Friday was a long, intense, and crazy day for me. I didn’t get any writing done, and I wasn’t able to post anything (even my daily haiku!), and I couldn’t be happier.
I spent ten glorious hours working on helping to build an interactive, modern version of the Stations of the Cross that my church creates every year for Easter. Called “The Way of the Cross,” the theme and the stations are vastly different every year, but the principle never changes: you get to physically walk through the final week in Jesus’ life in a guided, maze-like setting, and discover a deepening of your spiritual understanding. Whether you simply walk away having learned something factual you never knew before, or you walk away wishing to give your life to Christ, everyone has a different experience, everyone has a different take-away, and that’s what makes it so beautiful and amazing. Whether you feel something or nothing, no one will judge you because we are all walking different paths in life–everyone experiences this differently–and that’s okay.
I recently (and finally) became acquainted with Tetris—the Classic version from the video game granddaddy, Nintendo.
I never played as a child. Shocker as that may seem for an ’80s baby, my parents simply did not invest in any video games for us kids. Not that they couldn’t afford it, but we had a bit of a traditionalist upbringing; we were perfectly content to play in the mud with our Tonka trucks and pop wheelies on our dirt bikes and build forts in trees. Thus, my parents were satisfied with giving us more of an outdoor childhood and stealthily managed to avoid the “all-my-kids-want-are-video-games” 18-year financial fiasco. That being said, I somehow managed to stay up-to-par with most of the popular video games and technological trends, often playing games at friends’ houses, or checking out my peers’ new gadgets they brought with them to school.
But the mighty Tetris evaded me. It was like the Rubik’s Cube of the video game world; everyone is impressed by it, enraptured by it, and jealous of the warriors who’ve conquered it. Maybe I sold myself short, simply assuming I could never master it (or get past Level 1 for that matter) due to my over-reactive thumbs. Or maybe I was just too lazy to try the darn thing. Either way, I never touched the Godfather of video game puzzles.
What kind of ginger would I be if I didn’t include some of the most fascinating facts about my species? I’ve compiled a list of random facts about redheads, found on none other than the 100% trustworthy interwebness. Enjoy! Natural red hair is harder to dye than other shades. Headstrong as it is, ginger hair holds its pigment much firmer than any other hair color. If redheads desired to dye their hair to any other color (why would you?), it would only have a noticeable difference after bleaching the hair beforehand. Otherwise, the color won’t take. Bleaching, of course, is…