But I'm a specific kinds of app happy (so really I'm an app snob. . . but what else is new?) I'll tell you what else is new: my Museum Mate app, MOMA app and French Word of the Day app. Oh and my iPhone 4. He is sleek and lovely and so handy. And by handy I mean there may be a budding love affair between my iPhone 4 and myself. He is everything a young phone ought to be: useful, musical, artistic and international. I can listen to This American Life one minute and then look up some slightly reliable information about the Bermuda Triangle on my Wiki app and then find a recipe for zucchini cake on Epicurious app and then text i'll be="" there="" in="" a=" It's pure magic people, pure magic. But the thing is, I haven't found just the right name for him. I have this compulsion. I don't believe it has a name but it is about names. I just have to name major objects in my life. Car? Named Ace. Cello? Darcey. MacBook? Mac Jacobs. Suitcase? Pierre. And so on. I've never named a phone before, but then again I've never had a phone worth naming. But for some reason I'm stumped on iPhone. We've lived together for about a week now (I can't imagine life without him anymore) but I've not been able to come up with a suitable name. Do they have the top iPhone Names 2010 book in library
Monday, August 16, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
What are you reading this summer? I've been beavering away at all sorts of literature (and by literature I mean all the things I don't really have time for during the school year) and today I finished reading my latest quest (recommended to me by my mama and her reading group). I can't really stop thinking about it or talking about it, so I just had to share it. It's this novel right here:
Have you read it yet? No? Then all I have to say is do it. You. Will. Be. Changed. Maybe not in a drastic way, but it will make you think, and think hard. It takes place is Mississippi in the early to mid 1960s, it's told from the perspective of two black maids and a white girl (the novel is divided into sections, with each woman taking a section). And I think it's nothing short of brilliant. It is a personal and poignant look at segregation, prejudices and how wrong ideas can be passed from generation to generation and the fight to changes those ideas. But even with all these lofty sorts of themes, it is a humble and unassuming read. It is real and therefore so beautiful. Not much of a reader? (become one) Then listen to it on tape, cd, mp3 or whatever, because not only is it a wonderful read to yourself book, it's a wonderful read aloud novel. And the readers are fabulous. I sit and listen with Mama (she's behind me in the book, but I love it so much I want to listen to what I just read) and embroider and then before you know it, we're speaking with our best Southern accents all about what we just heard. If you read nothing else this summer (and I surely hope you do choose to crack the spine of another this season) read The Help. Tell me what you think about it.
Have you read it yet? No? Then all I have to say is do it. You. Will. Be. Changed. Maybe not in a drastic way, but it will make you think, and think hard. It takes place is Mississippi in the early to mid 1960s, it's told from the perspective of two black maids and a white girl (the novel is divided into sections, with each woman taking a section). And I think it's nothing short of brilliant. It is a personal and poignant look at segregation, prejudices and how wrong ideas can be passed from generation to generation and the fight to changes those ideas. But even with all these lofty sorts of themes, it is a humble and unassuming read. It is real and therefore so beautiful. Not much of a reader? (become one) Then listen to it on tape, cd, mp3 or whatever, because not only is it a wonderful read to yourself book, it's a wonderful read aloud novel. And the readers are fabulous. I sit and listen with Mama (she's behind me in the book, but I love it so much I want to listen to what I just read) and embroider and then before you know it, we're speaking with our best Southern accents all about what we just heard. If you read nothing else this summer (and I surely hope you do choose to crack the spine of another this season) read The Help. Tell me what you think about it.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I won't even acknowledge the time that's lapsed since my last post (it's been much too much), but I needed some time to process and love and revel in my Paris time. And time to juice the Jamba and embroider and watch a bit of tv. Oh the tv. Here's the truth of the matter: there are some crap shows on the tube . . .but then again there are good ones . . .really, really good ones. I am of the Project Runway (PR, which started again last Thursday, I don't even think I need to say anything about how excited I've been about that), So You Think You Can Dance school of thought. You know, the idea that the show ought to have some kind of contest element but really features the creative process of brilliant, sometimes neurotic but always interesting characters who beg for me to become invested . . . and I get invested. Boy howdy, do I ever get invested.Well, a new show has come into my life. A new vice as it were and a new set of people who have no idea of who I am but who I love and whose future I really care about. Bravo TV has done it again and this time it's called Work of Art (or affectionately known as Our Art Show, here on Alexander's Tr.). 
[There's the whole art-making crew, along with the judges, host and Tim Gunn-esque figure. Don't you just want to watch them make art all day? I sure do.] Think PR but only with visual art. Squeal!! I lalalove it! And I'm basically in love as well. (as I write this, I shake my head at myself for putting so much of my emotional self into a tv program. But c'est la vie). Who/what am I in love with? Well I'm in love with the creative process, the art and the idea that the winner will have a show in the Brooklyn Museum of Art (what a great prize) but I'm mostly in love with a few people . . .or rather person. I suppose it's rather embarrassing to admit, but with so much neurotic adorableness about, who can blame me?
There he is. Miles. Miles the adorable, obsessive compulsive artist just oozing with talent and funny sayings and just . . .well . . .look at him. He wears plaid and this grandpa cardigan. And. And. Well. Just look.
[There's the whole art-making crew, along with the judges, host and Tim Gunn-esque figure. Don't you just want to watch them make art all day? I sure do.] Think PR but only with visual art. Squeal!! I lalalove it! And I'm basically in love as well. (as I write this, I shake my head at myself for putting so much of my emotional self into a tv program. But c'est la vie). Who/what am I in love with? Well I'm in love with the creative process, the art and the idea that the winner will have a show in the Brooklyn Museum of Art (what a great prize) but I'm mostly in love with a few people . . .or rather person. I suppose it's rather embarrassing to admit, but with so much neurotic adorableness about, who can blame me?
There he is. Miles. Miles the adorable, obsessive compulsive artist just oozing with talent and funny sayings and just . . .well . . .look at him. He wears plaid and this grandpa cardigan. And. And. Well. Just look.
I know what you're thinking: Fat sack of aproned preciousness. Right? And don't I know it.
Sure he crazy, but the guy can take a nap because he feels overwhelmed and then wake up with a stroke of genius idea that he inevitably executes in the most meaningful way. Basically, he could be my best friend. Do they have one like him at BYU? But don't take my word for it. Watch it, love it. And I'll even let you love Miles . . .
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