i am somewhat inclined to feel negative today: its drizzly, i have a billion things due, and my apartment is cold. but that's okay because
-it's not snowing
-the internet is full of amazing things
-there really is some information on atrial crosses in central mexico, if you search really, really hard
-my rough draft only has to be 3 pages
-cornbread muffins are delicious
-josh is cute
-i don't have engagement competition drama
-there are people at school who know my name
-grandma and grandpa are coming
-passion is coming up
-i made money on saturday
-monday is over half way through, and the week has just begun
31.3.08
26.3.08
Wait, where?
In the last week I have spoken with two different individuals who reminded me again of how little Southerners (generalization) know about what or where Oregon is. Last week someone was talking about how Oregon wasn't that long of a drive, and, seeing my confused face, said, "Isn't it over by Iowa?". This week, a friend looked confused when I said one could view whales in Oregon. She asked where and I said "in the water". Josh apologized for my sarcasm, and then we proceeded to discuss that yes, Oregon is a coastal state.
But I too am always discovering new things about Portland and Oregon. In my search of possible alternative locations to Ankeny Square for wedding photos, I discovered that in 1984 (good year) there was a performance sculpture at the Portland Art Museum. Very awesome, indeed.
But I too am always discovering new things about Portland and Oregon. In my search of possible alternative locations to Ankeny Square for wedding photos, I discovered that in 1984 (good year) there was a performance sculpture at the Portland Art Museum. Very awesome, indeed.
25.3.08
24.3.08
A Little Fashion Tip
To the girl standing outside Gambrell this afternoon:
If you're going for Goth, don't wear capris: you are shooting yourself in the foot and looking ridiculous all at the same time.
Trust me.
If you're going for Goth, don't wear capris: you are shooting yourself in the foot and looking ridiculous all at the same time.
Trust me.
21.3.08
Good Friday
“Truly, truly, I say to you, a slave is not greater than his master, nor is one who is sent greater than the one who sent him."John 13:18
20.3.08
Here.
I had one of those moments of existence. Where you have a feeling of existing in the world - not of your significance or insignificance, but of standing and being and moving in the world. This is what I feel when I snowboard; when I'm all alone in powder. Me, my breath, the crunch and hiss of the snow, the occasional squeak or lumbering crash of snow dumping off a branch to crush the drift below. Tonight I walked down a slight hill, past unoccupied construction. In the muffled silence of evening I heard my footfalls, and the zip zip of pants that have come too close in the thighs, or the knees, when I loose my balance ever so slightly.
Spring Rain
Yesterday I wore a t-shirt dress, Wellies, and walked under an umbrella. It was very enjoyable.
And I discovered two daphne plants on campus. There are white flowering trees everywhere in Columbia, and, while they look nice, they do not smell good at all. Thank goodness for the heavenly daphne.
The azaleas are starting to bloom, as well, with no smell. So it was a pleasant surprise when I took a different path to class and got a whiff of daphne.
Mmm... smells like Easter.
And I discovered two daphne plants on campus. There are white flowering trees everywhere in Columbia, and, while they look nice, they do not smell good at all. Thank goodness for the heavenly daphne.
The azaleas are starting to bloom, as well, with no smell. So it was a pleasant surprise when I took a different path to class and got a whiff of daphne.Mmm... smells like Easter.
16.3.08
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12.3.08
Spring
After sitting out on the deck doing homework and eating lunch today, I have a slight tan on my feet! Yay!
Too bad it wasn't this nice when Tracy was here. :(
Too bad it wasn't this nice when Tracy was here. :(
8.3.08
Washington?
So on my way to work today I see the car in front of me at the stoplight. In the bottom-left corner there is a sticker that says 'I <3 Whistler that I know of, and I can't imagine someone from SC driving to Whislter. I had read the sticker correctly, and the license plate was from Washington. That makes sense.
/question mark
What is someone from Washington doin' driving to SC?
/question mark
What is someone from Washington doin' driving to SC?
6.3.08
Southern Anecdotal Moment
So I just had one of my weirder cultural (if you will) experiences tonight.
A little background information: Columbia's downtown isn't the most happening of downtowns, nor is it by far the most happening part of Columbia. Not by a long shot. And some blocks even less.
Tonight, I happened about this block. It's the only retail block in downtown (the rest are mostly food and lawyers, etc), and it contains ethnic sorts of stores and wig shops. Yeah.
Now that you have the visual, let me explain why I was there. I'm in an art house film class, where we go to Columbia's art house film theater on Thursday nights and watch a film, talk about it for 45 min, then go home and write a little paper on it. (And we learn about film and non-profit organizations.) In a year and a half it will be moving into a much bigger theater 5 blocks away. Right now, however, unless you are more than, say 45 years old, you would not know the building is a theater. It is atop a building called Solid Gold Beauty Supply (guess what it sells? Asian wigs. I know). Suffice it to say, right now the owner of the Nick, or teacher Larry, is the only white guy who is seen hanging out on that block. Till tonight.
For the sake of learning more about the art house film industry, my class was to forgo a film (super sad day; I thought we were watching Persepolis) and take a tour of the new home. Our prof was to meet us there at 6pm, and, as good students we are, most of us were early. Josh kindly dropped me off, or rather, waited with me so I wouldn't have to stand there alone looking ... awkward. Pretty soon I saw an uncomfortable looking white girl walk up and stand uncertainly in front of a jewelry store, next to Solid Gold Beauty Supply. The, two equally awkward looking white guys joined her. Convinced it was my class, I also joined them. Pretty soon we were a group of about 10 white kids with backpacks trying to look natural in front of a jewelry store.
Pretty soon, an African American security guy walks up and asks us what we are doing there. (Needless to say we looked out of place.) We all laughed uncomfortably, and then one guy piped up and said we were looking for the new home of the Nickelodeon. The man laughed and said we had found it, and then added that it wasn't too often that he saw people... looking like us loitering on that block. We all felt a little weird and then just embraced the humor (the security man certainly had - he thought it was hilarious), and we laughed.
And then Larry showed up and we were all a little relieved.
A little background information: Columbia's downtown isn't the most happening of downtowns, nor is it by far the most happening part of Columbia. Not by a long shot. And some blocks even less.
Tonight, I happened about this block. It's the only retail block in downtown (the rest are mostly food and lawyers, etc), and it contains ethnic sorts of stores and wig shops. Yeah.
Now that you have the visual, let me explain why I was there. I'm in an art house film class, where we go to Columbia's art house film theater on Thursday nights and watch a film, talk about it for 45 min, then go home and write a little paper on it. (And we learn about film and non-profit organizations.) In a year and a half it will be moving into a much bigger theater 5 blocks away. Right now, however, unless you are more than, say 45 years old, you would not know the building is a theater. It is atop a building called Solid Gold Beauty Supply (guess what it sells? Asian wigs. I know). Suffice it to say, right now the owner of the Nick, or teacher Larry, is the only white guy who is seen hanging out on that block. Till tonight.
For the sake of learning more about the art house film industry, my class was to forgo a film (super sad day; I thought we were watching Persepolis) and take a tour of the new home. Our prof was to meet us there at 6pm, and, as good students we are, most of us were early. Josh kindly dropped me off, or rather, waited with me so I wouldn't have to stand there alone looking ... awkward. Pretty soon I saw an uncomfortable looking white girl walk up and stand uncertainly in front of a jewelry store, next to Solid Gold Beauty Supply. The, two equally awkward looking white guys joined her. Convinced it was my class, I also joined them. Pretty soon we were a group of about 10 white kids with backpacks trying to look natural in front of a jewelry store.
Pretty soon, an African American security guy walks up and asks us what we are doing there. (Needless to say we looked out of place.) We all laughed uncomfortably, and then one guy piped up and said we were looking for the new home of the Nickelodeon. The man laughed and said we had found it, and then added that it wasn't too often that he saw people... looking like us loitering on that block. We all felt a little weird and then just embraced the humor (the security man certainly had - he thought it was hilarious), and we laughed.
And then Larry showed up and we were all a little relieved.
4.3.08
Tornado warning! Eee!
Exotic and hick, all at the same time. I think tropical storm and wild phenomena; the girl at the front desk thinks "I'd better call my mom and warn her: she lives in a trailer".
The Good News and the Bad News
The good news is I made it into the Student Art Exhibition so I know I placed at least 36th out of 102 entries. The bad news is I didn't place in the show for the monetary prizes. Ah well. It was worth a shot.
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