Dear Blogspot,
I am sorry I have abandoned you lately. I have met someone else. Their name is Tumblr, and they make it easy to post many times a day, just with little things that interest me. While I have not forgotten the amazing times we have had together, I will be spending the majority of my time with Tumblr.
This does not mean I am abandoning you. I could come back and spend some time with you tomorrow, but I have not had time to think about things to write about, then spend the time writing. Classes are stressful, and so if planning for the summer and next school year. I have also been spending a lot of time praying I can graduate on time.
That being said, dear Blogspot, I will be going. As I said, you can find me on Tumblr. I will be seeing you soon.
Love,
Kate
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Movies that cause me to die laughing, without fail
Sitting here with Allison, watching Dodgeball, and I am cracking up. Forgot how funny this movie is. Other movies that make me just die laughing:
- Accepted
- Knocked Up
- Superbad
- Finding Nemo
- Mean Girls
- Billy Madison
- Anything involving Justin Long
- Accepted
- Knocked Up
- Superbad
- Finding Nemo
- Mean Girls
- Billy Madison
- Anything involving Justin Long
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Things I Enjoy, Part Two
1) Arabic Script - In my first “Things I Enjoy” post I included typography. I have always loved the look of Arabic script, and I have wanted to learn Arabic for so long. I tried once, and failed miserably. I was talking to Marshall about this earlier and he wants to learn too, so we may try to learn together. In my design class today I was putzing around Flickr trying to find some images to use for a collage for a book on color theory. And I came across a group dedicated to Arabic typography. I about had a conniption. Some of the images were in manuscript form, and some were more design or art related. Some of my favorites:
(via nouf)
(via nouf)
(via Gray!)
(via GRAPHIC DESIGN THUGS)
2) You’ve Got Mail - You’ve Got Mail is hands down my favorite movie. It is one of those movies that can put you in a good mood no matter what. I remember in high school I had the flu and laid in bed for days, and just watched this over and over and over. I cannot get sick of it. I haven’t watched it in a while, but I am planning on it tonight when I get off work.
I love Meg Ryan’s character, Kathleen Kelly. I wish I had someone like her as a pen pal.
”Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.”
“People are always saying that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all... has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store, did I ever tell you that? It's a lovely store, and in a week it'll be something really depressing, like a Baby Gap. Soon, it'll be just a memory. In fact, someone, some foolish person, will probably think it's a tribute to this city, the way it keeps changing on you, the way you can never count on it, or something. I know because that's the sort of thing I'm always saying. But the truth is... I'm heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again, and no one can ever make it right.”
“Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.”
“When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.”
(via nouf)
(via nouf)
(via Gray!)
(via GRAPHIC DESIGN THUGS)
2) You’ve Got Mail - You’ve Got Mail is hands down my favorite movie. It is one of those movies that can put you in a good mood no matter what. I remember in high school I had the flu and laid in bed for days, and just watched this over and over and over. I cannot get sick of it. I haven’t watched it in a while, but I am planning on it tonight when I get off work.
I love Meg Ryan’s character, Kathleen Kelly. I wish I had someone like her as a pen pal.
”Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life - well, valuable, but small - and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void.”
“People are always saying that change is a good thing. But all they're really saying is that something you didn't want to happen at all... has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store, did I ever tell you that? It's a lovely store, and in a week it'll be something really depressing, like a Baby Gap. Soon, it'll be just a memory. In fact, someone, some foolish person, will probably think it's a tribute to this city, the way it keeps changing on you, the way you can never count on it, or something. I know because that's the sort of thing I'm always saying. But the truth is... I'm heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again, and no one can ever make it right.”
“Once I read a story about a butterfly in the subway, and today, I saw one! It got on at 42nd and off at 59th, where, I assume, it was going to Bloomingdales to buy a hat that will turn out to be a mistake, as almost all hats are.”
“When you read a book as a child, it becomes a part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does.”
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Facebook > Excerpts from Kate's Blog by Jennifer Bundy
Posted this on my tumblr a while back, although I feel like it needs to be posted here as well:
Jenn compiled a list of bits of my blog from the summer. I had forgotten about many of these moments, and I am shaking with laughter reading them. Ones that make me almost pee my pants are bolded. They are even more hilarious taken our of context and standing alone. I had a good summer.
“When we got to the Pearl we just drove around for a bit, and we found a building on fire, and that was exciting. Although immediately afterwards both of us wanted barbeque…
So after we ate the brownies, Jenn went to town on the chocolate sauce with her straw while Eddy and I watched and laughed. Once she finished that one, a waiter who wasn’t even ours brought her another. She ate that one as well.
We followed him there and the whole way there and I was thinking “where the hellll is he taking usssssss.”
And, being a Thursday, Jenn and I went to the Pearl. We met up with Josh who bought us Joose, but the AP was out of Red, so he got me orange. Honestly, the orange tasted like the smell of our laundry room the time Liam played outside in the rain with shoes and socks on, then the socks mildewed at the bottom of the laundry hamper without anyone noticing. I was gagging trying to drink it.
Then I think the flannel shirt I was wearing tonight impaired my speech. I was talking like a redneck accidentally, then my sober speech was slurring so badly I sounded black, even using words such as “fiddy” instead of “fifty.”
Adam went to the AP for us and got me a Joose.
I ran downstairs and waited for her, and one of the valet guys was standing on the corner smoking, and watching me bounce from foot to foot waiting on Jenn. When she finally got there I was helping her out of the car and he said in very broken English, “Is this your best friend?” which is a weird thing to ask someone in general. He continues to creep me out.
We tried to huddle underneath the umbrella and run at the same time. It ended up making me run like a sideways hunchback and Jenn was doing some weird sideways crab walk.
We rounded the corner and then the music started playing. I literally threw my umbrella out of excitement.
Jenn reminded me of God’s best invention: a pretzel dog.
Apparently one of the guys that lives there’s mom owns an antique store, and the house was full of cool stuff. It was just like Jenn’s room, but in house form.
Last night, Jenn and I spent quite some time chasing Joe’s cat, Titties, around his house.
“This feels right.”
Jenn replied, “Kate, holding hands with you is like eating a muffin that was in the oven for 5 minute too long. Or like playing with playdoh that was left in the sun all day.” Jenn and I ended up sitting on the ground almost in tears
Jenn picked me up and we began our Adventure of the Evening. We were going to go to Kickbacks for a while, but we wanted to find someone to get us Joose.
Felicia said they don’t card at the gas station, so I sent Jenn in to try her luck. Fail.
One guy was walking towards the car, and he was waving the whole time. We waved back thinking, “ooohh he’s drunk.” Then he walked right at the car and opened my door. Jenn and I both screamed bloody murder. He just said, “oh” and closed the door.
Then he just took it off and said, “Here, it shouldn’t smell too bad” and just gave it to me.
What about him flipping on us? We stood in silence for a minute and he said, out of nowhere, “You know it is true what they say about black men.” And I just pretended not to hear, but then he practically screamed it. I was just like, “Oh really.”
Jenn came back and dressed him and sent him on his way.
Once we were there, safe and sound, Jenn got a quesadilla. I don’t feel like you should ever get food at a place where everyone is supposed to be drunk.
Right when we left my house Jonathan said something like, “I can’t see.” And immediately Jenn and I both yelled, “I cant see I cant breathe I gotta get the candy!”
We stopped at a gas station on the way there, and I had my very first Joose experience.
I am still piecing together last night. I do remember, very well, at one point last night Jenn and I had been dancing outside, and we went inside to get some water, but she ended up sitting on the ground while I poured my water all over her. I am not sure why, nor do I really care to know. But we thought nothing of it at the time.
She was wearing a fanny pack and Jenn tried to buy it from her.
Jenn’s aunt has a stall there selling wheat grass.
he brought us inside and gave us towel and pretended like it was completely alright for us to be inside, all the whole looking very concerned.
So at Walgreen’s we bought flannel PJ pants and huge tee shirts. We changed in the bathroom and looked hilarious trying to scurry out of the bathroom and back to our bikes without being seen. Although that failed, since we saw the whole world.
On the way to the party we stopped at Walgreens to get some jellybeans
“Oh wait. Here’s your candy.” Then handed her some beach toys and said “and your toys.”
Last night right after I posted Jenn came over and we hung out for a while and figured out who some people in her phonebook are.
Jenn and I were swimming at one point and talking about apparently strippers at the Dollhouse make around $1000 a night. I don’t think that’s right, and I said, “Well its only $5 for them to get naked.” And Jenn said “Also its like $30 for a 3 minute lap dance.” And then we remembered that we were surrounded by children and there was this mother right next to us and it was very awkward. We just… swam away…
Jenn sleeps on this couch a lot.
We finally got to TSI and Jenn was changing her clothes so I peed in the corner of the parking lot.
When he talked he got so close our noses touched and I had nowhere to back up. When we were done playing he asked me “so you want my number or what?” haha ew. Jenn came over and we just laughed at him. We decided to go dance and left him then all of the sudden he was creeping right behind us.
Tonight we went to the Pearl. Beforehand we were on our usual Joose run, but this time I was ten times sketchier than it normally is. Of course, with Ashley with us. We scared her. We drove around for a bit trying to find Amber around Avondale. We eventually met up with her at Fishweir Park.
But about 2 minutes after we sat down, the waiter from last night brought Jenn a little thing of Chocolate syrup with a straw. It was hilarious, but she was embarrassed. We rang in her birthday with chocolate milk and our favorite waiter. It was good times.”
Jenn compiled a list of bits of my blog from the summer. I had forgotten about many of these moments, and I am shaking with laughter reading them. Ones that make me almost pee my pants are bolded. They are even more hilarious taken our of context and standing alone. I had a good summer.
“When we got to the Pearl we just drove around for a bit, and we found a building on fire, and that was exciting. Although immediately afterwards both of us wanted barbeque…
So after we ate the brownies, Jenn went to town on the chocolate sauce with her straw while Eddy and I watched and laughed. Once she finished that one, a waiter who wasn’t even ours brought her another. She ate that one as well.
We followed him there and the whole way there and I was thinking “where the hellll is he taking usssssss.”
And, being a Thursday, Jenn and I went to the Pearl. We met up with Josh who bought us Joose, but the AP was out of Red, so he got me orange. Honestly, the orange tasted like the smell of our laundry room the time Liam played outside in the rain with shoes and socks on, then the socks mildewed at the bottom of the laundry hamper without anyone noticing. I was gagging trying to drink it.
Then I think the flannel shirt I was wearing tonight impaired my speech. I was talking like a redneck accidentally, then my sober speech was slurring so badly I sounded black, even using words such as “fiddy” instead of “fifty.”
Adam went to the AP for us and got me a Joose.
I ran downstairs and waited for her, and one of the valet guys was standing on the corner smoking, and watching me bounce from foot to foot waiting on Jenn. When she finally got there I was helping her out of the car and he said in very broken English, “Is this your best friend?” which is a weird thing to ask someone in general. He continues to creep me out.
We tried to huddle underneath the umbrella and run at the same time. It ended up making me run like a sideways hunchback and Jenn was doing some weird sideways crab walk.
We rounded the corner and then the music started playing. I literally threw my umbrella out of excitement.
Jenn reminded me of God’s best invention: a pretzel dog.
Apparently one of the guys that lives there’s mom owns an antique store, and the house was full of cool stuff. It was just like Jenn’s room, but in house form.
Last night, Jenn and I spent quite some time chasing Joe’s cat, Titties, around his house.
“This feels right.”
Jenn replied, “Kate, holding hands with you is like eating a muffin that was in the oven for 5 minute too long. Or like playing with playdoh that was left in the sun all day.” Jenn and I ended up sitting on the ground almost in tears
Jenn picked me up and we began our Adventure of the Evening. We were going to go to Kickbacks for a while, but we wanted to find someone to get us Joose.
Felicia said they don’t card at the gas station, so I sent Jenn in to try her luck. Fail.
One guy was walking towards the car, and he was waving the whole time. We waved back thinking, “ooohh he’s drunk.” Then he walked right at the car and opened my door. Jenn and I both screamed bloody murder. He just said, “oh” and closed the door.
Then he just took it off and said, “Here, it shouldn’t smell too bad” and just gave it to me.
What about him flipping on us? We stood in silence for a minute and he said, out of nowhere, “You know it is true what they say about black men.” And I just pretended not to hear, but then he practically screamed it. I was just like, “Oh really.”
Jenn came back and dressed him and sent him on his way.
Once we were there, safe and sound, Jenn got a quesadilla. I don’t feel like you should ever get food at a place where everyone is supposed to be drunk.
Right when we left my house Jonathan said something like, “I can’t see.” And immediately Jenn and I both yelled, “I cant see I cant breathe I gotta get the candy!”
We stopped at a gas station on the way there, and I had my very first Joose experience.
I am still piecing together last night. I do remember, very well, at one point last night Jenn and I had been dancing outside, and we went inside to get some water, but she ended up sitting on the ground while I poured my water all over her. I am not sure why, nor do I really care to know. But we thought nothing of it at the time.
She was wearing a fanny pack and Jenn tried to buy it from her.
Jenn’s aunt has a stall there selling wheat grass.
he brought us inside and gave us towel and pretended like it was completely alright for us to be inside, all the whole looking very concerned.
So at Walgreen’s we bought flannel PJ pants and huge tee shirts. We changed in the bathroom and looked hilarious trying to scurry out of the bathroom and back to our bikes without being seen. Although that failed, since we saw the whole world.
On the way to the party we stopped at Walgreens to get some jellybeans
“Oh wait. Here’s your candy.” Then handed her some beach toys and said “and your toys.”
Last night right after I posted Jenn came over and we hung out for a while and figured out who some people in her phonebook are.
Jenn and I were swimming at one point and talking about apparently strippers at the Dollhouse make around $1000 a night. I don’t think that’s right, and I said, “Well its only $5 for them to get naked.” And Jenn said “Also its like $30 for a 3 minute lap dance.” And then we remembered that we were surrounded by children and there was this mother right next to us and it was very awkward. We just… swam away…
Jenn sleeps on this couch a lot.
We finally got to TSI and Jenn was changing her clothes so I peed in the corner of the parking lot.
When he talked he got so close our noses touched and I had nowhere to back up. When we were done playing he asked me “so you want my number or what?” haha ew. Jenn came over and we just laughed at him. We decided to go dance and left him then all of the sudden he was creeping right behind us.
Tonight we went to the Pearl. Beforehand we were on our usual Joose run, but this time I was ten times sketchier than it normally is. Of course, with Ashley with us. We scared her. We drove around for a bit trying to find Amber around Avondale. We eventually met up with her at Fishweir Park.
But about 2 minutes after we sat down, the waiter from last night brought Jenn a little thing of Chocolate syrup with a straw. It was hilarious, but she was embarrassed. We rang in her birthday with chocolate milk and our favorite waiter. It was good times.”
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Five Things
I stole this from Ashley. Couldn't resist.
Five Things You Are Addicted To-
One: Art
Two: My phone
Three: Ankhs
Four: Typography
Five: V8 Fusion
Five Places You Want To Visit Before You Die-
One: Chernobyl
Two: Auschwitz/Dakau
Three: Portland, Oregon
Four: St. Petersburg, Russia (again)
Five: Aswan, Egypt (again)
Five Random Things Around You-
One: Chung Mung cup
Two: Frankenstein painting
Three: A post-it reading "Dear Kate, I want to have your babies. Love, Anonymous"
Four: Tupperware container full of Smart Start cereal
Five: Dark purple nail polish.
Five Random Things That Start With The Same Letter As Your First Name-
One: kaleidoscope
Two: kismet
Three: knee
Four: kilt
Five: kangaroo
Five Things That Always Cheer You Up-
One: Swinging
Two: Printmaking
Three: Cuddling
Four: Watching Psych
Five: Watching You've Got Mail
Five Animals You’d Want As Pets, But Can’t Have-
One: Panda
Two: Wolf
Three: Alligator
Four: Great white shark
Five: Koala
Five Things You Would Do If Fiction Were Real-
One: Have magic powers, Harry Potter style
Two: Fly
Three: Have extra appendages
Four: Never have to sleep again
Five: The power to will my hair to do what I want it to.
Five Things You Are Addicted To-
One: Art
Two: My phone
Three: Ankhs
Four: Typography
Five: V8 Fusion
Five Places You Want To Visit Before You Die-
One: Chernobyl
Two: Auschwitz/Dakau
Three: Portland, Oregon
Four: St. Petersburg, Russia (again)
Five: Aswan, Egypt (again)
Five Random Things Around You-
One: Chung Mung cup
Two: Frankenstein painting
Three: A post-it reading "Dear Kate, I want to have your babies. Love, Anonymous"
Four: Tupperware container full of Smart Start cereal
Five: Dark purple nail polish.
Five Random Things That Start With The Same Letter As Your First Name-
One: kaleidoscope
Two: kismet
Three: knee
Four: kilt
Five: kangaroo
Five Things That Always Cheer You Up-
One: Swinging
Two: Printmaking
Three: Cuddling
Four: Watching Psych
Five: Watching You've Got Mail
Five Animals You’d Want As Pets, But Can’t Have-
One: Panda
Two: Wolf
Three: Alligator
Four: Great white shark
Five: Koala
Five Things You Would Do If Fiction Were Real-
One: Have magic powers, Harry Potter style
Two: Fly
Three: Have extra appendages
Four: Never have to sleep again
Five: The power to will my hair to do what I want it to.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Quick'n
Last night made me realize just how amazing it is to have Jenn going to school only 15 minutes away. She came over for a party last night and we were able to dance like idiots like we were at TSI or something, but we were at Sweet Briar, with all of my other friends with us. It was a very good night... For the most part... Anyways. Pictures that Jenn took: (Btw, the theme was "Would you be my friend IF..." so that is why we all look ridiculous. And why Ingrid is dressed as Hitler...)
Friday, January 15, 2010
My iPod, As of Late
For the majority of people, their favorite song changes from day to day, but I feel like I have a solid list of songs that consider to be my favorite songs. This is going to be an odd list of some of my favorite songs, as well as songs that I have been listening to lately.
The first is Nursery Rhyme by Unkle, which has been on my Art Barn playlist since freshman year when I first heard it while sitting in John's studio class. Recently I was driving around the Town Center with Jenn, and this song came on my iPod and she asked if we could change it. I replied that it was one of my favorite songs and I wanted to listen to it at least a bit, and she said, "no it's not!" I still laugh at that, since for the most part I don't share my favorite songs with people. Some on this list are obvious since I go on and on about then, yet some, like this song by Unkle, I keep to myself for the most part.
Second on this list is Black Panther by Crystal Castles, which is one of the more obvious ones. This is one of those songs that is perfect to drive to late at night, preferably going very fast over a bridge, with the volume all the way up and the windows down. It makes the whole experience very surreal. One night over Thanksgiving break Rob and I were driving while listening to this song. He opened his sun roof, turned it up all the way, and I reclined my seat and watched the moon as he drove. As I said: surreal. Amazing song by an amazing band.
Next comes The Police and the Private by Metric. Metric has been receving a lot of attention recently for the latest album, Fantasies, although this is song is from an older album, Live it Out. If you know me, you are well aware that I have serious issues with learning the lyrics to songs. I think it is the same mental block that keeps me from understanding multi-color relief printmaking, which is a story for another post. Although somehow I know this entire song, which I think is just a testament to the amount that I listen to it.
Whenever I describe by love for the song the only thing I can say is that when I listen to it, all is right in the world. M&Ms by Blink-182 just makes me happy. There is no other way to put it.
Now for the songs I have been listening to a lot lately. Modern Science by Joseph Birdsong was just released, and it is actually really good. I bought his first EP just to support him because I have watched his videos and been a DK1/5AG fan for a long time. The EP is good, but in the short time between the Phase 3 EP and Modern Science he obviously learned a lot about creating music, and the reult is really good. I am anxious to hear the rest of the new songs, one of which he will be releasing every month this year. (2:30 in this video cracks me up. A true Joe moment emerging.)
(My Firefox just crashed while loading this next video and I had a mini freak out, thinking that everything I just typed was lost. But all is well.) So Bored by WaVVes has been appearing on a lot of playlists I have been making lately. It makes me want to go to the beach so badly, and in this unusually cold Florida weather it makes me feel like it is summer. I was listening to this in the car with Emily the other day and she asked, "is it supposed to sound like this?!" "Erm..... Yes."
Ready for the Floor by Hot Chip is next on this list, although I am in love with the cover by Lissy Trullie. The Hot Chip version cannot be embedded, but you can watch the Matthew Barney-esque video here. The Lissy Trullie version is so catchy. I love it. You may have to sit through an advertisement at the beginning of this video, though...
This next one is not very Kate-like at all, but I cannot stop listening to it. It is oh so very catchy. Quiet Dog by Mos Def.
The Afterlife by YACHT is last on this list, although one of my favorites. Last night I was listening to this with my younger brother and his friend in my car, and listening to their commentary was hilarious. "It sounds like... not a song." "Yeah its like mind voodoo." "They are trying to control you!" "Oh no don't listen!!"
I lied. That was not the last one. Aye Julian by Meriwether is another song that I am constantly listening to. Jenn and I met this band at Warped Tour in 2006 or 2005 or something. We bought all their CDs for $5 and to be honest I have never listened to them, except this one song. For some reason only this song made its way into my iTunes library, the rest were lost and forgotten. This is also not very Kate-like, but it is always appearing on playlists. Side note: when I listened to this version in all the videos I found, I was shocked. It is a newer, rerecorded version and it is ten times better than the older version I keep listening to... I am shocked.
The first is Nursery Rhyme by Unkle, which has been on my Art Barn playlist since freshman year when I first heard it while sitting in John's studio class. Recently I was driving around the Town Center with Jenn, and this song came on my iPod and she asked if we could change it. I replied that it was one of my favorite songs and I wanted to listen to it at least a bit, and she said, "no it's not!" I still laugh at that, since for the most part I don't share my favorite songs with people. Some on this list are obvious since I go on and on about then, yet some, like this song by Unkle, I keep to myself for the most part.
Second on this list is Black Panther by Crystal Castles, which is one of the more obvious ones. This is one of those songs that is perfect to drive to late at night, preferably going very fast over a bridge, with the volume all the way up and the windows down. It makes the whole experience very surreal. One night over Thanksgiving break Rob and I were driving while listening to this song. He opened his sun roof, turned it up all the way, and I reclined my seat and watched the moon as he drove. As I said: surreal. Amazing song by an amazing band.
Next comes The Police and the Private by Metric. Metric has been receving a lot of attention recently for the latest album, Fantasies, although this is song is from an older album, Live it Out. If you know me, you are well aware that I have serious issues with learning the lyrics to songs. I think it is the same mental block that keeps me from understanding multi-color relief printmaking, which is a story for another post. Although somehow I know this entire song, which I think is just a testament to the amount that I listen to it.
Whenever I describe by love for the song the only thing I can say is that when I listen to it, all is right in the world. M&Ms by Blink-182 just makes me happy. There is no other way to put it.
Now for the songs I have been listening to a lot lately. Modern Science by Joseph Birdsong was just released, and it is actually really good. I bought his first EP just to support him because I have watched his videos and been a DK1/5AG fan for a long time. The EP is good, but in the short time between the Phase 3 EP and Modern Science he obviously learned a lot about creating music, and the reult is really good. I am anxious to hear the rest of the new songs, one of which he will be releasing every month this year. (2:30 in this video cracks me up. A true Joe moment emerging.)
(My Firefox just crashed while loading this next video and I had a mini freak out, thinking that everything I just typed was lost. But all is well.) So Bored by WaVVes has been appearing on a lot of playlists I have been making lately. It makes me want to go to the beach so badly, and in this unusually cold Florida weather it makes me feel like it is summer. I was listening to this in the car with Emily the other day and she asked, "is it supposed to sound like this?!" "Erm..... Yes."
Ready for the Floor by Hot Chip is next on this list, although I am in love with the cover by Lissy Trullie. The Hot Chip version cannot be embedded, but you can watch the Matthew Barney-esque video here. The Lissy Trullie version is so catchy. I love it. You may have to sit through an advertisement at the beginning of this video, though...
This next one is not very Kate-like at all, but I cannot stop listening to it. It is oh so very catchy. Quiet Dog by Mos Def.
The Afterlife by YACHT is last on this list, although one of my favorites. Last night I was listening to this with my younger brother and his friend in my car, and listening to their commentary was hilarious. "It sounds like... not a song." "Yeah its like mind voodoo." "They are trying to control you!" "Oh no don't listen!!"
I lied. That was not the last one. Aye Julian by Meriwether is another song that I am constantly listening to. Jenn and I met this band at Warped Tour in 2006 or 2005 or something. We bought all their CDs for $5 and to be honest I have never listened to them, except this one song. For some reason only this song made its way into my iTunes library, the rest were lost and forgotten. This is also not very Kate-like, but it is always appearing on playlists. Side note: when I listened to this version in all the videos I found, I was shocked. It is a newer, rerecorded version and it is ten times better than the older version I keep listening to... I am shocked.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Things I Enjoy, Part One
1) Brushing my teeth and oral hygiene Recently my mother staged a silent intervention, if such a thing is possible, by laying out all of my oral care products on my bathroom counter. It was quite a sight. There were five tubes of toothpaste (Crest Vivid White, Crest Weekly Clean, Arm and Hammer Total Care, Sensodyne, and Aquafresh Iso-Active), all of which are used on a daily basis. Next to that were various kinds of floss, ranging from the little octagonal floss you receive from the dentist, to bags of the mint flossers with handles. There were bottles upon bottles of mouth wash, including an industrial sized bottle of the purple Listerine, the one that makes most people tear up when they use it. I end up using this every time I wash my hands, which is another issue altogether. To accompany all of these accessories is the best part of oral hygiene: toothbrushes. I have three here at home, and more at school. One is a mountain range of bristles with the nifty tongue scraper on the back. One is flat and has the color changing bristles so that you can tell when to change your toothbrush. The last is a portable one which lives in my purse with a mini tube of toothpaste and bottle of mouth wash. Every time I go to WalMart with Lauren or Sarah they don't let me wander towards the oral care aisle, knowing that I can spend too much time and money as a result if entering that glorious place. I have a problem and I feel that I may be doing more damage to my teeth with the frequent brushing and flossing. I think my obsession with brushing my teeth comes from wearing braces for nine years and never feeling clean.
2) Washing my hands. As a child I would never wash my hands, and I have no idea how I am still living. "Wash your hands before dinner!" Uhhhh... I'll just get them wet, thanks. After running about outside all day and touching god knows what I would touch my face, have my fingers in my mouth, touch my eyes, eat, etc. All with hands that had been everywhere. That makes me cringe to think about now. My obsession with washing my hands came about in 2005 when I was in Russia. Being my first foreign experience, I felt as if everything was dirty and I was going to get some weird Russian disease. While there I started carrying little bottles of hand sanitizer in my purse along with Lysol wipes. I would wash my hands every single change I got, and this has stuck with me. It is not as if I am a germaphobe or anything, I just feel dirty very fast. Especially out in public, and when shopping. When I am shopping I am touching a lot of things and I just start to feel off, and I NEED to wash my hands. I think I am OCD, but washing my hands and brushing my teeth are activities that unfortunately make me very happy.
3) Typography. Typography is something that is overlooked by pretty much everyone and their mother. You open Word and begin to type, not thinking about the font face that is the default (Times New Roman or Calibri, depending on the year of your version of Office) and the history behind it. Most people don't think that someone actually sat down and thought about the curve of the "e," and where the tail of the "e" should end. Should it end parallel to the straight line, as it does in Helvetica? Or end right after the curve like in Calibri? One of my favorite films of all time is Helvetica. Directed by Gary Hustwit, the film goes back through the history of Helvetica and how it is used in marketing and advertising today. Definitely a must see for those interested in typeface, although if you are interested, you have most likely seen it.
Mant companies have embraced Helvetica as "their" font, making it a trademark of their brand. These companies include Target, Southwest Airlines, and most apparent: American Apparel. American Apparel is known for their use of the font face, and have even created a shirt dedicated to it. Sadly enough, I am wearing this one right now:
I can't wear it out of the house since the one time I did, a black women accused me of wearing a KKK shirt and yelled at me for being racist... So if you buy the shirt here, and your name starts with a "K," be careful.
Going along with typography comes 4) Ampersands. I rarely use ampersands and when I do, I almost squeal with excitement.... in my head. You don't see them used very often, and when most people try to name it, they cannot. "Exclamation point, question mark, curly 'and' sign thing...." The ampersand was originally used to shorten "and per say - and" which is where the name comes from. It is also used in place of "et" which is "and in many languages, and when you break down the shape, it is an "E" and "T" put together. I am not sure why I find them so fascinating and amazing, but they just are.
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This is the first of many "Things I Enjoy." I talked about doing an A-Z of things I like a while back, but that idea sort of fizzled. Instead I will blog about things as I think of them. And now, I must go brush my teeth and wash my hands....
2) Washing my hands. As a child I would never wash my hands, and I have no idea how I am still living. "Wash your hands before dinner!" Uhhhh... I'll just get them wet, thanks. After running about outside all day and touching god knows what I would touch my face, have my fingers in my mouth, touch my eyes, eat, etc. All with hands that had been everywhere. That makes me cringe to think about now. My obsession with washing my hands came about in 2005 when I was in Russia. Being my first foreign experience, I felt as if everything was dirty and I was going to get some weird Russian disease. While there I started carrying little bottles of hand sanitizer in my purse along with Lysol wipes. I would wash my hands every single change I got, and this has stuck with me. It is not as if I am a germaphobe or anything, I just feel dirty very fast. Especially out in public, and when shopping. When I am shopping I am touching a lot of things and I just start to feel off, and I NEED to wash my hands. I think I am OCD, but washing my hands and brushing my teeth are activities that unfortunately make me very happy.
3) Typography. Typography is something that is overlooked by pretty much everyone and their mother. You open Word and begin to type, not thinking about the font face that is the default (Times New Roman or Calibri, depending on the year of your version of Office) and the history behind it. Most people don't think that someone actually sat down and thought about the curve of the "e," and where the tail of the "e" should end. Should it end parallel to the straight line, as it does in Helvetica? Or end right after the curve like in Calibri? One of my favorite films of all time is Helvetica. Directed by Gary Hustwit, the film goes back through the history of Helvetica and how it is used in marketing and advertising today. Definitely a must see for those interested in typeface, although if you are interested, you have most likely seen it.
Mant companies have embraced Helvetica as "their" font, making it a trademark of their brand. These companies include Target, Southwest Airlines, and most apparent: American Apparel. American Apparel is known for their use of the font face, and have even created a shirt dedicated to it. Sadly enough, I am wearing this one right now:
I can't wear it out of the house since the one time I did, a black women accused me of wearing a KKK shirt and yelled at me for being racist... So if you buy the shirt here, and your name starts with a "K," be careful.
Going along with typography comes 4) Ampersands. I rarely use ampersands and when I do, I almost squeal with excitement.... in my head. You don't see them used very often, and when most people try to name it, they cannot. "Exclamation point, question mark, curly 'and' sign thing...." The ampersand was originally used to shorten "and per say - and" which is where the name comes from. It is also used in place of "et" which is "and in many languages, and when you break down the shape, it is an "E" and "T" put together. I am not sure why I find them so fascinating and amazing, but they just are.
This is the first of many "Things I Enjoy." I talked about doing an A-Z of things I like a while back, but that idea sort of fizzled. Instead I will blog about things as I think of them. And now, I must go brush my teeth and wash my hands....
Domestic?
I have been feeling quite domestic lately. I said this to Corbett earlier and he just laughed at me. My mom is out of town for teacher conferences and has left me in charge to man the fort. It is only 3:10 today and already I have taken Liam to school, had my car serviced (hoorah for operational windshield wipers), and picked up Emily from Episcopal. I am sitting at her orthodontist office waiting for her right now and people watching.
In the next few days I will be packing lunches, carpooling, watching basketball practices, cleaning, doing dishes and leading sleepovers. This will be entertaining. My mom thinks that Liam and I hate each other, but we are actually quite civil when left alone. Whenever I watch him or we do something together we get along great and we actually have interesting conversations. Well, as interesting as it can be with a nine year old. On the other hand, when we are with my mom we bicker and argue, leading our mother to believe we hate each other. I think that in actuality it's just a problem of age difference. I was raised as an only child and even after nine years I have not been able to adjust to sharing my mother. And he is basically an only child eight months out of the year, which leads to us competing for attention when I am home. It makes me feel like I am also nine years old, but it is not intentional. It's just how we are.
So the next few days should be fun, spending a good amount of time with Liam. I am saying this after only 8 hours of being temporary head of the house. We will see how I feel on Saturday.
In the next few days I will be packing lunches, carpooling, watching basketball practices, cleaning, doing dishes and leading sleepovers. This will be entertaining. My mom thinks that Liam and I hate each other, but we are actually quite civil when left alone. Whenever I watch him or we do something together we get along great and we actually have interesting conversations. Well, as interesting as it can be with a nine year old. On the other hand, when we are with my mom we bicker and argue, leading our mother to believe we hate each other. I think that in actuality it's just a problem of age difference. I was raised as an only child and even after nine years I have not been able to adjust to sharing my mother. And he is basically an only child eight months out of the year, which leads to us competing for attention when I am home. It makes me feel like I am also nine years old, but it is not intentional. It's just how we are.
So the next few days should be fun, spending a good amount of time with Liam. I am saying this after only 8 hours of being temporary head of the house. We will see how I feel on Saturday.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
I Hate Television
(I posted this from my phone and I don't know why it formatted like this. I have no Internet here so I will fix it tomorrow when I am home. So. Lo siento.)
I don't fully understand my aversion to television. I think it's just the act of sitting down and mindlessly staring at a screen. Although I have no ppoblem with sitting down and staring at my computer screen for hours. Watching YouTube videos, episodes of Psych and renting movies is fine in my book. So why not TV? At least when I'm on the computer I'm reading and learning something, or talking and
socializing. Sort of.
I am in Fort Lauderdale right now and I have had an incredibly lazy day. I have sat in front of the TV since 6:30, and I am ready to pull out my hair. I am just waiting until I am tired enough to sleep, but that isn't going to happen any time soon. I have watched some movie with Marsha, then Harry Potter, the Soup, and now Chelsea Lately. Even though it is hilarious i hate sitting here. Most people have no problem with sitting down and watching a thirty minute or hour long show but I cannot do it. I fidget and look for something else to do the entire time. Even a half hour drives me out of my mind, and now I have watched five hours of nothing.
I don't understand this strong aversion to television. When I was younger I watched way too much TV. Up until 9th grade I had a TV in my room so it was constantly on. Freshman and sophomore year I had a TV in my dorm but never turned it on. This year I just gave my TV to Lauren to have for the year. I won't use it and it is a waste of space.
There are shows I will drop everything to watch, although they are few and far between. Right now: Jersey Shore. It's hilarious and terrible and painful to watch, but that is the charm. Freshman year it was Shot at Love, which says a lot about the types of shows I watch. Horrible ones. (I feel like this is a good transition into discussing Tila Tequila. I have been in love with her since I was in 10th grade, and this is basically common knowledge. Although lately I cannot stand her. Between her naked UStream rants that last 4 hours and how she has acted since Casey Johnson died, I have decided that she is bat shit crazy.)
Back to my TV watching. Please god let me get tired and go to sleep. I don't want to sit here much longer.
I don't fully understand my aversion to television. I think it's just the act of sitting down and mindlessly staring at a screen. Although I have no ppoblem with sitting down and staring at my computer screen for hours. Watching YouTube videos, episodes of Psych and renting movies is fine in my book. So why not TV? At least when I'm on the computer I'm reading and learning something, or talking and
socializing. Sort of.
I am in Fort Lauderdale right now and I have had an incredibly lazy day. I have sat in front of the TV since 6:30, and I am ready to pull out my hair. I am just waiting until I am tired enough to sleep, but that isn't going to happen any time soon. I have watched some movie with Marsha, then Harry Potter, the Soup, and now Chelsea Lately. Even though it is hilarious i hate sitting here. Most people have no problem with sitting down and watching a thirty minute or hour long show but I cannot do it. I fidget and look for something else to do the entire time. Even a half hour drives me out of my mind, and now I have watched five hours of nothing.
I don't understand this strong aversion to television. When I was younger I watched way too much TV. Up until 9th grade I had a TV in my room so it was constantly on. Freshman and sophomore year I had a TV in my dorm but never turned it on. This year I just gave my TV to Lauren to have for the year. I won't use it and it is a waste of space.
There are shows I will drop everything to watch, although they are few and far between. Right now: Jersey Shore. It's hilarious and terrible and painful to watch, but that is the charm. Freshman year it was Shot at Love, which says a lot about the types of shows I watch. Horrible ones. (I feel like this is a good transition into discussing Tila Tequila. I have been in love with her since I was in 10th grade, and this is basically common knowledge. Although lately I cannot stand her. Between her naked UStream rants that last 4 hours and how she has acted since Casey Johnson died, I have decided that she is bat shit crazy.)
Back to my TV watching. Please god let me get tired and go to sleep. I don't want to sit here much longer.
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
"Some People"
This is amazing. It is a comic of short stories focusing on the relationships between people and first impressions. I love how it comes in a full circle, and nothing is what you expect it to be. If you can't see the whole image, or if you want more info about the artist, click here
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
NYE and whatnot
Jenn and I have described New Years as simply "interesting." Yes, it was lots of fun, but it was just interesting. Interesting people, interesting events, interesting places.
NYE in a nutshell: picked up Corbett, went to Kickbacks, went to Preston's, to the Pearl, then back to Kickbacks and Preston's.
The Pearl was fun, as always. It was empty until about 11:30, then it cleared out at 12:20. We left before one and went back to Kickbacks for some brownie bites, which are always delicious. Although while we were enjoying our delicious fried brownie batter, all of the action was three blocks down at Preston's. When we walked in the door Cory just walked over to be and said, completely dead pan, "Dude. You missed all the action." Corbett appeared from the next room and lead Jenn and I to the bathroom, where there was a guy standing with a blood soaked shirt, with another shirt pressed against a huge gash in his head. Well, alright. We meandered over to the next room, smoke filled, with people just laying around. Literally. We waded back into the living room to find a place to sit. All o the ice from the kegs had melted, and it mixed with all of the dirt from the outdoors, turning the floor into a muddy pond. At one point it was basically a puddle, standing still on those old hard wood floors.
The day after New Years Jenn and I washed our cars by hand. We got her car really clean, and even cleaned out the inside and conditioned her leather. I wish I had started to condition my leather when I first got my car because now the seats are cracked, and they look like they are 10 years older than they are. We went to the Orange Park mall, tried on the most intensely padded bras known to mankind, got dinner from Arby's then home.
We ended up having a little food bonanza that night, similar to what Rob and I used to do senior year. We got little meals at Arby's, then after getting dressed we went to Sake House where Jenn got the worst Sushi ever. She wanted a volcano roll, which is usually spicy and crunchy. What she got was just full of cream cheese and gross. She said something to our Hulky woman of a waiter, who used her ninja skills her steal Jenn's jacket, and the woman refused to give her something different, or even listen. As got the check, and they charged her for the rolls even though she didn't eat them. I complained and got 10% off the bill, and as we were leaving the woman said, "Maybe she want something crunchy?" Well DUH. We said that countless times. It was frustrating, yet entertaining to hear the little Asian cashier telling us that it isn't the law to make volcano rolls the same as every other place.
From there we went to Popeye's for some chicken and biscuits before going to Shanty Town. there was a band called Chicken and Whskey playing at Shanty Town, so we got some Chicken, then some whiskey from Jenn's friend so that we could participate in the show. Although we never even saw the band since it was boring. Off to North Star to watch the game for a bit, then home.
I have had super lazy days since then, and I am enjoying it.
NYE in a nutshell: picked up Corbett, went to Kickbacks, went to Preston's, to the Pearl, then back to Kickbacks and Preston's.
The Pearl was fun, as always. It was empty until about 11:30, then it cleared out at 12:20. We left before one and went back to Kickbacks for some brownie bites, which are always delicious. Although while we were enjoying our delicious fried brownie batter, all of the action was three blocks down at Preston's. When we walked in the door Cory just walked over to be and said, completely dead pan, "Dude. You missed all the action." Corbett appeared from the next room and lead Jenn and I to the bathroom, where there was a guy standing with a blood soaked shirt, with another shirt pressed against a huge gash in his head. Well, alright. We meandered over to the next room, smoke filled, with people just laying around. Literally. We waded back into the living room to find a place to sit. All o the ice from the kegs had melted, and it mixed with all of the dirt from the outdoors, turning the floor into a muddy pond. At one point it was basically a puddle, standing still on those old hard wood floors.
The day after New Years Jenn and I washed our cars by hand. We got her car really clean, and even cleaned out the inside and conditioned her leather. I wish I had started to condition my leather when I first got my car because now the seats are cracked, and they look like they are 10 years older than they are. We went to the Orange Park mall, tried on the most intensely padded bras known to mankind, got dinner from Arby's then home.
We ended up having a little food bonanza that night, similar to what Rob and I used to do senior year. We got little meals at Arby's, then after getting dressed we went to Sake House where Jenn got the worst Sushi ever. She wanted a volcano roll, which is usually spicy and crunchy. What she got was just full of cream cheese and gross. She said something to our Hulky woman of a waiter, who used her ninja skills her steal Jenn's jacket, and the woman refused to give her something different, or even listen. As got the check, and they charged her for the rolls even though she didn't eat them. I complained and got 10% off the bill, and as we were leaving the woman said, "Maybe she want something crunchy?" Well DUH. We said that countless times. It was frustrating, yet entertaining to hear the little Asian cashier telling us that it isn't the law to make volcano rolls the same as every other place.
From there we went to Popeye's for some chicken and biscuits before going to Shanty Town. there was a band called Chicken and Whskey playing at Shanty Town, so we got some Chicken, then some whiskey from Jenn's friend so that we could participate in the show. Although we never even saw the band since it was boring. Off to North Star to watch the game for a bit, then home.
I have had super lazy days since then, and I am enjoying it.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Lack O'Blogging
So I am sitting in the Five Points Theater right now, seeing Sherlock Holmes for the third time and i feel like any second now Rob is going to slap me upside the head and tell me to pay attention or to drink my beer. When the beer next to me is horrid and I'd like to pretend it's not sitting there. This post is going to have a slew of typos as I am sitting in the theater and typing fast and barely looking at the keyboard.
Anyways, since I last posted I have come home and been home for about a week. My drive home was horrid. I left on Friday right after an exam instead of leaving Saturday and staying at Britt's for a night or so. I ended up driving through my blizzard on my way to South Carolina. Driving through it was a horrible idea. I wish I would be exaggerating when I say that I am shocked I made it alive. First, there was the weather. Snow and ice everywhere, and all of the cars. It was a nightmare. Second, I hadn't slept on three days. I was not only falling asleep at the wheel, but hallucinating. I spent a good twenty miles convinced the car in front of me was Frankenstein running away from me.
I got home last Saturday and just slept, I think. I can't really remember what I did in the next dew days besides Christmas shopping out the wazoo.
Jenn came home on Wednesday I think and that night we went to Square One, where I think I met my future husband. Although I didn't get his name or anything. He was an art dealer and an iPhone app developer. So he said. Jenn and I had a jolly time at Square One and hung out for a while after.
Thursday was Christmas Eve. I went to my dads and met Kathleen's entire family. My new step sister is like 40. The whole night was horrible. No one would talk to me. Every time I got settled in a room everyone would leave. My step sister's husband was a dick. And I got the ugliest Christmas gifts ever. My dad and Kathleen got everyone PJs to wear for Christmas and mine were hot pink with frogs. Seriously?! My dad and uncle Tim got blue plaid PJs. I want those. It was nice to have Tim and Peg there, since I haven't seen them in about eight years. Tim is hilarious and we have the same sense of humor so we get along well. It was fun to see him interact with the new family because they didn't know how to react to anything he would say. And he's always drunk, in a non-alcoholic way, so that's a plus.
Christmas day was very good, after I left my dads and got home. I got lots of clothes and books and gift arcs for Saks, Neiman Marcus, and Bloomingdales worth $1500 so I can do some damage with those. That night Corbett and I went to see Sherlock Holmes, my first time. It was amazing. And now, watching it for the third time, it's still amazing.
The day after Christmas we thought it would be a good idea to go shopping at the town center, and we were wrong. It was swamped. Worse than black Friday. I saw a bunch of people from EHS and just ran off and avoided talking to any of them, aside from Kristin Otterson.
That night Jenn and I went to Kickbacks and the old man that's always there came over and gave us out menus and it was hilarious and adorable. After Kickbacks we got ready to go to TSI, then went to Adams for a bit. We hung out around TSI, I peed in a alley behind a dumpster then we went inside. This was Saturday and it was dead. We were in the front dancing for a bit when Jenn got on stage to explore and found an ice cold, unopened 20oz PBR. Naturally I slipped it under my super stylish sweatshirt I was wearing an boogied off and we drank it in the bathroom. Good god I can't wait until I'm 21. We left TSI and went to the Casbah with Corbett for a bit, then to Shanty Town where not much was going on since it was about these in the morning.
Last night Jenn and I had dinner at Kickbacks where we saw MC and ge bought us dinner. Our dear Ron Burgundy rubbed my back lovingly while taking our orders, making me feel loved and safe with his adorable father-like presence. After we left Kickbacks we rode our bikes around Riverside and saw Sherlock Holmes. After getting coffee and bile lights and sitting at Starbucks for a while we went back to Kickbacks for dessert, then home.
Today I just ran errands, and had dinner with Rob at the Loop. Then we went to O'Brothers for some drinks before coming to the theater.
Time to actually watch the movie and drink this heinous beer. Woo.
Anyways, since I last posted I have come home and been home for about a week. My drive home was horrid. I left on Friday right after an exam instead of leaving Saturday and staying at Britt's for a night or so. I ended up driving through my blizzard on my way to South Carolina. Driving through it was a horrible idea. I wish I would be exaggerating when I say that I am shocked I made it alive. First, there was the weather. Snow and ice everywhere, and all of the cars. It was a nightmare. Second, I hadn't slept on three days. I was not only falling asleep at the wheel, but hallucinating. I spent a good twenty miles convinced the car in front of me was Frankenstein running away from me.
I got home last Saturday and just slept, I think. I can't really remember what I did in the next dew days besides Christmas shopping out the wazoo.
Jenn came home on Wednesday I think and that night we went to Square One, where I think I met my future husband. Although I didn't get his name or anything. He was an art dealer and an iPhone app developer. So he said. Jenn and I had a jolly time at Square One and hung out for a while after.
Thursday was Christmas Eve. I went to my dads and met Kathleen's entire family. My new step sister is like 40. The whole night was horrible. No one would talk to me. Every time I got settled in a room everyone would leave. My step sister's husband was a dick. And I got the ugliest Christmas gifts ever. My dad and Kathleen got everyone PJs to wear for Christmas and mine were hot pink with frogs. Seriously?! My dad and uncle Tim got blue plaid PJs. I want those. It was nice to have Tim and Peg there, since I haven't seen them in about eight years. Tim is hilarious and we have the same sense of humor so we get along well. It was fun to see him interact with the new family because they didn't know how to react to anything he would say. And he's always drunk, in a non-alcoholic way, so that's a plus.
Christmas day was very good, after I left my dads and got home. I got lots of clothes and books and gift arcs for Saks, Neiman Marcus, and Bloomingdales worth $1500 so I can do some damage with those. That night Corbett and I went to see Sherlock Holmes, my first time. It was amazing. And now, watching it for the third time, it's still amazing.
The day after Christmas we thought it would be a good idea to go shopping at the town center, and we were wrong. It was swamped. Worse than black Friday. I saw a bunch of people from EHS and just ran off and avoided talking to any of them, aside from Kristin Otterson.
That night Jenn and I went to Kickbacks and the old man that's always there came over and gave us out menus and it was hilarious and adorable. After Kickbacks we got ready to go to TSI, then went to Adams for a bit. We hung out around TSI, I peed in a alley behind a dumpster then we went inside. This was Saturday and it was dead. We were in the front dancing for a bit when Jenn got on stage to explore and found an ice cold, unopened 20oz PBR. Naturally I slipped it under my super stylish sweatshirt I was wearing an boogied off and we drank it in the bathroom. Good god I can't wait until I'm 21. We left TSI and went to the Casbah with Corbett for a bit, then to Shanty Town where not much was going on since it was about these in the morning.
Last night Jenn and I had dinner at Kickbacks where we saw MC and ge bought us dinner. Our dear Ron Burgundy rubbed my back lovingly while taking our orders, making me feel loved and safe with his adorable father-like presence. After we left Kickbacks we rode our bikes around Riverside and saw Sherlock Holmes. After getting coffee and bile lights and sitting at Starbucks for a while we went back to Kickbacks for dessert, then home.
Today I just ran errands, and had dinner with Rob at the Loop. Then we went to O'Brothers for some drinks before coming to the theater.
Time to actually watch the movie and drink this heinous beer. Woo.
Friday, December 18, 2009
I lied, had to post this.
A few months ago my dad said something about my cousin Anna being on Project Runway, so I googled and whatnot, creeped her facebook, and didn't see anything about it, so I just figured it was just Steve getting confused. Again.
Then tonight I see on facebook that her status is "rumorz be true! it's time to unleash the wall after so much fear of spilled beans :)"
I am so excited for her. I think its odd that when we were younger we were close, but as much anymore. I haven't seen her in year due to family issues, but I recently noticed that she is a printmaker as well. Funny familial ties.
And now here she is on Project Runway. So excited for her.
On a similar yet unrelated note, I am still in the library. I think I started having a weird reaction to the combination of no sleep in days, no food, and too much Adderall in my system a few hours ago. I was typing my proposal for Loftus and my hands started shaking, I kept seeing bugs run across my keyboard and at one point I was convinced that my keyboard that curved. SO I took an hour nap on the couch and when I woke up I was fine. I had a weird dream that Melissa was on lookbook.nu, and she asked me to be her photographer. When I woke up she was sitting at the table and in my groggy, drunk-like waking up state I said all in one breath, "good morning I just had a dream you were on lookbook what time is it oh its only 2 am I have to study." She didn't say anything then told me that she applied for a lookbook.nu account just two days ago. I told her that she will be accepted because I am psychic and all my dreams come true. Ha. I wish.
Anyways, Ancient Greece exam in 5 hours. I really need to study. Point of this post: I am so excited for Anna. This is amazing.
Then tonight I see on facebook that her status is "rumorz be true! it's time to unleash the wall after so much fear of spilled beans :)"
I am so excited for her. I think its odd that when we were younger we were close, but as much anymore. I haven't seen her in year due to family issues, but I recently noticed that she is a printmaker as well. Funny familial ties.
And now here she is on Project Runway. So excited for her.
On a similar yet unrelated note, I am still in the library. I think I started having a weird reaction to the combination of no sleep in days, no food, and too much Adderall in my system a few hours ago. I was typing my proposal for Loftus and my hands started shaking, I kept seeing bugs run across my keyboard and at one point I was convinced that my keyboard that curved. SO I took an hour nap on the couch and when I woke up I was fine. I had a weird dream that Melissa was on lookbook.nu, and she asked me to be her photographer. When I woke up she was sitting at the table and in my groggy, drunk-like waking up state I said all in one breath, "good morning I just had a dream you were on lookbook what time is it oh its only 2 am I have to study." She didn't say anything then told me that she applied for a lookbook.nu account just two days ago. I told her that she will be accepted because I am psychic and all my dreams come true. Ha. I wish.
Anyways, Ancient Greece exam in 5 hours. I really need to study. Point of this post: I am so excited for Anna. This is amazing.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
When I die, I want to be Cremastered, Matthew Barney style
After my long post the other day about Dandi Wind, I feel the need to write two more like that. One on Emily Haines, and one on Matthew Barney. The one on Emily Haines will take forever because I will spend hours looking up images and watching videos and being jealous of her life.
The Matthew Barney post will take hours because I could write for years on him. I have this discussion a lot with people, but I don't think anyone fully understand my love for this man and his work. And it really doesn't hurt that he is basically gorgeous. Damn Bjork. She is quite lucky. The Cremaster Cycle book by Nancy Spector, the curator from the Guggenheim is possibly my prized possession. While working at Tenet over the summer I made a lot of large purchases, like a new Holga camera with all of the attachments and accessories, Blink 182 tickets, a flight to New York and masses of clothing, but the only wise purchase I made was buying this book. Who spends $300 on a book? Me, that's who.
I had to leave it at home since it is so damn heavy and huge. Plus the casing is delicate and I'd rather not mess it up. Thank go the Sweet Briar Library has a copy though. I have been living in the library for the last week or so, and there have been multiple times where I have wandered down into the stacks to get a book, but soon find myself sitting on the ground, pouring over this book. I just planned on this being a quick post, but of course that didn't happen, the second "Matthew Barney" was mentioned.
Apparently I am not the only one that is super excited about owning the book...
In the beginning of this semester, I was in John's class, getting ready to apply a huge map onto a birch panel. I was applying the paste with my hands, because that was just the easiest way, and it was fun. John walked past, giving me an odd look for sitting there like a five year old, covered in paste, smearing it around. I said, "I feel like Matthew Barney playing with his Vaseline." He said, "You know Matthew Barney?" surprised, because 99% of people my age do not, actually, not enough people know him, but they will. HE is already in art history texts. Anyways, I told him I did, and that he is my favorite artist, ever. He sat in silence a minute, just looking at me, and finally came out with, "you make more sense now that I know that Matthew Barney is your favorite artist." I am still not too sure ho to take that, since Matthew Barney's most well known work is seriously messed up. Amazing, once you understand the symbolism and the story lines, but its messed up.
On my TweetDeck, I keep a search column open for tweets regarding Matthew Barney (along with other people/things, I' not THAT much of a creeper), and Once, around last May, a woman tweeted "Am following some folks I found searching for Matthew Barney. This one chick has a mad crush on him... Yeah didn't follow her." You know you have issues when you see something like that and know immediately know it is you. I replied and now we are tight, via Twitter.
My favorites on Twitter have a good amount of Matthew Barney related tweets saved:
@VIKTORIA_LISBET: I'm wondering what Matthew Barney does with all of the Petroleum Jelly in the privacy of his own home. Perhaps there will be some clue.
@kgoreee: I would like Matthew Barney for my birthday. Someone make that happen. This tweet will be making its return in 133 short days
Perfection: @BrandonJD: Football + Yale + Bjork + Male Reproductive Organs + Indulgent Art Films - Humility = Matthew Barney
This post has gotten out of hand. Good God.
I want to travel to Brussels, Isle of Man, or Turkey to see where he got all of his inspiration from for the films and to see where they were shot. I want to go to a film festival overseas to see the entirety of the films. When reading the Nancy Spector book, I realize that there are so many aspects of the films that I cannot understand through reading since I have not seen it. YouTube videos are not enough. I am missing hours footage. I want to fully understand the relationship between the Entered Apprentice and the Architect. Cremaster 3 the one I want to see the most. I wrote a huge paper sophomore year on The Order from Cremaster 3, on the Masonic symbolism and how, as the last film out of the 5, it pulls together all 5 films perfectly. One of my favorite parts of The Order is that includes Agnostic Front and Murphey's Law to represent the battle between two groups. In this case, New York punk versus New York hard core. Aimee Mullins as the Entered Novitiate, the Entered Apprentice's counterpart. And artist Richard Serra as the architect.
At least I am not as crazy as this guy.... I don't think I would even go as far as to get a Cremaster tattoo. I don't think. I hope I don't get to that point one day...
Aaaand if anyone wants to get me this shirt for Christmas, I would love you forever.
Okay, time to go back to my paper. This is was a monstorous waste of time, but worthwhile.
The Matthew Barney post will take hours because I could write for years on him. I have this discussion a lot with people, but I don't think anyone fully understand my love for this man and his work. And it really doesn't hurt that he is basically gorgeous. Damn Bjork. She is quite lucky. The Cremaster Cycle book by Nancy Spector, the curator from the Guggenheim is possibly my prized possession. While working at Tenet over the summer I made a lot of large purchases, like a new Holga camera with all of the attachments and accessories, Blink 182 tickets, a flight to New York and masses of clothing, but the only wise purchase I made was buying this book. Who spends $300 on a book? Me, that's who.
I had to leave it at home since it is so damn heavy and huge. Plus the casing is delicate and I'd rather not mess it up. Thank go the Sweet Briar Library has a copy though. I have been living in the library for the last week or so, and there have been multiple times where I have wandered down into the stacks to get a book, but soon find myself sitting on the ground, pouring over this book. I just planned on this being a quick post, but of course that didn't happen, the second "Matthew Barney" was mentioned.
Apparently I am not the only one that is super excited about owning the book...
In the beginning of this semester, I was in John's class, getting ready to apply a huge map onto a birch panel. I was applying the paste with my hands, because that was just the easiest way, and it was fun. John walked past, giving me an odd look for sitting there like a five year old, covered in paste, smearing it around. I said, "I feel like Matthew Barney playing with his Vaseline." He said, "You know Matthew Barney?" surprised, because 99% of people my age do not, actually, not enough people know him, but they will. HE is already in art history texts. Anyways, I told him I did, and that he is my favorite artist, ever. He sat in silence a minute, just looking at me, and finally came out with, "you make more sense now that I know that Matthew Barney is your favorite artist." I am still not too sure ho to take that, since Matthew Barney's most well known work is seriously messed up. Amazing, once you understand the symbolism and the story lines, but its messed up.
On my TweetDeck, I keep a search column open for tweets regarding Matthew Barney (along with other people/things, I' not THAT much of a creeper), and Once, around last May, a woman tweeted "Am following some folks I found searching for Matthew Barney. This one chick has a mad crush on him... Yeah didn't follow her." You know you have issues when you see something like that and know immediately know it is you. I replied and now we are tight, via Twitter.
My favorites on Twitter have a good amount of Matthew Barney related tweets saved:
@VIKTORIA_LISBET: I'm wondering what Matthew Barney does with all of the Petroleum Jelly in the privacy of his own home. Perhaps there will be some clue.
@kgoreee: I would like Matthew Barney for my birthday. Someone make that happen. This tweet will be making its return in 133 short days
Perfection: @BrandonJD: Football + Yale + Bjork + Male Reproductive Organs + Indulgent Art Films - Humility = Matthew Barney
This post has gotten out of hand. Good God.
I want to travel to Brussels, Isle of Man, or Turkey to see where he got all of his inspiration from for the films and to see where they were shot. I want to go to a film festival overseas to see the entirety of the films. When reading the Nancy Spector book, I realize that there are so many aspects of the films that I cannot understand through reading since I have not seen it. YouTube videos are not enough. I am missing hours footage. I want to fully understand the relationship between the Entered Apprentice and the Architect. Cremaster 3 the one I want to see the most. I wrote a huge paper sophomore year on The Order from Cremaster 3, on the Masonic symbolism and how, as the last film out of the 5, it pulls together all 5 films perfectly. One of my favorite parts of The Order is that includes Agnostic Front and Murphey's Law to represent the battle between two groups. In this case, New York punk versus New York hard core. Aimee Mullins as the Entered Novitiate, the Entered Apprentice's counterpart. And artist Richard Serra as the architect.
At least I am not as crazy as this guy.... I don't think I would even go as far as to get a Cremaster tattoo. I don't think. I hope I don't get to that point one day...
Aaaand if anyone wants to get me this shirt for Christmas, I would love you forever.
Okay, time to go back to my paper. This is was a monstorous waste of time, but worthwhile.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I Ching, Revisited
It has been a while since I have used the I Ching, and I have barely thought about it. For a while it was a staple in my life, and now its just sitting on my book shelf, forgotten along with the Tao Te Ching. I feel somewhat bad about that. I was just doing homework in the "China room" of the library, and as I was leaving, a copy of the I Ching caught my eye. I figured, "why not?"
I feel like I have been punished. I know that's not at all how it works, and it is more for forewarning and coping than anything else, but seriously. The first time I did it my hexagram was 58, Open. I was open in my lower and upper trigrams, so open in my inner and outer worlds. It seemed to be positive, until I realized I had a transforming line in my upper trigram I forgot to change. That completely changed everything. That one little line left me with 38, Polarizing. Not something I want right now, at all.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by a tension between polar opposites, which needs to be acknowledged and given the proper place."
I tried again, with a different issue in mind, praying for a more positive outcome. Nope. No such luck. The Well.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by the waters of life welling up from the depth. Maintaining a clear access to this central life cource is crucial for one's well-being and nourishment"
The well.
Amending the capital, not amending the well.
Without losing, without acquired.
Going, coming: welling, welling.
Muddy culmination: truly not-yet the well-rope in the well.
Ruining one's pitcher: pitfall.
Ehhhhh.
I just tried to explain this all to Britt, I am pretty sure she thinks I am crazy now. I am not one to believe in oracles, horoscopes, palm reading, any of that. Its all a load of bull. Especially horoscopes. They are so vague that you can apply it to any and all situations. However with the I Ching it is more about your life, your feelings, and what is heading your way. Each hexagram is so different and precise that you would really have to stretch to apply it to different parts of your life. Take Jenn's reaction, even she was a believer after one hexagram.
I want to get back into doing the I Ching on a regular basis, back to reading the Tao Te Ching and whatnot. I miss it.
I feel like this will be a post that is deleted tomorrow when I wake up. It's 5 am and I have barely slept in the last few days. Time for bed.
I feel like I have been punished. I know that's not at all how it works, and it is more for forewarning and coping than anything else, but seriously. The first time I did it my hexagram was 58, Open. I was open in my lower and upper trigrams, so open in my inner and outer worlds. It seemed to be positive, until I realized I had a transforming line in my upper trigram I forgot to change. That completely changed everything. That one little line left me with 38, Polarizing. Not something I want right now, at all.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by a tension between polar opposites, which needs to be acknowledged and given the proper place."
I tried again, with a different issue in mind, praying for a more positive outcome. Nope. No such luck. The Well.
"The situation described by this hexagram is characterized by the waters of life welling up from the depth. Maintaining a clear access to this central life cource is crucial for one's well-being and nourishment"
The well.
Amending the capital, not amending the well.
Without losing, without acquired.
Going, coming: welling, welling.
Muddy culmination: truly not-yet the well-rope in the well.
Ruining one's pitcher: pitfall.
Ehhhhh.
I just tried to explain this all to Britt, I am pretty sure she thinks I am crazy now. I am not one to believe in oracles, horoscopes, palm reading, any of that. Its all a load of bull. Especially horoscopes. They are so vague that you can apply it to any and all situations. However with the I Ching it is more about your life, your feelings, and what is heading your way. Each hexagram is so different and precise that you would really have to stretch to apply it to different parts of your life. Take Jenn's reaction, even she was a believer after one hexagram.
I want to get back into doing the I Ching on a regular basis, back to reading the Tao Te Ching and whatnot. I miss it.
I feel like this will be a post that is deleted tomorrow when I wake up. It's 5 am and I have barely slept in the last few days. Time for bed.
Monday, December 14, 2009
My love for Dandelion Wind Opaine
It runs very deep.
Girls like her fascinate me, but I feel that she is the epitome of the "authentic" girl. I don't mean to sound like Carles, but it is true. Her music, her style, her words, all of it is her own, and he is not influenced by anyone else. As a musician, an artist, a director, everything is completely authentic. I mean, with a name like Dandelion Wind Opaine, how could you not be? ("She swears it's her real name and claims that she was raised by hippies in a cabin in the forests of central British Colombia with neither electricity nor running water." - via allmusic.com) She styles and directs all of Fan Death's videos and photo shoots, and every thing turns out to be different than anything I have ever seen before.
The Lab Magazine interviewed both her and Marta in Issue 00 for an article on Fan Death, and even all of her responses were so different. I cannot articulate exactly what I think about her originality. It's just crazy.
She directed the video for "Cannibal" (which I posted a few days ago) after some crazy mega-fan sent her and Marta life size, anatomically correct dolls of themselves (which remind me of the weird man in the video). She based the whole idea of the video off of those dolls. Also, she directed the video for Lady Sovereign's video for "I Got You Dancing." While of course I am a fan of Lady Sov, this video's content is so dynamic. Dandi was inspired by the Warriors and made this awesomely confrontational video with local dancers from Vancouver. Can you ever go wrong with a little bit of stop motion?
Behind the scenes clip of the shoot from Lab Magazine. Dandi styled both her and MArta, and the majority of the clothes that were used are actually Dandi's, along with from diesel Diesel shoes. (heh... heh...) And damn, anyone that can be electrocuted int he middle of a set and keep playing has points in my book. (Minus the guy from Shai Hulud... that was his fault. Even though it remains one of the most terrifying things I have ever witnessed)
Marta had a hilarious qoute in that interview that was printed in the magazine. "I don't hate anything. Only love." Then the next question he asks her response is: "I hate scrunchies!" Oh Marta... I love you too, but its just not the same.
Even just the idea of Fan Death amazes me. Dandi was (and still is) a part of the Dandi Wind Band, and Marta saw her perform, and decided to talk to her. Two years later, they have made this amazing creation. They have revived a genre of music that is seldom heard and enjoyed by my generation, and they gave it their own twist. Marta has roots in folk piano while Dandi is all about the electro side of music. Combine the two and the outcome is electro-disco, set for the current time.
I know this is media heavy, but I feel that it was worth it. Shes just so damn creative, innovative, authentic and already prolific. I just don't know what to do with myself... But I do know that I have a lot of respect for this girl. I wish I had the brain power right now to properly articulate what I am thinking.
"This is a coin for the well, I wish my wrongs were righted."
Girls like her fascinate me, but I feel that she is the epitome of the "authentic" girl. I don't mean to sound like Carles, but it is true. Her music, her style, her words, all of it is her own, and he is not influenced by anyone else. As a musician, an artist, a director, everything is completely authentic. I mean, with a name like Dandelion Wind Opaine, how could you not be? ("She swears it's her real name and claims that she was raised by hippies in a cabin in the forests of central British Colombia with neither electricity nor running water." - via allmusic.com) She styles and directs all of Fan Death's videos and photo shoots, and every thing turns out to be different than anything I have ever seen before.
The Lab Magazine interviewed both her and Marta in Issue 00 for an article on Fan Death, and even all of her responses were so different. I cannot articulate exactly what I think about her originality. It's just crazy.
She directed the video for "Cannibal" (which I posted a few days ago) after some crazy mega-fan sent her and Marta life size, anatomically correct dolls of themselves (which remind me of the weird man in the video). She based the whole idea of the video off of those dolls. Also, she directed the video for Lady Sovereign's video for "I Got You Dancing." While of course I am a fan of Lady Sov, this video's content is so dynamic. Dandi was inspired by the Warriors and made this awesomely confrontational video with local dancers from Vancouver. Can you ever go wrong with a little bit of stop motion?
Behind the scenes clip of the shoot from Lab Magazine. Dandi styled both her and MArta, and the majority of the clothes that were used are actually Dandi's, along with from diesel Diesel shoes. (heh... heh...) And damn, anyone that can be electrocuted int he middle of a set and keep playing has points in my book. (Minus the guy from Shai Hulud... that was his fault. Even though it remains one of the most terrifying things I have ever witnessed)
Marta had a hilarious qoute in that interview that was printed in the magazine. "I don't hate anything. Only love." Then the next question he asks her response is: "I hate scrunchies!" Oh Marta... I love you too, but its just not the same.
Even just the idea of Fan Death amazes me. Dandi was (and still is) a part of the Dandi Wind Band, and Marta saw her perform, and decided to talk to her. Two years later, they have made this amazing creation. They have revived a genre of music that is seldom heard and enjoyed by my generation, and they gave it their own twist. Marta has roots in folk piano while Dandi is all about the electro side of music. Combine the two and the outcome is electro-disco, set for the current time.
I know this is media heavy, but I feel that it was worth it. Shes just so damn creative, innovative, authentic and already prolific. I just don't know what to do with myself... But I do know that I have a lot of respect for this girl. I wish I had the brain power right now to properly articulate what I am thinking.
"This is a coin for the well, I wish my wrongs were righted."
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Slacking. Headache. Hungry.
I just created a tumblr, and the first thing I feel the need to do is to blog here, before posting anything there. I feel like I am cheating.
Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.
Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...
Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.
Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.
Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.
Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.
Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.
Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.
My to do list for this week:
-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)
-accordion book
-AG IDs for exam
-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu
-Early 20th century art exam
-Arts Management Exam
-Portfolios done by Tuesday
-time sheet from Karol's box
-box for art barn supplies
-exchange Liam's shorts
Friday was the last day of the classes for the semester. Although I only had one class, and hours and hours of work. Art history was the funniest class I think I have had all semester. Kim is very conservative, and even said "boobs" makes her blush. We were looking at a painting, I think it was a Matisse but I can't remember. Her commentary? "Her tits are hanging out!" Granted, this is true, and she had the weirdest shaped boobs we have ever seen. Malone: "I'm sorry what was the question? I can't stop looking at her chest..." One girl commented that they looked like a boomarang, making Ashley immediately go, "you mean like a booberang?!" And that was the funniest thing I have ever heard. I laughed so hard that Megan, who was a few classrooms down, texted me telling me that she heard me laugh.
Work Friday was the first time I had been in the new office. It was weird. It will be interesting being a new building. Especially without Megan...
Friday night Britt and I hung out, and went to GV to Melchor's. Afterwards we came back to her room and started watching a movie, but I immediately fell asleep, and woke up at 6:00. Walked back across campus to my room and it was 16 degrees out. Yuck.
Saturday I woke up late and did absolutely noting productive. Well, I did go to Volvo and get an oil change. Megan and I went to Vito's in Lovingston for dinner, then to the Colleen drive through which I have always wanted to go to. Although we looked so stupid standing there. It was 25 degrees, I was wearing a skirt, standing outside, getting ice cream. Dumb.
Now I am sitting in the library, in my cozy nook in the lowest level of the stacks. I have done nothing productive. At. All. My Papaya Farm playing has gotten out of hand. I unplugged my phone today at noon, so it charged all night. Then I played Papaya Farm so much today that by 5:00 I already had the 20% of battery life warning flash. Horrible.
Backtrack: On Friday, Ashley and I went to White Hart, and it was not as delicious as I remember. I have only been a few times this year. A few times with Ashley and twice with Matt. Otherwise, neither Ashley nor I have had time to go. We were both thuroughly disappointed that there is a new man working there, making the sandwhiches. Its just not the same.
Hipster Runoff is back. THank Christ.
Slacking slacking slacking.... I was planning on leaving on Wednesday, but I have so much to do, I don't think it's possible. I have already planned to "forget" to finish my accordion book. I literally have no time, and I hate the assignment anyways. John won't care.
My to do list for this week:
-work on proposals
-OOTJ
-Loftus (meeting Monday morning)
-accordion book
-AG IDs for exam
-Junior Banquet odes - Jan 20 class2011@sbc.edu
-Early 20th century art exam
-Arts Management Exam
-
-time sheet from Karol's box
-box for art barn supplies
-exchange Liam's shorts
Thursday, December 10, 2009
I'm on drugs.
Right now I have antibiotics, pain killers, and adderall in my system. And I just had intense deja vu. I didn't realize how wired I am until Allison asked "Did you take another adderall because you are on the most intense mission I have ever seen." Yes. Yes I had.
I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.
Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.
So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.
So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.
Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.
Stolen from Matthew Hasting's tumblr.
I have about 2.3 seconds to post this since I am in the middle of working on a presentation that I have to give tomorrow. I am sitting in what I have come to view as my "blogging" table in the basement of my building, where some of my longer, weirder posts have been written.
Anyways. The health center did not know if I had mono or strep, so they decided to treat me for strep even though the antibiotics would have had a bad reaction if I have mono. So far, so good. On Monday I was in so much pain in my glands that I could not lift my head or talk. I went to work, and my teacher and boss basically kicked me out of the building and told me to leave work and not to come to class since I was a wreck. I went back to my room and slept until art instead. And then I only lasted a few minutes before I went to the health center. While I was there they tested me for both mono and strep, but I tested negative for both since they were the quick 5 minute tests that are always wrong. She started to tell me that since I was negative for everything she couldn't give me any medicine and I broke down. I spent from Saturday to then in the most pain I have ever been in. I wasnt eating or talking and barely sleeping since moving my head at all hurt. The only way it was bearable was to tuck my chin into my left collar bone. And walking around like that doesn't really work out.
So I started to cry, which only inflamed my throat even more, putting me in more pain. She gave me a prescription for some pain killers and antibiotics and this weird mouthwash and sent me on my way. After a long debacle at CVS over insurance and what not, I was blessed with my drugs. I took the pills and used the mouth wash, which is the most ridiculous thing I have even experienced. In the parking lot I gargled it for a minute, and my lips, cheeks, tongue, and entire throat went completely numb. It was magical.
So now it is Wednesday. Gave my presentation this morning. Had my final critique with John this afternoon. Working on my arts management presentation now.
Going home Wednesday. I am thrilled.
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