From the boys of last week:
Most mornings on my way to campus, there's a patch that smells like chicken noodle soup.
Youtube is gone again. Sorry, Rory, no Klaus Nomi. But check it out when you're off-campus! Klaus Nomi - Simple Man.
You know that lingering sense of accomplishment when you've completed some great task? Well, I just sat at my desk for about 3 minutes thinking I'd accomplished something amazing. Then I remembered that I wrote 2 lines from an Elliott Smith song for a blog.
Next:
Write a paper
Study for a test
Read 100 pages in my book
I'm glad my 2 liner blog is fulfilling some aspect of my life.
Even though I think it's ridiculous he pulled the race card at the Grammy's and also represented himself as Christ in his performance at the Grammy, complete with his death and resurrection? uhhhh... he can still make some pretty groovy songs.
Flashing Lights
running, running through my head:
"Well, I guess this is goodbye," Sommer said to me as she had finalized her de-hiring in the department.
I'm saying goodbye to two things with the same name, phonetically speaking.
- a low of 37 degrees tonight. Freakity freak!
But, don't you love the rain?
from this weekend.
(Kele Okereke from Bloc Party - he seriously has the most gorgeous skin color imaginable and that accent!)
(Andrew Bird - champion whistler, violin and guitar player, and hottie in his V neck t-shirt)
(Matthew Bellamy - mad skills and amazing show. Seriously. See Muse live).
My (hopefully) Clinical Psychology professor told our class that 14 of his 35 clients are going to the Arcade Fire show at Thanksgiving Point. See you there!
You know you've been to some good parties when the cops keep breaking them up.
"You look familiar. Were you in a band or something?" guy 1 to guy 2.
"Still am," guy 2.
"What band?" guy 1.
"We're an acappella group," guy 2.
"Moosebutter!!" Hillery says joking.
"Yeah, you're totally in Moosebutter..." I say.
"Yeah," guy 2.
"You played at my high school," me.
"That dates me," guy 2.
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(Guy 2 is at the top. His name is Weston, and he's probably 5'0.)
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"You look like someone. It will come to me," Weston to Hillery. He turns to me, "You look like a Catherine."
"Oh? I once wanted to be named Catherine in elementary school," me.
"You're a little on the regal, diplomatic side. But then there's this lunatic side to you," Weston.
"Lunatic?" I say.
"Yeah," Weston.
"Oh, thanks!"
Later in conversation...
"Yeah, that's the Catherine side of you," Weston.
"The lunatic?"
"No, I mean... I really meant crazy. Like the crazy side of you."
"But you said lunatic? Like crazy person, in an asylum?"
"See, as I've gotten to talk to you I believe you're a grounded person."
"Ohhh... hmmmm."
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"I have 31 nieces and nephews. I'm the 8th of 9 children. All my older siblings are married and have 3 or more kids. My oldest niece is 21," Weston.
"I'm 21," me.
"See, I like to date girls your age so I can relate to her," W.
I have learned that I am neither organizational nor effective. Thanks, Organizational Behavior 320!
We're getting it, and I'm thrilled! Interested? Call Provo Utilities (852-6000). It's just $5 more a month on your utilities bill.In discussing theories on Personality, one of the most engaging concepts is that of Rollo May, a theorist and proponent of existential psychology/psychoanalysis. He identified the goal that all human beings have, that of integration. This integration allows us to unify the self and to confront the potential for the daimonic, which is any natural function that can take over the whole person. One daimonic that May discussed was that of Love and Sex. This excerpt is taken from my text book: Personality Theories, 7th ed. Barbara Engler, p. 388-9.
Love used to be seen as the answer to human problems. Now love itself has become the problem. The real problem is being able to love. Our world is schizoid, out of touch, unable to feel or to enter into a close relationship. Affectlessness and apathy are predominant attitudes toward life, forms of protection against the tremendous overstimulation of modern society.
May believed that our highly vaunted sexual freedom has turned out to be a new form of puritanism in which emotion is separated from reason and the body is used as a machine. Pornography and commercialization have also turned sex into a vehicle for power. We have set sex against eros, the drive to relate to another person and create new forms of life. It is now socially sanctioned to repress eros, and we rush to the sensation of sex in order to avoid the passion and responsibility that eros commands. The sexual freedom established during the 1960s and 1970 has not led to the increase in happiness that many thought would follow a freeing of sexual mores. The premature awakening of sex so prevalent in our time can lead us to dodge awakening at other levels. In the midst of wide availability of information and birth control, unwanted pregnancies and sexually transmitted diseases continue. Why? The real issue is not on the level of conscious rational intentions but in the deeper realm of intentionality, where a deep defiance mocks our withdrawal of feeling.
May suggested that only the experience and rediscovery of care, the opposite of apathy, will enable us to stand against the cynicism that characterizes our day. The mythos of care points to the need to develop a new morality of authenticity in human relations.
Up Against the Wall - Peter, Bjorn and John (I can't find a current link for this song but listen to it on hypem if you don't know it, or even if you do; it's always a great listen)
Let me just say, that this is the cutest nerd-rock band ever.
After much deliberation and it finally going on sale, I purchased this...
because Josh says I look good in red, and I'm in love with this coat.
skirting around the issue. Seriously! I was empowered by the roommate confrontation about the living room, the non-putting hours in the books comment, and now... dealing with people in general. I might as well get it all out.
In our house we've been having a little trouble with something we call passive aggressiveness, what we as roommates and, dare I say, women consider the best way to channel frustration with other people into socially appropriate ways. Instead we backbite, talk about each other behind backs, say things just loud enough so others can hear our frustrations without "offending." We never really confront the issues or the little annoyances we have, hoping they'll just pass us by. Well, they don't. It would be better to mention things and make people aware (even though it takes nerve and some degree of humility) than let things build up, fester, and then explode. There are better ways. I'm sad that it's taken me 21 years to figure this out. But, here goes!
Scattered thoughts about this summer:
I can't help but giggle when I hear, "Under my umbrella, -ella, -ella, -ella, eh eh eh," from a professor's door and then "SHHHH, SHHHH, SHHHH" from the same woman who chose the ring tone.
I forgot how much I absolutely adore Badly Drawn Boy after I heard their lingering sound outside of a salon on 300 S in Salt Lake yesterday. I told Morganne I adored BDB, and she asked me about them. I realized, I haven't listened to them in ages. So I've found, there's nothing quite like rediscovering long-lost loves.
Albums:
I secretly, or not so secretly, wish I could blast this song everywhere today.
In fact, I'm listening to it at my receptionist job on campus!
Kanye West (ft. Lupe Fiasco) - Touch the Sky
Yesterday's events go as follows:
triskaidekaphobia \tris-ky-dek-uh-FOH-bee-uh\, noun:
A morbid fear of the number 13 or the date Friday the 13th.
After stuffing our faces at PF Changs, the tray of fortune cookies came out. Everyone's said something to the effect of, "you'll be really productive", "you'll give birth to a baby," "this will be a good month for you," etc.
Mine said:
"An admirer is concealing his affection for you."
No- "he'll reveal it to you in the near future." "He'll leave you flowers on your porch." "He'll call you." "He'll ask you out." No nothing!
If you have any leads... let me know.
PS If it helps, my lucky numbers are 1 3 15 35 . 23
I used to pride myself on being the bravest, the boldest, the least likely to scream in a horror film. Well, I have since learned that the case is not so anymore. I recall laughing and smiling while the others around me had chattering teeth and were grabbing each other for comfort. That was me last night, grabbing Sara's hand, screaming at the slightest event. What happened to my wisdom, my cool, my calm?
I watched Silence of the Lambs without flinching. Now I can't watch that or Red Dragon without peeing my pants!
Wilco - Either Way
Maybe the sun will shine today
The clouds will blow away
Maybe I won’t feel so afraid
I will try to understand
Either way
Maybe you still love me
Maybe you don’t
Either you will or you won’t
Maybe you just need some time alone
I will try to understand
Everything has its plan
Either way
I’m gonna stay
Right for you
Maybe the sun will shine today
The clouds will roll away
Maybe I won’t be so afraid
I will understand everything has its plan
Either way
(Just lovely!)
I feel good about this being a summer of concerts.
I miss good shows. They seem to happen so infrequently as of late, but I did see the Cinematics and they were fantastic. We were the only four girls dancing our little hearts out, and we also got to meet the band (adorable Scottish boys- one of them actually named Scott).
Concert Possibilities:
Our culture has evolved into one with an expectancy for immediate gratification. It seems like there was once a slow paced, patient attitude that has since disappeared. We live in an age of fast food, get a degree in a few months online, microwaves, instant hand sanitizer, internet access everywhere, CliffNotes, overnight shipping, credit cards, drive-through car washes. While these are modern conveniences that I know I appreciate, we've lost some simple beauty that one only experiences in taking time to do things, thinking, observing - not always consuming but creating. Take a minute to enjoy a slower pace or quiet reflection. It feels wonderful.
Northern Sky
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.
I've been a long time that I'm waiting
Been a long that I'm blown
I've been a long time that I've wandered
Through the people I have known
Oh, if you would and you could
Straighten my new mind's eye.
Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.
I never felt magic crazy as this
I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea
I never held emotion in the palm of my hand
Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree
But now you're here
Brighten my northern sky.
- Nick Drake
I started looking for quotes from Gandhi after watching the amazing film Water. Gandhi's wisdom and influence are felt throughout the film in the beliefs and actions of a particular character, but it is not till the final scene where we finally see Gandhi in person for a brief moment and hear the sheer brilliance from his lips (well, and read it in English subtitles). Inspired by this film, I started searching for quotes by Gandhi, then President Hinckley, and finally, and especially poignant, a quote I've been paraphrasing for a good week now.
Please contribute your favorite(s). Here's what I found and liked:
Mahatma Gandhi
I was looking through some things I've collected over the past few months, and I found this. What a pal! Maybe I'll take him up on the offer.
At Hillery's birthday party, after a good few wackings of the pinata and a few opened promises this was unwrapped. Oh dear me. 
It's funny how often it is and has been necessary for me to listen to this song. Brainwashing me a little bit anytime I'm feeling the complete opposite.
In light of recent events at Virginia-Tech, the media has been covering a huge range of topics dealing directly or indirectly with Cho Seung-Hui. Roommates have come forth, bringing stories of a 23-year old who was difficult to relate to, who received tutoring in English and his writing displayed hate-induced threats to an abusive father; the police received complaints about his harassing girls via instant messaging, the telephone, and in person; he was admitted to a mental hospital in 2005 because he seemed at risk for suicide. All of these behaviors meet the criteria, the checklist, if you will, for a criminal, for a depressed person who becomes a killer, taking his own life and at least 31 others students' lives. To explain just how a 23 year-old man from South Korea could commit such a heinous crime, criminologist Jack Levin from Northwestern University explained how he met the criteria, but that many adolescents and young adults meet the criteria. He concluded by saying something that should be heard by all,
There is one thing that I think is very important to emphasize. We should be caring about people who are troubled long before they become troublesome. We should reach out to people not to punish them, but to give them our concern, our caring, and then we might even prevent a murderer too in the process.
-Jack Levin (April 17, 2007)
How Disturbed People Become Killers (CNN)
But Doctor Dictionary has been really good, when I check it.
Today's word:
spoonerism \SPOO-nuh-riz-uhm\: the transposition of usually initial sounds in a pair of words. (I became dyslexic just trying to write that)
Ex: The Lord is a shoving leopard ("loving shepherd").
Guilty!
provided such a great word for the word of today!
abecedarian \ay-bee-see-DAIR-ee-uhn\ noun
1. A person who is learning the letters of the alphabet
2. One engaged in teaching the alphabet
3. Pertaining to the letters of the alphabet
4. Arranged alphabetically
5. Rudimentary; elementary
My most brilliant thoughts come at night, when I rotate positions in my little bed every five seconds, when the sounds on the road once muted are now sounds in my ears, when thoughts are swimming in my head and I'm turning them over and over in completely illogical succession. The house is silent; no one is about in the house, moving chairs, laughing loudly at nextdoor neighbors, or playing video games at ridiculous volumes, because daylight savings didn't affect others the way it did me (and we don't have an extra guitar anymore for Guitar Hero - thank you, Coby). I jolt. These are my thoughts.
Why oh why do we pronounce:
so much funnier when you get them. Even if it is 7 months later.
Think: tennis balls, John McEnroe, Park City, Sundance, Brokeback Mountain
Every year these little morsels of delight make an appearance on the shelves my local grocery store, and what can I do? Nothing. I am a victim to their charm, good looks, and smoooooth coercison. Mmmm.
by words like:
I set my alarm for 7:00AM every weekday for 8AM work or class. My clock is set 10 minutes faster than the real time, so in actuality it goes off at 6:50AM. I do this not to annoy Heidi, although she might think so, but I do it as a little trick to myself. Look at me, I can sleep 40 minutes longer if I like. So I do, in nine minute increments at which point I'm forced to remember to hit the snooze button in my lethargic state.
This morning, the static/classical music radio alarm started going off at some ridiculous hour as Heidi had high-hopes of waking early and studying Arabic. Her actually waking up to do so really only lasted for the first week of school. The three of us that occupied the room the past 6 hours were wriggling and complaining about the alarm.
Back to sleep.
"Heather, turn off your alarm!" Heidi moans.
Back to sleep.
Fur Elise begins sounding from my cellular phone, next to my bed. "Why is she calling at 7AM?" I don't answer.
The Royal Tenenbaum opening theme song (for lack of the official name), begins sounding from Hillery's blue, "toy" phone. "Don't call me for at least an hour!" she says. I can hear my mom yelling, "Well you can just walk home!"
I close my eyes.
Heidi's phone is vibrating loudly. "No, mom. I'm not coming into the office today. I have hour of homework and I'm working at the MPS."
7:20, Fur Elise again. "Mom, I have work and class. I can not pick up your coat from the cleaners till after those things." pause. "No, not before work."
Hillery is buried in her nest of a make-shift bed on the floor, blankets covering the floor and also covering her head. Heidi accidentally kicks her on her way to the bathroom. "Ow!" "I'm so, so, sorry!" she says to Hillery. "I kicked her head," she whispers to me.
Ok. I'm up.
When my dad goes grocery shopping, what he piles onto the counter from his Day's Market run goes something like this:
1. Tomatoes ("I got those tomatoes you asked for.")
2. Spinach
3. About 3 Yoplait yogurts
4. 3 boxes of butter
5. 2 containers of gummy o's - peach and apple flavored ("I thought you might like these." My mom shakes her head.)
6. 4 liters of Soda
7. Berries ("Those are expensive," my mom says.)
"I didn't get very much, just a few things to put in your salad. They were on sale."
"Yeah I'm sure they were really cheap," my mother retorts.
"These were like 69 cents a pound!" my dad says, pulling out a bag of about 20 tomatoes.
5 minutes later
"These were like 69 cents a pound!" he says as he pulls out a bag of 15 apples.
A few songs in the likeness (sort of) of the Beatles:
Of Montreal - City Bird
The Magic Numbers - This Love
Franz Ferdinand - Eleanor Put Your Boots On
Of Montreal - Miss Blonde, Your Papa Is Failing
Elliott Smith - Color Bars
Please, contribute! I'm working on a playlist.
"What is it that I actually put into a digital camera and the photos are stored?" Dr. Crandall
"A memory card," I respond.
"Oh..." and he walks off, wiggling his fingers, baffled by this bit of information.
I might be done with most local shows for a long time. The glitter isn't there anymore, just a bunch of high schoolers wearing chest-baring V-neck t-shirts, skinny jeans, leggings, and ugly boots. I have no desire to spend $5 every time I want to be sociable.
That everytime you mention to a guy that you might be going on a mission they get taken aback. You can see them physically jolt. Any reason?
Nate Barnes, after having mega-death rock or something of the like on his facebook profile, began updating his Music list with albums that have had a major influence on him. He inspired this blog.
The Most Important Artists & Albums of My College Life/Or Life in General (in no particular order)
1. Coldplay - Parachutes, Rush of Blood to the Head
2. Feist - Let It Die, Monarch
3. Doves - Some Cities, Lost Souls, The Last Broadcast
4. Spoon - Gimme Fiction
5. Aqualung - Strange & Beautiful
6. Aimee Mann - Lost in Space
7. Broken Social Scene - Broken Social Scene
8. Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism, The Photo Album, We Have the Facts and We're Voting Yes, Plans (though I somewhat regret to say so)
9. Dido - No Angel, Life for Rent
10. Elbow - Leaders of the Free World, Asleep in the Back
11. The Postal Service - Give Up
12. Radiohead - Ok Computer, The Bends
13. Stars - heart, Set Yourself On Fire (a good chunk of it)
14. Sufjan Stevens - Come On, Feel the Illinoise!
15. Of Montreal - The Sunlandic Twins
16. Youth Group - Skeleton Jar
17. Magnet - On Your Side, The Tourniquet
18. Kings of Convenience - Riot On An Empty Street, Quiet is the New Loud
19. Sigur Ros - ( )
20. The Arcade Fire - Funeral
21. Band of Horses - Everything All The Time
22. Beck - Odelay, Guero, The Information
Tell me your favorite albums and why you like them or why they're important to you.
I think this band might like drugs. Their name is the same as a type of acid that was popular in the 1960s. These are their song titles on their self titled album from 2004
