Monday Finds


Here’s some stuff I’ve found around the interwebs:

Ever want to know how to cite a tweet for a paper? Yeah, that’s where we are now in life.

I finally saw “The Iron Lady” over the weekend, and is it bad that I was more excited to see this movie, and this movie than Meryl’s flick? I left the theater not impressed with the movie, but impressed with Ms. Streep.

I saw this on dooce.com and on Tumblr, and now this makes me want to learn how to do it in Photoshop. If Jack Nicholson doesn’t make you want to jump out of your skin, or evoke nightmares, just go away.

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Scott Avett of The Avett Brothers

Swoon.

I would like one of these please. Preferably, Harry Potter, Amelie, Wizard of Oz, or Benjamin Button.

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Stop the Uggs

Please. For the children.

This video has yet to get old. I hope they go on tour again, and that they come somewhere in my vicinity.

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Jared Leto in My So Called Life

Yes. And this. Never gets old…except that he is 40 now, and looks 25.

I’m on Spring Break, so now I can get back to blogging, reading non school related books, and catching up on TV/movies.

–I finished “Commencement” by J. Courtney Sullivan. I loved it, and read the review here.

–Next up, finishing “Paris was Ours” and “Inspirations: Selections from Classic Literature

Words to end my findings:

A Ritual to Read to Each Other” by William Stafford

If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
though we could fool each other, we should consider–
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give–yes or no, or maybe–
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

Sunday funday


Here begins another week. I’m starting my third week of classes and it feels less nuttier than the first. Maybe I am getting use to Burlington, the citizens, and the routine of Champlain? Hm. I had my fourth acupuncture “nap” Saturday morning, and I think she is going to make a new plan for me. The winter is affecting me pretty harshly–very tired, thirsty, and not sleeping so great.  It also didn’t help that I went out for beers with classmates the night before…oops. My four classes have upped the reading this go around. I had to buy about 8 paperbacks for one class last fall, and only read two. Pretty pissed. So, now I am getting my readin’ on.

I’m learning how to eat humble pie with my art class. Lots of talented 19/20/21 years olds in this elective class, and somehow I am surviving with my crappy drawing. I hope to look back in April and laugh with pride. We’ll see.

Here are some things I am looking at on the web lately:

Last week, I painfully read the post thatHeather and Jon are taking a break. Possibly a Ross and Rachel type break. I really hope for time to heal their wounds because they are a great family and original, hilarious people. I’ve been reading Dooce for a few years now, and I feel like they are a second family. Funny how you can become so close to people who you only know through photographs and blog posts.

The Avett Brothers, “Backwards in Time.”

 

I’m a little late in the Goyte boat, but, damn, this song. THIS SONG. “Somebody that I Use to Know.”

 

All this dog wants is a treat. You, human, are a jerk.

My rockin’ classmates, Rachel, Greg, and Cora showed my class this video during our Tuesday night class. If this doesn’t create a lump in throat, or makes you stand on your desk and shake your fist with inspiration, then you just suck. Charlie, you are the man.

Have you seen this commercial yet?

Want a book recommendation? The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern. Read it. Love it. Devour it.

Mavis Staples is Memphis, and I smiled with childish glee when I watched this impromptu sing a round(I made that word up).

 

 

Friday Finds


Busy week I’ve had. I think I spent more time at the Emergent Media Center than I did at home.  Cried in class because I can’t figure out Flash. I think I’m getting sick. Snow is coming. It takes me about 8 minutes just to get my coat, scarf, hat, and any other layers that I have off when I’m out. I dislike having the feeling that when I have time to spare that I am forgetting to read, blog, write, create, attend a meeting, or do something related to school. I’ve reached that overwhelmed point. But, at least I’m not the only one who feels this way, in some fashion, in my group.

On to the finds:

The Memphis Blog posted this video of the Memphis trolleys.

Florence and the Machine + an upset baby–YouTube glory

I’ve started praying the 15 prayers of St. Bridget…something new to add to my spiritual health.

I have to make a short Flash animation similar to a Rube Goldberg creation. If you’ve seen this video, you’ll know what I mean. Or the Goonies. or Honey, I Shrunk the Kids(can’t find the breakfast gadget scene)

Happy Halloween everyone.

Class of 2001: Highschool reunion musings


My 10 year highschool reunion is tonight and tomorrow-I went to an all girl’s highschool in Memphis, and we are co-celebrating with our “brother” all boy’s school from down the street. Tonight is an event at my classmate’s house for the girls and some of our teachers, and tomorrow is the bar get together in downtown Memphis.

I’m mixed feelings-I think I’m 60/40 sad about not being there. On the 60% side: It would be great to see some of the girls I haven’t seen in years, or more than a year even. Since the dawn of Facebook, I’ve pretty much kept up with everyone with an account, either personally or ambiently. I graduated with 67 girls, and have been able to find those who left over the four years as well. I have two highschool friends I keep up with on a regular basis, and others every now and then. Yes, social media has helped. It’s made face to face meetings a little awkward, too, sometimes. How do you wrap up ten years of your life in a five-ten minute conversation, and then quickly go on with your day or night? I also worked with a few classmates in my previous job(which was the highschool), so I was always around to hear alumnae news.

The 40% part–I work myself up for something to be great in my head(Romy and Michelle anyone?), and then it just deflates very, very quickly. Very anticlimactic to the point that I don’t want it anymore. But, I do want it…but, then I glance over to my overflowing bookbag of homework, assignments, meetings to book, and laundry to do over in the corner of my room…

Majority of my classmates are married, with children, or married with children. I’m not. I feel that I am much different than I was ten years ago. Will I look back in 10 years and wish I had been there? I have no idea. I know it’s one of those life passages-a reunion-and it’s supposed to be a special, sacred thing. Most blow it off.

I still can’t believe it’s been ten years. The school has changed, but the upstairs hallway that houses a lot of the classrooms really hasn’t. Smells are still the same. A few of the same teacher faces.

Just older. Like us. We are approaching a new decade in a year in age(our 30s…shit).

How did that happen so quickly? I didn’t realize it that time was going to so fast in college, and now here I am, staring at 29 in a few weeks, and I’m in a new city, a new life.

Congrats on ten years, class of 01. Hope yall have a memorable time.

Friday/Saturday Finds


Yesterday was busy, so I am late getting to my weekly finds. I ended up going with Danielle and Jessica from my MFA program and Jessica’s roommate Ginger to the bustling metropolis(notttttt…) of Plattsburgh, New York. Why may  you ask?

Target.

There isn’t one in the ENTIRE state of Vermont. Yep. So, Plattsburgh has one attached to the local mall. I haven’t been to Plattsburgh in six years since I worked at Camp Chateaugay, and surprisingly, things(except gaining a Target, and a Best Buy), haven’t change much.

So, off we went to the Grand Isle Ferry(north of Burlington), and spent a nice afternoon roaming Tarjay and the mall.

Two of my purchases…

Ginger introduced us to a Black Eyed Peas song that I hadn’t heard before that I can’t stop playing on repeat:

 

 

Always fall in with what you’re asked to accept. Take what is given, and make it over your way. My aim in life has always been to hold my own with whatever’s going. Not against: with.
Robert Frost