Showing posts with label ridiculous. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ridiculous. Show all posts
November 18, 2011
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November 14, 2010
the most lopsided haircut ever!
Pictures! Huzzah!
These are the two pictures I took while camping before my camera battery died:
Get an idea of how cold it was? COLD! The temperature the first night was only 5 or 6 degrees warmer than it is now (33 now, 38 the first night. 48 most of Saturday). That's my extended family: Andrew, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law, Andrew's two cousins (5 and 3) and his uncle. Andrew and I are planning a trip to the North Shore with some friends in February but this time we're going to go the cabin route. Maybe my battery won't die that weekend and I can actually show you something!
This week's recipes:
Autumn mac and cheese! It had butternut squash and apples roasted in it. My oven did something weird for the second half of the recipe; it was like it stopped heating. At least everything in the dish was pre-cooked. It just needed to congeal together for autumny goodness. See how there's still unmelted cheese on top?
I'm going to try it again at some point. I told Andrew today that I want to eat as much squash as possible before it goes out of season!
I made some venison and black bean chili with venison from my grandparents. It was just ok - maybe since I made some chili verde a few weeks that was utterly fantastic, every chili in comparison is a little lacking. This picture isn't particularly appetizing, but it was a good solid chili. I forgot to take a picture of it before eating!
I got a haircut last Friday that was a disaster! I had to go back and have the dude even it out for me since there was such a large chunk out of the right side. It was noticeably uneven. The end result ended up being shorter than I would have liked, but the good thing about short is that it'll aways grow out. It's much shorter on the sides than I've had it before, making it less of a bob. It's still pretty cute though. In this picture it's a little wet and unstyled after my post-workout shower.
All right, time to go and do some laundry. I just handwashed all my workout clothes and then realized I should have just thrown it in with all the rest of the laundry - oh well!
Before I go: Extra bonus points to the first person who can name the building in the painting on the right in my haircut picture!
These are the two pictures I took while camping before my camera battery died:
Get an idea of how cold it was? COLD! The temperature the first night was only 5 or 6 degrees warmer than it is now (33 now, 38 the first night. 48 most of Saturday). That's my extended family: Andrew, my mother-in-law, my brother-in-law, Andrew's two cousins (5 and 3) and his uncle. Andrew and I are planning a trip to the North Shore with some friends in February but this time we're going to go the cabin route. Maybe my battery won't die that weekend and I can actually show you something!
This week's recipes:
Autumn mac and cheese! It had butternut squash and apples roasted in it. My oven did something weird for the second half of the recipe; it was like it stopped heating. At least everything in the dish was pre-cooked. It just needed to congeal together for autumny goodness. See how there's still unmelted cheese on top?
I'm going to try it again at some point. I told Andrew today that I want to eat as much squash as possible before it goes out of season!
I made some venison and black bean chili with venison from my grandparents. It was just ok - maybe since I made some chili verde a few weeks that was utterly fantastic, every chili in comparison is a little lacking. This picture isn't particularly appetizing, but it was a good solid chili. I forgot to take a picture of it before eating!
I got a haircut last Friday that was a disaster! I had to go back and have the dude even it out for me since there was such a large chunk out of the right side. It was noticeably uneven. The end result ended up being shorter than I would have liked, but the good thing about short is that it'll aways grow out. It's much shorter on the sides than I've had it before, making it less of a bob. It's still pretty cute though. In this picture it's a little wet and unstyled after my post-workout shower.
All right, time to go and do some laundry. I just handwashed all my workout clothes and then realized I should have just thrown it in with all the rest of the laundry - oh well!
Before I go: Extra bonus points to the first person who can name the building in the painting on the right in my haircut picture!
September 26, 2010
nerdiness exposed
So I've been thinking about this for awhile now...
but tonight I finally ordered Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything. Soooo excited. SO excited.
While downtown perusing today, I went into a bookstore and flipped through it for the first time. It's literally a thousand pages and I am going to gush over every one of them. Not only does the book have the basic way to cook a dish, it also suggests variations you can add. It does more than just give you the recipe - in a way, it teaches you how to cook in a manner where you can improvise and add your own ideas. I
How to Cook Everything was on our wedding registry but not purchased so I used one of our gift cards to order it online. I'm so psyched to start cooking from it. I made Andrew's birthday dinner of Chicken Parmesan from one of Bittman's recipes. All right, time to stop geeking out now.
Now a 60 book update... I made it past 60 books already! Goal completed! Since there's still a few months left in 2010, I'm altering my goal to 80 books. Right now I've read 64 so it's very do-able.
Here's the last few I finished. Bold are ones I particularly enjoyed:
51. Black is the New White, Paul Mooney
52. Where Men Win Glory, Jon Krakauer
53. So Sexy, So Soon, Diane Levin and Jean Kilbourne
54. Sherlock Holmes and the Rune Stone Mystery, Millett
55. Picking Cotton, Jennifer Thompson-Cannino, Ronald Cotton
56. What Einstein Told His Cook, Robert Wolke
57. Orange is the New Black, Piper Kerman
58. Denial, Jessica Stern
59. What Einstein Told His Cook 2, Robert Wolke
60. The Commitment, Dan Savage
61. The Lacuna, Barbara Kingsolver
62. Remarkable Creatures, Tracy Chevalier
63. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson
64. Opening Skinner’s Box, Lauren Slater
Right now I'm on Paul Tough's Whatever It Takes about Geoffrey Canada and the Harlem Children's Zone, with Mary Karr's Lit and a book titled Lincoln's Melancholy checked out. Not to mention I still have 27 books on my library request list. Who else is psyched about Mark Twain's autobiography finally being released after 100 years? Or The Ghost Map on the discovery of the spread of cholera and germ theory? Or Meghan McCain's and Tim Gunn's new books?
God, I'm a nerd.
But I am serious about Mark Twain's autobiography. I bet it's going to be awesome.
but tonight I finally ordered Mark Bittman's How to Cook Everything. Soooo excited. SO excited.
While downtown perusing today, I went into a bookstore and flipped through it for the first time. It's literally a thousand pages and I am going to gush over every one of them. Not only does the book have the basic way to cook a dish, it also suggests variations you can add. It does more than just give you the recipe - in a way, it teaches you how to cook in a manner where you can improvise and add your own ideas. I
How to Cook Everything was on our wedding registry but not purchased so I used one of our gift cards to order it online. I'm so psyched to start cooking from it. I made Andrew's birthday dinner of Chicken Parmesan from one of Bittman's recipes. All right, time to stop geeking out now.
Now a 60 book update... I made it past 60 books already! Goal completed! Since there's still a few months left in 2010, I'm altering my goal to 80 books. Right now I've read 64 so it's very do-able.
Here's the last few I finished. Bold are ones I particularly enjoyed:
51. Black is the New White, Paul Mooney
52. Where Men Win Glory, Jon Krakauer
53. So Sexy, So Soon, Diane Levin and Jean Kilbourne
54. Sherlock Holmes and the Rune Stone Mystery, Millett
55. Picking Cotton, Jennifer Thompson-Cannino, Ronald Cotton
56. What Einstein Told His Cook, Robert Wolke
57. Orange is the New Black, Piper Kerman
58. Denial, Jessica Stern
59. What Einstein Told His Cook 2, Robert Wolke
60. The Commitment, Dan Savage
61. The Lacuna, Barbara Kingsolver
62. Remarkable Creatures, Tracy Chevalier
63. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Stieg Larsson
64. Opening Skinner’s Box, Lauren Slater
Right now I'm on Paul Tough's Whatever It Takes about Geoffrey Canada and the Harlem Children's Zone, with Mary Karr's Lit and a book titled Lincoln's Melancholy checked out. Not to mention I still have 27 books on my library request list. Who else is psyched about Mark Twain's autobiography finally being released after 100 years? Or The Ghost Map on the discovery of the spread of cholera and germ theory? Or Meghan McCain's and Tim Gunn's new books?
God, I'm a nerd.
But I am serious about Mark Twain's autobiography. I bet it's going to be awesome.
February 3, 2010
good night, hot dog
Things I really love about my kids:
When they're mad, the way they'll say "I don't like that!" to the kid who hurt their feelings, regardless of if they're paying attention
At nap time, I'll make them into hot dogs. Aka, have them lie on half the blanket and use the other half to fold them up (like a hot dog bun). Then I ask what they want on it and they'll say "mustard!" or "ketchup!" or something else. Some of the kids with big imaginations have been asking to be made into cars, police cars, castles, and popcorn. After I've covered them up, I'll say, "Good night, hot dog." It's suuuuper cute.
Sooooo many of the 3 year olds can identify letters - not just first letter of their name, but of their friend's names and my name and in general. It's really, really cool.
When a kid really enjoys a game, I try to make it a little bit harder each time. For some reason, they really like when I hide letters under little paper cups and they have to find them. You know, like in gambling or board walk games? With one boy, it moved from me writing the letters on a white board and him matching them, me saying the letters and him finding them, to him writing the letters and me finding them. I was very impressed and excited about his rapid movement in making the game more difficult for him.
One of the rooms I work in just got a new girl. I've only played literacy games with her a little bit, but I think she's ahead of the game in terms of letter knowledge. Very exciting!
The Boy Who Chooses Not To Talk said something yesterday! Not just said something, but responded to a question. His little brother came into the room for awhile and at one point was toddling off away from the adults. I wanted to call him back over so I asked The Boy what his brother's name was. Surprisingly, he answered. One of the teachers was talking about feelings and he nodded yes when asked if he was a little scared about talking again. I'm wondering if it might be useful to make something (jar, box, etc) that he can talk into to practice. I'll probably ask my co-worker (who has more experience in early childhood education) if she thinks it's a good idea or not. I just like the idea of practicing when no one can hear.
Things I don't like about my kids:
One of them gave me a cold. Jerk.
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In other news, I was passed over by Teaching Program and am now looking into other ways to get my teaching license. My undergrad has a MA in Teaching program that might work, especially since I have all the content credits in English done already. I'm disappointed that I won't be in my own classroom in the fall, but we'll get there somehow. After sitting in on Sarah's classes last Friday, I'm fairly certain I want to teach high school. I suppose none of them will need to be tucked in and called hot dogs, though.
When they're mad, the way they'll say "I don't like that!" to the kid who hurt their feelings, regardless of if they're paying attention
At nap time, I'll make them into hot dogs. Aka, have them lie on half the blanket and use the other half to fold them up (like a hot dog bun). Then I ask what they want on it and they'll say "mustard!" or "ketchup!" or something else. Some of the kids with big imaginations have been asking to be made into cars, police cars, castles, and popcorn. After I've covered them up, I'll say, "Good night, hot dog." It's suuuuper cute.
Sooooo many of the 3 year olds can identify letters - not just first letter of their name, but of their friend's names and my name and in general. It's really, really cool.
When a kid really enjoys a game, I try to make it a little bit harder each time. For some reason, they really like when I hide letters under little paper cups and they have to find them. You know, like in gambling or board walk games? With one boy, it moved from me writing the letters on a white board and him matching them, me saying the letters and him finding them, to him writing the letters and me finding them. I was very impressed and excited about his rapid movement in making the game more difficult for him.
One of the rooms I work in just got a new girl. I've only played literacy games with her a little bit, but I think she's ahead of the game in terms of letter knowledge. Very exciting!
The Boy Who Chooses Not To Talk said something yesterday! Not just said something, but responded to a question. His little brother came into the room for awhile and at one point was toddling off away from the adults. I wanted to call him back over so I asked The Boy what his brother's name was. Surprisingly, he answered. One of the teachers was talking about feelings and he nodded yes when asked if he was a little scared about talking again. I'm wondering if it might be useful to make something (jar, box, etc) that he can talk into to practice. I'll probably ask my co-worker (who has more experience in early childhood education) if she thinks it's a good idea or not. I just like the idea of practicing when no one can hear.
Things I don't like about my kids:
One of them gave me a cold. Jerk.
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In other news, I was passed over by Teaching Program and am now looking into other ways to get my teaching license. My undergrad has a MA in Teaching program that might work, especially since I have all the content credits in English done already. I'm disappointed that I won't be in my own classroom in the fall, but we'll get there somehow. After sitting in on Sarah's classes last Friday, I'm fairly certain I want to teach high school. I suppose none of them will need to be tucked in and called hot dogs, though.
September 23, 2009
bigger mustache
I'm scheming again.
I think I would like to have a secondary teaching license. The question now is how to go about obtaining one. Some potential options include Teach for America, St. Paul or Milwaukee Teaching Fellows, a MA in Education/licensing from Hamline or the U, pushing down a current teacher in a high school parking lot and stealing theirs, etc. The "earn while you teach" programs of TFA or SPTF/MTF are pretty competitive, but it'd get me in a classroom the quickest and on my way to having a full teaching license.
It wasn't too long ago that I was regularly sending out resumes so it seems a bit weird to be applying for programs just a month into my current one. I'm enjoying what I'm doing; it's just that PreK isn't my ideal age group. The kids are incredibly fun, but I would really love to work with high school or middle school age.
However, Bill Cosby was right - kids DO say the darndest things:
I think I would like to have a secondary teaching license. The question now is how to go about obtaining one. Some potential options include Teach for America, St. Paul or Milwaukee Teaching Fellows, a MA in Education/licensing from Hamline or the U, pushing down a current teacher in a high school parking lot and stealing theirs, etc. The "earn while you teach" programs of TFA or SPTF/MTF are pretty competitive, but it'd get me in a classroom the quickest and on my way to having a full teaching license.
It wasn't too long ago that I was regularly sending out resumes so it seems a bit weird to be applying for programs just a month into my current one. I'm enjoying what I'm doing; it's just that PreK isn't my ideal age group. The kids are incredibly fun, but I would really love to work with high school or middle school age.
However, Bill Cosby was right - kids DO say the darndest things:
- "My mom's boyfriend is Michael Jackson."
- "What do YOU know about Star Wars? I want to be Luke Skywalker!" "I want to be Darth Vaber!" "YOU'RE MY DAD! I'm going to chop your head off!"
- "You look like my dad except he has a bigger mustache."
July 17, 2009
dear city of lakes
Dear City of Minneapolis,
I know seal coating roads is an important step in keeping pavement in its best condition. However, did you have to cover the whole road in gravel as well?
Whenever a car drives by, it sounds like it's going down a highway. I can hear each passing car from the back of my apartment, the wheels pressing down on the gravel and making it sound like it's flying by at 65 miles an hour.
It's also really difficult to ride my bike on the gravel, which means I've been riding on the sidewalk and thus, breaking the law.
You made me do it.
Sincerely,
Lindsay
I know seal coating roads is an important step in keeping pavement in its best condition. However, did you have to cover the whole road in gravel as well?
Whenever a car drives by, it sounds like it's going down a highway. I can hear each passing car from the back of my apartment, the wheels pressing down on the gravel and making it sound like it's flying by at 65 miles an hour.
It's also really difficult to ride my bike on the gravel, which means I've been riding on the sidewalk and thus, breaking the law.
You made me do it.
Sincerely,
Lindsay
June 4, 2009
things you think to yourself after immersion in div school
The following thoughts occurred to me in situations completely unrelated to religion, Christianity, YDS or my life in Connecticut:
- Upon hearing that a friend's eyes were hurting, I thought, "Ah, let's get some spit, some mud and we'll fix you up in no time."
- I have a Chia person that recently started growing hair, but only around the outside rim of her head. My reaction? "It's a crown... a crown of thorny grass!"
April 28, 2009
slow loris
OH. MY. GOD.
So cute. This video caused all-house uproar yesterday when it was sent to someone during study time. It turned five adults into balls of "awwww! IT'S SO CUTE!" today.
I just finished my second paper, so I feel like I'm at the crest of my schoolwork, peaking over the edge, lingering at the top of the wave for a few split seconds before everything comes crashing down at once. Then I emerge in the surf, covered in globs of wet sand and stringy seaweed while the wave recedes.
I'm going to enjoy the lingering and head to bed before I get started on my next paper. One's due Saturday and one's due next Wednesday, 8-10 each.
Bacher out.
So cute. This video caused all-house uproar yesterday when it was sent to someone during study time. It turned five adults into balls of "awwww! IT'S SO CUTE!" today.
I just finished my second paper, so I feel like I'm at the crest of my schoolwork, peaking over the edge, lingering at the top of the wave for a few split seconds before everything comes crashing down at once. Then I emerge in the surf, covered in globs of wet sand and stringy seaweed while the wave recedes.
I'm going to enjoy the lingering and head to bed before I get started on my next paper. One's due Saturday and one's due next Wednesday, 8-10 each.
Bacher out.
March 23, 2009
March 23, 2009; 10:20-10:28 EST, my bedroom
Tonight after house dinner after we finished dancing and cleaning up, I asked if people wanted to see the dress I'm wearing in Nat's wedding.
I ran to my room to get it, and Liv, Jake, Amir, Will, Josh, Lisa and Becca funneled in and stood around my bedroom in a semi circle. I showed people, and we talked about my tights/leggings issues.
I eagerly showed off the rest of my break purchases (nice blue shirt and pinstripe pants).
At one point we all jumped up or danced a little.
I dug in my plastic drawer thing holding my personal stuff and one by one, pulled out beads. I threw them at Josh first (since he pretended to flash me), then randomly put them over people's heads around the semi-circle. Everyone got a beaded necklace, but we stopped at the rosary.
Then people left.
I love my roommates and friends.
I ran to my room to get it, and Liv, Jake, Amir, Will, Josh, Lisa and Becca funneled in and stood around my bedroom in a semi circle. I showed people, and we talked about my tights/leggings issues.
I eagerly showed off the rest of my break purchases (nice blue shirt and pinstripe pants).
At one point we all jumped up or danced a little.
I dug in my plastic drawer thing holding my personal stuff and one by one, pulled out beads. I threw them at Josh first (since he pretended to flash me), then randomly put them over people's heads around the semi-circle. Everyone got a beaded necklace, but we stopped at the rosary.
Then people left.
I love my roommates and friends.
March 14, 2009
more gchatting with jake
Another gem from the gchat archive:
my status (a quote from 30 Rock): fine john lithgow, i'll do the right thing!
jake's status: i, too, derive my ethical foundations from john lithgow
me: john lithgow makes me a better person
the end.
my status (a quote from 30 Rock): fine john lithgow, i'll do the right thing!
jake's status: i, too, derive my ethical foundations from john lithgow
me: john lithgow makes me a better person
Jacob: hmmm
this is profound.
me: yes.
not just want to be a better person, but actually one
Jacob: he ontologically changes me.
me: he makes my insides feel funny.
all tingly
the end.
March 4, 2009
"that's right, i'm an armadillo and i'm inside your bucket."
I'm sorry, but this has been cracking me up all day. Literally, all day.
"YOU ARE AN ARMADILLO IN A BUCKET. Did you think this type of thing would go unchallenged?"
Too good.
Also - haircut tomorrow. I'M SO EXCITED.
"YOU ARE AN ARMADILLO IN A BUCKET. Did you think this type of thing would go unchallenged?"
Too good.
Also - haircut tomorrow. I'M SO EXCITED.
March 3, 2009
Ridiculous
I would like to share with you this gchat conversation I had with Jake during class a few weeks ago:
me: dude, wombats are dumb
The end.
me: dude, wombats are dumb
Jacob: totally.
me: I KNOW
Jacob: KNOW!!me: for REALS
Jacob: REAL WORLD
me: ROAD RULES
Jacob: RULES OF WARme: WAR GAMES
Jacob: GAMEBOY
me: BOYFRIEND
Jacob: FRIENDSHIP
me: SHIPMATES
Jacob: MATES OF STATE
me: STATE STREET
Jacob: STREET FIGHTER
me: FIGHTER PILOT
Jacob: PILOT EPISODE
me: EPISODE 4: A NEW HOPE
Jacob: HOPE FLOATS
me: FLOAT ON
Jacob: ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS
me: SOLDIER OF FORTUNE
Jacob: FORTUNE FIVE HUNDRED
me: MILLION DOLLAR BABY
Jacob: BABYBABY
me: YOU PUT MY HEART IN MOTION
ok i'm having a really hard time keeping a straight face in front of peter hawkins
Jacob: STEPHEN HAWKIN(s)G
me: we're talking about the crucifixion and i'm close to breaking out laughing
Jacob: mmm..crucifixin's
me: FIXIN DINNER
Jacob: DINNER PARTY!
The end.
December 23, 2008
viva something, that's for sure
Last night I dreamed
of making love to Fidel Castro
In a king-sized bed
at the Waldorf Astoria.
Viva la revolucion! he roared
as he vanquished my dress.
Outside the window
Nikita Kruschev watched us
Plucking a chicken.
-Mad Men, season 1 episode 6
of making love to Fidel Castro
In a king-sized bed
at the Waldorf Astoria.
Viva la revolucion! he roared
as he vanquished my dress.
Outside the window
Nikita Kruschev watched us
Plucking a chicken.
-Mad Men, season 1 episode 6
December 7, 2008
funeral plans
These are my burial wishes:
I would like a viking funeral, in which my body gets set out on a boat and lit on fire, possibly with an arrow. Also, I would like an meaningful, acoustic version of "We Didn't Start the Fire" to play.
Maybe something like this:
Please plan accordingly.
I would like a viking funeral, in which my body gets set out on a boat and lit on fire, possibly with an arrow. Also, I would like an meaningful, acoustic version of "We Didn't Start the Fire" to play.
Maybe something like this:
Please plan accordingly.
December 6, 2008
Impossible yet logical
One of my favorite things to do is to take illogical or unrealistic premises to their logical conclusion.
For example, the defensibility of my house in a zombie invasion, what I would do with a unicorn as a pet and the usefulness of a house monkey.
Usually, this ends up with my mom saying, "Oh, Lindsay, you're so silly." It's true.
For example, the defensibility of my house in a zombie invasion, what I would do with a unicorn as a pet and the usefulness of a house monkey.
Usually, this ends up with my mom saying, "Oh, Lindsay, you're so silly." It's true.
November 13, 2008
I'm on my way out
I fear one day my work will kill me.
Not that the stress and high intensity will cause my heart or head to go or something like that, but that my giant stacks of books will finally tip over and bury me in a pile of theology and postmodern literature.
Not that the stress and high intensity will cause my heart or head to go or something like that, but that my giant stacks of books will finally tip over and bury me in a pile of theology and postmodern literature.
June 10, 2008
I don't think this is what they meant by "support"...
I'm at my summer job at a website company and I'm filling in random text for a vending machine company's website. For the support page, I wrote this: "We choose to affirm the personhood of all individuals as well as take care of their vending machines."
I thought it was funny.
I'm a nerd, a big liberal, inclusive nerd.
I'll write more later; I've been pretty busy lately so I promise to update soon.
I thought it was funny.
I'm a nerd, a big liberal, inclusive nerd.
I'll write more later; I've been pretty busy lately so I promise to update soon.
March 30, 2008
Unicorns!
While in Ireland, I had a dream that I was a unicorn!
No, not that unicorn. Just a regular unicorn (as if there is such a thing as a regular unicorn). I was a beautiful unicorn prancing around the countryside, trying to decide what to do. I was in love with Andrew, but he was a human. People didn't like that a unicorn and a human were in love, so they tried to kill us. We ran around the countryside (which was really just like a big yard on a hill) avoiding death traps and then we got pinned down by people shooting guns at us. Then I woke up.
The moral of the unicorn dream story is this: if you don't like Andrew and I being in love, I will unicorn-chop you! With my magical horn!
Ok, so the unicorn-chop part wasn't in my dream, but I feel that's what would have happened next if I had kept sleeping.
I e-mailed my film professor a paper topic idea at the beginning of this week. I wasn't sure if it was a topic he'd get behind, and it took him forever to email me back. So I spent the whole week semi-freaking out that I'd have to think of a new topic. I'm actually interested in the one I have now, so that's making the research a lot easier to do. I was worried I'd end up writing about something I had little to no interest in and that it'd show in my work.
Here's what I e-mailed my professor: " You mentioned widescreen as a participatory practice and some of Sobchack's
thoughts on repetition and the collapsing of temporality (lots of good stuff on
33-36). I'd like to tie these ideas to DeMille's '56 The Ten Commandments and
how the film invites participation through its content and the yearly Easter
showing. It's interesting because through the telling of Passover, it makes
present the past but also relates to seders and the repetition and
story-telling that occurs there. It allows for participation in the film (if
vicariously) along with the holiday - reminds me of the oldest church ever
found that has paintings on the baptistry wall of disciples going to Jesus'
tomb to find him resurrected, as if they are on their way to your baptism to
find you resurrected - another collapsing of past and present. However, it's
also complicated through the yearly television showing around Easter and how
DeMille constructs Moses as a Christ-figure - but at the same time, that
incites participation and ritual, clearly emphasizing the representation of the
event."
Anyway, that's my idea for my paper topic for my film class. I think it'll work out, and so does my professor. Which makes me glad.
In between the preliminary research for this paper and another paper on Scorsese's use of Sacred Heart imagery in The Last Temptation of Christ, I've been hitting the library like mad. I've requested lots of books from other libraries, scoured the divinity library (finding very useful books sitting next to the non-useful book I looked up) and I have a huge stack of books checked out. I barely have the shelf space for all of them. I've started piling books up in front of other books.
I bought some tikka sauce at the grocery store yesterday, and I'm testing it out today. I'm afraid I might have over-tikka'ed my meal tonight, but we'll see how it goes. I'm seasoning my chicken with the sauce and I mixed a small spoonful into the rice I made. I have a big thing of yogurt, so let's hope that balances it if it's too spicy - although for me, it's rare to find something too spicy. Unless Erich cooked it.
No, not that unicorn. Just a regular unicorn (as if there is such a thing as a regular unicorn). I was a beautiful unicorn prancing around the countryside, trying to decide what to do. I was in love with Andrew, but he was a human. People didn't like that a unicorn and a human were in love, so they tried to kill us. We ran around the countryside (which was really just like a big yard on a hill) avoiding death traps and then we got pinned down by people shooting guns at us. Then I woke up.
The moral of the unicorn dream story is this: if you don't like Andrew and I being in love, I will unicorn-chop you! With my magical horn!
Ok, so the unicorn-chop part wasn't in my dream, but I feel that's what would have happened next if I had kept sleeping.
I e-mailed my film professor a paper topic idea at the beginning of this week. I wasn't sure if it was a topic he'd get behind, and it took him forever to email me back. So I spent the whole week semi-freaking out that I'd have to think of a new topic. I'm actually interested in the one I have now, so that's making the research a lot easier to do. I was worried I'd end up writing about something I had little to no interest in and that it'd show in my work.
Here's what I e-mailed my professor: " You mentioned widescreen as a participatory practice and some of Sobchack's
thoughts on repetition and the collapsing of temporality (lots of good stuff on
33-36). I'd like to tie these ideas to DeMille's '56 The Ten Commandments and
how the film invites participation through its content and the yearly Easter
showing. It's interesting because through the telling of Passover, it makes
present the past but also relates to seders and the repetition and
story-telling that occurs there. It allows for participation in the film (if
vicariously) along with the holiday - reminds me of the oldest church ever
found that has paintings on the baptistry wall of disciples going to Jesus'
tomb to find him resurrected, as if they are on their way to your baptism to
find you resurrected - another collapsing of past and present. However, it's
also complicated through the yearly television showing around Easter and how
DeMille constructs Moses as a Christ-figure - but at the same time, that
incites participation and ritual, clearly emphasizing the representation of the
event."
Anyway, that's my idea for my paper topic for my film class. I think it'll work out, and so does my professor. Which makes me glad.
In between the preliminary research for this paper and another paper on Scorsese's use of Sacred Heart imagery in The Last Temptation of Christ, I've been hitting the library like mad. I've requested lots of books from other libraries, scoured the divinity library (finding very useful books sitting next to the non-useful book I looked up) and I have a huge stack of books checked out. I barely have the shelf space for all of them. I've started piling books up in front of other books.
I bought some tikka sauce at the grocery store yesterday, and I'm testing it out today. I'm afraid I might have over-tikka'ed my meal tonight, but we'll see how it goes. I'm seasoning my chicken with the sauce and I mixed a small spoonful into the rice I made. I have a big thing of yogurt, so let's hope that balances it if it's too spicy - although for me, it's rare to find something too spicy. Unless Erich cooked it.
December 5, 2007
Living Awkwardly, issue 2
Poor Eyesight
If you have poor eyesight, as I increasingly do, you realize that sometimes you just look ridiculous. For example, when approaching someone that you think you might recognize, you have to get close enough to them to see the specificities of their face. In the process of approaching them, you have to look them in the face to try and distinguish features. From the outside, it looks like you are blatantly staring a stranger in the face. This is 100% true, because you are blatantly staring someone in the face. They may think you know them somehow, or that you want to say hi. Once you realize you have no idea who this person is, my suggested strategy is to avoid eye contact, but if you do make eye contact, smile a little bit (no teeth). Do not say anything unless they say something first. Then hurry away as fast as possible.
Obscene Library Books
Due to my wide variety of interests (often obscure and completely random, sometimes offensive), I read a lot of books with strange titles. Recent titles of books I've read include Pornified, Sex with Kings, Cunt, Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, Female Chauvinist Pig, The Undertaking, The American Way of Death, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Cadavers, and Virginity or Death (all recommended, by the way). In researching my honors project, I checked out a lot of books that included any mix of the words "Mel Gibson," "Passion," "Christ," "Violence," "Martyrdom," "Masculinity," "Blood Sacrifice," ect. I've learned that at some point, either in a checkout line or at the circulation desk, another individual is going to be look at the books you check out and judge you from their titles. The easiest way to avoid this problem is to buy your books online. You will never get the "WTF?" look from home delivery. The person packaging your order may make the look, but if you can't see it, it doesn't exist. If you're not made of money, you'll have to endure the silent judgment at some point. If you know someone who works at the library, try to go when they're working so they know of your odd quirks. Otherwise, keep your eyes down and make the whole ordeal as fast as possible. Minimize whatever conversation is necessary. Sandwich the questionable book between two safe buys, like travel guides to non-exotic locals like Cleveland and computer manuals. Plus, if you're really uncomfortable about whatever it is you're buying, just pass it off as a gift. This tactic doesn't really work at the library, though.
Or, you could always woman up and take pride in what you read.
Frequent Mailbox Checking
If you feel the need to obsessively check your mail box, do so when no one is around. If someone is around, make sure to not check your mail box the next time they're there. If they only see you do it once, then it may just be the only time you've checked your mailbox today. The key is audience.
Be awkward like fauckward!*
*There is no perfect rhyme for awkward, but I think it fits nicely this way.
If you have poor eyesight, as I increasingly do, you realize that sometimes you just look ridiculous. For example, when approaching someone that you think you might recognize, you have to get close enough to them to see the specificities of their face. In the process of approaching them, you have to look them in the face to try and distinguish features. From the outside, it looks like you are blatantly staring a stranger in the face. This is 100% true, because you are blatantly staring someone in the face. They may think you know them somehow, or that you want to say hi. Once you realize you have no idea who this person is, my suggested strategy is to avoid eye contact, but if you do make eye contact, smile a little bit (no teeth). Do not say anything unless they say something first. Then hurry away as fast as possible.
Obscene Library Books
Due to my wide variety of interests (often obscure and completely random, sometimes offensive), I read a lot of books with strange titles. Recent titles of books I've read include Pornified, Sex with Kings, Cunt, Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs, Female Chauvinist Pig, The Undertaking, The American Way of Death, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Cadavers, and Virginity or Death (all recommended, by the way). In researching my honors project, I checked out a lot of books that included any mix of the words "Mel Gibson," "Passion," "Christ," "Violence," "Martyrdom," "Masculinity," "Blood Sacrifice," ect. I've learned that at some point, either in a checkout line or at the circulation desk, another individual is going to be look at the books you check out and judge you from their titles. The easiest way to avoid this problem is to buy your books online. You will never get the "WTF?" look from home delivery. The person packaging your order may make the look, but if you can't see it, it doesn't exist. If you're not made of money, you'll have to endure the silent judgment at some point. If you know someone who works at the library, try to go when they're working so they know of your odd quirks. Otherwise, keep your eyes down and make the whole ordeal as fast as possible. Minimize whatever conversation is necessary. Sandwich the questionable book between two safe buys, like travel guides to non-exotic locals like Cleveland and computer manuals. Plus, if you're really uncomfortable about whatever it is you're buying, just pass it off as a gift. This tactic doesn't really work at the library, though.
Or, you could always woman up and take pride in what you read.
Frequent Mailbox Checking
If you feel the need to obsessively check your mail box, do so when no one is around. If someone is around, make sure to not check your mail box the next time they're there. If they only see you do it once, then it may just be the only time you've checked your mailbox today. The key is audience.
Be awkward like fauckward!*
*There is no perfect rhyme for awkward, but I think it fits nicely this way.
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