Monthly Archives: September 2006

Oh, Degrassi!

The newest season on Degrassi started last night on The N. There’s a new intro to the show that features the same song, sans lyrics. I don’t really like it. (watch it…here!) I am excited to see what they are going to do now that half of the cast is at college. I think this is going to the Go-there-iest season so far. Even more Go-there-y than when Jimmy got shot by Rick, before shooting himself. And that was pretty Go-there-y.

We wrapped principal photography for our 48 Hour Film Project around seven tonight. I should be editing now, but instead I’m sitting around with my room mates.

I called and talked to Grace for a while today. She seems to be doing well, and she told me that she might be able to go home for a little while on Wednesday. She also said that her soccer team came to visit her today, and that everyone at the hospital is very nice. Aunt Kathy said they are coming up from Texas for Thanksgiving. I am really looking forward to seeing them.

Also: My name is not Babs.

Thank you Panera.

Using free wireless. Yay! I don’t like their select blend of coffee this morning, though. I like the free visitor center coffee better.

This morning at work I managed to go an entire shift without getting marker all over my hands. The last pass I wrote out proved to be the messiest, and I do have blue spots on my skin now. Grrreat.

I am still disgustingly behind in my script analysis class. Hopefully I’ll catch up this morning.

I got word from my cousin Sarah last night. Grace woke up fine from surgery. We find out today about the tumor. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

After work in the shower, I thought about the difference between information and knowledge. I think that my brain is filled with mostly information. The way I compute that information determines whether or not it becomes knowledge. (Or so I’ve decided.)

Go listen to Old Crow Medicine Show. You can thank me later.

My cousin Grace went into the hospital this morning for some surgery. She has been coughing up blood, and they found a tumor on her lung. It was removed, and all is relatively well. In the next few days, we find out if the tumor was cancerous.

Please pray for her recovery, and for my family.

On Turning Ten by Billy Collins

The whole idea of it makes me feel
like I’m coming down with something,
something worse than any stomach ache
or the headaches I get from reading in bad light–
a kind of measles of the spirit,
a mumps of the psyche,
a disfiguring chicken pox of the soul.

You tell me it is too early to be looking back,
but that is because you have forgotten
the perfect simplicity of being one
and the beautiful complexity introduced by two.
But I can lie on my bed and remember every digit.
At four I was an Arabian wizard.
I could make myself invisible
by drinking a glass of milk a certain way.
At seven I was a soldier, at nine a prince.

But now I am mostly at the window
watching the late afternoon light.
Back then it never fell so solemnly
against the side of my tree house,
and my bicycle never leaned against the garage
as it does today,
all the dark blue speed drained out of it.

This is the beginning of sadness, I say to myself,
as I walk through the universe in my sneakers.
It is time to say good-bye to my imaginary friends,
time to turn the first big number.

It seems only yesterday I used to believe
there was nothing under my skin but light.
If you cut me I could shine.
But now when I fall upon the sidewalks of life,
I skin my knees. I bleed.

(That’s my favorite poem. I wanted to share. I also want to thank Mr. Barry Peters for introducing me to Billy Collins. And also for a new-found love of poetry. I am sorry that this thank you is three years late.)

I’ve been having a lot of trouble remembering tasks. I owe an apology to Alex Bean; I forgot to go to the Student Organization Suite meeting with him this afternoon. I have also been forgetting what day it is. My schedule is changing a little this week, I am adding two more shifts out at the VIC. Eek.


After script analysis yesterday afternoon, I got a frantic phone call from Marie, telling me that the new Ben Kweller disc had finally arrived–only two days late. I rushed home, opened it, and Marie, Meg and I danced until pop culture class. The album is amazing. Ben Kweller has not let me down once, between his three albums and three live shows I have attended. As mentioned before, he is playing in Detroit as well as Columbus next month, and I am being irresponsible and taking time off from classes to see those two shows. I had to draw the line at seeing him in Cincinnati (which was rough.)

Joey came over last night. He brought season one of Dinosaurs, and we watched our Ben Kweller on Conan. We also picked up Candice from the news room and listened to “Danger! High Voltage!” in the car and laughed a lot. The girls from Apartment 14 hope that Joey comes over more often, because he is fun.

Work this morning has been fairly busy for a Friday morning before 9AM. There’s some sort of conference this morning at the union, so there are lots of people coming in and asking for parking passes. I also need to make sure that I’m getting enough sleep before my 7-10 shifts. This morning I did not let myself have a cup of the free coffee we offer at the VIC until 8:00. I’m trying not to be such a slave to caffeine, and I have figured out that there is a direct connection between the headaches I’ve been getting and my caffeine consumption.

Weekend plans? My classmate, and fellow UFO member, Erik is wrestling on Ohio News Network tonight, so some people are all getting together to cheer on “Hobo Joe.” It should be a good time.

A song that really makes me feel great:
Mushaboom by Feist

mac and cheese

My mother recently sent me my grandmother’s recipe for my favorite dish ever. I guess I’m growing up now that my mother sends me recipes. Hopefully the next one I get is for stuffing.

Lydia Mae’s Macaroni and Cheese Casserole

1 pound tube pasta, cooked for 6 minutes
1 1/2 pounds cheese (Colby, cheddar, combo), shredded
1/2 pound mozzarella cheese, shredded
1/2 cup Parmesan cheese, grated
4 eggs
4 cups milk
Salt, to taste

Pre-heat oven to 425
Put 1/2 pasta in casserole dish.
Sprinkle Parmesan, 1/2 mozzarella, and 1/2 Colby cheeses on top of pasta.
Add rest of pasta on top, as well as the remaining cheese.
Beat together egg, milk, and salt, pour over dish.
Bake for ten minutes at 425, then turn temperature down to 325, bake for 45 minutes.


Also: Marie and I have been watching Rosanne just about every afternoon. It’s really a great show.

That’s right. I’m a Bevens.

This morning I got to sleep in (all the way to 7:20!) I switched shifts with one of my co-workers so that I could help good ol’ Matt F. out with some interviews at PBS. While conducting the interviews, I decided that I want to interview everyone in my family. I’m not sure what I would do with all the hours of footage, but at least I would have it. I would have a little part of their existence documented on tape for future generations of Berens.

Even though I think my mother is a bit of a nut, and I don’t really get along with my father, I love my family, and I am very proud to say when asked, “Yes, yes, I am a Bevens” (it happens more than you would think.)

Also, since I am at work and have nothing to do with the time I have, I started doing some Google Image Searching. First off, I did my own name, not in quotes, and only one photo came up:

photo by max eberle
Oddly enough, it was a picture of me! 

I also just googled “Bevens,” just to see if I recognized anyone. No luck at first, but I do hope a few of these people are distant relatives.

Dale Bevens, Texas State Trooper

Peter Bevens, author of some German book

Brad Bevens, operator of

Herr and Frau Bevens, inkeepers

Richard Bevens, swimmer

This Bevens, wearer of funny moustache

Stephanie Bevens, thinks she’s a medieval princess

Thomas Bevens, podiatrist

Five pages in, I came across this cool guy:


I pigsit for him. I also like to go see him play guitar. He’s also one of the coolest people I have ever had the chance to know. He makes me very proud to be a Bevens.

I saw Crank last night. It was terrible; I loved it.