Tuesday, December 21, 2010
I've been wanting to see this movie for a while. I've always liked Banksy's artwork, but I had no idea he was that involved with Thierry Guetta (Mr. Brainwash), or that Guetta was even in the movie. The whole story is pretty interesting, and the movie's got a lot of great shots in it. I highly recommend it.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Saturday, December 4, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
1. I have 1,500 new songs in my iTunes library courtesy of Taylor, with more to come. My favorites so far (new stuff and old favorites)- Atlas Sound, Yo La Tengo, Lee Perry, No Age, Animal Collective, The Eels, Ruby Suns, Wilco, Lou Reed, Jack White, Son House, Khonner, Dan Auerbach, and I rediscovered "My Darling" by Wilco. Mmmm....
2. Doing the dishes- Makes me feel at home faster than anything else can.
4. The Road- Still reading it, still loving it.
5. The gym- Treadmill, I missed you.
6. Giant runs- Mary Alice and I went last night and bought literally everything we wanted. I felt like a kid in a candy (grocery) store.
7. Humidity- This one borders on being a bad thing, but since I've been home I haven't even touched lotion, and my hair is silky AND manageable.
8. Forever 21 men's section- Who knew?
9. Canada is the new Europe- The fam decided not to go to Europe and decided to go to Montreal instead. We were disappointed at first, but whatcha gonna do? I've never been to Canada, and I still get to practice French, AND Montreal is gorgeous.
10. Paul Simon- I love, love, love Paul Simon. Ever since I was a kid, he's been one of my favorite singers. Every time I listen to him I'm instantly 10 times happier than before I pressed play.
11. New albums- Arcade Fire's new album is pretty darn catchy and Weezer's coming out with Hurley on September 14th- which means my crushes on Rivers Cuomo and Scott Shriner are back in full effect.
12. September 2nd- 4 days in Los Angeles with muh BFF. I'm really not seeing any down-side here.
13. Time- I got a lot of it. And it's free.
14. Fall semester- I worked out my class/work schedule for Fall semester, and I'm pretty psyched for it. Online classes are the best thing choice I've ever made.
15. S'all good.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
We (the fam and I) got home around 5:30 this morning from Utah. I've never been more glad to get out of a car in my life. We've driven from Utah to Virginia before, but it's never been 5 of us in a Toyota Corolla. Looking at cars makes me want to hurl. Waynes World- style.
It wasn't all bad. I got a lot of reading in, which felt so good. The past few weeks, actually, I've been able to read some good stuff. Some of it for school, some of it for myself, some of it at the recommendations of others.
I finished The Brief Wonderous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz which was lent to me almost 3 weeks ago. It's a crazy book, but I highly recommend it. I didn't know what to expect when I first started reading it, other than a brief synopsis from the lender, and I think that's part of what made it so crazy. The way Diaz tells the story is so captivating. He has this insane voice and an incredible combination of storytelling techniques that make the novel like nothing you've ever read. At the same time, though, while you're reading it it's so obvious that that's how the story had to be told. And the ending, oh my gosh, the ending. I re-read the last section of the book maybe 10 times. I won't quote it or spoil it. It has to be read with the rest of the book. Anyways, it's a crazy, bombastic, ghetto-fabulous kegger of a book.**
** Credit goes to Jeff for recommending it. For future reference, if Jeff White tells you to read a book (or really, if he tells you to do anything), read (or do) it. It will probably change your life.
In other news, I started reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road. I've seen the movie and I've been told by tons of people (including Mr. Jeff White) that I've "got to read this book" for something like 3 months, but I've never had time to read it until now. About 5 days ago I got an email from my English 495 teacher with a list of suggested reading for a future project and it included The Road, so it's now school reading. I started it Wednesday night around 11:00 and couldn't stop. With all my notes, though, I only got through about 50 pages. Looking back, I'm glad I saw the movie first; it's helped to keep the story more fluid. So far I love it and I'm pretty psyched to write about it. The way Cormac McCarthy writes is surprisingly simplistic. When I say simplistic, I don't, by any means, mean 'simple,' I mean he doesn't add flourishes to everything, which I like. Every once in a while, though, he throws in a sentence that blows my mind- partially because it's so profound and partially because he has a way of deriving totally abstract concepts from really simple actions/situations**
** I'm not explaining it as well as I wish I could. The man is a genius, I'm not.
Also on the list of books is A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. I've been a fan of Dave Eggers for a little bit. I fell in love with his short stories a while back, but lack of time/life kept me from reading any of his longer stuff. I attempted starting the book last Summer before I left for school, but only got about 25 pages in before I had to start reading textbooks again. Picking it back up again (again, because of Jeff) was one of the best things I did all semester. Dave Eggers has, in my extremely limited opinion, one of the best voices as an author that I've ever read. He's really clear about his intentions as far as what he wants you to get out of what he's writing, and sort of shoves it down your throat, but in a good way. Reading him is like getting into a heated discussion with someone, and having them get louder and louder as they make their point. He's also got a really solid way of balancing the 'heavy' with humor. Parts of the book are heartbreaking, and other parts made me laugh out loud (not small guffs of suppressed laughter either, we're talking laugh-ter). Anyways, if you're looking for a mini journey/wake up call, read it.
This semester I got to read a lot of Russian literature for one of my classes. I've always like Russian history, so getting the chance to read the literature was pretty exciting. We read stuff from Tolstoy, Dostoevsky, Gogol, Lermontov, Chekhov, etc. There were a few highlights here and there, but my favorite pieces ended up being Chekhov's short stories. I don't know why I'd never read them before, or why they're not more widely-read in America. The man had a wicked sense of humor, and an even more wicked sense of suffering. My favorite of his stories is one called Misery. Without giving too much away, it's about a coach driver who's son has just passed away, and all he wants to do is talk about it. It's a perfect story. Period.
Right now I'm in the middle of Reading Lolita in Tehran. I'm about half-way through it, and I haven't really formed an opinion on it yet, partially because I've ended up breaking up my reading of it over the course of about 3 months now. It's got a lot of historical/ cultural background on the Middle East, though, which is pretty tight. Ever since Dad started working in Iraq I've wanted to learn as much as I can about the Middle East. Even if the book itself weren't amazing, I think getting a glimpse at the Islamic point of view of certain issues would be worth it.
Next on the list:
In the Name of Honor- Mukhtar Mai (look her up)
Things Fall Apart- Chinua Achebe
Half the Sky: Nicholas Kristof
My Name is Asher Lev- Chaim Potok
Life of Pi- Yann Martel
This is Your Brain on Music- Daniel J. Levitin
The White Album- Joan Didion
The Shipping News- Annie Proulx
Anycrap. That's all I got.
Reading's pretty cool, kids. A-wink.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
The scar on my chin is from jumping off the edge of the pool backwards
2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?
4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?
I like a lot of music- "Rock" mostly, but I love hip hop,reggae, classical, blues, some country, funk, classic rock, folk, instrumental stuff. It's all good.
5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?
Around 6:00 PM in Arizona
6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?
A crystal ball. That'd be awesome
7. WHAT DO YOU MISS?
8.WHATS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION?
Probably my Mac. It's got everything on it- my writing, my pictures, etc.
9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?
10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?
I used too.
12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?
13. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?
That someone's life will be worse because of me.
14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?
I like hair on the darker side, I guess. I don't have an eye preference, except purple eyes are a no-go. It's just not kosher.
15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?
HA. Anywhere but the temple grounds, the gardens, or over the phone.
16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?
17. FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?
18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Grilled vegetable salad from California Pizza Kitchen.
19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME?
Green or purple.
20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?
Crackers or fish?
21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?
My baptismal dress
22. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?
23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?
24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?
I like Steve Madden shoes, American Eagle jeans, and Victorias Secret bras. Everything else is fair game.
25. WHO IS YOUR FAV FEMALE/MALE CELEBRITY?
Male- Alec Baldwin, Female- Meryl Streep
26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?
Back at home
27. WHAT KIND IS IT?
Dog named Honey.
28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?
30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED:
31. BLONDES, BRUNETTES OR RED HEADS?
I love em all.
32. FAVORITE QUOTE?
It's super cheesy, but "Doubt that the stars are fire. Doubt the Sun moves. Doubt truth to be a liar. But never doubt I love" from Hamlet.
33. FAVORITE PLACE?
Williamsburg, Virginia. I could probably think of a 'cooler' place, but there are so many good memories there.
34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?
35. YOUR WEAKNESSES?
Intelligence, sense of humor, and sugar.
36. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?
37. FIRST JOB?
38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?
39. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOUL MATE?
I know I'm not supposed to think they do because of agency and all that, but I like thinking there's someone meant for everyone.
40. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?
41. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY?
42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?
My hair or my eyes.
43. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?
44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Debts paid off. Or books/music/movies.
45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES?
I want at least two kids. As for names, I like them unique- Vendella (I don't know why...), Roman, Simone, Maddox
46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
My name's a combination of a girl my mom used to take care of, and the last part of my mom's name.
47. WHAT IS THE BIGGEST TURN OFF OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Ignorance or insincerity
48. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKED ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?
49. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?
I switch between Dove and Garnier Fructis
50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
52. ANY BAD HABITS?
I can be a terrible procrastinator.
53. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?
54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
If I could get past the first stages of myself. I'm incredibly shy, which I think gets mistaken for arrogance.
55. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?
56. DO LOOKS MATTER?
57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?
58. OH NO, THIS IS MISSING!
59. WHAT'S YOUR MAIN GOAL IN LIFE?
This'll probably be the cheesiest answer on here, but I want to perpetuate change. I really, really want to make a difference on a global scale.
60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD?
Barbies. I had quite the collection if I do say so myself.
61. HOW OLD WERE YOU WHEN YOU FIRST FELL IN LOVE?
I don't think I've been in love yet.
62.WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?
63. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
64. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?
65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?
Kindness, taller than me, sturdy shoulders, intelligence, sense of humor, curiosity, creativity, sincerity, priesthood, sense of adventure. Any combination of those...
66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?
Lee-lee, Ivanstein, Bananalee, Lee Baby, Mormon
68. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?
69.WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES?
Put yourself in their shoes
70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?
Pistachio, or any kind of chunky, chocolate concoction.
71. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?
And proud of it.
72. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?
73. PLANS FOR TONIGHT?
What I want, when I want!...Plus some homework.
74. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WHEN YOU ARE OLDER?
I wanna be a nomad when I grow up.
75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?
76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO?
77. LAST THING YOU DRANK?
78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX
80. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
Read, draw, run
81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE?
82. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR?
Spring or Fall
83. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF CANDY?
84. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY AND TRULY HAD A BEST FRIEND?
85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?
It changes, but usually it's some form of Auburn.
86. EYE COLOR?
Changes from blue to gray to green
87. SHOE SIZE?
88. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?
I'm not a huge fast-food person...Panda Express?
89. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?
I've only been there twice, but I love Sushi Samba.
90. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?
91. WATCH TV TODAY?
92. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
Well it was September 11th in 1989, but it's varied ever since.
93. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?
I have a working knowledge of the piano, and I used to play the flute.
94. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?
Somewhere between the two.
96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?
Cake mix, chocolate chips, cabbage, and carbonated water. This purchase brought to you by the letter 'C,' apparently...
98. WOULD YOU EVER BE A HOUSEWIFE?
If it meant I could raise my kids, definitely.
99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING?
Alternating between Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius and Anton Chekov short stories
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Saturday, June 12, 2010
So it's been a while since I posted anything new.
I stared a creative writing class Monday.
We write a lot.
5 Minute Write...
Running is my favorite enemy. We have a love and hate relationship that I can’t live with or without. It’s a relationship ultimately dominated by one word: hate.
This hate hits me in stages as I run, increasing and decreasing in intensity and focus. Beginning the run, I hate how tense every muscle is. No amount of stretching or warming up can prepare them for the pavement they’ll have to absorb. Each muscle in my legs and hips and stomach feels like an un-oiled joint at the crux of a large, out-dated, bulky machine. I can feel the individual fibers straining to catch up, reluctantly contracting and loosening with each stride. My mind looks for things to distract me from the awkwardness of the first steps, but all it can come up with is more hate.
I hate the Sun, the rays that relentlessly seep through my heather-gray shirt. I hate the drag of my sweatpants against the humid breeze. I hate the rhythm of my ponytail penduluming against the back of my head, always one beat behind my steps. I hate my sweat-soaked clothing, how it suctions to my back and arms and hangs heavily everywhere else. I hate that I keep picturing my red, blood-infused face in my head, and the slight bounce of my cheeks as I run. I hate the sweat that slithers through my eyebrows and pools threateningly on the edge of my eyelashes. I hate the rock that ends up in the arch of my right shoe, stabbing my already tender feet. I hate that my music won’t go any louder, or drown out the constancy of the hate.
By the end of my run, I hate that I can’t run any longer. I miss synchronizing my steps with the beat of each song. I miss feeling my heart pound blood into the rest of my body, being able to feel the strength of my pulse in my neck and my fingers and my feet. I miss the predictability of each step on the track. I miss forcing myself to forget about everything else going on in my life to concentrate on the track ahead of me. I miss the synthesis of each muscle and nerve and bone and cell orchestrating the rhythm pushing my body forward. I miss the war between my body and my mind, and that sense of victory knowing that both have won.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
So as part of my job as a tutor for BYU- I, I get to do online tutoring. Basically what happens is college students from all over the country e-mail us weekly grammar exercises and essays, and we correct/critique them and send them back. It's pretty much the best job on campus, if not the world. In one semester I've been blessed to read an essay about child leashes (which had one paragraph dedicated to a hypothetical situation in which an adult, talking to another adult, forgets that what's on the end of the leash in their hands is an actual child, tugs on the leash to shut them up, and pulls the child to the ground, giving them a concussion), another essay about how we should all go back to the days of Mid-wifery (which was another tutor's student), and a grammar worksheet which hailed peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as the most important invention of the 21st century (and you better believe this child was serious about it). One of my favorite assignments, though, was this one, where the student had to watch an hour of TV, or listen to an hour of radio, pick out all the cliches they heard, and modernize them to make them 'un-cliched.' So here it is, with a few notes (that I didn't send to this student)....
· Bad guys will always get killed by a snake, while the hero simply reaches out and picks it up with his bare hands. (VALID)
· Aliens usually speak English and have same colloquialisms. i.e. planet. (I DIDN'T KNOW 'PLANET' WAS A COLLOQUIALISM.)
- At least one of a pair of identical twins is born evil (CASE IN POINT: TWINS- STARRING DANNY DEVITO ND ARNOLD SCHWARZENEGGER.)
- Movie people can get cabs instantly, unless they are in danger, whereupon no cab can be found.
·People typing away on a computer will turn it off without saving the data. (VALID, EXCEPT I FEEL THEY'RE FORGETTING THE LANDMARK CASE OF PETER GIBBONS V. INITECH, IN THE MOVIE OFFICE SPACE, IN WHICH HE WAS FORCED TO WORK ON SATURDAY BECAUSE OF A LENGTHY DOCUMENT-SAVING PROCESS)
·If hero or villain takes an elevator, villain or hero can beat it by taking the stairs, even if the trip is 20 floors.
·Pastries are always in pink boxes (OR WHITE)
- Any lock can be picked with a credit card or paper clip (I WOULD ACCEPT THIS ONE, WERE THEY NOT FORGETTING THE MOST IMPORTANT PART OF THIS CLICHE- THE BOBBY PIN)
·Police Captain/lieutenants are always angry at their star detective and yell at him, threatening suspension if he doesn't drop the case. (THIS ONE, I LIKE)
·Explosions in space make noise. (NOW I'M BEGINNING TO WONDER WHAT HOUR OF TV THIS KID WAS WATCHING THAT HAD PASTRIES, A POLICE DETECTIVE, AN EXPLOSION IN SPACE, AND AN EVIL TWIN)
·Whenever anyone is chased into a staircase, she/he will run upstairs rather than down. (HOW ELSE ARE YOU GOING TO GET TO THE ROOFTOP FOR THE 'EDGE OF THE ROOFTOP' CONFRONTATION...GEEZ.)
Anyways, I thought it was amusing. Kudos to you, fellow movie analyst. Ku-DOS
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
The quote's from American Beauty, a genius of a movie about the pitfalls of suburbia. It refers to the music the mother, played ever so brilliantly by Annette Benning, insists on playing over dinner every night.
I've been asking myself this same question ever since I heard the quote. Except, my elevator music isn't elevator music at all. My elevator music is mind games, mind games specific to behavior around guys.
A while back, I had a conversation with someone I used to date. I'd liked him for a while before the actual dating started, and I thought I was more than obvious about it. According to him, though, he thought I hated him. This isn't the first time I've heard this. I've heard similar things from everyone from my friends to other guys I've liked. Even my junior year English teacher who, to this day, is my hero, told me that I was "always hard to read," and that she could never tell whether I liked the class or not.
I've never been your classic flirt. I hate feeling like I'm transparent like that unless I'm positive that a guy likes me back. I don't know whether it's a weakness or a strength, or what to think about it, exactly. All I know is that the elevator music has to stop eventually.
And that's all I got.
Monday, May 31, 2010
I want to say 'thank you' for all the sacrifices you make for me, for my family, and for your families.
I come from a long line of military service. All 3 of my grandfathers served in WWII, one in the Navy, one earning a Purple Heart, and one serving as a medic in Iwo Jimo at the age of 19. They're some of the most incredible men I know, and their stories are even more incredible.
My father has served in the military for the past 25+ years. He's served in 2 wars and completed his 4th tour in the Middle East last year. He's made countless sacrifices, and gone through more than any human should ever have to, and I'm eternally grateful for everything he's done.
I love him, and I'm more than proud to call him 'Papa.'
Happy Memorial Day.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Caitie: So what chu writing on that blog o yours?
Annalee: I dunno yet. Any ideas?
Caitie: Dedicate an entire entry to me.
So here it goes...
My first memory of Caitie is in Sunday School, about 11 years ago. The class was sitting in chairs lined along the the walls of the classroom, and I was sitting diagonally from Caitie. I don't remember what the lesson was on, or who was teaching it. All I remember is Caitie sitting there with her scripture case full of candy. Not sharing. I was instantly annoyed with her, and let that annoyance fester over the next couple of years, even after she moved away.
The next time I remember seeing Caitie was walking down the halls of Lees Corner Elementary School. I was returning to class, and I saw her. Standing there. Sharpening her pencil. I don't remember why I was in the hall, or what she or I was wearing, or if I said 'hi,' or waved. All I remember is the annoyance...which I promptly let fester for another couple of years.
I don't remember exactly when we became friends, or why. All I remember are late nights at Caitie's house, playing Sims, making fake commercials, eating inordinate amounts of cookie dough ice cream, and laughing. Always laughing.
This is where is gets cheesy.
Ever since that one summer, we've been best friends. We may have been an ocean apart most of the time, but we always knew the other one was there. Then, each summer, we'd pick up where we left off. She's been a constant in my life ever since the 7th grade, the longest friendship I've ever had. It's literally spanned decades and continents. It's sustained weeks without being able to talk, camping trips that made us hate each other, boys, schools, good times, bad times, all of it. She's one of the few people I know I can count on, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather call my best friend.
And here it is, the Top Ten Things I Love About Caitie Metts:
10. Her sense of style, which is fearless. She can pull anything off.
9. Her addiction to ice. It makes me feel better about my addiction to carbonation.
8. Her sense of adventure. She's up for anything, anytime, with anyone.
7. The laughter. Oh the laughter...
6. The fact that we can go from deep, meaningful conversations, to joking about stupid stuff in 5 minutes.
5. She's a smart cookie, about a million times smarter than people realize at first.
4. Her caring side. She's one of the most compassionate people I know. She's the perfect aunt, and she's gonna make an amazing mother.
3. She can find the good in anyone, and make fun of the ridiculous in them too.
2. Her unpredictability. When that mouth opens, there's no telling what's gonna come out.
1. She's my best friend! I love her, I would do anything for her, and I don't know where I would be without her.
I love you, Caitie Metts!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Anyways, whenever I start feeling this way I start looking for familiar things, things that remind me of home, or even familiar feelings. Sometimes it's a movie, or calling home that does it. But, the most effective method is music, and the most effective peace of music is "Window in the Skies" by U2. It's one of my all-time favorite songs for several reasons. I grew up on U2. My oldest brother and my dad were big fans of them when I was young, and I thought if I liked them too, that I would somehow be part of the 'club.' Somewhere along the way, I started liking them too. Another big part of it is the music video. The music video is comprised of clips of different singers lip-synching the song, everyone from Nat King Cole to Jimi Hendrix to Green Day. It's my favorite music video of all time, and odd as it may sound, it made me cry the first time I saw it. I'm gonna regret writing that later...
The reason I write this is because today I was going through one of these 'spells.' I didn't feel particularly like myself for whatever reason, and felt a little detached from everything around me. I was walking home from class around 5:30, down the hill from campus on the way to my apartment, when 'Window in the Skies' came on my iPod. Immediately I started feeling like myself again. I snapped back into the present, and became exponentially happier. I started to think about my family, about the fact that I'm a part of something bigger than myself even if only through this song. It's the ultimate quixotic anthem, which I know can have a negative connotation. To me, though, being quixotic is the essence of life. It's being hopeful, even to a foolish degree, which is what we all need from time to time.
So here it is:
'Window in the Skies' by U2
The shackles are undone
The bullets quit the gun
The heat thats in the sun
Will keep us when there's none
The rule has been disproved
The stone has been moved
The grain is now a groove
All debts are removed, ooh
Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
What it's doing to me
Love makes strange enemies
Makes love when love may please
Soul in a strip tease
Hate brought to its knees
Sky over our head
Can reach it from our bed
If you let me in your heart
And out of my head
Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
Oh can't you see what our love has done
What it's doing to me
Oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Oh oh ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Please don't ever let me out of here
I've got no shame
Oh no oh no
Oh can't you see what love has done
Oh can't you see
Oh can't you see what love has done
What it's doing to me
Oh I know I hurt you and I made you cry
Did everything but murder but you and I
But love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
Oh can't you see what love has done (to every broken heart)
Oh can't you see what love has done (for every heart that cries)
Love left a window in the skies
And to love I rhapsodize
Oh can't you see
Sunday, May 23, 2010
1. Help me to wake up on time tomorrow morning.
2. Let me like the color of my hair when I wake up.
3. Give me the motivation I need to do homework.
4. Don't let my feet die on me. I really like running...
5. Let me find the right internship for Fall. LA would be nice.
6. Don't let me give in to my desire to cut my hair.
7. Stop these stupid breakouts. Seriously.
8. Bring back Arrested Development.
9. Don't let it snow in Rexburg anymore.
10. Let this week go by fast.
Thank You for (in no particular order):
1. My job. I love it. No matter how much I might complain, or wish that a student cancels.
2. My friends. Near and far.
3. Not letting my hair fall out after this millionth dye job.
4. Letting me run again. I forgot how good it feels.
5. My iPod. My hero.
6. The World Cup. Only 3 more weeks.
7. Asian food. This is self-explanatory.
8. My family. I don't know what we did to deserve each other, but I can't imagine being a part of any other family.
9. Kids. They make everything better. Everything.
10. The church. Also self-explanatory.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Top Ten Favorite Movies:
1. When Harry Met Sally
2. Shawshank Redemption
3. The Mission
4. Dumb and Dumber
5. Silence of the Lambs
6. Little Miss Sunshine
7. Pride and Prejudice
9. The Sure Thing
10. The Royal Tenenbaums
11. Casino Royale
Top Ten Favorite Chick Flicks:
1. Father of the Bride
3. Sixteen Candles
4. Pretty Woman
5. Where the Heart Is
6. Say Anything
7. One Fine Day
8. Bridget Jones Diary
9. Devil Wears Prada
10. Love, Actually
11. Down With Love
Top Ten Favorite Books:
1. Kite Runner
2. Year of Magical Thinking
3. Man's Search for Meaning
4. Catch Me If You Can
5. Leaves of Grass
6. Me Talk Pretty One Day
7. A Spy for All Seasons
8. Dress Your Family in Corderoy and Denim
9. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
10. The Sun Also Rises
Top Ten Favorite Bands/Artists:
2. Jimi Hendrix
3. John Mayer
4. Paul Simon
5. The Killers
6. Taylor Swift
7. The Shins
9. Ennio Morricone
11. The Bravey
That felt good.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
This semester it's Modern European History. I thought I was going to enjoy the class when I first signed up for it. It fulfills the history requirement for my Poli Sci minor, and my family's planning on going to Europe at the end of the Summer, so I figured it would all fit. But, I'm starting to regret it. It's not that the class is awful, it's just that it has no structure- and I don't like the final project. That, and it's at a time of the day when I would much rather be working or doing homework.
BUT- I just looked up the academic schedule, and the last day to drop classes without receiving a 'W' was yesterday... Let the character building commence.
In other news, all the other classes are going really well. They're all pretty chill, with the exception of Advanced International Relations, which has a lot of social capital involved. It's hard to get a word in sometimes, but at least it's interesting, and Brother Adamson is the man.
ALSO, it's snowing. It's May 6th, 2010, and it's snowing.
ALSO, ALSO, I should probably recap the weekend. Friday night I went to Idaho Falls with Scotty, Russell, and Ryan to a place called the Snakebite. SO GOOD. It's a sort of hole in the wall type of place with a really tight atmosphere. It's super small with only a few waiters, and some f the best food I've had for a while. Anyways, I highly recommend it.
Saturday morning (I'm talking 3 am) I made the trek to Salt Lake to meet Dad for his birthday. I got there around 8, and slept in until around 11, then Dad and I woke up and we went out to lunch at Marie Callendars. We talked for somewhere around 2 hours. It was so nice just to sit and talk with him without any interferences or distractions. I forgot how much I missed him. Afterwards we went to the Gateway to pick up some shoes for church the next day, and then to Barnes and Noble. I got a new book of memoirs, and he picked up some Sudoku for the plane. That night the whole family got together for Dad's birthday- it was really nice to see everyone again (at least everyone that showed up. cough, cough...) We chilled out and talked over pizza, played with LOUIE VITO'S DOG! Anyways, the next morning, Dad and I woke up too late for church, so we stayed home and watched Master and Commander, then we had Dad's birthday dinner and I left for Rexburg again...which wouldn't be a huge deal if my shuttle home wasn't taken over by a girl who decided to make herself the ring-leader of the 11 GIRLS who were on the shuttle with me. For 4 hours, all I heard was her trying to one-up people. It was entertaining, but incredibly annoying. And now, I'm back at school, not ready at all for classes.
And I'm spent.
Quote of the Day:
"Think constantly, both as Roman and as a man, to do the task before you with perfect and simple dignity, and with kindness, freedom, and justice. Try to forget everything else. And you will be able to do so if you undetake every action in your life as if it were your last, leaving aside all negligence and the opposition of passion to the dictates of reason, and leaving aside all hypocrisy, egotism, and rebelliousness against your own lot." -Marcus Aurelius
"Think constantly, both as Roman and as a man, to do the task before you with perfect and simple dignity, and with kindness, freedom, and justice. Try to forget everything else. And you will be able to do so if you undetake every action in your life as if it were your last, leaving aside all negligence and the opposition of passion to the dictates of reason, and leaving aside all hypocrisy, egotism, and rebelliousness against your own lot."
The man may have persecuted thousands of Christians, but he knew his stuff.
Sunday, April 25, 2010
As I sit here typing, my computer is dying.
Pop ups keep coming up.
Spyware's failing and out of date.
Infiltration Alerts everywhere.
I've had this puppy for 3 long, glorious years. It's like family. Sure it's a little slow, but it's a good slow. Like old Uncle Earl who just sits on the couch all day until Thanksgiving dinner is ready, or the blonde sister who's the last to laugh at every joke.
I've had some good times with this computer. I wrote my first college paper on it. I've emailed countless people. Downloaded a million songs. Watched a thousand episodes of trashy TV.
I don't know if I'm ready to say goodbye.
But it looks like it's about that time.
So farewell, little Inspiron. I'll miss ya....buddy.
*Charlie Brown Christmas Music playing*
Saturday, April 24, 2010
"There are 20 of you in this class. And with an average age of about 20, that's 400 years of experience. That 400 years has more to say than I do."
The quote sorta punched me in the face. I've always had this idea of people as more than what we see in the present, but I'd never been able to phrase it quite like that. I was so happy when he said it! It was the perfect summation of this mentality I've always had, and one that's kind of saved my life. One of my favorite quotes from Ralph Waldo Emerson says that there's very little you can learn from yourself; there's SO much more we can learn from other people. Back then I thought Emerson was the man. I thought of him as this genius who stooped down to the level of others so that he could learn about life. But looking back I realize how ridiculous that was. He wasn't 'stooping down' to the lowly dairy farmer or the town cooper so that he could learn from them, he realized that they had just as much to offer as he did. Emerson could write and think and hypothesize like no one's business, but he probably couldn't have run a dairy farm to save his life.
I've tried to adapt that to my own life, especially since moving to Idaho, where I'm surrounded by 12 types of crazy at any given time (and I kinda love it). My first couple of months in Idaho I found myself making a lot of snap judgments about people. It was a bad combination of home-sickness and Northern Virginian pride (which we have pretty badly...). Since then I've really tried to be less judgmental, and give people the benefit of the doubt, because I'm sure the person wearing the all-denim outfit with a monument for a belt-buckle could probably school me in a million-and-one different things. I feel kind of like Shaun Brumder from Orange County, not so much the beginning of the movie, but the end where he realizes that being surrounded by all the crazy is actually the perfect environment for him. Not that I feel like this person stuck with a bunch of crazy people all the time, or anything like that...but you get my point.
Quote of the Day:
"Maybe it's a sign...you're just not responsible enough to be a mother...irony?" -Caitie Metts
Monday, April 19, 2010
Anycrap, I've had a lot on my mind the last couple of days. My head won't stop churning out new questions for me to think about. Some of them I don't mind thinking about, like "How do they make gumballs?" And then there are the heavier ones, the kind make me so anxious I can't go running (which is super annoying by the way. I wish I were one of those people who could completely clear my head while I ran). This year seems to be THE year, the year where I have to have everything figured out. I know that's not completely realistic, but there are so many forks in the road this year, and I feel like I have to make just the right decision at each of them.
For instance: To go on a mission, or not to go on a mission.
Growing up I never really thought I'd go on a mission. I never ruled it out, but the thought of going on one never quite clicked in my mind. Recently, though, it's been on my mind more and more. Spending a year and a half in a completely new place, meeting new people, focusing on the gospel with no distractions, helping people sounds pretty nice to me right about now. On the other hand, completely removing myself from college/friends/family for a year and a half scares me to death. I know it sounds selfish, or at least it feels selfish, but it's a genuine concern. I know I wouldn't regret serving one, and I know the blessings that come from a mission are well worth it, but I keep thinking of everything I would miss at home.
On the other hand, figuring out what to do with my life if I don't go on a mission isn't much more appealing. I've never been this unfocused in my life. I've always had a pretty good idea of what I wanted to do: work for the government, travel, have a family, etc. But, a couple semesters ago I had sort of an epiphany. I love learning about government, the history behind it, how it works, all the little intricacies that go into it. I know that if I wanted to, I could do pretty well for myself living that kind of life. But when I think about desk-work, commuting, politics, all that kind of stuff, my excitement shuts off. I would much rather do work that I'm absolutely, 100% passionate about.
SO. I switched my major to English, which isn't a huge change from Poli Sci, and I can go pretty much anywhere with it. So far I love it. I can write all I want (more than I want), and read, and analyze, and discuss, and create. It's helped me so much as a writer and a communicator in general. The only problem is where I go with it. I would love to work for the entertainment industry doing writing or editing or something else creative. Dad thinks I should have a newspaper column somewhere. There are all these possibilities swirling around and all I have to do is go for ONE, but the thought of choosing just one is so incredibly daunting.
I've also thought a lot about teaching abroad. It would satisfy pretty much every desire I have for my future life. I LOVE the idea of traveling as part of my career. I want to do and see as much as possible. The only problem is trying to create a family, or any kind of relationship, around that kind of lifestyle. I don't want to be one of those moms who hires a nanny and never sees her kids, or does long-distance relationships all the time. And I don't want anyone to feel like they'd have to compromise anything just so I could fulfill my own need to travel all the time.
I've noticed this kind of mentality seeping into other areas of my life, especially with school. When I'm in school, I like to be completely dedicated to school. I absolutely hate feeling like I haven't given 100% to my school/homework. I never want to feel like I could've done better. With that, though, comes certain sacrifices. I haven't been the best at dedicating time to my friends or my relationships. It's not really fair to anyone, and I hate that I'd ever even consider putting school before them, but if I only get to do college once, I want to do it right. There's also that little fear in the back of my head that I won't be able to get as much schooling as I want too. My goal is to get a Masters, possibly in English. I think getting a Masters degree would quench any educational desires I have, or at least make me sick of school enough to get on with my life and get a job. But if something ever came up, where I couldn't go that far, I want to know that the effort I put into school here in college would suffice.
Anyways, I feel like I'm rambling... I'm gonna end this while my thoughts are still somewhat lucid. And I'll try to update again before 2011.
Quote of the Day:
"Better start selling my lightbulbs." -Mary Alice