would be able to be resurrected. The theory in itself is great to play around with in your head but is of course not much more than the ramblings of a lonely 'bird-man'. None the less, I really did love this documentary and it kept my attention through out, which is hard to do because as a youth in this country...I do have an iphone.

Back in the word blogging loop.

Salutations! I am no stranger to the written word blogging platform but it has been a hot minute, I'll tell you that. I had my head stuck in multi-media blogging (grr, tumblr) for a while but I'm already more comfortable here so I'll update with my current 'what's what'.

My name is Sarah, which is pretty boring as far as names go. 'Princess' is the meaning and I can't say I fit that but meh...a name is a name! I'm 21 years old and that isn't too interesting either. I'm fairly young for where I am in my life and in general anyways. I'm living in the south at the moment and it happens to be the worst part about me (probably..). Upstate New York is home and where I will be returning fairly shortly which brings me to the giver of my last name...

His name would be Thomas. We met when I was 17 and he was 19. Goooood times o_~ He is pretty much the coolest guy on the planet, as he puts up with me and that is almost all that needs to be said. He explores grave yards with me and puts up with all my crazy (which is a good deal). He is currently in the U.S. Army. It's not where we want to be... location wise, job wise, life wise. He made the choice to join the military when he was 21 (3 years ago). I could tell you all the ways it is not a good idea to make such a large choice on a whim but I'll just let it rattle around in your brain. He is pushing through with the choice he made at the moment because 1. He made a commitment and he does tend to follow through, 2. The education they are providing him WILL be very valuable, and 3. The security of pay and insurance is important to us. We however do not agree with the military, the war, or any of the ridiculous politics that go along with just being a solider or even being married to one. I've gotten in hot water with your every day 'Army wife' for not 'standing behind my flag' or however you want to paint being patriotic. I do not love my country and really do hope to move on some day soon so I can simply stop hearing 'love it or leave it'.  Thomas will be deploying again for the second time in the fall which is when I will be returning home to New York.

The most obsessive part of me lies in my career path. I'm currently in school to work in the wonderful and beautiful death industry. I eat, sleep and breath death and decay. It is literally as bright and cheerful as it doesn't sound. I'm not quite half way through my edu-ma-cation yet but it doesn't get any less exciting for me  every day, I'll tell you that. I haven't had the chance yet to be hands on with my niche but hope to soon. The small town I am living in now not only has only 2 funeral homes but due to it being a military town, we have very few funerals (I would know...I live right next to the 1 cemetary). With very few locals, bodies are often shipped back to hometowns which makes for light work for the in-town directors and embalmers. I'll be searching in the fall for an internship to get some experience building up. In January I will be traveling to my school, in Pittsburgh, PA, to do my restorative arts and embalming labs. It'll be exciting and undoubtedly awkward, because that is who I am! I talk with my fellow death-mates every day on my class forum but most are older and have already been working in family owned homes for months. They could probably embalm in their sleep (...totally legally). It's a little unnerving to be trying to get my land legs around those technically 'on my level' are walking just fine. I shall persevere. 

That is where I am at now so back to your regularly scheduled program.