It's Funny How Things Happen...

After making the decision tonight to slip into my pjs, cuddle up with a book, and go to bed tonight to rise early and do work, I decided to pick up my journal from the summer I spent studying in Paris. I began to read the last few entries and feel compelled to copy word for word my last entry (albeit it very fragmented -- it was hand written). These last few weeks have been tiresome for me, and I have come to realize the excess worrying and emotions that have engulfed my life and, therefore, ability to remain positive about basically everything. Unfortunately, I have seen the manifestations of this negativeness. Therefore, tonight I made the conscious decision to shift my train of thought. And I would never imagine that it would be my own words that would give me the strength I so desperately was seeking. It's quite funny how things happen...


July 2005

So it's my last night here. I don't want to fall asleep. I really feel so sad I'm leaving tomorrow. Being here has been so amazing. Living with this family and taking classes... really feeling at ease in this city has been incredible. I really don't want to fall asleep tonight to wake up and have to leave. The past few days I have really been excited to go home, but now that it's here all I want to do is stay longer. I love this city. I cannot wait to come back. I have learned so much. I couldn't say what all I have learned, bc it is indescribable. I wish so badly that I ha the ability to remember everything I saw, touched, and smelled. Even the stinky Metros. I want to remember the way this house smells. The blind man and his dog T saw almost everyday on my way to IES. The awesome boulangerie sandwiches. Note to self: put hard-boiled eggs on sandwiches. I want to remember the feelings I had when I first saw the Eiffel Tower from the Metro. I want to remember the Rose 9 Euro and Monsieur Miel... and the creme brulee I had. I want to remember the people at IES and the awesome food we had at the farewell lunch... my teachers Sophie and Jeanne. My Franglais. My caramel tea in the mornings. And the morning I dropped the jar of coffee on the floor... how horrible the showers were... the noises throughout the building...my comfy bed...the beauty of Sacre Coeur...the expensive nights out...these mixed emotions...puking in the IES garden after drinking a plastic bottle of wine...being so happy to feel like I bonded with my family one last night or time...walking down the street listening to people speak and how I can understand most of it. Seeing the Eiffel Tower sparkle makes you feel giddy...meeting people here...all different types of people...people who I have learned to tolerate and who made me think about myself. And the girls that I have truly become great friends with -- these girls that I can say or do anything with. They have been amazing. I am so lucky to have done this. I kept thinking tonight at I watched the show at the party about how I am so damn luck and there has to be someone up there who really loves me and is giving me days like today that can make me feel this way. I feel like I have it all. And if there comes a time when I'm not like this or do not feel like this I should know and have faith that a day like today will come again...because these amazing days do happen...

Tattooed Under Fire

Tattooed Under Fire is a documentary by UT Prof. Nancy Schiesari that tells reveals the significance of tattoo work for a number of US soldiers before and after their Iraqi deployment. I had the amazing opportunity to work as her GRA (graduate research assistant) last semester on post-production projects for the film project. One of which was a short video profile for the tattoo artist Brannon Grant that can now be seen on the website. If you get the opportunity to see the film, I highly recommend it. It is powerful and portrays an important perspective. Check out the website Tattooed Under Fire and watch my clip! You can find it on the "Video Extras" page.

QuirkyAlone

QuirkAlone may be the outlet and arena I have been looking for. I'd rather not butcher the mission statement of this site, so here's their "About Us" page:


Who We Are

Quirkyalones are people who enjoy being single (but are not opposed to being in a relationship) and prefer being single to dating for the sake of being in a relationship.

Quirkyalone is not anti-love. It is pro-love. It is not anti-dating. It is anti-compulsory dating. We tend to be romantics. We prefer to be single rather than settle. In fact, the core of quirkyalone is the inability to settle. We spend a signficant chunk of our lives single because we hold relationships to a high standard.

Are quirkyalones loners? Not necessarily. Quirkyalones often value friendship very highly. We're often very social people. But we do value occasional solitude. Quirkyalones are often creative and need time alone to allow thoughts to fully form.

It's Not Just For Single People

Quirkyalones is a mindset that transcends relationships status. It's a newly articulated set of ideas about being in single and in relationships expressed through a set of vocabulary‹quirkyalone, quirkyslut, and quirkytogether‹that's designed to inspire conversation in a fun, ironic way.

It's a tool for conversation about singledom and relationships in a new era where unmarried households are becoming a majority.

A quirkyalone can also be quirkytogether (quirkyalone in a relationship). A quirkyslut maintains high standards for a romantic relationship, but becomes more flexible for the Saturday (or even Tuesday) night encounter.


(My emphasis added)

Oh! It's websites like these that give me a boost on days when my usually optimistic attitude is running low. Last night, I had quite the epiphany regarding dating...I'm super tired now (and in Chicago needing to sleep to prepare for my conference tomorrow!), but I have the intention of posting more about it within the next couple days. I know I've sworn off blogging about my love life, but my epiphany certainly presents a number of ideas that I feel transcend my love life. For now -- I'm signing out with my results from taking the "Are you QuirkyAlone?" Quiz:


Very quirkyalone:
Relatives may give you quizzical looks, and so may friends, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are following your inner voice. Though you may not be romancing a single person, you are romancing the world.


Romancing the world! That's exactly how I'd explain it :)

And so it continues...

A clip from CNN I found on Feministing.com confronts the ways in which the McCain campaign continues to exercise their sexist logic. While I, of course, am not a fan of Sarah Palin and her stance on basically everything, I most certainly am interested in doing what Campbell Brown suggests the McCain campaign should do -- that is to say, FREE SARAH PALIN!



Amen, sister...

Back to Business

My last few posts have basically been "filler" to clog my blog up with something mainly to keep myself in some, although sporadic, rhythm of posting. Because let's face it -- my head has not been set on actively blogging. So much for taking the summer to beef this blogging project up. Oh well. I am finding a trend in my blogging; despite being wrapped up in grad school and all the ridic that it entails, I blog more when I am in the mindset of reading, writing, thinking critically, etc. Not only did I physically take a vacation this summer, my brain, while not taking what I'd call a full vacation for there was no numbing or hard drugs involved, and my knowledge-building energy went to a different, not-so-academic place. Granted my thesis and all things M.I.A. were not far from my mind (hell, she "retired"!), I found myself retreating and gravitating towards books that allowed me to build upon aspects of personal growth that aren't as easily, or at all, tapped into while in grad school. While this past school year I found myself forming so many new ideas that not only made "the personal political" regarding my own identity politics, I leapt and bounded ahead towards an academic career and community, that I could not be more excited to pursue. That being said, this semester I am tapping into a new, yet not completely foreign area of study that has always been on my "to do" or "to read" lists. To further expand upon and perhaps in a sense remedy my immature ideas on feminism, feminist aesthetics, and my self-identification as a strong woman, I am enrolled in two courses (the only courses I am taking this semester) addressing these issues. And, truly, what an exciting time to do it! Hold your breath. I am not going to slide into a rant on Sarah Palin ( but, god, do I want to!!!!). There are multiple reasons I am leaving this ordeal to continue to fester in my brain. So, I can't make any promises regarding future posts. But to squash the ability for thIS post to easily turn in a diatribe on Palin's and McCain's disgusting display of pseudo-feminism and the mainstream media's coverage of it, I am stopping here, for I need to read before my TA class in 30 mins. However, I will leave you all with the notes and letters of other women addressing these oh-so-prevalent issues being discussed: http://womenagainstsarahpalin.blogspot.com/

Tell me why, oh why...

Despite this week being the week of the Republican National Convention I am feeling uberly optimistic, and I feel like sharing the wealth :P

My life is gearing up the semester, and I couldn't be more excited! Granted this excitement will more than likely turn into panic, I am looking forward to stomping through this semester and the rest of the school year. Bring on the thesis, coursework, TAship, PhD applications, and conferences! Ok, writing all those tasks out just made me want to retreat back to the summer days of sitting on the couch watching BravoTV for hours on end. But I will persevere! And I'm going to have a great, neurotic time doing it!

Obsessing over E!'s Obsession with Kim Kardashian's ASSets

While I haven't been writing on my own blog, I have been writing for another!

Check out my article on FlowTV.org, the online journal I volunteer for. Leave comments and tell me what you think!

"One good thing about music, when it hits...

...you feel no pain". Sure, this Bob Marley quote is probably one of the most over-used sentences listed on people's "Favorite Quotes" section on their Facebook profiles. Nonetheless, I'm feeling a bit awestruck by the ability for some songs to completely change your mood. That said, this just makes me smile:



You can catch more candid performances by a range of other musicians and groups at LaBlogotheque. Late Friday night/ Saturday morning after returning from my evening excursion, I easily spent a good two hours or so watching videos on their site. Oh, alcohol-inspired, musical moments by myself in the wee hours of the night -- a common occurrence in my life. And I love it.

Hi to the Hiatus

Must start writing more...why I haven't been? I really do not have any good excuse. Plus, nothing particularly interesting has happened to me in the past few weeks. Well, perhaps I am lying --I have traveled from Indianapolis to NYC to Chicago to Austin to Dallas to Austin in the month of July. And don't get me wrong -- adventures were had in all places and, thus, contributing to my hiatus. But I don't have a single good explanation as to why I have not been posting since I have been back in Austin (almost two weeks now). Oh, well! Life when it seemingly isn't busy is busy. Now, with all that said, I don't have any major media/ life. shennanigan commentary to attach to this posting (I just woke up -- brain is not functioning in witty mode, yet). However, what I will attach is proof of my travels. Just a few photos from my cross-country excursions:






Just a small taste of my NYC and the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago experiences. Indeed, fun was had and money was spent! Back to "work". C'est tout pour maintenant!

Whew!

Crisis averted...Macbook up and running. Yes, this is a bit late of an update and, yes, a lot of stuff has been going on in my whirlwind of a life, but I thought since I made such a fuss in my last posting I should address the status of the comp. But this is assuming anyone really cares, which I am sure isn't necessarily the case. Nonetheless, blogging is quite narcissistic and, therefore, I am giving any of my blog readers the benefit of the doubt ;)

Now that the update is covered let's get to the crux of this posting: I was raised in where Forbes.com is currently claiming to be the number one place to raise a family. Check out the article -- I ain't lyin'. Corn-fed and well-bred! That's what goes down in the Hamilton County! And lucky for me I grew up in the county seat aka Noblesville, IN, where our high school mascot is a Miller... yes, a glorified farmer. I am a bit curious as to how one can measure this finding over an extended period of time. Sure, I see the value in gauging a city's (or in this case county's) worthy-hood of being a place to raise kids by looking at crime stats, air pollution, cost of living, and the local school systems. But you must also look at the underlying characteristics of such places these levels of criteria give you. I mean -- you can live in BFE, middle-of-freakin' nowhere with no one to potentially rob you, where housing is inexpensive (because no one wants to live there), and where the air is clean because there isn't a single person for miles around. Granted this isn't exactly what Hamilton County is like, you have to take into consideration the aspects of the world and living you don't get or have access to when you live in Noblesville, IN, Suburbia Kansas, or any of the other places on the Forbes list. And I'm not only talking about the convenience of urban amenities. I'm talking mainly about the diversity of opinions, lifestyles, racial and ethnic demographics, political stances, etc. -- the list could go on. Growing up with surroundings that can challenge you to think out of your comfortable, suburban bubble, I think will keep you more open-minded in the end. Obviously, the aim of this Forbes list isn't to tell prospective or current parents where to raise their children to be challengers of the status quo...unless you are a fluke and one of the Haddad kids...

Macbook down! Mackbook down!

This past Friday I had an accident with my Macbook...*sigh*. I have not cried yet, but I'm just waiting for the call from Apple saying "...you need to give us all your NYC spending money...have fun eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and window shopping while your hair makes you look like a small, furry animal died on top of your head because you can't afford to by more hair product...". Then, I will cry and tell them to piss off, because I have a nice head of hair! Keep your fingers crossed that the Apple peeps will work their geek magic and cast a spell on my computer curing it from all hard drive malfunctions...

One thing that has cheered me up is my pops buying the sweetest DVD box set evaaaaaaaa! Jim Henson's Fantasy Film Collection featuring Labyrinth, Mirrormask, and The Dark Crystal is mine! I'm not much a sulker, but now if I find myself slipping into a depressing I-have-no-Macbook mode I can just watch Jen's adventures trying to take down the Skeksis empire or, better yet, see David Bowie "dance magic dance". OMG...my first crush was on David Bowie as the Goblin King. Knowing me know now, is it really surprising that as a 5-year old I was attracted to a man with wild, long hair, lots of make-up, and a tight pair of spandex pants paired with a sweet and sexy blouse? I was so jealous of Jennifer Connelly. That bitch had it all --sexual tension with the Goblin King and stuffed animals that came to life. That is all I ever wanted as a kindergartner.

You know you are jealous that I'll be falling asleep to this tonight:

Out-of-Commission Dancing Queen

I don't usually wear heels, but both Friday and Saturday night this past weekend I strapped them SOBs on and danced my little booty off...and holy crap am I regretting thinking this was a good idea. As a result of this brilliant idea of mine to go out of my element ands squeeze my fat, wide feet into a pair of ho-gear heels, I have made two new friends! I am displeased to introduce:

Augustus



and Gloop




Yes, I named the two blisters on my pinky toes after the chubby, German kid from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (only one of my favorite Roald Dahl novels!). On top of just enjoying the name Augustus Gloop and my attempts at impersonating his accent with a mouth full of chocolate, I feel his gluttony and size perfectly personify my fragmented, chubby toes. And, yes, I posted pictures of my blistered toes on my blog. I think this coincides with my mantra of owning your ridiculousness.

Anyway, the bottom line is my feet + heels = pain. This is a fact I have known for quite sometime. But because of the special events I had going on this weekend including my birthday party and a fancy, family wedding I felt inclined to go against my better judgment...and now I'm paying for it. Back to the flip flops!

Karaoke, Baked Goods, and Thunderstorms

...in the words of Rufus Wainwright, "these are just a couple of my cravings". Baked goods cravings? Undeniable. Karaoke cravings? Inevitable (especially for me)! But thunderstorm cravings? Perhaps, this is questionable. Nonetheless, these three things have consumed much of my summer life to date.

Let's start with karaoke. I've done karaoke three times since I turned in my papers, and I have come to one major conclusion...karaoke is always better when done with a medium to small- sized group. This way you get to sing more. And anyone who has experienced the vocal stylings of Candice Haddad would agree that this is a good thing... not really. I actually am not that good, but honestly this is why smaller groups are better. Someone in your group always has to go, and if you go with nice people who also suck they don't care that you keep getting up there ruining anything from The Pixies to Queen to Whitney Houston. Don't get me completely wrong, I have experienced the large group dynamics of some karaoke bars to be a lot of fun. But I will say that the experience I had at Metro (a gay bar in Indy) a couple years ago kinda turned me off. The evening involved some pitchers of beer, a guy talking about his physic powers, and me waiting till the end of the night (thus, intaking much of that beer...eh) to sing "Bitch" by Meredith Brooks. Let's just say the only people clapping at the end were the two people I went with and me, but only bc I was still "keeping the beat" and didn't realize "Bitch" had ended. Oh, boy! Did it end. We left soon after I got off the stage...

Enough about my traumatic karaoke past, let's move on to baked goods -- specifically CUPCAKES! I have made three batches of cupcakes in the past month or so. And here they are:


Coconut Lime Cupcakes!


Vanilla Cupcakes with Blackberry and Raspberry toppings


Pineapple Right-Side Up Cupcakes

(Yes, each batch had a mini photo shoot. It's summer vaca! What else do you think I'm doing?)

Thanks to Caitlin, I was inspired to buy this vegan cupcake recipe book she flashed in front of my face over a month ago. A couple weeks later I bought it. And as I am sure you can tell, they have indeed taken over my world. The authors note that one of the reasons you should bake these vegan cupcakes is because they are blogworthy-- particularly more blogworthy than ranting about your love life. And I couldn't agree more! As you can see, I have not made any of the chocolate ones yet... who wants cupcakes?!?!

The last thing I want to mention about my summer life thus far is... you've guessed it! Thunderstorms! This shit has been crazy up here in Indiana, and I'm saying this even after the ridiculous hail storms that have been going on in Austin. Many parts of Indiana have experienced a ton of flooding. One of my most favorite places, Bloomington, was hit with major flooding:



And this is one of my favorite corners in Bloomington...the intersection of Kirkwood and Dunn! So crazy!

Another crazy picture I have is of the orange sky that appeared in the middle of one of the first storms that occurred a day or two after I came into town. Grover, the pug, was hesitant to go out...



I freaking love this stuff. It sucks when devastating things happen to communities, but monsoon rain, orange skies, crazy winds, and freakish lightening are so mesmerizing! It used to scare me shitless when I was young. If I had a quarter for every time my family mentions my Weather Channel addiction in elementary school, I wouldn't have any student loans to pay off (ha! right...). Seriously though, I want to be a tornado chaser when I grow up...

Chef Boyar My Momma

My Mom makes a mean carrot cake, and this proves it.

The article says she still gets requests, but she is retired. HA! Not for me...the perks of being Joyce Schneider's daughter.

Recovery

Ugh! I still feel like I am in recovery from this past school year. These past few weeks have been a challenge to feel situated. I feel like I went from going 150mph to abruptly pulling on the e-brake and coming to a complete halt. At first, the break was much needed, and the lack of academic responsibility ( or really having to do any type of work) was completely necessary and relieving, but now I am going a bit stir-crazy. Granted I realize there is not much I can do to get back into a steady routine till I'm back in Austin and my travels are over, I am in dire need of a break from my break. But who am I kidding? This hiatus of hardcore academic work has opened up the flood gates to get my life put back together in all the non-school arenas of my life -- socially, emotionally, physically. The problem is finding the energy and time to do it all post-semester when you brain has turned to Jello. Between friends visiting, packing and moving, wrapping up my assistantship, and preparing to tackle a thesis, I am needing a snap, slap, or kick back into a routine of some sort. Indeed, a creature of habit and stability I am and my root chakra is in dire need of some attention. As much as it kills me to admit it, my trip back to Indiana beginning in two days could not come soon enough.

Schlock

Schlock: noun, Sites of mass consumption often in the form of large cement (sometimes limestone or brick) blocks turned into outside shopping centers, indoor shopping malls, or stand-alone restaurants and stores found throughout the United States-- particularly in suburban areas. Yes, this is my own working definition, but I first heard this word come from my high school senior English Composition teacher, Mr. B (I'll let him remain somewhat anonymous). And it has stuck with me and been part of my vocabulary ever since. For your information, this is also the same teacher who threw a puppet parrot at me from across the room while I gave a speech in front of the class, but this is neither here nor there and is a story for another day. So, I bring up this term schlock now for I am hanging out in Dallas... enough said, right? If you aren't familiar with Dallas, let me explain a bit. Basically, you can find every imaginable chain store, restaurant, or whatever throughout the city (including the 'burbs) in many and multiple locations. Granted this is probably true for most large cities in the United States, there is just something that urks me about Dallas and its whole layout, vibe, population --basically its entire existence. And when I say Dallas I also want to include Fort Worth...oh do I want to include Fort Worth...

During this trip I went to Fort Worth for the first time to go to the Fort Worth Museum of Modern Art. While I overall loved the museum and the art and the entire space and architecture of the building, my experience was a bit tainted during a moment when I looked out from a balcony towards a potentially beautiful view of the museum premises with the cityscape in the background to find a large construction site and a Wendy's billboard robbing this otherwise breathtaking site of any sliver of escapism. Perhaps, I am being too hasty to denounce any ability for there to be some kind of pleasure to be taken from seeing these signs of development and capitalistic endeavors to be enmeshed with modern art and architecture. The more I think about it the more I realize that my view from that balcony was a moment removed from doing exactly the same thing that I was doing immediately prior to and following. Standing in front of a piece of art to interact with it by judging it and looking for its "beauty" is in many ways similar to the position the architecture of the museum presented by having these spaces for reflection on the outside, (post)modern world to be enjoyed (arguably) from within its confines surrounded by modern art. In other words, the more I think about it the more I'm finding similarities between the often ironic beauty and intrigue I found in many of the pieces and the view of the museum compound being loomed over by the city and its schlock. Both sites --at least for me-- mix the ambivalent feelings invoked by escapism, social critique, cultural commentary, capitalism, etc. Truly, the more I think about it the more I sort of appreciate in a weird way that freckled, redhead's mug making her presence known.


(Note: I promise to wait to use the phrase "The more I think about it..." for at least a few more posts.)

Most Awesome Friend of Honor aka MAFoH

MAFoH-- pronounced exactly how it looks. And it is my new word for what I used to call Maid of Honor or Matron of Honor. NO LONGER! I hereby denounce the title of Maid/ Matron of Honor! Ew to the Ma to the id-- I refuse to be called a maid or a matron.

Pardon the random ranting, but I just sent out the RSVP cards for all THREE weddings I am attending this summer. And during these actions of licking the envelopes, signing my name, check marking "will attend" and then writing a number 1 next to it got me thinking about the title of "Maid of Honor" and how I oh-not-so-pleasantly get to mark it on my list of things I have been called.

After rereading my last sentence I see how this sounds reaaallly bad, and I just want to make clear it is not the actual position of, actions associated with, or my badass BFF who has named me her Maid of Honor that I dislike. I am so happy to be Amos's MAFoH. When else is it socially appropriate to buy a 24 pack of penis straws and hand them out at a party? Crap...who am I kidding? I've done this before! But no seriously, I love my Amos. I have known her since 4th grade, and she is one of the most down-to-earth, trustworthy, best of friends a person could ever ask for. I am truly honored that she asked me to play such a huge part in her wedding. Plus, her and Billy might possibly be the coolest couple ever! It is merely the title of Maid that puts an unwanted ruffle in my ruffled underwear. And I can only imagine the convulsions that would ensue after learning of the historical derivations of such titles. This case of ignorance most definitely is bliss.

I wrote it once and I'll write it again. EW! to the MA to the ID. But I LOVE YOU, AMOS! I love you for many reasons, but now more than ever because you aren't making me wear anything anywhere close to this:



or this:




Actually, I probably would wear the second one. If you, Amy, bought your own penis straws and allowed me to house a TBD man under my skirt for the duration of the ceremony, I'd wear it.

Prepare to Read the Ramblings of a Burnout, Scattered Brain:

I love my computer. I love being geeky on my computer. And I love writing. But not this past week--hence, the lack of blog postings. Don't be alarmed (this is almost a moment of talking to myself). I will continue to post. This blog will not go down the gutter like all my past blogs. My brain has just taken a vacation this week. After staring at Microsoft Word nonstop for at least a week and pumping out close to 60 pages of mad, sweet, critical, thought-provoking (arguably) media studies goodness, I have been able to justify doing a lot of nothing. And I say nothing very loosely, bc extending your arm and putting it towards your mouth counts as something...and while doing this movement repeatedly I should not disregard the many interesting things I have added to my list of to-dos this summer. A list includes, but definitely is not limited to:

1) change my cell phone plan to add more texts, 2) go see more live music, 3) learn new recipes-- particularly those using tofu, 4) start running, 5) watch a lot of HBO, 6) see the new Sex and the City movie, 7) go to NYC and Chicago, 8) go to the top of the Empire State Building, 9) find a new drink to replace my go-to vodka tonic, 10) watch Golden Girls reruns, 11) do a lot of karaoke, 12) take my little sister to King's Island, 13) avoid catching Amos's flower bouquet like the plague, 14) sit on Brent's parents couch for at least a 10-hour period w/o moving (unless for food, drink, or restroom break, of course), 15) make my blog spiffier!, 16) see bands I both love and have never heard of at Pitchfork, 17) read a shit-ton, 18) find new restaurants in Austin, 19) find new restaurants in Indianapolis, 20) meet new people, 21) spend time with my "old" people, 22) figure out what PhD programs Im going to apply to, 23) take my dogs on walks, 24) go camping, 25) get a new tattoo, 26) watch a lot of Netflixs, 27)GO PICK UP MY FRIENDS AT THE AIRPORT! YAY!

Meta My Language (or Life), Baby...

I don't really have time to go into major commentary for this video. I am mid- boxing match with Homi Bhabha, and he won't stop mimicking me (ha, had to...). But I think this video "speaks" for itself anyway:


Web 2.0 ... The Machine Is Us/ing Us - More bloopers are a click away

Jimmy Stewart is Not Attractive

He's not --at least to me. In Rear Window I can see the potential for Grace Kelly to find him attractive...maybe. BUT HE DOESN'T MOVE! If he did then I don't think I'd be able to make any excuse for Grace. This isn't supposed to be an "I Hate Jimmy" rant, because I don't hate him. I just don't get "hottie" when I look at him...and don't understand how anyone could/ did.

This may seem to be coming out of nowhere, but nowhere is the land where I live. Nowhere-land filled with Thursday nights, cubes of Cabernet, a shit-ton of Netflixs I need to watch, and celebratory moods (in light of turning in Poco papers!). Needless to say, I watched Vertigo last night. Loved watching it for it had been awhile...but had epiphanies and strong opinions formed in regards to the "hottie" level of Mr. Stewart. I mean it grossed me out watching him and Kim Novak make-out. I'm talking vomit-inducing. Sure, this may be blasphemy to some, but whatevs take Jimmy... just leave me Clarke...



How dapper! How dashing! And he doesn't have a dumb accent.

ANTM Fans Have Humor

I'm still trying to control my laughter from stumbling upon this:





Everyone loves a bat-shit crazy Tyra! If this isn't one of the best examples of textual poaching, then I don't know what is.

Own Your Ridiculousness

I do. Or at least I remind myself to everyday.

I mean have you seen my hair? Or my nose?



Or my feet?



Personally, I like my feet and always have...yet I have been told they aren't as cute as I think they are. But this illustrates my point perfectly! It doesn't matter what other people think. You've got to own it!

And I'm not just talking about physical attributes. Actually, I rather not even focus on the physical (contrary to what posting pictures of myself may suggest). What really matters to me is owning everything else. I mean eeeeeeeeeeeveeeeeeeeeeeryyyyything. Ranging from the stupid things you did in high school to the people you've hurt to the people who have hurt you to the words you can't pronounce to the omelettte you can't flip to the colors you've dyed your hair to the curse words that fly out of your mouth, fucking own it. Own it. Love it. And don't apologize for it.

FYI- That is my sister, Samantha, with me in the pic...just showing off the Haddad Schnozz.

Walter Benjamin, Be Still My Heart!

My second time around reading Walter Benjamin's "The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction" has me sold and swooning over his ideas. Granted he is long gone (and supposedly committed suicide?), I am utterly compelled with this piece and, thus, in love. Given everything one reads has its fair share of criticisms, I just feel like this second time around a lot more clicked and, thus, my level of appreciation rose.

If you know me well, you know I love my highlighters. And if you can judge the impact of a piece on my intellectual enlightenment by the amount of hot pink lines drawn on it, "Work of Art..." is the epitome. I might as well have just soaked the article in hot pink highlighter fluid; I was a highlighting queen while reading it. Yes, I acknowledge I am quite freakish, but whatevs I love reading this and can't wait for the summer so I can read the whole book. If I only could read in German...

Moving Away

Oh, the bittersweetness that is moving away from where you grew up! This run from the middle of January to the end of May will be the longest period of time that I will spend away from Indiana and, thus, my family. Articulating my ambivalence (and I use ambivalence very loosely for I love my life in Austin) about this experience is incredibly hard to do. Articulating the origination of my motivations to do this is even harder. How is it that I out of my entire immediate family (mom, dad, step-mom, and 8 siblings) am the only one not living in the Greater Indianapolis Area? Going even a step further, how am I one of only 4 people (2 living in Chicago) on my Mom's side of the family (2 grandparents, 9 aunts and uncles, 26 grandchildren) to not live in Indiana?

It seems to me the most reoccurring reason people give when talking about why they want to live in (or relatively close to) the place they grew up or where their parents live is because they love their family. Can you gauge the amount of love one has for their family by the proximity to how close you live to them? No! If that was the case I'd be in my Mother's womb!(yes, another vomit inducing moment) So, what is it then that makes me different? Honestly, I'm not looking for an answer, but I still like to think about it.

I once took a personality test that told me that at my darkest moments I feel guilt. Perhaps, this is one of those moments. But it is so bright and sunny outside!

No words...only laughs

And I laugh to keeping myself from crying ;)

You Can't Make This Shiz Up!

As some of you may know, my projected thesis project is going to be looking at M.I.A. My initial (I'm still in the initial phase of conjuring up this project) impulse for wanting to write about her stem from a number of reasons: 1) she is rad, 2) I love her music, and 3) discursively-speaking (and more than just saying how I like her different colored leggings, bc this is true, too), she is presented as a culturally hybrid subject, and as I argued in my midterm paper (a textual analysis of "Paper Planes"), she is very much so framed as an organic intellectual who speaks about immigration, assimilation into mainstream, capitalistic culture, and a number of other interesting things. I can go on for there are many other reasons, but I don't feel like rewriting the abstract for my practice proposal.

My point really of this post is to share a short example of this goodness that is M.I.A. During a short interview by Pitchfork, M.I.A. comments on the ways in which U.S. media portray her. She says, "...And I just find it a bit upsetting and kind of insulting that I can't have any ideas on my own because I'm a female or that people from undeveloped countries can't have ideas of their own unless it's backed up by someone who's blond-haired and blue-eyed."

Go here to read the rest of the article.

Thanks to Jacqueline for finding and sending this to me!

And just for some "salt and pepper my mango" fun:

Creativity is Inspiring!

Thanks to my little bro, Andrew, I discovered this sweet musician:




I think I could listen to him do his thing for hours. Erik Mongrain, hailing from Montreal, is his name, and he strums and drums gorgeously.


And an excerpt from our gchat convo just because:

me: the interwebs are great
Andrew: i love the googles

Miss you, Andrew!!!

Old People Rock!

My Head Hurts...

...but I still love life. How can one not? I don't really have an objective for writing this posting (it's about time I live up to the tile of this blog, raaaaant), but I just feel like I have a lot of thoughts running around in my brain-- all great thoughts. Call me naive. Call me fruity. Call me over-estimating. But for a person who could point to all the shitty things going on her life, I am quite happy, grateful, full of love, and so optimistic. It is kind of disgusting when I think about it. But, truly, the only thing that sucks right now is that my head hurts (product of a great night with great friends!). Besides mentioning that now, I refuse to focus on the negative. I am probably tingling many people's gagging reflex now, but screw you guys. I am happy.

I mean how can you not be happy about life when our mediascape is complimented with ferociously sexy music videos with Madonna and JT getting slutty and showing their insides on the outside:



Madonna in a nude leotard dancing with a scruffy Justin Timerlake while Timbaland is yelling out 4 mins makes me so excited about being a 50- year old hottie. And anyone doubting my future as one can go ahead and kick themselves in the arse. I'm doing it au natural, too. No one is going to inject junk into me or cut up my waist. I'll do it via oranges and moisturizer. Ok, maybe my naiveté is being revealed now, but I'm still going to be aaamazing just by owning my saggy breasts. Vive les personnes âgées!

Livin' Single...

In light of my recent life altering event/ decision, I feel like subjecting any and all of the readers of my blog (if there is any) to this sweet blast from the 90s past:

Check, check, check it out!

Obama vs Clinton in the Senate

I just found this great site on Digg breaking down the bills that have been passed and proposed by each candidate. This is the information we need to know to be able to make the correct choice. And if you don't trust what this lady is saying follow the links and look it up. Quite insightful and important information!

Obama For My Mama

Last night, I went to the Obama Rally in front of the Texas Capital building, and it was awesome!

Here are some of the videos I took of his speech (pardon the shaky hand):






We were very close. The video doesn't do it justice!

Update

After hanging out on Wikipedia looking up info for leading class discussion on Wednesday, I found out that Foucault died on my exact date of birth, June 25, 1984. Coincidence....? Probably...

On this same page they also list people who were born and "major" events. And is the fact that both Busy Philipps and Linda Cardellini, the two female stars of Freaks and Geek which I just finished watching last week (thank you Netflix!), also share my birthday a coincidence? This I find hard not to believe.

First Conference: Mission Accomplished

Yay! Got back from the SW/ TX PCA conference in Albuquerque on Friday, and I feel it is safe to say that it was a success. My 8am Thursday morning Reality TV Panel couldn't have gone any better. I shook off the nerves, made a good presentation, and received some great feedback.

Next up: Attending (not presenting) the SCMS Conference in Philadelphia, PA March 6 - 10

Discipline and Punishment

This is what happens when you stay indoors too long reading Foucault:


You start naming your biceps after books written about prisons, panopticism, power, and other sweet, sweet nothings. Nah, I enjoy and respect these readings, but that still doesn't take away from the fact that I didn't get my much needed daily dose of organic Vitamin D.

Yup

I think this is around my 3rd to 4th attempt at setting up and maintaining a blog. Every previous blog I began I would start with a post detailing how I think I will use my blog, my views on life, and whatever witty (or efforts at wit) ideas of what I thought people should know about me. Seeing how those blogs did not pan out, I will spare any potential reader from my "intro to blogging post". That said, let's do this...