Monday, March 30, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Steak.
will probably be the topic of my NEXT blog. As will Radiohead. Stay tuned!
Lo Ling; listening to: "Buttons" by Sia (yes still-- I am obsessed); 8:02pm (later than it should be); UCLA; feeling: fresh.
Aaaaaaalright.
Finally. I have decided to return. Not that I ever decided to go on this "Sabbatical" (<--new word of the day, I just learned what it meant), but apparently it just so happened. And I just needed to use the word "Sabbatical". =p Speaking of the Sabbath and other unrelated religious topics... I must start believing in miracles. No, it is not because I am in dire need of a miracle (well...)
Rather, because every time I claim to somebody "There are no miracles"-- I can feel Somebody Else, looking down on me with His sad head, and I shudder.
I believe in God-- strongly.
Right?
How can someone who so strongly believes in God and His might dare to deny that he can and will and does provide us
Hm?
HOW?
So I think, if I really believed in God, then I would believe in miracles.
I must now believe in miracles.
I believe in miracles.
I suppose since I pretty much shared no new insight into the way I see the world or life or the UCLA campus with this post as is the general (and now shifting) theme of this blog-- what I just shared will only have real significance if I now ask you to share with me your thoughts--and then you do.
Which is great because don't I always ask you to do that anyway? ;)
So let me have it, let me hear it. Miracles, non-miracles, God, etc.
Oh and. The new pictures every week are taking a new form now. I think I'm going to lose the side panel pictures and just post the pictures within body, like so:
I'm also thinking about losing the slideshow at the top-- yes/no?
And I'm also going to start archiving my Current fixes. Cool? Cool.
And now I will leave you with--
"Things that came up today":
OH AND
last thing
last thing on the "things that came up today" is actually a result of a "thing that came up today" (which has been haunting me for a while), and it is this nuisance-blessing of a desire to create collaborate to push and to breathe. If you're my friend out there wanting to do exactly that please let me know because I am truly feeling like a starving artist*.
*Starving artist: vastly craving art. i dont mean that what i have created is so sucky that no one will buy it. although this may be true too. HA HA
Lo Ling; listening to: "Buttons" by Sia (yes still-- I am obsessed); 8:02pm (later than it should be); UCLA; feeling: fresh.
Aaaaaaalright.
Finally. I have decided to return. Not that I ever decided to go on this "Sabbatical" (<--new word of the day, I just learned what it meant), but apparently it just so happened. And I just needed to use the word "Sabbatical". =p Speaking of the Sabbath and other unrelated religious topics... I must start believing in miracles. No, it is not because I am in dire need of a miracle (well...)
Rather, because every time I claim to somebody "There are no miracles"-- I can feel Somebody Else, looking down on me with His sad head, and I shudder.
I believe in God-- strongly.
Right?
How can someone who so strongly believes in God and His might dare to deny that he can and will and does provide us
| 1. | an effect or extraordinary event in the physical world that surpasses all known human or natural powers and is ascribed to a supernatural cause. |
| 2. | such an effect or event manifesting or considered as a work of God. |
| 3. | a wonder; marvel. |
| 4. | a wonderful or surpassing example of some quality: a miracle of modern acoustics. |
Hm?
HOW?
So I think, if I really believed in God, then I would believe in miracles.
I must now believe in miracles.
I believe in miracles.
I suppose since I pretty much shared no new insight into the way I see the world or life or the UCLA campus with this post as is the general (and now shifting) theme of this blog-- what I just shared will only have real significance if I now ask you to share with me your thoughts--and then you do.
Which is great because don't I always ask you to do that anyway? ;)
So let me have it, let me hear it. Miracles, non-miracles, God, etc.
Oh and. The new pictures every week are taking a new form now. I think I'm going to lose the side panel pictures and just post the pictures within body, like so:
I'm also thinking about losing the slideshow at the top-- yes/no?
And I'm also going to start archiving my Current fixes. Cool? Cool.
And now I will leave you with--
"Things that came up today":
- Yale. On the Road. Kerouac.
- No Doubt "Sunday Morning" (1996)
- D12 "My Band"
- Sabbatical
- Maison Martin Margiela
OH AND
last thing
last thing on the "things that came up today" is actually a result of a "thing that came up today" (which has been haunting me for a while), and it is this nuisance-blessing of a desire to create collaborate to push and to breathe. If you're my friend out there wanting to do exactly that please let me know because I am truly feeling like a starving artist*.
*Starving artist: vastly craving art. i dont mean that what i have created is so sucky that no one will buy it. although this may be true too. HA HA
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
to the girl in her heels
here's how to do it right.
Today as I sidled into my seat, coming to greet my gourmet cottage cheese and strawberry jam concoction of epic flavorful proportions, I glanced over to the stir-fry chicken line and was instead distracted by the pair of bright blue pants heading my way. But it wasn't my mind telling me that my purchase a few weeks ago of the purple pants were the better buy for me that was causing the commotion in my head. It was this girl's shoes-- rather, how she looked in them.
Neurons fire at 200 meters per second. In just a few milliseconds I was able to think each of these thoughts leading to the next, ultimately leading up to my final thought --which I definitely hope you all read.
1. Nice shoes.
2. Wait.
3. Oh my gosh you look like you are about to slip-- fall over?
4. Oh wait you are about to fall over
5. No you just look like that
6. Should I get up to help you or not???
7. You're gone now
8. Walking in heels is a vital skill. I feel bad for this girl.
9. Nice pants though. Poor shoes.
10. Wait! I will not allow myself to feel bad. In fact I will help her in her heels get glad.
11. I'm really good with alliterations.
Anyway. Simple trick, and it will make your life. Ready??????????????
Sigh now I've built it up. Anyway,
Just lean back! Trust me. Lean back on your heels and the rest of your spine, bosom, butt, BLAH will fall into place. Now go. Don't make me get up to save you at least until I'm done with this cottage cheese. Yum.
Today as I sidled into my seat, coming to greet my gourmet cottage cheese and strawberry jam concoction of epic flavorful proportions, I glanced over to the stir-fry chicken line and was instead distracted by the pair of bright blue pants heading my way. But it wasn't my mind telling me that my purchase a few weeks ago of the purple pants were the better buy for me that was causing the commotion in my head. It was this girl's shoes-- rather, how she looked in them.
Neurons fire at 200 meters per second. In just a few milliseconds I was able to think each of these thoughts leading to the next, ultimately leading up to my final thought --which I definitely hope you all read.
1. Nice shoes.
2. Wait.
3. Oh my gosh you look like you are about to slip-- fall over?
4. Oh wait you are about to fall over
5. No you just look like that
6. Should I get up to help you or not???
7. You're gone now
8. Walking in heels is a vital skill. I feel bad for this girl.
9. Nice pants though. Poor shoes.
10. Wait! I will not allow myself to feel bad. In fact I will help her in her heels get glad.
11. I'm really good with alliterations.
Anyway. Simple trick, and it will make your life. Ready??????????????
Sigh now I've built it up. Anyway,
Just lean back! Trust me. Lean back on your heels and the rest of your spine, bosom, butt, BLAH will fall into place. Now go. Don't make me get up to save you at least until I'm done with this cottage cheese. Yum.
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