Monday, July 22, 2013
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Independence Day 2013
On this celebration of our Nation's beautiful independence, I would like to declare that I am almost ready to give up the complete independence of single-hood. Because whoever You are, I want to find You. Soon, if possible.
I'll be waiting with a van akin to this one. But really, what better way to travel from sea to shining sea.
The last night in Peru, I couldn't sleep because I didn't want to leave. I had found a peace in the rustic lodge outside of Puerto Maldonado, and it sent me into a state of pure happiness. So amidst the hum of the cicadas in the jungle, I listened to my iPod trying not to mourn what I would say goodbye to in the morning. And luckily I found what I needed to send me home content:
A few lines in his song.
"So are you gonna stay in the place where you started or do you wanna hold my hand in the middle of America?"
I guess this is turning into a letter to the inevitable You. So, the answer will always be yes. Let's see this gorgeous country we call home together. Because I am so proud and grateful and ultimately awed that I get to call myself an American.
I'll be waiting with a van akin to this one. But really, what better way to travel from sea to shining sea.
The last night in Peru, I couldn't sleep because I didn't want to leave. I had found a peace in the rustic lodge outside of Puerto Maldonado, and it sent me into a state of pure happiness. So amidst the hum of the cicadas in the jungle, I listened to my iPod trying not to mourn what I would say goodbye to in the morning. And luckily I found what I needed to send me home content:
A few lines in his song.
"So are you gonna stay in the place where you started or do you wanna hold my hand in the middle of America?"
I guess this is turning into a letter to the inevitable You. So, the answer will always be yes. Let's see this gorgeous country we call home together. Because I am so proud and grateful and ultimately awed that I get to call myself an American.
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Current TV Addictions
I can honestly say I enjoy Call the Midwife just as much as What Would Ryan Lochte Do? I cried during this entire scene of Smash. And I can't believe I don't have any new Doc Martin episodes to look forward to.
Friday, May 10, 2013
The End of an Era
My room has been essentially untouched for a decade. With the exception of a few additions and
boxes from my college stuff, this is how my room has looked since I was thirteen. I have slowly started to let go, but not before I captured all the knick-knacks that used to mean so much. I think I might be a hoarder...
I was once so proud of how I strung those hearts that I cut out of The American Girl Magazine.
boxes from my college stuff, this is how my room has looked since I was thirteen. I have slowly started to let go, but not before I captured all the knick-knacks that used to mean so much. I think I might be a hoarder...
I was once so proud of how I strung those hearts that I cut out of The American Girl Magazine.
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| A lot of these magnets once called my middle school locker home. |
I wish I had a stop-motion video of how my room evolved over the years. I miss the huge bean bag chair, $15 exercise machine from DI, the Barbie house, and the gymnastics and space shuttle posters [the only other ones I had] that once graced my walls.
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
we'll be back soon/you're my favorite one
My sister and I decided that Mikel Jollett from The Airborne Toxic Event is my musical soulmate. (Jesse McCartney is my acting soulmate, in case you were wondering.)
Last Friday, we went to see them play at The Depot in Salt Lake. I was ecstatic!
The band that opened for them was horrible. Like ear-bleeding bad. As I listened and laughed at the delusional frontman, I started to get scared. What if it didn't live up to my expectations? I was worried that I dragged my sister to a concert with an effeminate male reeking of pot dancing ridiculously and the worst sound system ever, with nothing redeeming to find.
But the racket of the first band eventually came to an end, and our ears were left ringing.
As soon as The Airborne Toxic Event took the stage, I had a feeling the night would end well.
I've yet to meet a song of theirs I don't like. Seriously, I can't get enough. It's the violin and bass (and the bassist--a little obsessed) and Jollett's ragged voice. But mostly it's the lyrics.
Literary. Profound. My own thoughts, but prettier. They even use the word feral.
At one point, Mikel Jollett (the main singer and writer) started to climb on the speakers and reached up to grab a speaker bar, like he was seeing if he could hang and swing on it. It's dumb, but it's something I would do, and it only made his stories more like my stories.
It was the best show I have ever been to. It was one of those nights that lets you live in it for a while longer because it knows you belong there, in that one particular moment. So I savored and sang to every song.
They played two encores, one of which was acoustic, which just unhinges me.
I think a lot of people think their lyrics are depressing and cynical. And I get that. But that's not what I hear.
I've always loved this by Oscar Wilde found in the preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray: "All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors."
In the songs I heard last Friday, I see glimpses of myself. And it's beautiful. The reality of fully feeling, even when you just feel damaged. There's a hope in that. In realizing that you have to mend yourself. I was a little disappointed they didn't play one of my favorites at the concert; it's one of my pep talk songs. "Strange Girl." We traded blindness for some wisdom and some lines around the eyes. But you just act like it was a fact of life. It didn't come as a surprise.
Some things aren't black and white. And happiness is one of those things. The music from The Airborne Toxic Event reminds me that reality is an often astounding paradox. And I choose to see love in the symbols.
Now go get lost in their YouTube channel.
Last Friday, we went to see them play at The Depot in Salt Lake. I was ecstatic!
The band that opened for them was horrible. Like ear-bleeding bad. As I listened and laughed at the delusional frontman, I started to get scared. What if it didn't live up to my expectations? I was worried that I dragged my sister to a concert with an effeminate male reeking of pot dancing ridiculously and the worst sound system ever, with nothing redeeming to find.
But the racket of the first band eventually came to an end, and our ears were left ringing.
As soon as The Airborne Toxic Event took the stage, I had a feeling the night would end well.
I've yet to meet a song of theirs I don't like. Seriously, I can't get enough. It's the violin and bass (and the bassist--a little obsessed) and Jollett's ragged voice. But mostly it's the lyrics.
Literary. Profound. My own thoughts, but prettier. They even use the word feral.
At one point, Mikel Jollett (the main singer and writer) started to climb on the speakers and reached up to grab a speaker bar, like he was seeing if he could hang and swing on it. It's dumb, but it's something I would do, and it only made his stories more like my stories.
It was the best show I have ever been to. It was one of those nights that lets you live in it for a while longer because it knows you belong there, in that one particular moment. So I savored and sang to every song.
They played two encores, one of which was acoustic, which just unhinges me.
I think a lot of people think their lyrics are depressing and cynical. And I get that. But that's not what I hear.
I've always loved this by Oscar Wilde found in the preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray: "All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors."
In the songs I heard last Friday, I see glimpses of myself. And it's beautiful. The reality of fully feeling, even when you just feel damaged. There's a hope in that. In realizing that you have to mend yourself. I was a little disappointed they didn't play one of my favorites at the concert; it's one of my pep talk songs. "Strange Girl." We traded blindness for some wisdom and some lines around the eyes. But you just act like it was a fact of life. It didn't come as a surprise.
Some things aren't black and white. And happiness is one of those things. The music from The Airborne Toxic Event reminds me that reality is an often astounding paradox. And I choose to see love in the symbols.
Now go get lost in their YouTube channel.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
At 22
I should hate that I always have dirt under my fingernails, even when I've spent the day reading or just hanging around indoors, but I love it. It makes me feel adventurous.
I have zero interest in owning a smartphone.
I have this insaitable need to own all my favorite books. I am close to finishing up my collection (for now). After psychoanalyzing myself, I feel this stems from a basic instinct to be remembered and to leave some kind of mark on the world because no one really knows all of me, and right now it's not looking like I will be adding my genes to the pool anytime soon. Somehow I feel that the sum of the pages could let people know who I am.
More than anything, I want to play the role of the girl-next-door in a teen drama, preferably set in a quaint coastal town.
For some unfathomable reason, I am still not sick of Gotye's "Somebody That I Used to Know" and never change the station when it plays.
I can't help but watch The Breakfast Club every time it's on TV.
One day I would like to receive an old fashioned love letter in my mailbox.
I think I'd like to be involved in politics, but don't know that I like any of the career steps that would take me there.
When it comes to people flying, I think it's possible that it's possible.
Today while watching home movies, my dad said that I hadn't changed much. We were watching a scene of us at the park. I was ten and hanging upside down on the playground. He meant that I hadn't really aged physically, which was a nice exaggeration, but I think it's more true of my personality. Luckily I am more camera shy and have straighter teeth, but I can still play. I love that I can let myself be naive and just have fun.
I have zero interest in owning a smartphone.
I have this insaitable need to own all my favorite books. I am close to finishing up my collection (for now). After psychoanalyzing myself, I feel this stems from a basic instinct to be remembered and to leave some kind of mark on the world because no one really knows all of me, and right now it's not looking like I will be adding my genes to the pool anytime soon. Somehow I feel that the sum of the pages could let people know who I am.
More than anything, I want to play the role of the girl-next-door in a teen drama, preferably set in a quaint coastal town.
For some unfathomable reason, I am still not sick of Gotye's "Somebody That I Used to Know" and never change the station when it plays.
I can't help but watch The Breakfast Club every time it's on TV.
One day I would like to receive an old fashioned love letter in my mailbox.
I think I'd like to be involved in politics, but don't know that I like any of the career steps that would take me there.
When it comes to people flying, I think it's possible that it's possible.
Today while watching home movies, my dad said that I hadn't changed much. We were watching a scene of us at the park. I was ten and hanging upside down on the playground. He meant that I hadn't really aged physically, which was a nice exaggeration, but I think it's more true of my personality. Luckily I am more camera shy and have straighter teeth, but I can still play. I love that I can let myself be naive and just have fun.
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