Monday, July 22, 2013

she bangs

I got a haircut recently.

In honor of the royal baby, I am going to reference a British movie. Do you remember that scene in Bridget Jones' Diary where Bridget is getting all ready to go to her fancy event and goes to get her hair done at this salon she thinks will make her look fabulous?














OK, so my haircut wasn't that bad. (What? It wasn't!)

But I didn't love it, and I was surprised by how much I let it bother me. I wanted long, lush bangs in front, with layers. (Sort of a Zooey Deschanel-ish choice despite there being no similarity in our face shapes, but shut up, her hair looks great and you know you love New Girl, plus bangs are one of the few drastic hair choices I feel brave enough to make.) It would be something different for me, as I've had the same haircut since I graduated from school four years ago. Instead I ended up with jagged, too-short bangs cut in what seemed to be no logical pattern, just a jumble of hairs that, relieved from their sudden lack of weight, insisted on lifting up perpendicular to my forehead for about a week. So, yeah. That happened. I had a couple of brief Alfalfa moments mid-conversation at work that were less than awesome. Thanks to bobby pins and hair's rate of growth, it's better now, but I found myself constantly checking to see if the bangs were sticking up. And who cares? It didn't affect my ability to live my life, no one was screaming in horror and bolting in the opposite direction upon seeing me (at least not to my face) and I rarely notice or care when other people have bad hair moments; after all, it's just hair.

So, the moral of this story is that you like New Girl, hair isn't that big of a deal, and also that the gravy doesn't need sieving; surely not, just stir it, Una.

Goodnight.

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

for the birds and bees

Money is difficult. When I was a child I hardly gave managing my own money a thought. I lacked a piggy bank. I saved the occasional $20 bill I got from a relative, but eventually I whittled it down into candy and CDs and earrings I'd end up losing later. I guess I just had this notion that once you hit 25 (the age that, in my mind, marked a person as an adult) you were guaranteed to be given a job and a house and insurance and all the funds you need to survive. Blame that on Sesame Street, or not officially having a regular allowance to manage, or on taking Lois Lowry books too literally. But as I got older, I realized more and more that money is a bitch. And now that I am older than a quarter of a century (just trying to emphasize my feeble age here) and am consistently hearing from finance experts and Capital One commercials that everyone should be mindful of saving money, I consider money necessary and fragile, and I know that it can be terrifying when there isn't enough of it. Think of the future, of all the things that arise in life--paying for school, raising children, traveling, unexpected bills, car accidents, debts, deaths. A rainy day. A diagnosis you didn't see coming.

That piggy bank is looking like a better idea every day, isn't it?


Sunday, April 28, 2013

left the Jag but I took the Rolls

Cool things
~ hanging out with fabulous people
~ heirlooms
~ truly incredible tacos
~ skyscrapers
~ Pavarotti
~ remembering TV shows you watched as a kid
~ the marvelous silence of vintage store shoppers
adorable corgis
~ just the concept of being able to take a vacation
~ spontaneous poetry
~ that part-of-something feeling you get for a second while line dancing, even though you look silly
~ being married to someone awesome
~ boudin
~ enthusiasm

Uncool things
~ loss
~ the feeling of helplessness you get while sitting in traffic
~ radio stations that are only playing the same 22 songs over and over
~ indecision
~ scheduling conflicts
~ baggers at the grocery store who scan packages of raw meat, which I purposely separate from other groceries, and insist on thrusting them into bags that are already filled with other non-raw-meat ~ groceries, getting nasty raw-meatness on everything
~ that thing guitarists do where they try to make it sound like the guitar is "talking"
~ suddenly finding yourself saying words you hate when other people say
~ rude jerkfaces
~ buttfaced miscreants
~ feeling out of the loop



Sunday, February 10, 2013

life after death

It's tax season, friends.


CONSTANT VIGILANCE!

Carry on.

Monday, December 31, 2012

and with a psalm drew silent

2012 Pros

I married Bryant. I went to Louisiana. I got to see my family. I got to see Jordan, Leslea, Cody, Leigh and Eric, Joe and Christa and Elizabeth, Kera and Rayce, Evan and Amy, Devon and Amber, and many other awesome people. I went to fun weddings. Bryant and I went to Jamaica on our honeymoon and it was amazing. I got an awesome new job and moved to a hip new city. I voted. I learned how to use InCopy. I gained another full year of professional writing and editing experience. I went to Germany again. I saw The Hunger Games. I met new people. I went to my first comic-con. I read fiction and biographies and articles and nonfiction. I finished reading Travels and started Micro. I lost weight. I kept going to a dermatologist. I learned new routes.

2012 Cons

Son Tran died. I forgot things. I was stupid. I spent too much money. I didn't see Caddyshack. I got my first speeding ticket. I started reading books and never finished them. 

Monday, December 3, 2012

now

Everything is wonderful.

Friday, November 9, 2012

little angels made of wood

A list of videos, because I feel like it.

Something that never fails to make me laugh.


The latest from Regina Spektor. (Love her look in this video!)


The Star Wars version of this video.



Possibly the best cover of all time.


This craziness. (Beware, this song has a great beat and is therefore likely to get stuck in your head.)


Damien Rice (not a new song, but oh well).


The amazing Steve Martin.


Find out what a "stoop sale" is (another catchy one, courtesy of my fiance).


And last, but not least, a little Weakerthans nostalgia.


Good night, Internet.