Who let me do for them and myself at the same time (you're welcome, Sima!). Who know you're independent enough to go it alone but keep you company on the way home just the same. For friends who transport you to a younger time in your life--even if it's sometimes just to the morning when you just got up and still had optimism regarding your day. For people who you make soup with (Bagriella!) For friends who eat your pancakes and smoked mozzerella. To homies like my former resident, Alexandra, who has said more than a couple times "you always know the right thing to say."
Monday, March 31, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Kevin Smith, despite the dick and fart jokes, never ceases to amaze with his earnest Frank Capra-esque (thanks,
Karen) dialogs which can really cut to the quick of the imperfect human experience. Things are messy, messed-up, complicated and represent the shades of gray that make decisions difficult to make. Silent Bob is the voice of the zen master, wise but never preachy.
But, just because you realize the mistake, you think you have a solution, doesn't mean things are going to work out in a fairy-tale ending. People fall short, forget birthdays for business meetings, and can't make the decision that seems so obvious to someone else.
Thanks Kevin, for keeping it real. For showing that people can grow and change, but some things will always be the same (like Jay and Bob leaning against the walls of buildings.) Thanks for having earnest characters in an era where sarcasm and irony reign.
Oh, and your Smodcast kicks ass, too.
(And I liked Jersey Girl.)
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Ignoring the fact that it's terribly cooler and windier than I wish it to be in Maryland (though no-where near as ridiculous as Minnesota and Wisconsin were a few days ago), spring is not only bringing near-daily fits of graduation-related panic.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Friday, March 14, 2008
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Monday, March 10, 2008
After I got back from winter vacation two years ago, my parents were frustrated they weren't around to support me. It frustrated me, too. My mom, though, in her sensitivity, sent a care package full of protein bars and new socks and tights. She even included a little chai she found at a thrift store. I wore that chai every day for the past couple years, pretty much. I think it was her way of giving me a reminder that life goes on, a gift that told me every day that my parents and G-d will always support and love me. It's easy to forget that after a bad critique, or when you've lost your friends, but I really did appreciate it.
Approximately 1/5th of the housing complex I live in slash work grave in on Sunday night/Monday morning is vibrating vigorously. It has taken two and a half hours to get "them" (the powers that be at my school) to call emergency facilities management. Oh, bureaucracy.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
I am going to work on my bedsheet dress and make pancakes in the morning as well as displaying the printed fabrics I made this past week. Maybe if I work on my proposal and artists statement...crap, I really am going to have to go to my studio. Sigh.
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
I'd like to propose that Sei Shonagon, the Heian-era Japanese female court lady, was as a blogger. In the book of her collected works, The Pillow Book, she lists insights and goings-on in no order more thoughtful than that in which they came to mind. How like Carrie Bradshaw, or any contemporary young 3rd-gen feminist woman is Shonagon in her book! This is an example that I think is lovely, the 10th-century equivalent of "and he woke me up looking for his car keys, how annoying!"
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Monday, March 3, 2008
My friend Christine and I went to this place in a seedy part of SoWeBo which used to belong to a gas company that became part of BG&E. In that era, the gas houses were in competition with one another and were designed to instill confidence and imply luxury in the way that banks of that time did. This building sat unused for six years, falling into disrepair, until these fine folks bought it and filled it with magical things. A 19th century 20-foot-high circus banner, an electric perm machine, a wheel of fortune, CPR dummies, an old Austin replica/toy car, film on reels still containing the "Coming soon" 1970's technicolor intro to the trailers, anatomical charts and models, lead type, signage, tons of stained glass, and my favorite, the bright blue completely refurbished 1915 Oriole gas stove & oven unit, ready to be hooked up to gas lines! Old stoves are one of my favorite dreamy things to think of, when I think about having a house one day. Just a beautiful old enameled thing with chrome instead of brushed stainless and speed lines instead of corners, these are the things I dream of. Enjoy!