Saturday, May 31, 2008

memorialized...

clark and lewis

Friday, May 23, 2008

dear diary...

Dear Readers,

I haven't been updating because I've spent the last two weeks sorting through closets, unpacking suitcases, packing boxes, repacking suitcases, and spending time with family and dear friends. I'm headed off for Memorial Weekend Adventures, but I thought I'd leave you with a near priceless discovery: pages from my diary - 1993.

You may notice several things from these pages:
1. I am a horrible speller. I try to hide it, but I have made only slight improvements since age 8.
2. I am a blatant liar. The first entry about my sister is entirely false.
3. I like to write names really fancy, even to the point of throwing them in the middle of entirely unrelated sentences.
4. There is a 'make your own calender' feature of this journal. I made several months into July so I could record which day of the week Allie's birthday [17th] and my birthday [27th] fell on. Apparently, July is the only month that mattered in 1992 and 1993. Good to know.

Emilys Driary 3/23/93
Mysister Betsy Loves sharks

Dear Diary, 3/23/93
I Just LOVE Spring BraKe and I am aBout reaDy For Summer. Will I got to go see you Nexxttime. Betsy
Emily

Dear Diary, 10/20/93
I am on a plane right now going to Kansas City. I am with my grandperantes. I will ride a horse, go over W.B. With IdIa Ruth. I gotta go bye Emily

Man, I lead an exciting life.

Monday, May 12, 2008

bling, but not that kind of bling...

I'm thrilled to be right-hand-sporting this amazing Launch present from my parents... If possible, I'm even more excited that it is: a. a pearl ring, and b. strongly resembles one of my all-time favorite sculptures.[unique forms of continuity in space, umberto boccioni 1913]

therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God. [hebrews 12:1-2]

Sunday, May 04, 2008

notables...

A few margin quotes from some of my favs:

Bushey, on Maori body decoration: "It makes sense. It's too hot to get dressed, so if you want any decoration, you have to paint or tattoo it on."

On her reasoning behind showing us a particular slide: "I don't know, I just found this great map of the geology of the area!"

On the phrase "research continues:" "That means, 'we don't know anything!'"

On her continual fight with technology: "I'll get to the bottom of this digital mystery!"

Whalen, telling us how to scorn a lover: "I am not the object of a lyric poem! You have to think, not just behold me!"

Telling us how to seduce a lover: "Darling, would you be my surrogate metaphysical manifestation?"

On his teaching style: "I will lie to you frequently to see if you're paying attention."

On Matthew Arnold: "He's so good. Ugh. You just want to hit people like this with a stick." "Snobbery isn't a virtue, but you can appreciate it when it's done with this kind of artistic flair."

On the Medievals: "Admit it: your view of the middle ages comes from Monty Python - really miserable people and highly adulterous people."

On his students: "You're all just lazy featherless bipeds!" "You're all modernists. Belief is not available to you." "It's positively neurotic, and you're all as crazy as bats."

On the facts of life: "Men and women do things together as recreation and produce tax deductions!"

I have no idea: "If you had little muskrats eating your knee caps, you'd pay attention too." "It's like calling a nudist colony the fashion capital of the world!"

On G.K: "I can imagine that it must be difficult to live with Chesterton...you'd probably need a pretty big bathtub, too."

Friday, May 02, 2008

conundrum...

With one project and three [half] finals to go, I am spending much of my time pondering an overwhelming question:
If I was a novel, which one would I be?