tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41638898228153946162024-02-22T00:44:18.451-08:00A Collage in TransitionBecause life is a collection of moments.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-18942742049097035822015-12-18T13:26:00.000-08:002015-12-18T13:26:05.863-08:00There's a Japanese folk tale about a young man in a village who kindly saves a sea turtle from child tormentors. The sea turtle reveals herself to be aquatic royalty and as repayment for saving her life, takes him to her underwater kingdom where he is lavished with gifts of gold and jewels, with plates piled high with gourmet food. He enjoys endless revelry and entertainment among sequined fish, graceful eels, and fluorescent jellyfish. <div>
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A man he has never seen before passes him on the road. The exasperated man asks the stranger about his family home. "Never heard of them... Oh, but I've heard that name before. Yes, there is a legend--a man by that name disappeared one day and was never seen again. That was over a hundred years ago." He shrugged and kept walking.</div>
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Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-85046605888671366922012-04-26T23:09:00.002-07:002012-04-26T23:40:07.564-07:00My missionary picture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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And my missionary blog: http://postsistertakabori.wordpress.com/Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-30586268423404567652011-11-02T14:15:00.001-07:002011-11-02T14:37:37.641-07:00Been a while.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>It's been a while since I've blogged. It's been miles and miles and a life away.<div><br /></div><div>Provo's been threatening to skip fall altogether as we dip into wintery days, but as I shake hands with November I hold its eyes with mine to tell it,<i> I'm moving through you and I'm not looking back.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div>Then I flash it a smile intentionally ambiguous--<i>was that genuinely benign or was there a hint of mischief?--</i>while I secretly think that I'm happy these days and I'm grateful I got there so fast. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 446px; height: 265px;" src="http://www.des.emory.edu/mfp/lpfox2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">“I am looking for friends. What does that mean -- tame?"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. "It means to establish ties." </span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >"To establish ties?" </span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(24, 24, 24); font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >"Just that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you I am nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world....” </span></div></span></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-31473657721021959402011-07-15T05:01:00.000-07:002011-07-15T05:27:03.555-07:00EarthquakeI'm quietly sitting through a minor earthquake to blog, and it feels apropos.<br /><br />My summer in Japan has been surreal. I don't know what I was expecting, but I didn't expect it to go this fast, or so far from what I started with.<br /><br />What my present life consists of: My baby chicks who I teach English to. Being one of the guys, again. Not cooking EVER, and eating delicious food. Procrastination. Procrastination. Procrastination. Repressed panic.<br /><br />And.<br /><br />What is no longer in my imminent future: Grad school. Married life. Life in the United States.<br /><br />I think I'm still too numb to process all of this completely, but I'm pretty sure I'm feeling okay about all of this.<br /><br />But my new Japan BFFs are great. I love institute. I love my family ward. I love the Japanese language and Japanese people and city life.<br /><br />But lately I find myself just sitting and staring off into space for a while. Not sure what I'm waiting for.<br /><br />As usual, I will crawl into movies to hide and/or to find.<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JpCuFRC750E?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-41297941736840470912011-06-18T04:16:00.001-07:002011-06-18T04:17:29.793-07:00Officially addicted.So I finally started working on my pinterest boards.<br /><br />And I'm officially addicted.<br /><br />Get on and join the fun!<br /><br />http://pinterest.com/amyinpaste/<br /><br />[And thus I continue falling further and further and further behind in my schoolwork...]Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-17532653509123104432011-05-17T02:43:00.000-07:002011-05-17T04:12:54.056-07:00Meta-Jewelry<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">How creepy is this ring!<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimE9r7-PPTnVVyo0GGYPvj0bxfP6UebI4PSbnPfds9EKuU_YocO9aOY773H12r1KjSP78RegnydLjXgiBTR01cis20PBTwzsJ95luNrqnxrQQYNU69AaVB7RkWFxdcLW2wOX2XNeZ1rYU/s1600/wm5684-vintage-estate-diamond-ring-on-hand-ring.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimE9r7-PPTnVVyo0GGYPvj0bxfP6UebI4PSbnPfds9EKuU_YocO9aOY773H12r1KjSP78RegnydLjXgiBTR01cis20PBTwzsJ95luNrqnxrQQYNU69AaVB7RkWFxdcLW2wOX2XNeZ1rYU/s320/wm5684-vintage-estate-diamond-ring-on-hand-ring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607619110911052978" border="0" /></a><br />It looks like a baby alien hand grasping your finger. Where's the baby alien's <span style="font-style: italic;">body</span>, you ask? It's <span style="font-style: italic;">in yours. </span><span>The only cool thing that redeems this bizarro creation is that it's meta-jewelry.<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> [found <a href="http://www.westonjewelry.com/estate-genuine-diamond-on-hand-ring-solid-18k-gold.html">at Weston Jewelry</a>.]<br /></span><br />Fortunately, this estate/antique jewelry store has other rings that are hands-down (and sans hands) <span style="font-weight: bold;">gorgeous.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTZilxPQYhozxa9ZK33SVpigHQrNNZzt3WkuLnpZ_6NB0_APspkMJPhnVoiJNMv1CYdavUYrPaEzD-RxQkfyNe2vGtQsh0iL656KR70JtC4qy7e2loCFQG1mJ9_qyzzSkNCSG91Izpu4/s1600/wm6556i-blue-sapphire-engagement-ring-diamond-platinum.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijTZilxPQYhozxa9ZK33SVpigHQrNNZzt3WkuLnpZ_6NB0_APspkMJPhnVoiJNMv1CYdavUYrPaEzD-RxQkfyNe2vGtQsh0iL656KR70JtC4qy7e2loCFQG1mJ9_qyzzSkNCSG91Izpu4/s320/wm6556i-blue-sapphire-engagement-ring-diamond-platinum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607626464684747954" border="0" /></a><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >sapphire, diamond, and platinum<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Seriously?? So so so so sooo beautiful. It's also $8000 and already sold.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fFw1yN2oV50jjODlVPU5Ah4odiQgu8jNdCEUDTpe16DPuTdZixzWSELTbPb8F4VI3WOmPgHNOe44Fj8TMQnYY587iROrkyFm1LYiQSw3qnEiD82lHOV6sCgde399BHLebN4xFyYSVmc/s1600/la113i-pink-sapphire-gemstone-solitaire-ring-14k-white-gold.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1fFw1yN2oV50jjODlVPU5Ah4odiQgu8jNdCEUDTpe16DPuTdZixzWSELTbPb8F4VI3WOmPgHNOe44Fj8TMQnYY587iROrkyFm1LYiQSw3qnEiD82lHOV6sCgde399BHLebN4xFyYSVmc/s320/la113i-pink-sapphire-gemstone-solitaire-ring-14k-white-gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607623684865849410" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">pink sapphire, white gold</span></span><br />How pretty! I like the proportions between the width of the band and the circle. This one's only $650. "Only."<br /><br /><br />Now, I'm really not a diamond kind of girl, but I can definitely this ring on my finger--<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhpE-4_KJRQBmJt1wuwPOiMDkClEFj6DtAyGpIHVf6dnAmdSBhXkwKpUlgQqhN53GE752X13rKGdKNDJX1GwfBhFmxPEnAW3vyzN3BRNKbAQmbbf2F2lB9RcmBahzoGG1uU18n7JjnjA/s1600/green-eco-friendly-engagement-ring-14k-white-gold-dia891i.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhpE-4_KJRQBmJt1wuwPOiMDkClEFj6DtAyGpIHVf6dnAmdSBhXkwKpUlgQqhN53GE752X13rKGdKNDJX1GwfBhFmxPEnAW3vyzN3BRNKbAQmbbf2F2lB9RcmBahzoGG1uU18n7JjnjA/s320/green-eco-friendly-engagement-ring-14k-white-gold-dia891i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607623223894780274" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">diamond and white gold</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />WOW. </span>My face in emoticon-ese: :-O!<br />Seriously seriously seriously <span style="font-weight: bold;">WOW.</span><br />See more shots of this piece of beauty <a href="http://www.westonjewelry.com/vintage-style-wheat-detail-old-european-cut-diamond-engagement-ring-solid-14k-white-gold.html">here</a>.<br />And this one's still available! [Hint hint to a certain someone! Quick!]<br />And it's only $1900! :)<br /><br /><br /><br />And this one's adorable.<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTQt2lsMjWt6mlWdcJR0W25G1UZ5QxiuJhgeR4pea6l6M7lN8MdvHwRP35TJCfLZZVNG3BV8Mj9k7ZVR9CKOpfFc3c2qBrjuKNQcuh2REixAXK7kelL4vK2FOhatcrixMVQyPWp4pqTQ/s1600/wm5705i5-heart-diamond-engagement-ring-14k-gold.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPTQt2lsMjWt6mlWdcJR0W25G1UZ5QxiuJhgeR4pea6l6M7lN8MdvHwRP35TJCfLZZVNG3BV8Mj9k7ZVR9CKOpfFc3c2qBrjuKNQcuh2REixAXK7kelL4vK2FOhatcrixMVQyPWp4pqTQ/s320/wm5705i5-heart-diamond-engagement-ring-14k-gold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607623869855919122" border="0" /></a></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span><span>diamond and white gold</span></span></span><br />(But I'd prefer the other diamond ring. In case you're wondering.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">But</span></span> if you're in the Salt Lake area and interested in vintage jewelry, I would highly recommend <a href="http://www.antoinettesjewelry.com/">Antoinette's</a>. The man there is so sweet and really knows his stuff. And you have to actually go to the store because<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I promise you</span> these pictures don't do the pieces justice.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> I promise.</span> Here are some that were particularly stunning in person.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqLYUGvkN7RlfAYDjB5gNAMbBcPf-6GR85HVMOrSVP913aausLO2Im-h22KuIBi7pR_5z5HuDubMSXYv_72ReFwnvRccTc8pq65haROe8AARIZvMHPcPFqVDZQ2JO8fVgX0ijGj7wgno/s1600/imgpiece.php.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqLYUGvkN7RlfAYDjB5gNAMbBcPf-6GR85HVMOrSVP913aausLO2Im-h22KuIBi7pR_5z5HuDubMSXYv_72ReFwnvRccTc8pq65haROe8AARIZvMHPcPFqVDZQ2JO8fVgX0ijGj7wgno/s320/imgpiece.php.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607634876769393890" border="0" /></a></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">aquamarine, pearls, yellow gold, c. 1890s.</span></span><br />Plus, Antoinette's has reasonable prices. This one was $350. (It's already sold.)<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MAoyIzH3hlmL_keruZbjxqDwpg1cojHhm84WSPHuebJaIk0le7-cac-ngvUfAIDmuDxagJzgEokUTlCNutBrRyE2Nq5uiec-6oT9UBLXNUpfch_wv1YHOOiZ6SPz4rfn3d_NeaGal1I/s1600/imgpiece.php.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5MAoyIzH3hlmL_keruZbjxqDwpg1cojHhm84WSPHuebJaIk0le7-cac-ngvUfAIDmuDxagJzgEokUTlCNutBrRyE2Nq5uiec-6oT9UBLXNUpfch_wv1YHOOiZ6SPz4rfn3d_NeaGal1I/s320/imgpiece.php.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607636423149608114" border="0" /></a></span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">amethyst and white gold, c. 1920</span></span><br />I absolutely love the filigree on this. $450.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">There was also a gorgeous necklace there of a coral cameo on a diamond-shaped gold place with three tiny pearls dangling from the side and bottom corners, but apparently they don't update their website very often. My ring is even still up there...<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PS</span> I'm in Japan, in case you didn't know, for an English-teaching internship. I suppose I'll have to blog about that at some point. I'll be here until the end of August.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">PPS </span>I have a <a href="http://pinterest.com/amyinpaste/">pinterest</a> now, so if you're interested, follow me! I haven't done anything with it yet, though, so don't get too excited.<br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-45708482521418208292011-04-04T22:21:00.000-07:002011-04-04T22:24:54.963-07:00Deeb.I've been super super busy lately, so I'm going to let my friend Hillary share one thing that I've been up to. And it involves deebs. That's right, douchebags. I mean, douches, in the most academically, historically appropriate sense.<br /><br />See for yourself <a href="http://hillarygamblin.blogspot.com/2011/04/trying-not-to-trip-at-national.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaQmi8k-oNF0BauxOfimmgqFGG6tGNC21m0LLJqYb1zWHoVi0p9iw7Dikx2q7dtx-Yj8kEsmZI_ikhgkItKzkNecienS3gC6h-I8EBjZcajhsv-0Xw_cpLIvvr1sBzJlvbkZDWHcguAY/s1600/Vaginal_douche_apparatus.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEaQmi8k-oNF0BauxOfimmgqFGG6tGNC21m0LLJqYb1zWHoVi0p9iw7Dikx2q7dtx-Yj8kEsmZI_ikhgkItKzkNecienS3gC6h-I8EBjZcajhsv-0Xw_cpLIvvr1sBzJlvbkZDWHcguAY/s320/Vaginal_douche_apparatus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591966040285077234" border="0" /></a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-78611208120341145632011-03-01T11:06:00.001-08:002011-03-01T11:07:29.235-08:00Movie Trailers Make Me CryMy friends and Brian know that one of my favorite things about going to the movies is <span style="font-weight: bold;">the trailers</span>. I am a firm believer in the movie trailer as a distinct, beautiful artform, independent of the movie itself. <div><br /></div><div>Some of the best movies have awful to mediocre trailers, while some amazing trailers are WAY better than the movies they represent. Now, the movie trailer industry comes riddled with some weighty controversies that you're probably familiar with. A few:</div><div><br /></div><div>(1) All the funny parts of the movie are in the trailer so the movie itself is bo-ring by comparison. See the trailer for <i><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdpFpfIBkXc">Gentlemen Broncos</a>, </i>for example. That movie had so much potential, just from the trailer. Then it stank it up like cheesy bloaty gas.</div><div><br /></div><div>(2) The trailer isn't like the movie at all.</div><div>False advertising, misleading, audience manipulation--call it what you will, most of the time (not all the time), it's plain disappointing. </div><div><br /></div><div>But isn't it the worst when</div><div>(3) the trailer gives away EVERYTHING about the movie, and I mean every single stupid plot development.</div><div><br /></div><div>Point (3) is what made the trailer for <i>Inception </i><b>SO </b>phenomenal.</div><div>(Now remember, I'm talking about the <b>trailer </b>independent of the entire movie, so please do not roll your eyes and mutter "overrated" under your breath. You know who you are.)</div><div>The ability of this trailer to create such ambiguity while still holding your interest is maddeningly brilliant. And with the <i>Inception</i> trailer I'm going to launch into my <b>Top Six Movie Trailers List</b>.</div><div><br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">6. <i>Inception</i></span></b></div><div><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/66TuSJo4dZM?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""></iframe><br /><br /></div><div>I remember after I first saw this trailer, I was on the edge of my seat, going WHAT THE HECK IS IT ABOUT?!?! TELL ME LEEOOO. (Man oh man, has that boy grown up since the Growing Pains days.) I mean, rewatching it now, it makes a lot more sense. But back then I did not understand the concept of inception at all. And I'm no idiot. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm not saying there aren't weaknesses with this trailer (just like there are a lot of gaping wholes in the movie) and actually, overall, the trailer kinda feels like a clustercuss (thank you, Fantastic Mr. Fox) of grandiose, beautiful images. But I'm ranking it at #6 for its initial impact, the first impression I still remember from a year or so ago.<br /><br />And for the record, the trailer set up some high expectations for the movie--and it delivered. And I don't care if you think the film's "overrated" or not--if you go back in your memory to the first time you saw this in theaters, were you not blown away by the vastness of it all?</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to trailers.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">5. <i>Dear Frankie</i></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>Disclaimer: This is not a heavy, "quality film" (in a raised pinky, high-brow sort of way) movie. I realize this. This might even be thrown under the chick-flick category. HOWEVER. This, in my opinion, is trailer success.</div><div><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ebn2eiqRA-4" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe><br /><br /></div><div>I'm not sure I know exactly how to explain what makes for a successful trailer. It's the editing--including the music selection, the selection of scenes, the order of those cuts, etc-- as well as the acting performances. If I were a film major or just properly equipped with technical knowledge of film, I could give you legitimate reasons. But for now, you'll just have to trust me. Or judge for yourself.</div><div><br /></div><div>PS. This is Gerard Butler pre-<i>300, </i>pre-<i>P.S. I Love You, </i>before ridiculous fame. Isn't he adorable.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "><b>4. Miss Representation</b></span></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6gkIiV6konY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe><br /><br /></div><div>Okay, confession: I haven't actually seen this movie. Yet. It was at Sundance this year, but we couldn't get tickets. But I will tell you that every single time I've watched this trailer (4 or 5 times now) it's made me tear up. And I consider my tear duct response a legitimate measuring tool. I especially love the point in the trailer when it asks, "How do you change it?" and the song that accompanies the shift. It gives me chills every time. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">3. Slumdog Millionaire</span></b></div><div><b></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AIzbwV7on6Q" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe><br /><br /></div><div>Danny Boyle is the man. Is all I have to say about this one. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">2. Sunshine Cleaning</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wf5S-1tJlg0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"></iframe><br /><br /></div><div>Now, this is a case in which the trailer was significantly better than and different from the movie. The Decemberists really make this trailer, I think. I wouldn't have consistently cried upon repeatedly watching this trailer if it weren't for their song.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1. Where the Wild Things Are</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/01-PqqifyjA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="640"></iframe><br /><br />I watched this trailer twice a day, cried both times, for probably a year before the actual movie came out. The indie music, again, just really does it for me. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And that's my list. One last thing: I recently discovered that there's a documentary about movie trailers! However, I can't find this movie ANYWHERE. Even Netflix has let me down. I can't even find the trailer on youtube--I can only find it already embedded in someone else's blog. So here's the <a href="http://prevues.blogspot.com/2008/03/coming-attractions-history-of-movie.html">trailer for the movie about trailers</a> there. I think this documentary, for copyright reasons, can only be used for educational purposes... but I still can't find it for that purpose either. I supposed there must not be enough people who share my passion for trailers in the world, otherwise this would be more widespread. If you have any idea where I could get it, let me know!</div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-24466369149423762722010-12-20T00:26:00.001-08:002010-12-20T01:20:15.073-08:00Fashion Blog Prelim: Girl Scout patches.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsajU8DBQkAYuAFWt7Qf076vDKhwZWpZacXbX56oyAiCGGXXJT7xY9pKH1yUbfV-kfjPBzFYaPDgMzw5iG_5dRen7vUrCypDxiGIUEt99h1YNKov_ZzOK_QrDa4ru2Rz3NlGWQNsoyO8/s1600/DSC04155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsajU8DBQkAYuAFWt7Qf076vDKhwZWpZacXbX56oyAiCGGXXJT7xY9pKH1yUbfV-kfjPBzFYaPDgMzw5iG_5dRen7vUrCypDxiGIUEt99h1YNKov_ZzOK_QrDa4ru2Rz3NlGWQNsoyO8/s320/DSC04155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552681785467690354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >If I had a fashion blog, I would have posted this the other day.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(I</span><span style="font-size:85%;"> would've posted this earlier but I've been busy! So behind on blogging.)</span><br /><br />A couple weeks ago I saw <a href="http://www.thestylerookie.com/2010/12/we-love-you-conrad.html">Tavi of Style Rookie</a> collect Girl Scout patches to wear and I thought that were adorable! So I thought I'd get some together myself (which wasn't hard because I had my Girl Scout vests in my storage closet ha).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4-YAjfppkFah9_83C34QPdqY9H7Xhr7EOwdxRtw0gZQsZr8nHvzZ7fg2nmCpVOxwvyRhymyqVBXhLKVTqKHDqmzaRfmRMn4fS_cAceyDSY15iG-9z78sjouUmXG-sl72VU920OBStzU/s1600/DSC04148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV4-YAjfppkFah9_83C34QPdqY9H7Xhr7EOwdxRtw0gZQsZr8nHvzZ7fg2nmCpVOxwvyRhymyqVBXhLKVTqKHDqmzaRfmRMn4fS_cAceyDSY15iG-9z78sjouUmXG-sl72VU920OBStzU/s320/DSC04148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552681429355692178" border="0" /></a>Close-up:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvaCNFzDEyY6hGNEOp312Ee3GqKSPj_Zv69Tpw8SZ2I9s1kZ3MalxBb4Ey8QeeNRo5mQxg5nh-YQR48asRVOKbYtszw1IOxZLLJHP0dGUNxJjyeh8qiSBoBVGPcvUaZuNMlagC2WVT_s/s1600/DSC04158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXvaCNFzDEyY6hGNEOp312Ee3GqKSPj_Zv69Tpw8SZ2I9s1kZ3MalxBb4Ey8QeeNRo5mQxg5nh-YQR48asRVOKbYtszw1IOxZLLJHP0dGUNxJjyeh8qiSBoBVGPcvUaZuNMlagC2WVT_s/s320/DSC04158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552678726362922050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >However, </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I've </span><span style="font-size:100%;">come to the conclusion that I can't run a fashion blog because</span> (a) I have a severely low-quality camera, (b) my room has poor lighting and I don't know how to find good lighting, and (c) I don't have anyone to take pictures of me. Oh, and (d) I don't have Photoshop on my laptop. So my "fashion blog pictures" end up looking like this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIx8kEIGIbNci3_CROu3rRIL627S6kslVmfLwYXFQ32NuZmV0soGox2eL00XkmMWaxlsNmQkkfmiZjZuX24f6g9fxAys90MVl20E1tn-6-KP8CoCoaNFZvtd90mA7y2pQ14Fu1SNaaP_A/s1600/DSC04081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIx8kEIGIbNci3_CROu3rRIL627S6kslVmfLwYXFQ32NuZmV0soGox2eL00XkmMWaxlsNmQkkfmiZjZuX24f6g9fxAys90MVl20E1tn-6-KP8CoCoaNFZvtd90mA7y2pQ14Fu1SNaaP_A/s320/DSC04081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552687958132159218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO6BYrkncZYvxKwOe4Lx7itEHnKhk5-ExqMYQpXRHOE-RbXnNKbr0-HpN3AzxdcN_3wBdbHdYtpkprtAD8q1oOhm5YNWOMHy_OvOyqf9dFwIuqSynF6tK-Vv_o5W979qGP-H27_d05l0/s1600/DSC04089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXO6BYrkncZYvxKwOe4Lx7itEHnKhk5-ExqMYQpXRHOE-RbXnNKbr0-HpN3AzxdcN_3wBdbHdYtpkprtAD8q1oOhm5YNWOMHy_OvOyqf9dFwIuqSynF6tK-Vv_o5W979qGP-H27_d05l0/s320/DSC04089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552688273030857522" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZ00LWUYZo56Rz9I4_m4Ns0vdDwBCO0y0JPV_XBSjWwlTlnXJYk6k56nX4C7ikTjNsjd5_Ph4nlW6pAKVmrVPUFpG1ibV7EpHJ_gkiR7m2HB22IVXpmii008YZkatrajNUZxF1V7n_x4/s1600/DSC04132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAZ00LWUYZo56Rz9I4_m4Ns0vdDwBCO0y0JPV_XBSjWwlTlnXJYk6k56nX4C7ikTjNsjd5_Ph4nlW6pAKVmrVPUFpG1ibV7EpHJ_gkiR7m2HB22IVXpmii008YZkatrajNUZxF1V7n_x4/s320/DSC04132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552688589190446562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And those were such cute outfits, too. Bah.<br />Also, apparently I don't know how to work the blog format. Ech.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Maybe eventually, </span>I'll have the required a-to-d items and I'll have my own fashion blog that lots of people follow and comment on and people will send me free shoes and skirts and stuff. Actually, B's already offered to be my photographer (c)...when we're living together...married... or maybe we'll just be next-door neighbors, convenient for my daily fashion blog entires. But for now I'll just sneak intermittent "fashion blog entries" on here. If you guys don't mind.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-50621204468898611022010-12-11T13:58:00.000-08:002010-12-11T14:30:13.716-08:00Almost Christmas Break<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ten hours of Buffalo Bill this weekend: Gonna have to wait.</span><br /><br />Instead, I've finally cleaned my apartment and in the process got distracted with other fun things.<br /><br />Like make this cute headband:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MP5hVa0F9C3lDngSGvWkkWOkww-p4oIQICpZ5R9s4CQxuXagBa_QQ4sGewPfGNlx0aag0vLlDWxiHIbFtx0HCujQwMDZsAY5vwyRDBtz5Eppkhjd5xcAl2sB8Nb6ccqN72_D3NgIeWQ/s1600/Photo+8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-MP5hVa0F9C3lDngSGvWkkWOkww-p4oIQICpZ5R9s4CQxuXagBa_QQ4sGewPfGNlx0aag0vLlDWxiHIbFtx0HCujQwMDZsAY5vwyRDBtz5Eppkhjd5xcAl2sB8Nb6ccqN72_D3NgIeWQ/s320/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549548425955994290" border="0" /></a><br />The secret is: Braided strips of scrap fabric, an idea from <a href="http://kaitlinfarmer.blogspot.com/">Kaitlin</a> (who is pretty much the ideal roommate who isn't bothered by me staying up all night with the light on working on a paper and who miraculously wakes me up 50 minutes before my paper's due!), but actually from her bff <a href="http://monicalettaloves.blogspot.com/">Monica</a> (who is one awesome girl who's getting married soon! and who has an awesome blog).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Plus I've been watching Psych on Netflix Instant. Love that show. Especially since Shawn used the phrase "fake dating" on the "Hollywood Homicide" episode. Baha!<br /><br />The next episode was this gem "High Top Fade Out" on which Kenan Thompson and Jaleel White (Urkel!) were guest stars and SANG. Watch (and forgive the crappy quality, there weren't that many options online):<br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSJXZHthYBA?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YSJXZHthYBA?fs=1&hl=en_US&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"></embed></object><br /><br />Fab. So much love.<br /><br />The conversation after this scene is hilarious. If you have Netflix, go watch this episode immediately.<br /><br />Can I just note how the Indian episode was followed by the Black episode? Just sayin. But I do like it. Maybe there's an Asian episode coming up later in the season?<br /><br />Now I'm going to continue my lazy, procrastinatory Saturday with Psych and working on a certain Christmas present... which may or may not be for a certain boy.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-69373327841837390982010-11-07T06:36:00.000-08:002010-11-07T06:53:40.703-08:00A Collage of Modernism<p class="MsoNormal"><style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Calisto MT"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> </p><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">A Letter.</span></span><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;" > </span> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p><span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:";font-size:100%;" >You say it’s funny, it’s very funny. And it’s a lot of fun, too, to be in love.<span style=""> </span>You say that in a way it’s an enjoyable feeling.</span> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >But I think it’s hell on earth.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >For three years, or almost three years, I have never seen beyond you. I am sure I have never been in love in my life.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >The trees were buzzing, and the grass…</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >The blossoms that were unusually luxurious and beautiful that summer…</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >The roses…</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >All trash, m’dear. </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I could hear the water.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I had picked you up because of a vague sentimental idea that it would be nice to eat with some one.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >But what was the scientific explanation (for one must be scientific in all things)?</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Listen, don’t you ever get the feeling tha</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >t all your life is going by and you’re not taking advantage of it? Do you realize you’ve lived nearly half the time you have to live already?</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >One evening the panic was on me—that I could not feel.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >It’s been a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I could hear the water.</span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >There is a dignity in people; a solitude, even between husband and wife a gulf; and that one must respect.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >But it is unsatisfactory, we agree, how little one knows people.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >To love makes one solitary, I think.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >How odd it is to know you and yet not know a single thing that had happened to you.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >And between us… nothing happened.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I did not expect anything to happen…and I was entirely happy.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I hated you: I loved you.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >My gift is my watch: I give it to you not that you may remember time, but that you might forget it now and then for a moment and not spend all your breath trying to conquer it. because no battle is ever won he said. They are not even fought. The field only reveals to man his own folly and despair, and victory is an illusion of philosophers and fools.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >It might be possible that the world itself </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >is without meaning.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-weight: bold; font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >I couldn’t hear the water.</span></p> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">This is a collage I constructed out of lines from three different modernist texts, as a break-up letter, or maybe just a letter, to/from/about modernism/love.</p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyone recognize what novels these are drawing from?</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm pretty sure I want to focus on American modernist (and post-modern?) literature for my PhD.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Why do I love modernism so much?</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maybe it's the lyricism of the prose by such modernist heavyweights as Woolf and Faukner.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maybe I'm drawn to, can relate to, am heartbroken and uplifted by the themes of isolation, insularity, inability to communicate, the paradoxes of human relationships, the search for meaning and non-meaning and the self-inflicted loneliness that perpetuates.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">Maybe it's because I know how love can make you lonely.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">And maybe reading and writing about it helps me grapple with that.</span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > </span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUyVQNCv5cAibbzvtDDoZLDDgUy9SwyGO7vZfNQ8e_Nwa0g_TjLMFBJH-ZaYrnbAYnGj4r5X8cCupnWUf8igobbDzNx0qfuhxJwecrdbVc6Dthew8FlakYZYupMoV3AwglHve1SmasJg/s1600/winter_story_by_nayein.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUyVQNCv5cAibbzvtDDoZLDDgUy9SwyGO7vZfNQ8e_Nwa0g_TjLMFBJH-ZaYrnbAYnGj4r5X8cCupnWUf8igobbDzNx0qfuhxJwecrdbVc6Dthew8FlakYZYupMoV3AwglHve1SmasJg/s320/winter_story_by_nayein.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536820344835701026" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:";font-size:100%;" > </span></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://nayein.deviantart.com/art/winter-story-73163301"><span style="font-size:85%;">link</span></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">PS. Ready for winter to hit. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://nayein.deviantart.com/art/winter-story-73163301"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-717830354135338742010-11-01T15:39:00.000-07:002010-11-01T15:42:21.206-07:00On the Vice of NappingLeonardo da Vinci: "O you who sleep, what is sleep? Sleep resembles death. Oh, why not let your work be such that after death you acquire immortality, rather than during life you make yourself like unto the hapless dead by sleeping."<br /><br />Touché, Leonardo. Touché.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-73483835816264562682010-10-25T18:23:00.000-07:002010-10-25T18:45:10.121-07:00Sketch #2<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >I have green apples</span> in my canvas bag, and since I am preparing for my post-apocalyptic journey into Reality, I also have hand sanitizer and anti-serpentine spray although it's unclear as to whether it repels snakes or repairs windy shapes. The landscape is barren, a desert, and there is a homeless man scatting, his spit furious and suspended, and a headless tuxedo is walking toward me, and a frothy skeletally malformed dog-sized elephant struggles against the stone egg that looms over us all like a corpulent mother over her misbehaving toddler. Maybe I should spray the crooked creature, I think, maybe I can heal his scoliosis or at least protect it from the St. Exuperyian boa that must be lurking around here somewhere. I find a dry bowl of Cheerios in my bag and I throw some in my mouth. They are stale. I eat them anyway. I never apologize.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6zLIA1bcgrVP4VJfPERoEjj-Dm8j3baMhwhD7R_ygS3cqng9PEn24JknspOSlMpWdsXp-0Bp5y8dLFZYxQ0gTM7bC0uG-ZLfmaj9wf8tvTzidaRXtFkFS6w3-Am-IT3yZjnFFdJj8_0/s1600/salvador_dali_-_the_dream.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6zLIA1bcgrVP4VJfPERoEjj-Dm8j3baMhwhD7R_ygS3cqng9PEn24JknspOSlMpWdsXp-0Bp5y8dLFZYxQ0gTM7bC0uG-ZLfmaj9wf8tvTzidaRXtFkFS6w3-Am-IT3yZjnFFdJj8_0/s320/salvador_dali_-_the_dream.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532164754267573682" border="0" /></a>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-14923930168719790782010-10-12T21:10:00.000-07:002010-10-16T09:58:44.842-07:00Fun FactsTo celebrate this week's all-nighter for my English 363 take-home midterm... and my enjoyment of a literature conference on campus, my amazing Writing Center friends, and my English-infused life in general... I just thought I'd take a break to share some English-nerdy Fun Facts/Observations.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1</span></span> Ezra Pound, the iconically elitist High Modernist poet, looks like a douchier version of Joseph Gordon-Levitt.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3L7qNVGrV8sdGpjJjJr4lgOQgpQ9i6qh9xnY6JIim1M6EAw4Q_bXkVh8ACHj1c828-WAAmR3mtv-20f2kLikoJypgP5CcHCF0owWCHgihx2Jptl35R1cp5LakWxMJO3x7_ofF1FhqM3U/s1600/ezra+pound+-+young.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3L7qNVGrV8sdGpjJjJr4lgOQgpQ9i6qh9xnY6JIim1M6EAw4Q_bXkVh8ACHj1c828-WAAmR3mtv-20f2kLikoJypgP5CcHCF0owWCHgihx2Jptl35R1cp5LakWxMJO3x7_ofF1FhqM3U/s320/ezra+pound+-+young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527407756022426802" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvlLusqv8BUdds75xVc7P5JwkbN8S9tXYUq0meImVkwK0fheIfXirhTpU9rDoiAc7fSeNiGCGCWWkjrJxD9o28ehv3LJ-a-edJKimuYyIeXvur0eZrzfr1CfGcOost2Hu-DBaabxek6c/s1600/joseph.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWvlLusqv8BUdds75xVc7P5JwkbN8S9tXYUq0meImVkwK0fheIfXirhTpU9rDoiAc7fSeNiGCGCWWkjrJxD9o28ehv3LJ-a-edJKimuYyIeXvur0eZrzfr1CfGcOost2Hu-DBaabxek6c/s320/joseph.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527408176917078946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOoa0801bEaAu27hKS3QyU6b1o7hnYAow_l349sdN_BwMt8gxQOYPPGnaqXJNrTVbDXV6XwZzTmmDDqeARVDZ2ET5A048tnfY0odYYT7FduqJdltVP7BDkRHN1aj2FTfa40FLffYxmD0/s1600/FIRE.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyOoa0801bEaAu27hKS3QyU6b1o7hnYAow_l349sdN_BwMt8gxQOYPPGnaqXJNrTVbDXV6XwZzTmmDDqeARVDZ2ET5A048tnfY0odYYT7FduqJdltVP7BDkRHN1aj2FTfa40FLffYxmD0/s320/FIRE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527410057813052530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">2</span></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Fire!!, </span>the black literary journal of the Harlem Renaissance that was started by major players in the movement like Wallace Thurman, Zora Neal Hurston, and Langston Hughes, only lasted one issue. Sales were terrible, and the stacks and stacks of unwanted copies were stored in a basement. These copies were all burned in a fire (allegedly).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >3</span> Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Robert Browning were the Beyonce and Jay-Z of Victorian poets.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgW50dYM90507hfeR3vLj4rgmr5-D4bDGbUDuWxi1lyJjbPwEDTcrCZlYkyYqL8vMfNtLiEmVdq5_Gq7MvI6OKp70zXKaP8tbgXyfbABf8B4XJWa7LXmjnAzpfdqsa5upp16X6_ZFb0SA/s1600/robert+browning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgW50dYM90507hfeR3vLj4rgmr5-D4bDGbUDuWxi1lyJjbPwEDTcrCZlYkyYqL8vMfNtLiEmVdq5_Gq7MvI6OKp70zXKaP8tbgXyfbABf8B4XJWa7LXmjnAzpfdqsa5upp16X6_ZFb0SA/s320/robert+browning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527411801937285394" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aEpArusCo6t0quMLAgCPGJIoi32uR0lAtnmtD8N70zNdj1uDRsJFZruxdcVZb01tLBo8YCqG03k2zZLHMcX8cT1Y8n9kVpb3n7A-85RuEUuvPwvKn2q9nNJ39RsF035Dz5IVOwYYdRc/s1600/elizabethbbrowning.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aEpArusCo6t0quMLAgCPGJIoi32uR0lAtnmtD8N70zNdj1uDRsJFZruxdcVZb01tLBo8YCqG03k2zZLHMcX8cT1Y8n9kVpb3n7A-85RuEUuvPwvKn2q9nNJ39RsF035Dz5IVOwYYdRc/s320/elizabethbbrowning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528685576353333586" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwaEPQ5c0kANuSmP9CpfdFclrI1z9y4XgyIMhJC50OH0ziaeGDTGLrpHSawvBzzSxf_8TLVU6m3BemQ78CISimpB7Rsix6I-MmGBc4gumEGE4_vYcm6KJ8D0ooGITNNjkwJh2aL32iuw/s1600/beyonce-and-jay-z-nba.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBwaEPQ5c0kANuSmP9CpfdFclrI1z9y4XgyIMhJC50OH0ziaeGDTGLrpHSawvBzzSxf_8TLVU6m3BemQ78CISimpB7Rsix6I-MmGBc4gumEGE4_vYcm6KJ8D0ooGITNNjkwJh2aL32iuw/s320/beyonce-and-jay-z-nba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528687316132183266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">XIV.</span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >If thou must love me, let it be for nought</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >Except for love's sake only. Do not say</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >'I love her for her smile---her look---her way</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >Of speaking gently,---for a trick of thought</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >That falls in well with mine, and certes brought</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'---</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >For these things in themselves, Belovèd, may</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >Be changed, or change for thee,---and love, so wrought,</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >May be unwrought so. Neither love me for</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,---</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >A creature might forget to weep, who bore</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" >But love me for love's sake, that evermore</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span> <span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,Monaco;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">--from </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" >Sonnets from the Portuguese</span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1850</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Hit me like a ray of sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Burning through my darkest night</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> You're the only one that I want</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Think I'm addicted to your light</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I swore I'd never fall again</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> But this don't even feel like falling</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Gravity can't begin to pull me back to the ground again</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> It's like I've been awakened</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Every rule I had you breakin'</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> It's the risk that I'm taking</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I'm never gonna shut you out</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Everywhere I'm looking now</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I'm surrounded by your embrace</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Baby, I can see your halo</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> You know you're my saving grace</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> You're everything I need and more</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> It's written all over your face</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Baby, I can feel your halo</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> I pray it won't fade away</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">-from "Halo," Beyonce, 2008</span><br /></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-5474657872522951232010-10-08T08:38:00.000-07:002010-10-08T08:39:38.429-07:00I'm featuredI'm on someone's blog! Thanks, shoes. <div>Even though she got my name wrong, it's still pretty flattering. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://wearingitonmysleeves.blogspot.com/2010/10/student-street-style.html">http://wearingitonmysleeves.blogspot.com/2010/10/student-street-style.html</a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-45430410444009589492010-10-02T10:38:00.000-07:002010-10-02T13:02:06.912-07:00Sketch #1<style>@font-face { font-family: "Times New Roman"; }@font-face { font-family: "Georgia"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }table.MsoNormalTable { font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }</style> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Through the melting glass panes she watched the dark torrents silencing the field, her skin prickling with anticipation, her hands were cold, frighteningly cold, and clammy, and she kept watching, the vengeful clouds holding something back, she knew it, she was waiting for it, wanting it, dreading it, she was expecting it, she knew she—</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">CRASH</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">and she gasped, not because of the sound—she was deaf—but because the sudden attack of light almost made her hear it.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia;"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><br /></span></p>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-51936058527483062352010-10-01T12:47:00.001-07:002010-10-01T12:53:06.340-07:00It will not be 500 words butProblem: How can I become a writer if I don't write?<br />Solution: a. Plagiarize. b. <span style="font-style: italic;">Write</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every day</span>, I will post something written creatively. It will not be poetry. It will be fictional. It may or may not be plagiarized.<br /><br />I'm starting tomorrow. I will be sure to appreciate all the feedback I can get! Please be critical but not mean.<br /><br />Also, I'd appreciate any suggestions for a pseudonym.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-82269760285089031902010-09-09T19:36:00.000-07:002010-09-09T20:38:21.707-07:00How to forget to feel<span style="font-size:130%;">I wish I could remember what it feels like to...</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...go through an entire day without needing a nap.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEIJUUBdqIrCcVBRAcjlS-ipl7JdEwXOTuWyoRlRacwsYw12U8Yw3T1d5v6hCWq46RlLjzW5lJfKpMGBOaeG1N6CJgRjFwvujADcjeM9l3A9ntmkaYaYKX4rO6KRUDne3vfaOO6uFmw_w/s1600/sleep.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEIJUUBdqIrCcVBRAcjlS-ipl7JdEwXOTuWyoRlRacwsYw12U8Yw3T1d5v6hCWq46RlLjzW5lJfKpMGBOaeG1N6CJgRjFwvujADcjeM9l3A9ntmkaYaYKX4rO6KRUDne3vfaOO6uFmw_w/s320/sleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515119977974257170" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/annouchkalapirate/4351487352/"><span style="font-size:85%;">source.</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div> <span style="font-weight: bold;">...have my fingertips tingling with creativity electricity</span><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;">creating new worlds.</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7tWblKs-IF_FwtrVkX2dNlGdrs8856I64xzQS0_xuhYpi2Mim-cnPizNeySkf9PCIa3CcS1Yt3b9INZZ9mPQyiD3C-WlmUK7FgKkzSlZ2H_Y9OTV8Ip8Oo8gjSxx77K5f4aMLkobdAw/s1600/Flowers__by_Joey_2000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz7tWblKs-IF_FwtrVkX2dNlGdrs8856I64xzQS0_xuhYpi2Mim-cnPizNeySkf9PCIa3CcS1Yt3b9INZZ9mPQyiD3C-WlmUK7FgKkzSlZ2H_Y9OTV8Ip8Oo8gjSxx77K5f4aMLkobdAw/s320/Flowers__by_Joey_2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515123715521808498" border="0" /></a><a href="http://joey-2000.deviantart.com/art/Flowers-109381428?q=boost:popular%20in:photography%20flowers"><span style="font-size:85%;">source.</span></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...discover something true and frightening through a dream</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> What would my Jungian mandala look like?</span><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWuShruiob9bsQX4vR-tDm4_ydPHDJ2GyPqNJplIi_16K_smBQ70S1W86FwxE1_vhlsMZwmUQQDjXO6OYW0fr0HjEWgHhIZfDziMg0A3kD3XAgB5F0rcmSWhq0F2GHVS3n01uFHLTynI/s1600/2009995620.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzWuShruiob9bsQX4vR-tDm4_ydPHDJ2GyPqNJplIi_16K_smBQ70S1W86FwxE1_vhlsMZwmUQQDjXO6OYW0fr0HjEWgHhIZfDziMg0A3kD3XAgB5F0rcmSWhq0F2GHVS3n01uFHLTynI/s400/2009995620.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515111553828531826" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...be half a whole.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> I found that I loved you afraid better than I had ever</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> loved you fearless, and in that moment we grew up, and shut the gates of Eden behind us, and </span><span style="font-style: italic;">our empire was at an end."</span> (Willa Cather, "The Treasure of Far Island")<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >But.</span><br /></div></div><br />I sure do like how it feels to be sole.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">[sole, individual, whole, soul, free, me.]</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbNSHvSNSS9c1DyuGijm1aC5IyLgwXr35nPqFGK0zRknDz70lidli5H3VnOwiCzNeAVJQqeMi1kLbn06-0oGuQTGA0O0yihXemCeAuPVK-QH36XlrhbgkfZxKeNYEgmF7vwARLbUKCh8/s1600/flower+face.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbNSHvSNSS9c1DyuGijm1aC5IyLgwXr35nPqFGK0zRknDz70lidli5H3VnOwiCzNeAVJQqeMi1kLbn06-0oGuQTGA0O0yihXemCeAuPVK-QH36XlrhbgkfZxKeNYEgmF7vwARLbUKCh8/s400/flower+face.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515122433764744642" border="0" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPDjkyIpligZZYbwtzMYz2vq8Qaj-4_vBDs0QhWx79TeVXgmNyFEaihtf_dGWE2Zq9fZH5YzRERGLLDfqhfWYYhB0crUfAZVTk70sBzlZflx8nzT8SpNCIZMuqwl_bkwliYG4RIe6VZY/s320/Magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515122778141352786" border="0" /><a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/magritte%20man/ivosevicv/Magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg"><span></span></a><span><a href="http://wetbehindthears.com/page/2"><span style="font-size:85%;">source, </span></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">source</span></div><br /><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-25040020107114657582010-07-03T12:52:00.000-07:002010-07-03T12:59:41.394-07:00Going to California<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj88OPrjreCQkcZI67bZck97G_3kdsODEUE14hC2C430OBCuN_l8ADHVDo8fsSvy0BCBYXyjHZ7UpM_NCv5Ux7n-c_WhlYRmdTkCQ9v2Czi5uu5qsIDNtr8P3iz3Wqa6AaSmklnrqywB8/s1600/alice"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj88OPrjreCQkcZI67bZck97G_3kdsODEUE14hC2C430OBCuN_l8ADHVDo8fsSvy0BCBYXyjHZ7UpM_NCv5Ux7n-c_WhlYRmdTkCQ9v2Czi5uu5qsIDNtr8P3iz3Wqa6AaSmklnrqywB8/s400/alice" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489771842620579266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I want to go to Disneyland to disappear.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/2840128">Source</a></span><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-37917106927014714872010-05-15T23:31:00.001-07:002010-05-16T00:18:35.513-07:00Saturday (Un)Productivity<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">Today:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">So instead of getting my homework done,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">or working on my honors thesis proposal,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1) I went to Spark Lounge with </span><a href="http://snarkandart.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">this</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> beautiful girl for a reading by Pat Madden about his book </span><i><a href="http://essays.quotidiana.org/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Quotidiana</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">because the essay genre is so, so great. (Seriously, his "Mea Culpa" was so much more interesting/hilarious than the fiction and poetry representatives there.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2) And then I listened to Shakira's </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=booKP974B0k"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"She Wolf"</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> about 30 times (not embedded because it's so explicit. Watch at your own discretion) and Taio Cruz's "Break Your Heart" also about 30 times (see below) and David Guetta's "Sexy B****" (the video for which which I won't even give you the link to because you shouldn't even watch it. What is with music videos being "acceptably" pornographic?? Not cool.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Watch this though. </span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_SI2EDM6Lo&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_SI2EDM6Lo&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> THESE SONGS ARE SO CATCHY I CAN'T EVEN HANDLE IT. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3) And then my new favorite best friend Erin came over with a delicious marble cupcake from the </span><a href="http://www.thesweettoothfairy.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sweet Tooth Fairy</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> where she works now and I shared my delicious banana bread with her (Thanks to </span><a href="http://germanywego.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Kaitlin's</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> grandma for the recipe!). And I offered Erin my tips on wooing cute boys because of my obvious and thorough expertise.</span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Erin and me at a daaance party</span></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIARg0AwW26ONqIEWACTTkJ4dN36aQ2rBOjoZW777ZAh2vbXehyphenhyphenG2pGSqVA4V55jVZDsMKauZUZpdpwzRsHSKKIO5LaCZ9ChyWfu5YvzANBVhyphenhyphenpU9x2CCb2IAy2liZHgfb8ziYEbG4qjU/s320/DSC03559.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471759600786945586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">B and me with </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sweet Tooth Fairy cupcakes</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> at Park City</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dXwP_vjPxvoOwFYSR7XQ9UCmvhz_kAIvckpiUK8dHVUrF6ppETRAOXFY3RYpyMQ2va_cZTRhG0LEfv_rfRviE5yguUBKNVhvkc78hDHOaISj8ZehQGRGYy_WrWm9SR3gmTPDEiEsYco/s320/DSC03128.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471759613140336946" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So I wasn't quite as productive today as I had planned. But I did 4) study GRE vocab with Emily (abstemious? moderate in appetite. obstreperous? noisy and difficult to control. done.) and I 5) finally did laundry and cleaned my room!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So I have a lot of work to get done tomorrow but oh well! It was a good day. :)</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[The plenitude (read: abundance) of hyperlinks in this post is to compensate for the dearth (read: shortage) of pictures I took today. Boo.]</span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Up next: The long-anticipated french (not capitalized) toast breakfast tomorrow. Will take pictures, don't worry.</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">PS. I want to do some series on here, but I don't know what I want to do yet. Let's be honest. My life isn't that interesting. Anyone want to read about how nerdy English stuff? Like how the Brownings were the Beyonce and Jay-Z of English poets? Or a creative writing series, like with short snippets of what I write? What about fun pop culture facts? Like how Modest Mouse (who will be here on July 8 for the Twilight concert series!!!) got their band name from a Virginia Woolf story or the newest Lady Gaga updates? Like this:</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqwZwAnle32cMdc2TKjgPGPYiGpwNmXgR4Jg5fY9GqtAm0-ePR3fWYKtT7MppArhOSjLKyQblb5eXcHKtYrR9Ce-N7IER4hRoV-2pLqp5E-urYJIP8OA4rZ8iFHZMrIfiJeMwfkVdqug/s400/2010-05-14-LadyGagaEricksonBeamonMask.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471762057500708034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SIGH. Always more than I can handle.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'll sleep on it.</span></div></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-77571019537489821242010-05-04T18:45:00.000-07:002010-05-04T18:55:07.761-07:00Today, in Numbers:<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">After </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">2.5</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> hours of Aristotle</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">2</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> papercuts (on the same spot on my hand dang it.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">5</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> bowls of Frosted Flakes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">and <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">1</span> </b>dishwasher load,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">I'm finally chiseling down my honors thesis into a more focused direction.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Hooray!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO6JUIJPf_AnxnxXjSiLzlwlpx7lJ6JzPHfAcfrEqbWkITlCTP6cb_FFEOM3toDd0fK6FcAIyeDK8MvJSu90nO9zAijC8Ri8d4TzTpbeI4n2zEE0qPS2EIuYCxDvuKohMoyvPA3MudpA/s320/Photo+20.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467597946023114178" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Oh Faulkner. You slay me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">And Frosted Flakes, you fatten me right up.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just in time for summer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Just don't ask me how many pages I have written so far on my actual proposal. Oops.</span></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-26561276521603441872010-04-29T20:47:00.001-07:002010-04-29T21:02:29.594-07:00I know you were waiting for this...<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">More Gaga videos!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Don't even pretend like you're not gonna watch them. Because you are. And you're gonna love them. Seriously.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>1) University of Oregon : </b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wish I could be cool enough to be in an all-male a capella group performing Gaga songs.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rp_TBm3Gwq0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rp_TBm3Gwq0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>2) America's Favorite Dance Crew :</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">These guys are SO.GOOD! And they really captured Gaga's essence, I think.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">(PS. They won this round on the show!)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZcke5swK-w&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZcke5swK-w&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>3) Troops in Afghanistan :</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm pretty sure this is for reals.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">And if I were to make a potentially non-PC, not-that-funny joke here, I'd say something like </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sure don't need to ask </span></i><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">or</span></b></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> tell here! </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But I won't.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/haHXgFU7qNI&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/haHXgFU7qNI&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">All this Gaga just makes me want to go daaaancing. Any takers? :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">(Thanks to Jimmy, Pica, and Trav for sharing these links with me!)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-59345968620285944072010-04-13T15:32:00.000-07:002010-04-13T15:58:42.426-07:00Letters from the LRC<span style="font-size:130%;">Dear boy sitting at the computer across from me,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Forgive me for accientally playing footsie with you. Repeatedly. I just like to slouch.</span><br /><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear sadly inept library administration,</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Please come to your senses and realize that this congested, ventless, non-air-conditioned room is full of 300 constantly buzzing eletric boxes spewing heat. Your solution of placing two fans in the back cools down the room as much as an ice cube would in a closed oven.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear whoever on campus is in charge of computer lab availability,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Why are there not more Macs on campus? Don't you want me to be able to do my homework? I'd appreciate it if you could fix this Mac shortage asap.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Dear creative nonfiction class,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The selections I will read tomorrow from my essays will not be very eloquent or witty or interesting. But I will bring warm cinnamon rolls, so please make me feel brilliant and original and hilarious. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Plus, some post-it advice:<br /><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqWxMeIGqst0iPJZL8tDVGO15JiF8Ngi5EE-pI14gA6ACT048fq4_scTQf2nop7mNTBrRlk8iPvHstGHE59_qfcWVx_DBLNMBw-Ni3v7914h40vXXH0aL1UZplS6T1Rgq0B_Ev-i0Ljxs/s1600/givetimetime.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-57599003372248493282010-04-12T17:51:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:56:55.109-07:00Today,<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I finished the crossword puzzle.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I stayed on campus and did homework for three hours more than I had to just to skip FHE that was being held at my apartment.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />I had productive conversations with quite a few, quite intelligent individuals about what I hope will end up being my honors thesis.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I learned the word </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">somnolent</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> : "o</span><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></strong><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">f a kind likely to induce sleep, </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="vi">a somnolent sermon</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">" or "in</span><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></strong><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></strong><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">clined to or heavy with sleep, drowsy."</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So today, I'm feeling pretty good. But after running on 3.5 hours of sleep, I'm also feeling pretty somnolent. Glad I'm not feeling frazzled and chomped anymore, like this.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdHhGAA7wq6SjvmJIV4SiBhJjTzPRx_Iif8OagA2Yn5GBnod5G2n19RtNaRzt1j7i3UKolT_gowI60o4CW4Vvi8_3i97vLXzCLDhYtye37_rvlCAC2JmkBof6LwrT75FQFkA18E15kIw/s1600/chomped+dress"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJdHhGAA7wq6SjvmJIV4SiBhJjTzPRx_Iif8OagA2Yn5GBnod5G2n19RtNaRzt1j7i3UKolT_gowI60o4CW4Vvi8_3i97vLXzCLDhYtye37_rvlCAC2JmkBof6LwrT75FQFkA18E15kIw/s400/chomped+dress" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459434411167521362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">chomp-chompin' on tulle. <a href="http://weheartit.com/">source</a>.<br /></span></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></strong><span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="vi"></span>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4163889822815394616.post-83471315891823999152010-04-11T18:17:00.000-07:002010-04-11T18:36:30.236-07:00Why can't I figure this out.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:large;">Does my awareness, fostered by my English studies, of both the inadequacy and power of words make me any better or worse off at truly communicating with others?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Does it at least make me more critical or aware of my ineptitude?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Is it possible that there will just be people with whom it will always be impossible to truly communicate?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Why can't I fix it?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Can any of these questions be productive?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Will I ever be able to remove the shards of lightbulb glass and black pepper from my keyboard?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Can anyone answer my questions?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Well, for now, I have a date with my down comforter, legs bare of Sunday tights, and hopefully some wordless dreams.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOrs9sfnhbayNd9Z0NahYFU7AHxzuXLD1U6ImgmGVd3aPzFzaFrKPRPY6rT3_332TWcF4Vx3zh3UOfXNA7Fum4uhOJ5KoIYstUXv2F4I49p5aeJ1PjJ4v0LAgZaZ6KWmNDlqAVIQShqSQ/s400/tumblr_l0qjssiU4u1qbbzh5o1_400_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459058183230527138" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">photo </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://eyeit.tumblr.com/">s</a>ource</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> via </span><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1925915?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+weheartit+%28We+Heart+It%29&utm_content=Google+Reader"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">here</span></a><br /></div>Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13195124918070886105noreply@blogger.com3