The Older Sister (aka Jerilyn)

So, it seems this whole blogging thing has gone a little bit by the wayside. I have not forgotten you though, dear Sandy Sneakers. I have just been preoccupied. It also seems quite narcissistic to be blogging about yourself when there are so many other people to think and care about. So I will write today on my older sister whose turn in the limelight is far overdue.

I met my older sister before my brain had developed a little function called "memory" so I can't really tell you what I thought when I first saw her. I can tell you though, that Jerilyn took it upon herself to make sure my first few days on Earth were anything but comfortable. As an only child, she had apparently gotten a little too accustomed to being the center of attention. I'll just say that Jerilyn got a little jealous of the presents I got for being alive. I guess she thought she deserved them more because she'd accomplished more. Well, it's never too early to learn that life is never that simple.

As I grew up, Jerilyn was always my idol. When she got whispy bangs, I wanted whispy bangs (Thank god I never got them. I'm sorry Jerilyn, but I'm sure you'll agree they were not the loveliest of fashion statements). When her friends came over, I would lie next to her door, ear in the crack, clinging to every word. That ended soon after Jerilyn opened the door and almost flattened me. At least I didn't take a pair of scissors to her prom dress (ah, the infamous Velvet resurfaces once again).

When she left for college, Velvet and I were crushed, but at least we weren't lonely. We missed Jerilyn because she was Jerilyn that almighty force of the Older Sister. Looking forward to next year, I've been thinking about that more often and how, when I leave, I'm going to leave Velvet, not only crushed, but also alone. I guess as a middle child, I just can't imagine what being an Only child could be like. That is an experience my two sisters will have to undertake on their own.

(Darn. I still ended up writing about myself. It seems unavoidable in these blogs. Glargulous. Better luck next time I guess.)

The Science Guy

For an added bit of entertainment, here is a picture to cheer up your day.

Good ole Bill. I never know what he's doing, but that makes him ten times better.

Lessons in Learning

We are watching Hunchback of Notre Dame in Arts and Humanities. We have been at least. For once, I am not complaining. As a longtime Esmerelda Fan (see Heidi: The Collected Memoirs currently distributed in very limited release), I did not question my teacher's statement "It has medieval architecture" as she justified our viewing of the Disney movie. My Arts and Humanities teacher tries to make these justifications as often as possible. In Freshman year, this would have outraged me. I would have gone to my counselor and told them to get me a competent teacher. But I think high school has taught me something. It's better to appreciate those classes that are there to entertain you so that you can maintain sanity when faced with classes like AP Physics. After stumbling through my Newton's Laws of Gravity homework last night, I think I am just about ready for a dose of disfigured and immoral entertainment.

And if that's the lesson my high school chooses to teach, well...school spirit, right?

My Little Sister (per her request)

My little sister's name is Velvet. She is twelve. She smiles all the time. She is allergic to bees and she's vegetarian. She's a pretty good little sister.

I was four when I found out I was going to have a little sister. I decided that her name should be "Brittle" if she was a boy (I think I was thinking of Hansel and Grettle) and "Poptart" if she was a girl. My second choice if she was a girl was "Holly" because I thought it would be so cool to be Heidi and Holly.

On December 20, I woke up at six in the morning (I've always remembered it as six, but all I know for sure is that it was dark) to find Grandaddy standing in our kitchen cooking breakfast.

"Your mom and dad went to the hospital. Your little sister will be here soon," he said.

I yawned. "Okay" and went back to sleep.

My sister Jerilyn and I left to spend the night at Grammom and Grandaddy's house. I don't remember anything from that day except dinner. We had just sat down to eat when the phone rang. It was my mom. "Her name is Velvet," she said.

"Like the fabric?" Jerilyn asked.

"Yes."

I bounced a little on my toes. Thoughts of Heidi and Holly dissipated. "That's the best name ever."

Newspapers or Newsnets?

The increasing number of layoffs in the journalism industry have brought its future into question. More and more people are relying on the internet to attain information and still more are canceling their subscriptions to local newspapers. As the number of paperboys dwindles and seasoned reporters begin cleaning out their desks, we begin to wonder what the industry will resemble in ten years.

The degeneration of newspapers as we know them is, in itself, a devastating event. For decades now, reporters have been collectors of information, committing all their energy to a story but never crossing the line of journalistic discretion. As John Carroll, who made a speech entitled "The Future (We Hope) of Journalism," believes, it was the newspapers' ethical convictions which kept them from reporting sensitive and even damaging material. Now, with tabloids and paparrazi and people blogging (ahem) their opinions no matter how untrue they may be, the line between discretion and a good story has blurred. Instead of fact, so-called news centers relying on gossip to sell - and write - a story. Indifferent to the effect on their subjects, these writers have ruined the lives of countless celebrities, political heads, and average citizens.

However, those who believe that the internet is the way of the future may be correct. Already, a version of most newspapers can be found online. Who would pay for a physical copy of what they can find for free online? With these options, it's obvious why the newspapers are floundering. If they want to succeed, they should require a paid subsciption to their online tools as well. The readers who appreciate legitimate and ethical newspapers will pay for this service and the choice will not have to be made between money and morals.

Obsessed? Just a little.

I am super excited today.

I do not normally listen to the radio, but for the past few weeks, I have been randomly flicking it on and listening with bated breath. Before yesterday, I always switched it off, a dejected sigh just barely contained. Yesterday, though, I turned it on and, after a second of disbelief, began running circles around the house. Mixmas on 94.5 has officially begun.

Okay, I know everyone's saying "But Heidi, you're Jewish!" I recognize that fact. But Christmas is really becoming a nondenominational holiday - in the US at least - and I am probably one of the most avid Christmas fans you will ever meet. I say "one of" because if you meet my little sister, you will find she can give me a run for my money.

I do, however, treat all holidays as if they were created equal (even if they weren't). The radio is therefore going off until after Thanksgiving because I don't think people give the annual day of eating enough credit.

But knowing Christmas is around the corner is going to make it a little difficult to keep the jingles out of my head.

Hey Guys! Pass on Some Christmas Vibes

I've been working on a Christmas card for this little kid named Noah. He's five and he has Neuroblastoma cancer. His family is celebrating Christmas this week (maybe earlier this week, I don't know). I don't think they expect him to last much longer. For Christmas, he asked for a lot of Christmas cards. If you guys want to, send your card to this address:

Noah Biorkman
1141 Fountian View Circle
South Lyon,Mi 48178

They might've already celebrated, but I'm sure they will appreciate cards even if they're late!