A Matter of Taste

I have a deep, passionate, disemboweling appreciation for Animal Collective. And by that I just mean they're pretty cool and I like to play their tunes every once in a while, especially their latest album.

I love living in Moscow but sometimes I feel like I'm in the Great & Spacious Building. Stuff is a top priority out here. The scent of materialism is thick and foggy. This gloomy, glittery city echoes high heel clacks off of St. Basil's. I feel sorry for the rest of the Russian Federation.


Article for some lite reading: Keeping up with the Joneskis.


am I really all the things that are outside of me?
would I complete myself without the things I like around?

The Skinniest Ol' Jeans in the Whole Wide World

Lately I've been reading through journal entries from days long past and coming across entries where I state I'm feeling a creative burst. Like "This film was inspiring," or "I just love the work of Ray Bradbury," or "I just bought some red go-go boots!" Others highlight a creative slump: "There's a void where my pen used to be," "I feel so behind the times, I don't even own a lomo," or "I got up early to work out today but instead made nachos."

When you're young you're working to become someone, either by working in college towards career aspirations or working spiritually or artistically or trying to find out who you are or whatever. You wake up in the morning and you don't know what to wear school. Your attempt at a heartfelt novel is lacking because all you can write about are 20-somethings addicted to drugs though you haven't tried any. When all else fails you turn to your digital camera, because you can hide the pain in your fashionable wardrobe and cheeky avatar.

Times have changed. Life is just different now. I don't write novels, my mom does. No more dating woes, now I date my husband. Taxes, bills, health care and groceries are suddenly upfront dealwithmenow concerns. I didn't have Facebook as a kid, it wasn't even around--just a Geocities homepage and three friends who were anything close to internetty. Now the whole world is on Facebook and inviting me to "I need your number!!" events. The first time I saw skinny jeans I thought "sicky gross gross." Now I have a closet full and groan if I have to wear those required flared khakis to work. Wait, no, I don't even have a khaki pants job anymore. Now Showing: My Life in Black Pencil Skirts.

I'm not old by any means, I'm 24. My egocentric journal entires are fewer and far between now that I'm done with my coming-of-age story. It's all of-age-and-counting from here on out. Now, I write about other people. My husband, my friends, my family, my desire to have children, my sister's desire to have children, the children I teach in Moscow. I get to write about Moscow! My husband and I are doing what most couples have to wait to do after retirement, after kids are raised and gone, after debt is reined in to a manageable state. But here we are, poor as can be, living it up in glamorous and gloomy Moscow.

I'm happier now than I was growing up.

Teenagers. by Jules featuring Alexander Wang tops

Oh that Fashion

I'm into fashion, but not in such a way that I'd ever blog about it.

LIES.

Behold:

But really, I don't think I'll ever post pictures of myself pantless in a poofy shouldered blazer with an oversized beanie and my head cocked to the side like I don't realize I'm taking a picture of myself.

Blogging vs. Jules

So I'm going to try this blogging thing out. Blogging and I have actually been acquainted for a long time, what with the worlds of livejournal, vox, and pitas, but I kind of want to start afresh. Kind of like getting a new date for the weekend. Friday's dinner didn't work out but you're like "Saturday brunch right around the corner! Hope he takes me to Thai! No,really, I'd be into that at like 11am." So here I go with Blogspot, capitalized for respect. Honestly the only reason I got this thing is because EVERYBODY uses Blogspot. I really loved my vox but I couldn't HTML it the way I wanted so here goes Saturday brunch.

How about a video! Yeah!

And a link to a site I love but can't afford, boo.
http://www.pixiemarket.com/

Lion in a coma

I love keeping up with various friends on blogs. Unfortunetley, my closest buds don't bother blogging, or Facebooking for that matter. Actually, I'm not consistent enough with Facebook either. Oh, well.

I've been up to so much lately. I twisted my ankle longboarding a month ago while power sliding but it's all fine now. I went power sliding again this weekend just fine. I wish I had several photos to post of my new longboarding past time; hopefully I will later. Since I've gone through life with no athletic ambition whatsoever longboarding is a pretty big step for me. And it's not just pushing around on the board for fun, we bomb big hills and I've got these crazy gloves with pucks I wear . . . you know, I'll just show you:

I ride the new Landyachtz Spud which actually has a dip in it that makes it pretty close to the ground; it helps me to ride better with my small size.

I graduate in a few days! Then Seve and I will be spending a week in Portland enjoying the beach, Chinatown, hiking, the temple, and longboarding of course. And after that, Russia! 

I'm going to try a new thing where I feature the songs I name my posts after at the end of each post:

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I am one of two planets dancing

I am TOTALLY digging the latest from St. Vincent and Bat for Lashes right now. Annie and Natasha could win my heart any day of the week.

Remember that post I made several weeks ago about regretting my major? Now everything has fallen into place: I recently attended an advertising conference in Spokane and had a blast. It was actually a competition (our school came in third) and I was part of a team that put together a campaign against binge drinking. I wrote most of the presentation and much of the copy for our book, not to mention a lot of the copy on our ads. I have thus found my niche: copy writing. All that time spent in publishing could not garner the satisfaction I've felt in the past month -- but clearly I needed that experience to get where I am currently. I am a copy editor for the Scroll, my school's newspaper, and I'm taking an ad conception class that has proven itself to be vigorous and time consuming, but also a great portfolio-builder. And strangely, I'm having the time of my life. Of course, I'm married to an outstanding dude who's teaching me how to longboard, so that adds to my current joy. And did I mention my latest ear candy?

We recently moved into a cool new apartment with a balcony. It's in downtown Rexburg and the building was a hotel about 100 years ago; we live in what used to be the Presidential Suite -- Eleanor Roosevelt once stayed here! Now we do.

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