Nylon windbreaker with an elastic hem, wide sleeve and half-hood? Really? Fashion, have you learned nothing from your mistakes? What grudge do you harbor against women?
11.19.2008
Dead is the New Black
10.01.2008
9.22.2008
9.17.2008
QotD: Theme Song
What is your theme song?"Who's That Girl With the Barbie Girl Sweater On?" by Shaquille O'Neal
Submitted by Spanglish
9.12.2008
Have some sympathy, and some taste
Last Wednesday I had the day off and decided to high-tail it out of the Tetons and visit Rexburg. I didn't realize just how much I missed the place, much less that I ever would miss Rexburg so much. Everywhere I went I was bumping into friends, memories, and just other Mormons. Jackson is great and all, but I just can't relate. I truly love my little Idaho town.
On the drive there, I got to thinking about my musical taste, and how it's evolved over the years. In middle school I went through a big 50's phase, cherishing Buddy Holly like no other. In high school I was all about punk/emo/whatever everyone else was listening to, but when I graduated and left for Portland I really came into my own. I got into Bowie, Zeppelin, Dylan, and finally, the Beatles via the White Album.Of course I embraced Portland's scene (Sleater-Kinney had been a favorite of mine my junior year), but it was never the first thing I reached for. Last year I was all about the 80's, (especially in China, for some reason) picking up all the New Order, Joy Division, and Talking Heads I could fit in my iPod.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that my tastes have evolved chronologically, and I think I've finally reached 2008. Or at least 2006. I've currently been obsessing over Grizzly Bear, Animal Collective, Sufjan Stevens, TV on the Radio, Patrick Wolf, M.I.A., and St. Vincent, to name a few. I think I completely bypassed the 90's because I grew up in that decade and got my fill of it simply living out each year. I have no interest for that Spin Doctors, Polaris, or Nirvana sound.
I find I tend to abuse my listening as well. I'll listen to one song, one album, over and over until it has fleshed itself out all over a time period in my life. Like a permanent stamp on a memory, and no matter how good or bad that memory is, I won't go back to that artist/era because I want to build something new in my life now. I'll probably abandon whatever I'm listening to now once my job here ends because that was the Teton playlist and now I'm in Texas, New York, Missouri, wherever. I tried to play some Zeppelin on my Rexburg drive and I couldn't even get through the first song. On went Sufjan.
Lately I've been trading through artists at a rapid-fire pace. Where I used to dedicate years to the artists I loved, now I exchange them every semester, every month. I think it's more because I can't find anything to sink my teeth into anymore. I get turned on easy, then I get bored easy. It's hard to find lyrics I can identify with, it seems all I relate to anymore is the sound, with the vocals acting as their own instrument. I was reading over those "mini-playlists" in the previous post and realized that for the Teton one, lyrically it meant nothing. And the song's that remind me of my boyfriend came from playlists and albums he gave me, intentionally with romantic themes. Some half-assed Aquabats songs also remind me of him, in a good way, just because we were in his apartment when they were playing.
Anyway. Time to go to work.
8.23.2008
All my days, spend them with you
Oh, the Teets. Oh, Yellowstone. Here's just a few snapshots of my camping, hiking, boating, horseback riding, working-with-tourists adventures.
Here's some mini playlists that remind me of:
Those Grand Tetons:
1. Easier Grizzly Bear
2. Romulus Sufjan Stevens
3. No Cars Go The Arcade Fire
4. Great Big Whale Johan the Angel
5. Another One Goes By The Walkmen
My Moon, My Man:
1. This Must Be the Place Talking Heads
2. Ambulance TV on the Radio
3. True Love Will Find You In The End Daniel Johnston
4. Prescilla Bat for Lashes
5. Soul & the Sea Joshua James
I miss him a lot. We'll be living it up in October, though, once my time here ends. Season closes for the piles of snow that are just threatening to burst from the sky next month.
7.23.2008
I'm a long time feeling
I know the photo quality blows, but here's that poster I made with my very own graphic designer:
7.14.2008
Wolf Like Me
This isn't the photographer--the photographer is long gone. To put the story lightly, he was just so selfish, and could really drag his claws out on me if he was in the mood. I'm mad at myself for getting wrapped up in him for so long. I cut it off, once and for all. So here is the actor, my best-friend-since-March-turned-boyfriend. Being with him is such a turnaround from the photographer, I feel so happy and full all the time. Declawing isn't even necessary.
7.08.2008
You've got a face with a view
I don't really know anymore. I've made so many plans this year, some were bound to collapse. Or at least morph. I've switched so many things around: semesters, jobs, boyfriends, projects, pet names for my iPod.
Tomorrow I'm meeting with a graphic designer to create my vision for the new Outlet poster, which I want to look the way "Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell," by the Flaming Lips sounds.
Did everyone have a good Fourth? I hope so.
6.24.2008
6.18.2008
Do the D.A.N.C.E.
I want to show off some photos of me doing something really hip and pretentious but I guess this will have to do:
FYI, I'm graduating next semester (finally). Time to explain this internship expedition I keep alluding to: this October I'm going to NYC for a week--I'll be meeting with Random House, Hachette Book Group, and Simon & Schuster. It's basically a long, intimidating, competitive, and fun series of interviews. I'm excited as I'll get out, but the internships themselves are for next summer. That leaves me with an awkward empty winter semester, with nothing to do but work to afford my NYC time. But who knows, the photographer is graduating this semester and moving to Colorado--and has made no secret of his desire for me to join him. Who knows, who knows?
6.13.2008
Heaven is a feeling I get in your arms
So it snowed yesterday. And today it's sunny as ever. Oh, Idaho, you and your summer antics.
What have I been up to? Well, honestly, I'm dating the photographer again. We saw Ghostland Observatory down in SLC together, a band he's apparently friends with, so I got to meet them after the show. Nice guys. And then I went to Portland for the weekend and had a BLAST. I miss my family, my friends, and stomping grounds oh so much.
Now I'm going to go out and enjoy the summer weather while it lasts. Oh, and Happy Friday the 13th! We're having a cliche scary movie marathon tonight to celebrate.
5.23.2008
We don't care about the young folks
Have I mentioned that I plan on going into YA publishing? That's the whole reason I'm reinventing Outlet, taking an internship expedition to Random House, meeting with Glimmer Train next weekend (hopefully), and frankly, why I write in this blog. It's all experience, of course, and stuff that keeps me writing/editing. But why YA? It's a guilty pleasure, really. YA is so fun, and just imagine the book tours. Each week I check the bestseller lists and various YA authors/librarians blogs, then go nuts at the bookstore. To me, discovering the latest teen novel is like discovering a new band. Something similar to:
OMG Vampire Weekend! Have you read Repossessed?
or
Hells yeah Coconut Records! Let's get some Audrey, Wait!.
5.22.2008
Sh-sh-shame
Yesterday, three spiders crawled out of my grammar workbook. While I was working in it. In class. Three. Omg, Wtf?
5.16.2008
I left the photographer
I feel terrible. Miserable. Confused. I broke up with my boyfriend two days ago, for the second time. I can't describe it, I don't understand. When I was with him I felt wonderful; but when apart I just couldn't ignore this gnawing feeling. I would come home feeling miserable, like there was something terrible going on all around me that I just couldn't see. And the more we were together, the more I felt like I was something happening to him rather than someone special that he actually cared for. Considering I chose him over someone else who liked me (which sent our friends into strange division) it seemed I was more his prize than his Jules. Remember my complaining about how much dating I've been doing lately? My other ex-boyfriend called me last night, and I currently have two guys pursuing me now that they know I'm single. A year ago, if I knew I was going to be having these problems, I would have been ecstatic. I've never had this kind of romantic attention ever.
So why aren't I playing the role of Cleopatra and lavishing the onslaught? Because it's ridiculous--I feel miserable and like I'm causing misery with each heart I come across. I've never been this girl before. This is a whirlwind and I can't get my head on straight, my eyes focused, my feet back on the ground or my hands out of the way from being run over.
5.12.2008
QotD: My Biggest Fear
What is your deepest, darkest fear?Abandoned and drowning in the dark, cold open sea. At night. Sharks.
Submitted by [Susan].
Or if you mean my deepest emotional fear, I would say abandonment in general.
5.06.2008
Poems: I wrote them
"She is not a python" by Sleater
She is
not
a python
"She is not a python #2" by Sleater
She is
not
a python
And she will play with the pythons no more
"Venom" by Sleater
Their venom stung
dug
deep
And it was not sweet
5.03.2008
This should be easier
This is my favorite blog. I'm not too crazy about the look of it, but I enjoy writing in it the most.
A new semester has started and I find myself restless. It's sad that I haven't graduated yet, but what else can I expect after taking a year off and going to China? I feel good in my degree and career path, I'll be heading to New York soon for an internship expedition with Random House, and I'll be in Portland soon for my cousin's graduation. I can't wait to see everyone again, even though it will only be for a weekend.
Things have been crazy. After much prayer and deliberation, I'm going to cut parts of my life out. My scissors are ready to go, I just need to get my courage up. I never thought I would run into this problem in Rexburg, Idaho. Or any part of Idaho, for that matter.
4.18.2008
Let's get some models for wives
Long time no write! I've been experimenting with a few blogs lately, but none seem to stick with me. I remembered this one and thought I'd give it a go. And my keyboard is magically working again so the task of typing isn't so hazardous to my health.
What can I say? I'm back from China, I've got a new hairdo, I'm back at Rexburg, I've got a new Gwen-inspired layout (guilt-free, I might add) and I've been dating like crazy. I only mention that because my first year here I dated zero-zip after my broken engagement, but now I'm back on my two romantic feet. I made a resolution to date more this year and so far it's gone a little too well. I'm off the dating deep-end and getting sick of it. I just want to find my one and only and stick with him. Though a free meal every weekend has had its perks.
Oh, and how was China? How can I summarize an entire five months in a single sentence? How about "Dang, this sleeper bus got no shocks," or "I just ate an entire dog," or "You mean you have five kids?" or "Jerry, stop it!" I taught English, remember? It's my kids I miss the most.
In Mormon news, I got my temple recommend and have made it a goal to attend once a week. I've made a lot of goals this year and have actually stuck with them. Crazy, huh? Usually they slide right out from under me after two weeks, but so far, life is sweet and looking up in the beautiful dedication I've discovered I can manage.
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