Weekend will be fun. Eff the last four days. Bring on anything but sweeping, mopping, and scrubbing out refrigerators! Let’s see if I can’t get these GIFs to work. Sorry if, in your Tumblr dash, you have to click on the following things to get them to show up. Do it, it’s worth the party.
Reblog with more party GIFs if you’ve got ‘em! (Doctor Who optional!)
As some of you know, I’ve been practicing my writing in two ways: I’ve been journaling and writing letters. Something that continues to inspire me is a group of friends who also write well, or would like to. That’s why the writing project has been one that has survived for longer than a week or two. We’re going on three months now (I began in November), and I genuinely feel as though I can express myself at least somewhat more artfully.
One thing I’d like to be able to do is express myself here on my blog. The truth is, however, putting one’s deepest thoughts and feelings on the Internet can get one in heaps of trouble. A friend of mine, whose blog I read, writes down thoughts I wouldn’t be willing to share with a public audience. I’ve tried writing for a limited audience, too, but the fact is that an audience of one or two is all I can stand- myself or the person to whom I’m writing. I kept a blog during high school and early college in which I was far too open; a real PR disaster. If I were to do that today, what would I write about? My jobs? Certainly if I were to complain openly about some of the things that bother me there, I’d find myself on the chopping block. And though I rather like the idea of talking about the people in my life on my blog, even the smallest note could offend.
Journaling the other night after watching a video Zack recommended resulted in more artistic turns of phrase, which I didn’t expect. I wrote regarding the beauty of the New Mexico State Capitol versus the one in Oregon. Beware: though in many cases I feel Oregon is more my style, I visited their capitol building last year and was nonplussed. And I don’t mince my words in my own journal…
This week featured a trip to Santa Fe as a lobbyist.
The Roundhouse is a very respectable building, as capitals go. The capitals of other states don’t always aim to impress. In Oregon, the building is oft regarded as the ugliest state capitol around. Sure, there are marble staircases and grandiose paintings of illustrious past governors. But there is much too much dingy brown and green — no doubt an attempt to zero in on the natural wonders that make up the majestic world outside the capitol. The exterior of the building is just as much a failure at a grandiose attempt. Instead of being a testament to art deco with simple lines and “bold statements,” it merely looks like a slab of stone plopped down in the midst of Salem — as if the marble excrement of the goddess Portlandia had been angrily and purposefully dumped on the disappointment of such an abysmal city chosen to be the Oregonian capital.
New Mexico was blessed with a great architect, whoever that was. It may also be that the state had benefitted from the retrospect 47 previous states admitted to the Union may not have. Ours has plenty of natural light pouring in from skylights and large windows at the entrances. The House and Senate chambers glow brightly from a fanned ceiling, which looks rather like the fold-out fans of geishas when laid down. The seal of the State of New Mexico appears to have been cut, with deep relief, from silver or brushed steel. My favorite part of the place is actually a corridor connecting the Roundhouse and its annex, which is lined with great New Mexican pieces of art.
Although not as wonderful as the U.S. Capitol or the White House, walking through the New Mexico capital and talking over lobbying business makes me feel like I’m one of the characters in The West Wing. A setting can make all the difference in how one acts. For instance, the Oregon capital made me feel as though I could walk all over it — in more of a metaphorical sense, but also very much in a physical sense. Nothing about that place intimidated me. On the other hand, the more imposing features of the Santa Fe locale do tend to make me think twice before psyching myself into thinking I own the place.
It’s not the greatest writing, but I was happy to write extensively on something other than how my day or week was going.
This is brilliant. I love this book. Its desolation and moral compare nicely to Where the Wild Things Are, but something about having a purple crayon to create one’s own world was much more inspiring to me.
"You Cybermen are better than the Daleks in one respect." -Dalek
"And what is that?" -Cybermen
"You are better at DYING." -Dalek
This is one of those dialogues that proves how much more awesome Daleks are as baddies than Cybermen. They were arguing about which of them was better. Various points were made about logical capacity and weaponry. But the Daleks have one quality Cybermen don’t: they’re punchy!
“But for a brilliant surgical team and two centimeters of a miracle, this guy’s dead right now. From bullets fired from a gun bought legally. They bought guns, they loaded ‘em, they drove from Wheeling to Rosslyn, and until they pulled the trigger they had yet to commit a crime. I am so off the charts tired of the gun lobby tossing around words like personal freedom and nobody calling ‘em on it. It’s not about personal freedom. And it certainly has nothing to do with public safety. It’s just that some people like guns.”—Sam Seaborn, The West Wing, “In This White House” (via ridiculously)
Being that I use my blog to post things that make me feel happiness, it’s great pick-me-up to look over it. I read on CNN that a young man died in the shootings in Arizona who had a fiance. I had a terrible nightmare that Joe and I would be separated like that, and got a bit emotional reading it. Then, it turns out, that one of my friends from classes here at NMSU was this young man’s cousin. It hit me like a wall how awful this is.
Again, I turn to the things in life that bring me joy.
“As in his public affairs, so in his private life the American rarely prepares himself for the future. He is wholly unwilling to have anything transmitted to him by water that he can get by rail. It irks him to wait the slow process of freighting when there is an express car coming to his town, and if somebody will soon discover how to deliver by aeroplane, that is the way he will obtain what he wants. He never wants it until he wants it, and when he wants it, he wants it at once.”—
Went to Disney World with my best friends and soon-to-be fiance
Had my name (and engagement) read aloud, on air, on A Prairie Home Companion
Planned a 200-person banquet (of course, not alone)
Went to China!
Got surprised with a trip to Disneyland by my BFF Mandy
And yes, got married to Joe.
2009 was great—- it had our fantastic road trip to and from Oregon. 2010 was great too, as I was the leader of a continuing tradition of excellence in Model UN at NMSU and spent most of my summer in Oregon. However, neither year had the oomph and promise 2008 did. So, tell me- what was the best year of your life, ever (so far)?