Thursday, April 29, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
- Shooting murderous looks at anyone who stands on the left on an escalator. Any escalator, anywhere
- Bitching about tourists. All. The. Time.
- Developing strong feelings on Virginia suburbs and Maryland.
- Being able to identify "Hill" people and knowing what a vague "I work for the government" really means. (I.e. spy!)
But after all this cynicism and sarcasm, looking at that bear curled up, sleeping contentedly, I can't help but hope she gets a new little one. They took her other one away, after all, and I have to admit, they are just freaking adorable.
Friday, April 23, 2010
I've reached the point where it's no longer about respecting viewpoints that are different from mine. I can respect differing views on abortion, government spending, war, etc. I absolutely can not when it comes to gay rights. It's my line in the sand. It's seriously the only issue I can think of where my only response is "You're wrong," end of story.
It is just incorrigible to me that in 2010 people still think it's acceptable. I guess it should count for something that the vast majority of people I know now, the people I've been exposed to since high school, even those with the most conservative beliefs, would never use such language. They may not agree with the "lifestyle," for lack of a better word, but they would never demean them in such a way. There are good, classy people out there. There are.
My anger may be partly because of something that happened on Facebook a few weeks ago. Someone I barely know from high school, who didn't go to the school, posted a status about liking Carolina basketball. Someone else responded "why do you want to cheer for those fags?" To which the person responded, "no, the b-ball team isn't fags, just the students that go there."
First, let's get this out of the way being that it is my number one pet peeve, thorn in my side, line I refuse to cross: using slang for sexual orientation as an insult, adjective, or method of judgment is unacceptable. I HATE IT. And even hate isn't a strong enough word. Gay doesn't mean weak, effeminate, dumb, or sad. There are plenty of words that mean those things, so use them!
Second, basketball players are students. And from what I've read about players, at least past players, they adore Chapel Hill and would not be ashamed to be considered a part of it. And I know he or she intended the "fag" to be an all-encompassing insult for that which they fear the most: PEOPLE WHO ARE DIFFERENT. People who buck the status quo, dress differently, think! Because compared to lots of places, Chapel Hill is different. (Thank, God.) I've been faced with this kind of judgment of UNC students for years, long before I went there, while I was there, and even now after. It doesn't bother me so much if people want to assume I'm a crazy liberal lesbian who doesn't shave her legs. Whatever. I am a crazy liberal, I'm not gay but I love them, and I do shave my legs, but not because society tells me to, but because I want to.
Bottom line: "Gay" either describes your mental state or your sexual orientation; that's it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
I recently read an article on CNN—Book jackets: An endangered art—on how e-readers threaten the beauty and lessen the importance of cover art.
My favorite part of the article:
- Cover art (Is it a pretty color? Has it been done before? How relevant will it be to the story?)
- Size, location, and content of author photo (Pretentious smile or background? It's their first book but it takes up the entire page?)
- Reviews (How many and from what sources?)
- Blurb length, relevance, and location (Is it on the back of a paperback, where it should be, or do they move it inside to make room for laudatory reviews?)
- Awards (Which award? Did they win or were they a finalist? Have I heard of it before?)
Below are a few of the covers that first popped to mind as I read the article. Covers that I think of every time I think of the book. Covers that are the reason I bought the book in the first place. Covers that I saw on the other side of the bookstore and raced to get to. Covers that may not represent the "classics" but represent something to me.
Friday, April 9, 2010
I saw this on the shelf at Marshall's a few weeks ago. I think this week is the perfect time to post it.
It's an odd thing to be selling, even for $1, given that it's half gone and there's a footprint on top. But then you see the name on the side and, suddenly, it all makes sense.
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Wednesday, April 7, 2010
- Never went a day without having my nails painted.
- Owned no real t-shirts.
- Never left the house without everything looking just. so.
- Had my nails painted some days.
- Accrued more than 50 t-shirts.
- Never wore pajamas to class and rarely wore a hoodie out.
- Sometimes go days with chipped nail polish or unevenly filed nails.
- Wore a hoodie to work. Twice.
- Had to talk myself out of wearing a t-shirt today that has been previously used to exercise and sleep in. And I wore a baseball hat.
This could be looked at as a sign that I'm letting go of some of my perfectionist control freak tendencies. But...
I ironed both the sleep/exercise shirt and the shirt I ended up wearing. Both of which had to have navy in them to match the hat. Then I lint rolled the hat because it had fuzzies on it. On the feet were black flip flops instead of brown to match my black bag. Finally, I went through several pairs of earrings and necklaces before settling on ones that went with the casual and effortless look I was going for.
It turns out that even when I'm being a lazy slob I'm still a perfectionist control freak. Maybe I don't need to say hello to the housecoats and slippers just yet.
Monday, April 5, 2010
After years of hearing from a variety of people -- in real life, on tv, and on blogs -- I finally caved last week and started watching "Friday Night Lights." And, just like they all said, I am obsessed! To the point that I watched all three seasons on Netflix instant play in entirely too short of an amount of time. This is why I resist watching shows that have already been out for awhile. I get addicted and can't stop until I watch them all and know everything about them. (See: Doctor Who, One Tree Hill, General Hospital, etc.)
This might be one of the most realistic shows I've ever seen. I feel like I could walk into any small town in America -- including my own hometown -- and find people just like this with issues like theirs. The good, the bad, and the over-the-top. And it's about so much more than just football. The characters are dynamically written and acted, their interactions and experiences honest and poignant. I find myself tearing up at every episode, which might not normally say much since I cry at everything, but it really is that good and moving.
(Though I must say I'm not sure there's any way normal teenagers could have as much sex and drink as much alcohol as they do and still have time for football. Not to mention have no pregnancies or drunken driving incidents. Though I guess there have been a fair number of arrests. But there aren't always consequences for bad choices in real life, so they're still keeping it real.)
It is also very witty and delivers some great lines, usually said in the driest manner possible, my favorite kind of humor. Current favorites:
Matt: Probably. We do live in Texas.
Tami Taylor: Sweetheart, that's just ridiculous.
Landry: That will be beautiful when you zip over to Rite-Aid.
Bottom line: Everyone should watch this show.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Hello, Spring. I never thought you'd get here.
I feel like skipping through the streets with unfettered joy at the blue skies, hot air, flowering trees, and friendly breezes. I feel like because of the harsh Winter people are just going to be crazy as Spring continues to spread. Good crazy or bad crazy? I'm not sure, only Spring can tell!
Saturday I took a long run/walk around the Capitol and then through Eastern Market for some lunch and flowers.
Sunday I went with the roommate to church for Easter and then out on a few errands.The church service ended with the Hallelujah chorus from Handel's Messiah. I think every day should start with the Hallelujah chorus and warm weather.