I think I'll just stay home and recover from this cold. :(
Monday, December 28, 2009
A Taste of Tokyo, perhaps?
What?! It's been done? Guess I'll have to find something else to do tomorrow.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Recent Thoughts.
b. I do not need to see your honeymoon pictures. No, not any of them. Just one single picture from the entire batch is representative of you two bumping uglies and I do not need to see anything- anything- from your trip that is drive by this purpose. Kissy pictures in any context are bad enough, but honeymoon kissy pictures?? Spare me. Please. Blech.
c. I need to learn how to cook. Real Japanese food. Like this:
There are ramen noodles in the broth, people. Yumtastic.
d. Big news pending :)
Saturday, December 5, 2009
YOU DO NOT WANT TO MISS THIS.
BABIES.
: A movie.
: A documentary.
: Four different countries.
from Focus Features.
which brought us such art house goodies as Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Lost in Translation
(and Coraline, Burn After Reading, Be Kind Rewind, Atonement, Dan in Real Life, etc etc etc).
: A movie.
: A documentary.
: Four different countries.
from Focus Features.
which brought us such art house goodies as Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind and Lost in Translation
(and Coraline, Burn After Reading, Be Kind Rewind, Atonement, Dan in Real Life, etc etc etc).
Monday, November 23, 2009
Grandma Got Ran Over By a Reindeer. Santa was paid in milk and cookies.
This is how you should get into the holiday spirit!!!
[Disclaimer: not for the geriatrically sensitive.]
[Disclaimer: not for the geriatrically sensitive.]
Saturday, November 7, 2009
I'm behind schedule
By two hours and eight minutes.
And I'm not even at the library!
Sigh.
I've been getting more acquainted with the blogosphere lately (mostly wedding ones. turbly gorrrgeous) so that's how I've wasted my morning thus far. My stack of six books of Shakespeare literary criticism next to my laptop on the right, and on the left, my black mug of ice water, and directly in front of me my Word document peeking out from behind my blog sites-- I can sense my impending academic stress breathing down my neck.
But how breathtaking is the back of this wedding dress?
found here.
although I couldn't find this dress specifically to find out how mind-bombingly expensive it is. boo. i'd like to know.
And I'm not even at the library!
Sigh.
I've been getting more acquainted with the blogosphere lately (mostly wedding ones. turbly gorrrgeous) so that's how I've wasted my morning thus far. My stack of six books of Shakespeare literary criticism next to my laptop on the right, and on the left, my black mug of ice water, and directly in front of me my Word document peeking out from behind my blog sites-- I can sense my impending academic stress breathing down my neck.
But how breathtaking is the back of this wedding dress?
found here.although I couldn't find this dress specifically to find out how mind-bombingly expensive it is. boo. i'd like to know.
AND I discovered the coolest engagement photo shoot concept.
See the rest of the session go here.
See the rest of the session go here.attention:
For the average of 1.3 people per month who may peruse my blog (Jenna that means you) puh-lease don't take this as a sign that I'm getting marriage pangs or that I'm planning my own nuptials. An important disclaimer. Weddings and engagements and dresses and love are simply lovely.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Meltdown, Epiphany, Repeat.
I'm transitioning my way out of a period of despair:
I've been killing myself with school, and I finally realized what's wrong with that.
Life here, right now, is miniscule.
Life is just too too too short to be wasting time doing things that aren't good and that don't make you happy-- and NOT doing things that make you truly happy. It's too short to be wasting it being miserable!
Life is too transitory, too precious to waste to not ALWAYS be LIVING. That's right, living. Enjoying life and having Real Life Experiences-- exercising and eating healthy and getting enough sleep and reading those books that you've always wanted to but never had time for.
Real Life Experiences like falling in love and it fading over time and falling in love and holding onto it for Ever. Real Life Experiences like spending time with a true friend and making time to really read the scriptures and getting to know your FHE family and being creative because dammit if you're not creating what are you contributing?
Forget needing to get straight A's, forget having to prove yourself! Forget petty ambition or fear of being cliche or of being vulnerable. Forget putting Real Life Experiences on hold because you just don't have time for it right now, you have to get through school first.
This is Your Life, right now. There is no other time for Real Life Experiences! It's time twelve years ago to start living.
Amy, be happy. Do what makes you the happiest-- and I mean True Happiness, not eat-a-whole-bag-of-Milky-Ways happiness that ends up feeling more like fattiness. I mean looking at life as the teeny blip on heaven's chronological radar that it is, and to start making it the best Experience that you can, today, right now, every minute. Making yourself the Best person you're capable of.
I've been killing myself with school, and I finally realized what's wrong with that.
James 4:14~
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
from The Tempest, W. Shakespeare~
Our revels now are ended. These are actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
from The Tempest, W. Shakespeare~
Our revels now are ended. These are actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
4:17 Therefore to him that knoweth to do good, and doeth it not, to him it is sin.
Life here, right now, is miniscule.
Life is just too too too short to be wasting time doing things that aren't good and that don't make you happy-- and NOT doing things that make you truly happy. It's too short to be wasting it being miserable!
Life is too transitory, too precious to waste to not ALWAYS be LIVING. That's right, living. Enjoying life and having Real Life Experiences-- exercising and eating healthy and getting enough sleep and reading those books that you've always wanted to but never had time for.
Real Life Experiences like falling in love and it fading over time and falling in love and holding onto it for Ever. Real Life Experiences like spending time with a true friend and making time to really read the scriptures and getting to know your FHE family and being creative because dammit if you're not creating what are you contributing?
Forget needing to get straight A's, forget having to prove yourself! Forget petty ambition or fear of being cliche or of being vulnerable. Forget putting Real Life Experiences on hold because you just don't have time for it right now, you have to get through school first.
This is Your Life, right now. There is no other time for Real Life Experiences! It's time twelve years ago to start living.
Amy, be happy. Do what makes you the happiest-- and I mean True Happiness, not eat-a-whole-bag-of-Milky-Ways happiness that ends up feeling more like fattiness. I mean looking at life as the teeny blip on heaven's chronological radar that it is, and to start making it the best Experience that you can, today, right now, every minute. Making yourself the Best person you're capable of.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Balloon Dog (Blue)
Jeff Koons is marvelous."Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?" -Andy Warhol
Friday, September 18, 2009
Frosted cheerios baked in cake.
I wonder if that would work.
It is 2 o'clock in the morning and that is what I'm thinking about.
Not about the two 400-500 word essays I have to write tonight.
Or the fact that I will have to be at work in less that 7 hours.
Oh, no.
Instead, I listen to the Colbert Report and think about food.
Because that's just how I roll.
What keeps me going? What keeps me from throwing myself into manic despair?
In 12 hours, it's the weekend.
[Weekend = EDP. Shakespeare Festival. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.]
It is 2 o'clock in the morning and that is what I'm thinking about.
Not about the two 400-500 word essays I have to write tonight.
Or the fact that I will have to be at work in less that 7 hours.
Oh, no.
Instead, I listen to the Colbert Report and think about food.
Because that's just how I roll.
What keeps me going? What keeps me from throwing myself into manic despair?
In 12 hours, it's the weekend.
[Weekend = EDP. Shakespeare Festival. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.]
Thursday, August 20, 2009
On Tuesday night, I went up to Salt Lake for a free promo screening of Adam. I'd been looking forward to this for weeks and I was not disappointed.
I went up with the boy and last minute his sister decided to come too, but Fox Searchlight apparently has an incompetent tech department so she never got her RSVP email. I'm sure we can finagle [flirt] you into the movie, I told her, so don't worry about it.
We go up to the theater box office for our tickets:
[Window girl, seeing me and Jenna-- the boy was parking]: Hi, do you need 2 tickets?
[Me]: Actually, we need 3, but we only have a confirmation ticket for 2 because--
[Window girl, nodding slyly]: That's fine. [Hands me 8 tickets.]
Well. Guess we didn't have to worry about that one.
So the movie was adorable. Not only did it start off talking about The Little Prince, AND have 2! Joshua Radin songs in the soundtrack AND take place in New York City, it was fabulously well acted and deliciously endearing. Go see it when it's in general release! Unless you live in NY or LA, in which case you can go see it NOW and I'll be jealous.
After the movie, of course we went to The Pie. I think this was the third or fourth time that the boy and I have gotten Pie pizza in the past month or so. Not that I'm complaining. I'd just like to note that 3 weeks ago when I first suggested we go up to Salt Lake to see the movie, the boy had said,
Okay, we can leave as soon as I get home from work, eat dinner somewhere, then see the movie.
At the Pie? I asked knowingly.
No, he scoffed. There are tons of places to eat in Salt Lake City, we'll find somewhere new. Some type of food neither of us have had in a while. It's good to get a little diversity.
Yeah! Like Thai? Or Mongolian! Have you ever had Mongolian barbecue...
And on.
But it ended up that on the long-awaited day he got off work late so we didn't have time for dinner before the movie. But afterwards, we were hungry so he goes, with a twinkle in his eye,
I am in Salt Lake City. You know where we're going?
The Pie?
You know it!
Had he forgotten the conversation we had had several weeks prior? Yes.
Isn't it "good to get a little diversity"? I thought so.
Do I know Brian better than he knows himself sometimes? Apparently so.
The whole situation makes me smile. Because my green pepper and red onion side of our pizza was delicious, as always.
My new favorite starry-eyed romance.
I went up with the boy and last minute his sister decided to come too, but Fox Searchlight apparently has an incompetent tech department so she never got her RSVP email. I'm sure we can finagle [flirt] you into the movie, I told her, so don't worry about it.
We go up to the theater box office for our tickets:
[Window girl, seeing me and Jenna-- the boy was parking]: Hi, do you need 2 tickets?
[Me]: Actually, we need 3, but we only have a confirmation ticket for 2 because--
[Window girl, nodding slyly]: That's fine. [Hands me 8 tickets.]
Well. Guess we didn't have to worry about that one.
So the movie was adorable. Not only did it start off talking about The Little Prince, AND have 2! Joshua Radin songs in the soundtrack AND take place in New York City, it was fabulously well acted and deliciously endearing. Go see it when it's in general release! Unless you live in NY or LA, in which case you can go see it NOW and I'll be jealous.
After the movie, of course we went to The Pie. I think this was the third or fourth time that the boy and I have gotten Pie pizza in the past month or so. Not that I'm complaining. I'd just like to note that 3 weeks ago when I first suggested we go up to Salt Lake to see the movie, the boy had said,
Okay, we can leave as soon as I get home from work, eat dinner somewhere, then see the movie.
At the Pie? I asked knowingly.
No, he scoffed. There are tons of places to eat in Salt Lake City, we'll find somewhere new. Some type of food neither of us have had in a while. It's good to get a little diversity.
Yeah! Like Thai? Or Mongolian! Have you ever had Mongolian barbecue...
And on.
But it ended up that on the long-awaited day he got off work late so we didn't have time for dinner before the movie. But afterwards, we were hungry so he goes, with a twinkle in his eye,
I am in Salt Lake City. You know where we're going?
The Pie?
You know it!
Had he forgotten the conversation we had had several weeks prior? Yes.
Isn't it "good to get a little diversity"? I thought so.
Do I know Brian better than he knows himself sometimes? Apparently so.
The whole situation makes me smile. Because my green pepper and red onion side of our pizza was delicious, as always.
My new favorite starry-eyed romance.Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Look, guys! I'm movin on up!
I finished The Road by Cormac McCarthy yesterday (a 4.5x cry book), and I felt incredibly accomplished. 287 pages in 2½ days, kids! Now I have another book that I can hold up and say, I've done this one. Not that it's an I've-done-that-one kind of book (that would be more like James' Portrait of a Lady that I've been "reading" since May)-- it was a beautifully sculpted novel, and you should read it BEFORE the movie comes out in October. I'm serious. Please?
It's about a heartbreakingly sweet father-son relationship as they trudge through a post-apocalyptic wasteland and avoid cannibalistic marauders. I usually have a hard time with cheap Hollywood versions of books I like (think: Harry Potter and the Prisoners to Flashy Undeveloped Plots and Dull Actors*). HOWEVER, I think I'll forgive the expected expansion of the woman's role (we need some sex appeal. I understand. And I respect Charlize Theron) and probably some (minor?) plot fabrications, and actually allow myself to enjoy the movie. For Viggo Mortensen's sake.
His undeniable sexiness aside, I think he's actually perfect for the role-- his quiet strength, his ability to portray absolute devotion to those he loves, and his ferocity in actively protecting goodness and innocence. (There is no one more man than Aragorn. Which may be the only role I'm basing all of these characterizations on.) Plus, Robert Duvall and Guy Pearce are in it! And No Country for Old Men was fantastic, so there's hope!
BUT THE BOOK FIRST! Seriously. Don't even watch the trailer until you've read the book. I'm serious. Read it!
*This is the one irrational grudge I hold on to for dear life.
So I'm growing up regarding movies based on books.
____________________________________
"Why would you start a blog...?"
"Because I have things to say. Interesting things. And I think I'm awesome."
"I love how conceited you are... And by love I mean hate."
"I was being sarcastic to achieve a satirical end you boob bomb. Spare me."
"Just about a month ago blogs joined the plentiful list of things I abhor."
"Look who's conceited now."
"Look who's an asshole."
[I thought it was amusing dialogue, though the other speaker may not find it quite so harmlessly tickling if/when the speaker sees I posted this.]
So I'm growing up regarding [not] hating on things [i.e. blogging] that I used to love hating on. Unlike other people.
_________________________________________
In other news, I still do like Lady Gaga (even though she is an alleged hermaphrodite. See: http://gawker.com/5332485/hermaphrodite-lady-gaga-has-your-publicity-stunt-right-here).
So I guess I'm not growing up regarding questionably credible pop stars. I still think of her as an artist.
________________________________________________________________
QUESTION: How do I make hyperlinks with words in my post? Help please. Danke.
And thanks to Jenna for the tip on the movie!
It's about a heartbreakingly sweet father-son relationship as they trudge through a post-apocalyptic wasteland and avoid cannibalistic marauders. I usually have a hard time with cheap Hollywood versions of books I like (think: Harry Potter and the Prisoners to Flashy Undeveloped Plots and Dull Actors*). HOWEVER, I think I'll forgive the expected expansion of the woman's role (we need some sex appeal. I understand. And I respect Charlize Theron) and probably some (minor?) plot fabrications, and actually allow myself to enjoy the movie. For Viggo Mortensen's sake.
His undeniable sexiness aside, I think he's actually perfect for the role-- his quiet strength, his ability to portray absolute devotion to those he loves, and his ferocity in actively protecting goodness and innocence. (There is no one more man than Aragorn. Which may be the only role I'm basing all of these characterizations on.) Plus, Robert Duvall and Guy Pearce are in it! And No Country for Old Men was fantastic, so there's hope!
BUT THE BOOK FIRST! Seriously. Don't even watch the trailer until you've read the book. I'm serious. Read it!
*This is the one irrational grudge I hold on to for dear life.
So I'm growing up regarding movies based on books.
____________________________________
"Why would you start a blog...?"
"Because I have things to say. Interesting things. And I think I'm awesome."
"I love how conceited you are... And by love I mean hate."
"I was being sarcastic to achieve a satirical end you boob bomb. Spare me."
"Just about a month ago blogs joined the plentiful list of things I abhor."
"Look who's conceited now."
"Look who's an asshole."
[I thought it was amusing dialogue, though the other speaker may not find it quite so harmlessly tickling if/when the speaker sees I posted this.]
So I'm growing up regarding [not] hating on things [i.e. blogging] that I used to love hating on. Unlike other people.
_________________________________________
In other news, I still do like Lady Gaga (even though she is an alleged hermaphrodite. See: http://gawker.com/5332485/hermaphrodite-lady-gaga-has-your-publicity-stunt-right-here).
So I guess I'm not growing up regarding questionably credible pop stars. I still think of her as an artist.
________________________________________________________________
QUESTION: How do I make hyperlinks with words in my post? Help please. Danke.
And thanks to Jenna for the tip on the movie!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Define: defeat
Yesterday's thoughts:
Blogs are so. dumb. Everybody has one and it's another ridiculous trend that I want absolutely no part of.
Today's thoughts:
I love my black wedges. I'm going to start a blog.
Thank you, favorite shoes, for your inspiration.
Blogs are so. dumb. Everybody has one and it's another ridiculous trend that I want absolutely no part of.
Today's thoughts:
I love my black wedges. I'm going to start a blog.
Thank you, favorite shoes, for your inspiration.
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