What to say about Holli?
Just a few things.
To begin, within the first week of meeting her boyfriend, she informed him that the gift at the very top of her wish-list for Christmas and her birthday was either a hand and a half blade or a katana. She later informed him that she had decided to forego the wakizashi (to help her parents with finances, some.) Over Christmas 2008, she decided to style her handwriting after that of J.R.R. Tolkien, and when a friend discovered a font almost identical to said handwriting, tweaked her new hand ever so slightly to match that.
S. A. Roorda is an aspiring scholar who hopes to spend all of her days locked in an ivory tower contemplating worthless speculations. She will let you be the judge of how close she is getting to this goal. In the meantime she enjoys reading many books (some randomly selected favorites are Mansfield Park, Crime and Punishment, and Freddy Goes Camping), writing about things (especially things she doesn’t understand), and being randomly creative. These she fits in wherever she can when she is not overwhelmed by the daily business of living (such as breathing, sleeping, eating, and remembering to brush her hair).
Sarah has been a Reformed Christian all of her life and hopes to continue so for the remainder of it. She believes that worship is probably the most significant thing any person can do, because it’s what God made us for and the thing that gives order and structure to the rest of our lives. She’s also pretty well convinced that there’s nothing as wonderful on earth as good Christian fellowship, and is delighted by the sheer amount of joy, fun, beauty, goodness, and goofiness that God allows us to experience on a regular basis. It’s not fair. (for instance, Pixar movies are really better than we deserve)
Sarah’s main influences are Walter R. Brooks (author of the Freddy the Pig books), C.S. Lewis, G.K. Chesterton, James B. Jordan, and Eugen Rosenstock-Huessy (even though she is only now beginning to delve into the latter’s works, she has already become fairly familiar with some of his ideas through friends). One thing she believes all these authors have in common is an appreciation for the marvelous and beautiful even in the apparently commonplace. This sort of feeling comes in handy while living in a laid-back place like Iowa, where there are no mountains or beaches, but only miles and miles of astoundingly beautiful (but still wonderfully home-like) farmland. She would like you to know that crops are clothing for the land (and she’s pretty sure this is Biblical imagery, although you’d have to ask Peter Leithart, since she stole the idea from him), and so they should be considered a kind of glory. Think about that the next time you see a cornfield.
Finally, she is still wrestling with one of life’s greatest questions; that is, the question of when commas should be used and to what degree (and, of course, when they should be replaced with semi-colons).
Carson Spratt loves learning. And learns through life. And life, well, life is about love. And all these things are rooted in his God. He learns about God, lives God, and loves God. So there’s a sort of Trinity of interests in his life, unified in one Lord. He learns how to love, he lives out his learning, and he loves life. And the great thing is, it only gets better from this world on out. God told him so.
As to his personal interests in this life – well, how much space does he have? (And how much time do you?) He enjoys Classical music, a well-told story, chocolate, a warm fire, snow wet enough to throw, Christmas, the Bible, writing poetry that even he doesn’t understand, games with family, laughter from the heart, and friends who put up with his various oddities. Sunsets always amaze him, as do thunderstorms, wind, stars, and grassy lawns. Calvin and Hobbes, in his opinion, have a darn sight more sense than Richard Dawkins. He delights in debating (maybe too much), reading, poking holes in atheistic arguments, passing on jokes, and quoting his favourite authors (William Goldman, C.S. Lewis, Victor Hugo, Bill Waterson, P.G. Wodehouse and Charles Dodgson, for example.) His favourite part of the Bible is Psalm 104:27-30.
There are three things which Carson hates, yes, four which he despises: An illogical argument, a lover of fashion, a good book tortured into the shape of a bad movie, and a man who misuses the Bible. Actually, there are more. But he’ll hold back.
Carson has traveled with this planet in several different locations: Surrey B.C., Regina S.K., Sechelt B.C., White Rock B.C., and, most recently, Colville Wa.
Well, that’s him. (They told him to write in third person). To contact him, open your window and yell. He might hear, he might not: it’s worth a try.
Patrick James McCord is a senior from Spokane Washington, who, in addition to his high school studies, occasionally authors poems and other odd writings which defy classification or designation. No need to beat around the bush — a cursory critical examination of his work reveals his excessive romanticism, maudlin sentimentality and pervasive mysticism. It is also noteworthy that he has an affinity for long sentences, which affinity, some speculate, may be related to his recent, formative, and perhaps regrettable exposure to Herman Melville.
James is a devoted classical pianist, with strong baroque, romantic, and impressionist sympathies. He is also known to pick a guitar and sing. He worships at Christ Church (CREC) in Spokane, and is Associate Producer of its nationally distributed audio-cultural journal, St. Anne’s Public House. Next year he hopes to begin studying literature, and eventually, international human rights law. In his free time he drives race cars, reads stories, and is occasionally struck by lightning.
E. M. Ten-Hove, better known as Lizzy, leads a relatively normal existence as one of the few Presbyterians in her small New England town. She dreams of being a classicist, and can usually be found translating Latin poetry, devouring novels, or playing Bach dance suites. Some of her favorite authors are C. S. Lewis, Dorothy Sayers, and J. R. R. Tolkien, and she keeps seventy-five Shakespeare plays in her bedroom, plus one in the kitchen.
In her spare time, Lizzy clashes swords and waves hankies with a youth morris and rapper sword dance team. She is an enthusiastic thespian, and has played everything from a cross-dressing maiden to a mischievous sprite to a doorbell. She has also been told she makes a lovely corpse. She loves to cook and bake, and will eat anything with mushrooms in it, including ice cream.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
Actually, the question for Ella is usually, ‘How much can I write today?’ She has just begun the second draft of her novel and is finding that her characters have acquired a strange tendency to play with words and speak in iambic pentameter. She suspects that this may be a side effect of reading Hamlet four or five times this year. She loves to read good literature, particularly Shakespeare and Vergil’s Aeneid (in Latin, of course). She plans to become a cruel empress–wait, a Latin teacher–and read Vergil for the rest of her life. For the present, her tyrannical rule is confined to her blog, where she imposes her passion for language and literature on unwary passers-by. She also despises incorrect grammar from the very depths of her being, and has Opinions on poetry.
When Ella is happy, she skips with an imaginary rope. She lives in an eleventh-floor flat in Singapore, with her family, two shelves of books, and a stuffed-animal moose. She is obsessed with organisation and can’t bear to leave home without her trusty backpack. If you agree to chop six cups of apples, she will make you an apple pie.
Hello there. My name is Maudlin A. Taylor, and I am a Roman Catholic. I’m seventeen years of age, and currently residing in Newport Beach, California. I was born underneath the great shining stars in the deep blue sky, looking up to the moon. As a small child, I lived in the country, where the wind blew a thousand different ways over the golden fields of things that stick to your socks.
Later in life, after I moved to Newport Beach, I discovered my true love for observing people and their habits, facial expressions, and motives. My other interests include Cats, Horses, Dressage, painting, choir, music, playing Guitar, drinking tea, and reading.
Horses are quite a large part of my life, particularly Arabian horses. Besides Dressage, I’ve done some jumping, and I enjoy trail riding. I draw and paint; I sometimes spend hours at it, when the mood strikes. I am a lowly Alto in St. Stephen the First Martyr’s Choir. I taught myself to play the Guitar, and I play for a few hours every day. For me, Tea is essential to life, and it’s wonderful in the afternoon. I also read science fiction and mysteries in my spare time.
Before I was offered a position on the celebrated PAN editorial Staff, I considered the stage as a profession. It seemed my only hopes of livelihood. I lived for so long in hopes, and dreams… I so longed to belong heart and soul to the lives of the many people I could have portrayed, but, alas, it was not meant to be. And so, tears rolling down my cheeks, I resigned myself to my fate, and here I am today.
Roosters crow, boys fight, baked goods, well, bake, unfinished math books lie around, piano music blows thanks to the open window, and where is M. T. Petra? Right in the middle of it all, loving every (well, nearly every) minute. Raised in Hickville, New Mexico (just like Old Mexico, but cleaner, oh, and most people in Old Mexico are legal. Here, well, it’s a different story!), where something as simple as a trip to the grocery store provides endless opportunity for one of Ms. Petra’s favorite hobbies: people watching. When your back is turned – or maybe when it’s not – she enjoys putting her over-active imagination to work analyzing you and being amused by humanity in general. As the great philosopher Hobbes said to his buddy Calvin (yes, that Hobbes), “God must have a goofy sense of humor.” The offspring of a math whiz and an engineer, Mary Therese is, thank goodness, more interested in fun books, Theology, a touch of politics, and people in general.
While she has every respect for those who are good with a hammer and nails, she is convinced that her calling lies elsewhere. Recently she bent, oh, never mind, she didn’t want it known how many nails got bent while she was hanging paintings on the wall the other day. A happy Papist, she believes that a faithful, holy, one of the – ahem- original men in black is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Wait, when WAS sliced bread invented? Speaking of food, Mary Therese believes that road kill is a food group of its own, chocolate is a vegetable, and zucchini, well, belongs in breads and cakes. End of discussion. She refuses to submit a photo with this bio. After all, the guy PAN writers ought to stay around a while, right, and not faint? She was told just last night that she looks like a movie star, so she’d rather not risk losing the guys. After all, Canty is amusing, and Mary Therese would rather not lose her quite yet. She’s still useful. It would be a shame to lose her before she becomes useless. As for the rest of the world, well, they’d better make themselves useful pretty fast, or stay useful if they currently are. Watch out world, college in particular. Muahaha
Nimba-Jimba, the gorgeous pink dust-duned and deep purple oceaned cube-planet, is my home. Naturally, I was born on a deep purple evening with much loud thunder and many a bright lightning on a near-sunk sailboat. I was born to be the light to a dark planet: Earth. (Though, I would have preferred Pluto, just to spite the cruel astrologers who are saying it’s not a planet.) Or maybe I’m just here to spy on your governments and steal your precious technology.
All my life I’ve been a weirdo (ask Gabriel), but only in the last four or so yearshave I become the mentally deranged person and movie lover that I am today. More than love, actually, it’s more of a crazed obsession. And, as a result, I went on to become an actress, and then a director and screenwriter, making a few fabulous films.
Wait—that hasn’t happened yet. Forget the bit after crazed obsession, it’s my evilscheme to take over Earth.
So my goal in life is to be a writer. How am I going to accomplish that? I’m going to accomplish it by studying music. Go figure. It’s all about performance; life is a stage, and all that. I dance, I write, I sing, I play the piano, I learn languages…an artist is someone who excels at hiding himself. Where am I going with this?
This is supposed to be a biography. Let me start over. I was born once, and from that point on I sort of had this peculiar habit of living. I still do. It’s one of those habits I can’t seem to kick. They say that if you can keep yourself from your habit for 2 weeks, you’ll be cured, but I’ve never been able to stay longer than a few minutes in some ketchup-filled scene.
So as I say, I’ve been alive for quite some time. I already said what I do with my life. Never mind. I’m bad at writing biographies. Just go read what I write. It says a lot more about me than I’ll ever be willing to bluntly say. And just for the record, I have an awesome boyfriend, so you can just go eat a pony.
