Publicity

So I did it.

I went "public" with my blog.

I put it on facebook. I am still not too sure if this was a good idea or not. Now I am even more worried about trying not to sound like an idiot on here.

On other notes, I am going up to Ogden tonight for the weekend with Ashley, because she is presenting at the Weber State National Literary Conference!!! YAY Ashley!

I will leave you with a frontispiece of Aphra Behn, who was the first woman to earn a living by her pen :) She also wrote Oroonoko which was recently adapted into a play, which I am aching to see.

:)

Dear Readers,

I am a happy happy girl right now. I have a lot of love for a lot of things. Here are some good quotes for you from some of my favorite people:

"May you live all the days of your life!" --Jonathan Swift

"Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake." -- Henry David Thoreau

"It is not length of life, but depth of life." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." -- Gandhi

Sorry if I am especially sappy right now (this will be the only time I promise), but I believe every one of those quotes, and I hope to live up to them. I recently discovered how beautiful passion can render its connoisseur, and I was deeply inspired.

Because I can never have a blog sans photo, I tried to find a perfectly blissful picture to show one of my happiest moments, but while looking through my stuff, I couldn't find just one to express my joie de vivre. It seems I have a pretty fantastic life. Hence I give you a picture which I think perfectly exemplifies the celebration of living.

Obsession

So, I am obsessed with a boy.

His name is Blake Mycoskie.

I have never met him. I first saw him on the Amazing Race, (season 2) with his sister Paige. I liked him, but soon forgot all about him. These TV crushes of mine (un)fortunately don't stand the test of time.

Fast forward a few years. I see a man on Oprah, he is definitely attractive and he has started his own company called Toms Shoes, where for every pair you buy they give a pair to a child in Argentina. Rad, I think, an attractive and socially conscious man! SCORE! So I buy a pair. Then I buy another pair. Then I become a little umm...interested in him. I do some research using good ol Google, and realize he is Blake from Blake and Paige! Then I read that he was in a Man Pageant ahem...a "Bachelor of the Year" program which appeared on Fox in 2000. I was sad because I missed that boat. As luck would have it, I happened to see this program this summer. Yes, I watched it. It was terribly painful and Blake did not make it very far.

But the reason for this blog was to share something he wrote on his blog back in January which I love...

"A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between his work and his play; his labor and his leisure; his mind and his body; his education and his recreation. He hardly knows which is which. he simply pursues his vision of excellence through whatever he is doing, and leaves others to determine whether he is working or playing. To himself, he always appears to be doing both."

- Francois Auguste Rene Chateaubriand

Well, to close this blog up, here is a picture of Blake from his Man Pageant days:


And now a recent photo of him with his shoes:


whoever said men don't get better with age was seriously disturbed. (not true in all cases)

My Conversion Story

This is my conversion story, and it's very personal to me.

Last Saturday I decided that I was converted to the church of 3-D Movies.

Ok, maybe that was a little irreverent.

But seriously.

I have always been a skeptic of the third dimension, especially remembering that horrific 3-D Movie with Michael Jackson at Disneyland. Sorry Mike, I am not a fan. And there are always too many tricks they play with the audience that I do not like. Period. They are fun the first time, but after that they are annoying and downright disturbing. I apparently have remnant issues from my childhood from that Michael Jackson movie...

But ever since then I have avoided the hype. Avatar. Sorry folks, but I don't give a damn. And all the critics who say that 3D is the new future for movies. False.

So what changed my mind, on 3D at least? (I still believe what I said in the paragraph above)

ALICE IN WONDERLAND.

I haven't always been the biggest Alice fan, mostly because the movie creeped me out as a child (why I liked Pinocchio I'll never know), but I was way excited to see it because its Tim Burton! And he can't go wrong. (Rumor is he's directing Sleeping Beauty next!!!). So I go to the theatre, put on my 3D glasses and watch a Friskies commercial in 3D. It was weird. Then we see all the previews in 3D!! COOL! Seriously, most of the previews I had seen before, but 3D made them all soo much cooler! And it made me way more interested to see them!

So then, the moment of truth. The movie started. From the get go it was beautiful, visually stimulating and just a trip. (Not a drug trip which Jessie thought I was referring to, but like a vacation trip) I was transported to Tim Burton's magical fairy land, full of drugged caterpillars and the over-sized head of Helena Bonham Carter. It was fabulous.

I loved every minute of its 3D bliss. It was sooo amazing. Bravo Timmy, Bravo.

Go see it.

P.S. Johnny Depp is always a treat. Always.

Rain Rain Go Away

Dear Bloggers,

Before I tell you my story for today, I need to precede this blog with some information about myself. I remember outfits that I wore on specific dates. Not like September 17, but like that day we went to the beach and saw that fat man. I remember I was wearing my blue shirt with the ruffles and my black flip flops. Ok, that was a fictional example, but you get the point.

So on to my story.

Lets travel back in time to my first semester at BYU, Fall 2006. I had my World Religions class right after a theatre class. If you know BYU campus at all, this means I had to walk from the HFAC to the JSB, this is all the way across campus, folks. So on this particular day I wore my pink shirt from Nordstrom with puffyish stuff on the shoulders. As I left the HFAC -- I had been in the basement all day and didn't know what was going on outside-- it was POURING. POURING. POURING. So. I went to class. And got drenched. I remember opening up the door to my class, and seeing Vanessa and Matt's faces, they looked at me and then proceeded to laugh. Yup. Laugh. At my pain! haha. I would've laughed too, so I forgive them.

Now lets fast forward to today, March 5, 2010. It was a super sun shiney day in the morning, so I left the house with the same pink shirt on (foreshadowing), and a cardigan over it. I was in the basement of the JFSB in classes all day, so I had no idea the chaos which was ensuing outside. I climb up the stairs and am greeted by SNOW. LOTS and LOTS of snow. Big snow. Not little snow. Big ones. Same shirt. Same sucky Utah weather. I do not forgive the weather.

Moral of the story : I am never wearing that shirt again.

I included a picture of me in said shirt from high school. Yeah, its time to get new clothes.



AND I had vowed never to wear a coat ever again, and it looks like today ruined that for me. Ugh.