Universal Law

Being trashy is not classy.

Mmm, Whatcha Say

I rediscovered Imogen Heap today. I keep forgetting about her, then her music pops into my head and I remember how awesome she is. I've been listening to "Hide and Seek" over and over again. Just a warning: she does say the not-nice version of "heck" at the beginning. If you want to bypass that and still get a slice of her utter coolness, skip ahead to 1:12. If you want to hear a live version where it's easier to distinguish the separation of her voice from the electronic editing/adding she does, here it is. Amazing, no?

Also, I keep forgetting about and then re-remembering Zee Avi. She's Malaysian. She's awesome. Not that the two are necessarily inclusive or exclusive--just a detail for you. Her music often makes me feel very chill and generates feelings of good will. I finally got her CD recently (thanks, Kegan) and I'm impressed. A lot of her songs are very sweet, but some are downright sad or intense. And what can I say? I love a good sad song.

Now it's twenty-seven minutes

I have nothing to do for the next forty-nine minutes. I just typed a few sentences, then deleted them. I was about to leave since I didn't really have anything to say... but since I'm here... I mean, come on! Who's this blog for anyway? Exactly. I think I might be ashamed of this post later. But it's too late now. Not really, actually. I've been known to delete posts days after I've posted them. In retrospect, most things that I write seem horrible and embarrassing. Until I actually READ them again. Then I'm usually not so ashamed. I had a recent example of this. A few days ago I posted something. Then I worked myself up into such a frenzy of shame that I just nixed the whole thing. A few mouse clicks and poof. Bam. Zip. Zappo. Zilch. It was gone. The ol' anxiety levels simmered down and I breathed a (figurative) sigh of relief.

I should probably just give in and start one of those cute married blogs. But that's not really my style. At least, not right now. I think if I created one I would start trying to think of things for me and Kegan to do (apple picking, pole vaulting, canyon hiking)--just so I could post pictures and write charming captions. Maybe when we have six beautiful, bouncing, Danish-Japanese children. Yeah. I'll probably start a married blog then. Oh, the things we all have to look forward to.

Today I've decided to spotlight my English grammar professor (yes, I did pick that up from Relief Society. Just run with it), Dr. Chapman. Great guy. Great class. I can't say that that class is exciting... but for some reason I'm always in a stellar mood when I'm in there. Dr. Chapman is always getting distracted. There are generally two to three times during each class period when he says, "There was this one time--but, I won't tell it. It'll get us all off topic..." or "So, I knew this guy--but I won't say..." and then he always, ALWAYS proceeds to tell us. There's a great feeling of camaraderie in the class. People are always cracking jokes (I'm one of those people--you wouldn't believe how witty I can be in grammar class) and laughing. A real party. I would like to share a few quotes with you from Dr. Chapman, just so you can get a feel for his personality:

In talking about our recent midterm,
"That's how you get a higher score--if there's not a fog."

I don't even remember why he said this:
"I saw my uncle furloughed from jail last week--he asked for some pomade."

And in our discussion of adverbs versus adverbials:
"Very many adverbs started their lives as nouns."

Since I'm still hanging around, I would just like to mention that today in Spanish lit the whole class sang all the verses of "Bohemian Rhapsody," courtesy of Hermana Bonyata and Queen. She hinted that we all wanted to play the air guitar. We did--but no one had the guts to stand up and do a solo.

Fashion Reminiscence, part I

Do you remember several years back when a big fashion trend was wearing those shirts with the inane sayings on them? Like, "Your boyfriend thinks I'm cute," and "Angel," and "Saucy diva," etc. And guys were sporting shirts that said things like "I love hot moms," or the ever popular--never classy--pink polo with a popped collar.

I don't miss those days.

But I wonder where all those awful shirts have gone. I haven't seen a "princess" or "bad girlz" shirt in a long time. They must be somewhere. I like to imagine them in the back corners of dark closets. Gathering dust and shame, never to see the light of day again.

People Get Ready

I have loved Eva Cassidy's music since the I first heard it when I was fifteen. Then I met Ms. Reasor and found out she had grown up listening to Eva. Serendipitous.