I have now slept for 10 months on that gem -- sweet dreams and beautiful nightmares included.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I have now slept for 10 months on that gem -- sweet dreams and beautiful nightmares included.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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Sunday, November 22, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Yes, yes, yes. I was in the New Moon midnight premiere, the 2nd screen installment of author Stephenie Meyer's Twilight series. Oh the hilarity.
First of all, Abianne, Shannon (my fellow Twilight die-hards,) and I were pretty surprised at who showed up for movie. It wasn't your average tween crowd in the least. Instead, the theaters (all 8 that were open to show the film last night) were jammed with girls, and an occasional guy, all about my age(going on 24) and older, who seemed rational and functioning enough to at least question why they were sacrificing sleep and the delights of having a well-rested Friday in order to see Edward Cullen's all too red lips light up the screen. I shouldn't have really been surprised by the make-up of the audience -- just yesterday, I read an article in the Washington Post describing the Twilight phenomenon particularly among women, not only teens, who have become completely engrossed with the series. One woman bought three dogs and named them after the Quileute wolf pack after the books apparently changed her life by unlocking a sea of sub-surface emotions. Hmmmm okay.
Secondly, and I always thought it would be a fun job to choose the previews that are shown before the main event, the previews were perfectly tailored to this audience of early 30 year-old lovesick women. There was first a preview for Daybreakers, some crazy, futuristic flick about vampires who rule the world and are running low on human blood. Hmmmm okay -- quite appealing to the few who are actually seeing New Moon because the blood-sucking side of Edward appeals to them more so than the "I'm in love with Bella and want her so badly but am torn to pieces because I also want to kill her" side of him. Next, there was an uber romantic film about a Romeo and Juliet love story set in Italy amidst two generations of destined lovers. Oooo la la. Then, there was Me and Orson Welles. Who cares that the majority of the audience has no clue who Orson Welles is. Zac Efron's in it; enough said.
And finally, Robert Pattinson's new movie, Remember Me. Wow -- you should have heard the murmurs and shrieks when his face lit up the screen. Time to see if RPatz can actually act. From the likes of the preview, he can.
And then the lights dimmed. This was why we were not all in bed at 12:05am on a Thursday night. New Moon begins.
In general, I thought the movie was way more hilarious than the producers intended. The music, albeit pretty cool, also created a pretty trippy feel throughout the film. Although yes, I was sipping a bit of red wine, the music was putting me to sleep more so than awakening my senses to Bella's pain of loss and then thrill of reckless adventure, Jacob's sweet yearning for her, and Edward's -- ummm Edward's ummmm -- Ok, truthfully Edward brought very little to the movie. Yea, yea I know, he was hardly in it, but even Edward and Bella's kissing looked forced and awkward. I shouldn't be too harsh. Edward is supposed to be a torn and broken character. Robert Pattinson plays that side of his character well, but there needed to be more passion. For crying out loud, Edward was trying to kill himself over the loss of Bella right before she saves his life. The gravity of their reunion wasn't captured at all. And the whole Volturi sequence was way more frightening in the book.
Here's the dynamic duo themselves:
Kristen Stewart's Bella was so mechanical and seriously annoying at times. I'm not hating on Kristen; she plays Bella really well, but the character Bella herself is just a mess. She can hardly string three words together without stalling or mumbling. The only time she really got it right was when she was mad; such as the rain scene with Jake when she yells at him for not being the friend he once was to her.
Taylor Lautner plays a mighty fine Jacob Black. I for one am definitely on his team. I don't think he can actually act at all, but no one's holding that against him. Excuse me, but what happened to the big kiss with Bella?? Major letdown.
Big highlight -- when we see Alice's vision of a vampire Bella frolicking in the forest with Edward --- HILARIOUS! Such a cheese-fest, but you know you love it. My whole theater was clearly already salivating for Breaking Dawn to hit the big screen.
Another highly entertaining part -- when Bellas crashes on her motorcycle and Jake takes off his shirt without a moments notice to wipe the blood away. Baaaaaahaha. You know you love it, times deux.
Seeing Edward recite lines from Romeo and Juliet wasn't half bad either -- are Edward and Bella the R & J of today? Star-crossed lovers with an ill fated destiny??? Ahhhhhhhhhh. No, because we all know the story, and can't wait for the next movie.
Until Eclipse on June 30th, au revoir...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Language. I love it. I can only speak two of them, English and Spanish, but even those I can't speak that well. And they've combined LOVE and LANGUAGE in the same ad -- be still my heart. Thanks to my French-loving friend Virginia, (who is getting married in almost exactly one month!!) I know the meaning of some French phrases. For example,“L’amour c’est être stupide ensemble” -- This means "Love is being stupid together."
I remember coming back to the States after seven months in Argentina in 2007. My dad picked me up at the airport in Dallas and we went to our favorite late night, or in this case, early morning joint. You know it -- Cafe Brazil! Will wonders never cease. Many a late night coffee has been had there (ya, Amanda.) Well, cafe Brazil is not actually run by Brazilians, but by Latinos. Mind you, after seven months in the glory of Buenos Aires, I came back to the States relatively fluent. It was maybe the happiest I've ever been in my life -- soley because of that fact. I was thinking in Spanish!
To be able to communicate is a real and amazing thing. To be able to communicate in another language is incredibly freeing and opens the door to a whole new world.
While sitting at the table with my dad, I actually had to force myself to speak English with the waiter instead of Spanish. I know that sounds strange -- he is Spanish, so why not speak to him in his native tongue? But it's like it would have been rude to do that back in Texas. I can't quite explain it, but it's like you don't want him to think you are trying to be too personal with him, or act like you can identify with him more than the other guy over at table 2 because you can speak his language.
But why the heck not? Why not identify with him? I mean, I said I came back relatively fluent, not totally fluent; I probably would have said something not quite right anyway. He probably would have laughed at me and gone to tell his other waiter friends that some chica over there has a terrible accent. (Little would he know, however, that the Argentinian Spanish accent is the most beautiful in the world.) But the point is, why do we fear to identify with someone from a different culture? Language is a gift of connection with others. If you can speak, you can connect. If you can connect, you can love. If you can love, you have the world. So don't be afraid to open your mouth.
Here's an example -- In New York a few weeks ago, I ran into a French couple on the street. They asked me, in French, if I had just run the marathon. (They saw my spandex and probably how sweaty I was from trying to run after Amanda, my friend who really did run the marathon -- and at lightning speed.) I laughed, was flattered, said no, and then asked them if they were from France. Oui! I then decided to lay on them my one French line that I repeat all the time. It's from Kate Chopin's The Awakening, and of course it has to do with love. And of course I said it not exactly in the right way, and of course I got very puzzled looks. So I smiled, they smiled, we all were happy, I was about to ask them if they owned a French chateau that they wouldn't mind my crashing at come early April, thought twice about it, and bid them a fond farewell. It was a jolly exchange. We connected in some way. Me, the crazy American girl; them, the chic older French couple. I'm glad I tried to talk to them. They probably forgot me quite quickly, but I will always remember them. And wish that I spoke French.
Language, words, people. Life.
Friday, November 6, 2009
This is a painting by Marcia Baldwin, an artist from Louisiana. Love the bright colors. I think I'm going to go under my bed next week and actually open my box of paints that I keep there. Might be hilarious what I create.....we'll see what happens.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Garance Dore (she is French.... oui oui) has a blog that mainly follows fashion, but she also will sometimes post pictures from the streets around the shows she attends during fashion weeks. She took a picture of this guy (he happens to be French too.....oooo la la) sitting in the sunlight reading a book. She liked his shirt, and lo and behold, he showed her that his wife had embroidered a heart inside the pocket! He carries her heart near his heart.
If I had to paint a picture, or take a picture, to go along with one of my favorite poems by EE Cummings, it would be this heart sewn into his shirt. Read:
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
....and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
"whatever a sun will always sing is you..."
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
New York -- as I write this I have Jay-Z's "Empire State of Mind" stuck in my head. Not only because it was played at Joshua Tree where my friends and I managed to secure a corner near the bar and dance for about three hours straight, but also because the lyrics fit my love of this city. "These streets will make you feel brand new, Big lights will inspire you..." Something about New York does inspire me.....to do what, you ask? I don't know yet. Maybe even just to walk everywhere and observe the condensed humanity. I lived on the Upper West Side for 6 months in kindergarten, so maybe NYC really is a part of me. The smell of bagels from H&H, mixed with the tantalizingly amazing smell of the roasted nuts on every other corner; the freaky but cool old subway stations that sort of make you feel like your in Gotham; the lady who literally shhhhed us on the subway for being too loud as we talked to each other; the fact that Avery ran into Ed Westwick aka Chuck Bass in a costume shop; the way you really will see your life flash before your eyes on most taxi rides; 5th Avenue where the rich walk on the street with the poor; the endless buzz of people talking to each other in every language; the eerie quietness on Broadway on Sunday morning without a car in sight at the marathon finish area. Oh New York, I love you.
On Sunday afternoon, I was on the subway heading to Penn Station to catch the train back home. Because of my parking spot at work in DC, I am rarely on any form of public transportation -- but I think the NY subway is way more fascinating than the DC metro. You never quite know what kind of people you will see on your ride in New York. DC and the surrounding areas are pretty sectional in regards to what kind of person you are and where you live, so granted, the people that I standardly see on the orange line from Arlington into the Capitol aren't exactly the hard-knocks. But in New York, it's everyone. All together. Kids from Columbia University going on a date downtown, Asian gangsters in trench coats (I don't know if they were really gangsters but that is the best way I can describe them,) and the Hispanic family making sure the matriarchal grandmother got a seat to rest her weary legs.
I stare a lot at people (pardon my rudeness,) and on this particular ride, I was fascinated by an African American couple standing near the door. The woman was gorgeous. Not at all in a put-together way, but more in a funky, independent, earthy but hip, tribal African way. Her short hair was predominantly dark and twisted in cool, braided spirals that rose off her head in several directions, and the ends of each spiral were dyed a light brown. Really almost reddish blond. Her amazingly smooth skin was not deep black but more like a chocolaty brown. What really made her fascinating were the sparkles that she had in her hair and on her skin. Body glitter. Gold, shiny, glowing almost. Shimmering with every angle of her head and body each time she moved. She was beautiful.
The man with her (husband, boyfriend, brother?) was handsome but not nearly like she was, carried a walking stick, and had a thick but groomed beard. Here's the clincher: he had sparkles all over his face too. Not as much as the woman, but his beard sparkled as he turned to face her, or to look down the subway car, or even just as he stood there. Obviously he hadn't put the sparkles on himself. They had come from her. From being with her and around her and close to her.
The whole time they were standing in the subway, she was beaming at him. I mean beaming. Like he had not only just hung the moon but also bought her a diamond necklace and thrown some red roses into the mix.
I was struck by this picture. I'm really not hyper-spiritual, but I couldn't keep from thinking that this is how God loves his people. How God loves me. He gives me his goodness, truth, beauty, and grace. He shares his sparkles with me. He makes me shine. Just like how that woman made her man shine because he was close enough to get some of her sparkles on himself. Because I am a sinner and screw up everything all the time (literally,) I might not be as bright as God is, but the more I spend time with Him, the brighter I'll get. Maybe one day I'll glow. And in the same way the woman was literally beaming at the man, God beams at me. He is proud of me, loves me, yearns for more of me, desires to be with me. And because of Jesus, he overlooks my bad parts and my sin and my failings. He sees me as shining just as much as he does. What love.
Life lessons from the subway in New York City. Who knew?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Guess who are the kids of the mom taking this picture vs. who are the friends who have to smile because they just got a free dinner?
Gotta love Jackson Hole.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
University of Texas football
SEC football (mmm rivalry here....)
Sundays with family!!!
Laughing with friends.
Chanel Mademoiselle Perfume....There is something about this scent that makes me feel warm, confident, beautiful, sexy and empowered.
Friends Thanksgiving dinner....love it.
Voluspa candles....they remind me of love. They are powerful, consistent, peaceful, glowing, romantic, all-encompassing, and simply wonderful.
The deeper relationships I've formed with people over the past week.
Having a little girl at my school look up to me and want to be like me.
Putting on cowboy boots for the first time in the fall. Its been so long since you've worn them... And it means football games, fires, leaves changing, tailgating and mimosas, and sometimes drinking too many mimosas and skipping the game to stay at the tailgate and flirt with ______.
Dinner at Molly's.
Getting a compliment from my boss.
Going on a tour of the Capitol.
Reading in bed.
Snuggling with Piper.
Laughing with friends.
Huge breakfasts....I'm talking blueberry waffles, cheesy eggs, grits, homemade sausage patties....
Sitting on the dock of the lake.
Being with ______ (insert boy's name here.)
Running outside with a beautiful view.
Christmas! and my dad still picking me up to put the angel on top of the tree.
Trying to speak French......“L’amour c’est être stupide ensemble.”
You! (Thank you Til and B, love love y'all.)
The vibrant colors of the changing leaves.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I have many thoughts about this -- and about some new tunes I have recently discovered. But I also really want to go eat my daily 4:00pm apple. I'm 44 minutes behind schedule. Oh my stars, here I go.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Throughout his life, Steinbeck ended his personal correspondance with his own "Pigasus" logo with this latin phrase over the flying pig:
It means, "To the stars on the wings of a pig." What he means is he considers himself "a lumbering soul but trying to fly." Hooooow cool. I think of myself like that too -- I'm just not as cool as Steinbeck and would never have a great phrase or symbol for it.
His Pigasus, and what it symbolizes, reminds me of the short film* that was at the beginning of the Pixar film, "Up." It's the one about the clouds that make babies or little cute puppies, but the one storm cloud just can't seem to make anything right. He makes an electric eel, a porcupine, and pretty much anything that isn't exactly easy for his loyal stork to carry. After several hard deliveries of the baby eel, or whatever, the stork doesn't abandon his cloud, as we are led to believe at first, but actually returns to his cloud with football pads on. Hurraaay!
I like these two analogies for life. Like Steinbeck, I'm just a pig with wings but trying to make it. Like the storm cloud, I just can't seem to make things turn out perfectly. But! Holla for the but! At least I am trying. And at least I have friends who don't give up on me and take my abuse sometimes, just like the loyal stork. Life would be lonely without friends. Hey Tilly. Yo Sarah. What up Molly Mac. Hi Claire!
*I saw Up with my friend Sarah and we were both so confused about the beginning short film. I thought that it was actually the beginning of the real movie, and that the storm cloud was going to make the grumpy old man. Pixar is so above my head....
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
I think the woman's reaction to his disclosure was pretty spot on too. After all, what really can we say in that situation? We in ourselves possess absolutely no comfort to our fellow man. But PTL that there is a God in Heaven who does possess it. Not only comfort, but love, wisdom, and a coming wholeness to our broken world. And we can be little vessels, broken for sure, but vessels none the less of God's healing and love. PTL.
Friday, October 9, 2009
Oh yes, the Cupcake Car, yours truly from Neiman Marcus. For a mere $25,000, you can "put on your matching hat, slip under the muffin top of your Cupcake Car, and let the world figure itself out for awhile." Escapism to the really weird max.
I'd rather get a book, grab a coffee, and lay around on a blanket all day. Wait, who am I kidding? I'll take carrot cake with butter pecan cream cheese icing and a whipped cream swirl hat.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Note the jag in the rearview. So posh.
What struck me about the truck was the print on the side of it. Far from the typical "tap the Rockies" jagged mountain scene of any other beer truck, it was a painting of Blue Moon beer in a glass, with the bottle next to it, and a couple of oranges and orange slices in a bowl beside it. It looked straight out of Van Gogh's "Cafe Terrace at Night" if you could zoom in and actually see what food and drinks are on the cafe tables.
I found it so cool that such beautiful art can be found on the side of a beer delivery truck. I went to the Blue Moon Website, and it turns out that the company featured an art contest in 2008 in different cities. No real point to it except that it's an awesome marketing tool to have artists depict how the beer inspired their work. The paintings are incredible and creative. One of my favorites is from the Philadelphia collection and is advertising the company's "Honey Moon" label. It looks like a French vintage poster from the Belle Epogue: a girl jumping over a moon that has little beehive holes in lieu of moon craters.
How amazing it is that real beauty is all around us. I once heard someone speak of God as the "Great Artist." He really is. We as human beings have the privilege of being created in God's image. Because of this, his creativity, wonder and beauty that he put into creation is reflected in us and in what we do. Even in paintings on the side of beer delivery trucks. His beauty is all around us. That is no small wonder.
Disclaimer: I'm not much of a beer drinker, but the first time I had a Blue Moon, orange slice of course included, was in Nashville, TN, at Mafioso's with my friend Ellen. I had just gotten back to the states from 7 months in Argentina, and it's a really happy memory.
*Jason Derulo took the chorus of his song from Imogen Heap's "Hide and Seek" which is a totally chilll song to listen to, was on the OC soundtrack during Caleb's funeral scene, and reminds me of skiing in Telluride during my 2nd year at UVa. My friend Nora introduced me to Imogen Heap's CD. Thank you, Nora.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Every day, I drive to work over the Potomac River into DC. It's pretty tedious most mornings, and often I find myself thinking about how cool it would be to be a giant. When I was young, I often imagined what it would be like to be one. I'm not talking like Fezzik from The Princess Bride, but I mean a giant. More like the BFG from Roald Dahl. I'm talking tall. Taller than the White House. I imagined that I had these longs legs - they could traverse half a mile with each stride. And obviously I was really fast compared to the normal human being, and compared to the average American car as well. So in my giant life, I never have to wait in traffic. Why would I even need a car? This is what I think about as I drive to work.
Speaking of Molly, she also told me something a few weeks ago that I think her dad told her. "We are human beings, not human doings," she said. I recently read an interview of Rick Warren, the author of The Purpose Driven Life, and he said the same thing. Both Mother Teresa and my own mother, Barbara, said that, "We are created in order to love and to be loved." I like both of these ideas because I don't exactly have the most mentally stimulating job in town (although I definitely have left my mark at the office. Literally. My third week of working here, I dripped salad dressing all the way from my desk, around the corner, and into the office kitchen. I am no match for Resolve carpet cleaner. My legacy will always be remembered and noted) and I have often ask myself WHAT IN THE WORLD AM I DOING HERE?? At the same time, I honestly do not feel the heavy burden that so many people do: the need to jump, run, climb, claw, or scrape their way to the top of whatever they are trying to climb. Not that this is wrong at all! God gives us abilities, desires, passions and interests that do allow us to succeed and to lead in the workplace. But there is joy, for me at least, in knowing that to love is enough. That I can rest in the goodness of the way the Lord has created me, that I can know the strengths he has given me, that I can be a human being! To live and to love and to share this life with others.
And yes, that especially includes my boss and my co-workers. And yes, that includes the people that I refuse to let into the traffic line on the bridge over the Potomac each morning. Maybe tomorrow I will let one or two get in the line in front of me. And no, I do not have a little Christian fish on the back of my car.