please put your weights up. the absolute worst thing at the gym is when i want to use dumbbells or a machine and i either can't find the ones i want or the machine is stacked with four 45lb plates on each side. and yes, it's never the people (like me) who do this. it is the creatine crazed, mark maguire wannabe assholes who put the 40lb dumbbells in the 10lb slots or leave every 45lb plate in the gym on one machine.
even worse, it is the same people who -- when a scrawny chick is trying to lift these off and put them back in their proper place -- are too mesmerized by their bulging muscles and shrinking balls to even help.
that's enough. put them away. please.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
she's a lovely girl, hubbell. . .
marcy and i watched "the way we were" this weekend, starring barbra streisand and robert redford.
it was so good, man. the movie was about the mccarthy era witch hunt of the film industry in the 1950s. katie had a day job but seemed to be some sort of professional protester (anti war, anti atom bomb, pro free speech, etc) and hubbell is an aspiring screenwriter. it's about love and times of passion in love and times of passion.
brad pitt and robert redford have such similar facial expressions, it's uncanny. i think someone said that about me and luke perry once. carrie bradshaw is certainly based off of katie - maybe half katie and half elizabeth bennet. er, 1/3 katie, 1/3 elizabeth bennet and 1/3 annie hall.
barbra has these crazy long fingers/hands, it makes every body gesture seem so grand and dramatic. in this movie, her fingernails are very long and very red, like you see in the windows of nail salons.
everyone ends up happy in the end, not in nostalgic or cinematic tradition, but in their own way. marcy said that it didn't matter what robert redford did, she'd never leave him with his hot bod. i agree, he has a hot bod and hot face and hot hair (the one and only blonde man i've ever been attracted to).
some women can't be tamed (rawwwr!); katie surely could not be. maybe that's my problem, maybe i can't be tamed either. yeah, not really getting into that here.
less than two weeks until paul is married, which also means less than two weeks until our big hiking trip. no boots yet, just buliding an appetite for lentils and granola. . .actually, i'm already eating like i'm hiking.
and to that tune, marcy got me a food dehydrator for my birthday, it's being shipped. preserve those enzymes, people!
it was so good, man. the movie was about the mccarthy era witch hunt of the film industry in the 1950s. katie had a day job but seemed to be some sort of professional protester (anti war, anti atom bomb, pro free speech, etc) and hubbell is an aspiring screenwriter. it's about love and times of passion in love and times of passion.
brad pitt and robert redford have such similar facial expressions, it's uncanny. i think someone said that about me and luke perry once. carrie bradshaw is certainly based off of katie - maybe half katie and half elizabeth bennet. er, 1/3 katie, 1/3 elizabeth bennet and 1/3 annie hall.
barbra has these crazy long fingers/hands, it makes every body gesture seem so grand and dramatic. in this movie, her fingernails are very long and very red, like you see in the windows of nail salons.
everyone ends up happy in the end, not in nostalgic or cinematic tradition, but in their own way. marcy said that it didn't matter what robert redford did, she'd never leave him with his hot bod. i agree, he has a hot bod and hot face and hot hair (the one and only blonde man i've ever been attracted to).
some women can't be tamed (rawwwr!); katie surely could not be. maybe that's my problem, maybe i can't be tamed either. yeah, not really getting into that here.
less than two weeks until paul is married, which also means less than two weeks until our big hiking trip. no boots yet, just buliding an appetite for lentils and granola. . .actually, i'm already eating like i'm hiking.
and to that tune, marcy got me a food dehydrator for my birthday, it's being shipped. preserve those enzymes, people!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
happy freaking birthday, man.
today is bradley's fifth birthday. given the life-expectancy handicap of great danes, we give him 12 human years for every dog year. this puts him at 60, just a few years away from joining aarp. we decided to make him some very special cupcakes, chocolate with peanut butter frosting, and so we made them with care, and set them to cool.
and it is on this day that we finally realized why bradley is always depressed. he has a way of ruining everything. today he ruined his birthday by swiping four cupcakes off of the counter. so instead of bradley getting one big cupcake with frosting swirled on it, he has four frostless cupcakes with spiderman wrapper in his stomach.
here, a detailed photographic depiction of this evening's events.
happy birthday, brad, the biggest one is in the middle and it's for you!
and it is on this day that we finally realized why bradley is always depressed. he has a way of ruining everything. today he ruined his birthday by swiping four cupcakes off of the counter. so instead of bradley getting one big cupcake with frosting swirled on it, he has four frostless cupcakes with spiderman wrapper in his stomach.
here, a detailed photographic depiction of this evening's events.
happy birthday, brad, the biggest one is in the middle and it's for you!
happy birthday, dear braaaadleeeeey...
interesting. nine on the plate, only three on the cooling rack. four cupcakes are missing.
the evidence.
how bradley spent the rest of his birthday.
Friday, June 13, 2008
hit the road, jackie o
yesterday, i bought hiking boots -- actually make that hiking shoes. the hiking boot seemed over the top for this wilderness neophyte and the mid-top, well, let's just say that mid tops don't incite the best visual cues in my head, so i stayed away. brandon (owner of the bear mountain) also recommended some superfeet, which i got, and as of about 1130 yesterday, i thought i was acclimated.
that was until i tried on "convertible pants". they're pants until you unzip about 2/3 of the leg off and suddenly they're shorts. i should have known that something this gimmicky couldn't be a good idea. brandon handed me two pairs to try on, in different fabrics, and i went into the dressing room, ready to champion the resurgence of khaki, willing to defend the cargo pant. and then i tried them on. i burst out in laughter, not sure if i was laughing out of jest, humiliation or trauma. they were awful. i tried on the other pair and had the same reaction. it was like a terrible episode of the jetsons, guest starring jack hanna. i couldn't do it. they were 55$. i could buy two eye shadows that are guaranteed to look great for that money.
my guess is that i will end up with a pair of these. it reminds me of that movie called troop beverly hills starring shelley long.
phyllis nefler is a beverly hills socialite who ends up being the troop master for her daughter's girl scout troop. the other troops, more rough and tumble, softball and raglan sleeve shirts, more "when i grow up, i'm likely to question my sexuality", are very indignant towards them. she has her personal designer reinvent the girl scout uniforms to make them look oscar de la renta meets walden pond and invites dignitaries to fund raising events. in the end, troop beverly hills wins the paramount trophy of the year, outselling every other troop in cookie sales.
the difference between phyllis and me (well, one of the them, the other major distinction here is that i'm not married to craig t nelson) is that when facing a camping/hiking excursion, she opted to stay in a hotel. there will be none of that for me.
i told brandon that i need to come in and try them on a couple more times before i buy them. i just have to get used to them i guess.
that was until i tried on "convertible pants". they're pants until you unzip about 2/3 of the leg off and suddenly they're shorts. i should have known that something this gimmicky couldn't be a good idea. brandon handed me two pairs to try on, in different fabrics, and i went into the dressing room, ready to champion the resurgence of khaki, willing to defend the cargo pant. and then i tried them on. i burst out in laughter, not sure if i was laughing out of jest, humiliation or trauma. they were awful. i tried on the other pair and had the same reaction. it was like a terrible episode of the jetsons, guest starring jack hanna. i couldn't do it. they were 55$. i could buy two eye shadows that are guaranteed to look great for that money.
my guess is that i will end up with a pair of these. it reminds me of that movie called troop beverly hills starring shelley long.
phyllis nefler is a beverly hills socialite who ends up being the troop master for her daughter's girl scout troop. the other troops, more rough and tumble, softball and raglan sleeve shirts, more "when i grow up, i'm likely to question my sexuality", are very indignant towards them. she has her personal designer reinvent the girl scout uniforms to make them look oscar de la renta meets walden pond and invites dignitaries to fund raising events. in the end, troop beverly hills wins the paramount trophy of the year, outselling every other troop in cookie sales.
the difference between phyllis and me (well, one of the them, the other major distinction here is that i'm not married to craig t nelson) is that when facing a camping/hiking excursion, she opted to stay in a hotel. there will be none of that for me.
i told brandon that i need to come in and try them on a couple more times before i buy them. i just have to get used to them i guess.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
you, me, outside.
in about three weeks, the lsat will be over, my brother will be married and i will be well into what could be the biggest mistake of my life: hiking. marcy and i decided to take a trip as our last adventure before she heads to law school. somehow, rather than choosing to rent a bungalow in st. barth's, we decided that backpacking along the colorado trail for a week was the best course of action. in total, i have slept outside for .5 nights. i am not what you would call the "outdoor type". i am lucky if i have a can of bug spray to my name. fortunate for me, marcy has two or three of everything wilderness/outdoor/roughing it related. lately, random questions have been arising, like, where do i poop? under a rock, marcy says. what if someone has already pooped there? gross. how do i wash my face? she likes to use tea bags as an astringent. yeah. what about bradley? can he come? no, that would be a long and painful death. got it. upon deplaning, will i be forced to wear a hemp necklace with a spiritual looking charm?
i do think it will be fun. a friend who we plan to meet in vail said "i think you are going to discover a whole new revekah". hopefully the new revekah will have an affinity towards cropped vests made from wolf hide. oh mon dieu, wilderness chic!
well i'm sure we'll have pictures. wish me luck on monday, i'm taking my test. i have go to college station. yeah, remind me to pack tins of copenhagen to bribe the proctor for extra pencils.
i do think it will be fun. a friend who we plan to meet in vail said "i think you are going to discover a whole new revekah". hopefully the new revekah will have an affinity towards cropped vests made from wolf hide. oh mon dieu, wilderness chic!
well i'm sure we'll have pictures. wish me luck on monday, i'm taking my test. i have go to college station. yeah, remind me to pack tins of copenhagen to bribe the proctor for extra pencils.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
my fair ladies who lunch
i change my style, my hair, my favorite color, even my vernacular with a monomaniacal regularity. or so i thought. it was to my alarm and amazement (and horror) when i received my new license (another story, dramatic but not very interesting, so the exclusion on the blog) and my hair is the same now as it was then. that was three years ago. this new hairstyle, well, the new bangs addition, was supposed to be so fresh, so prep school girl meets joni mitchell, but i think about the last time i cut bangs and that was supposed to have been pre-gentrified my fair lady meets the ramones.
so i'm feeling a little bit cliche. and at the same time, maybe i'm hitting my sartorial and aesthetic stride. maybe same is the new new.
tonight marcy and i watched sex and the city. we tried for a pre-viewing dvd marathon; marcy came up one and a half seasons short, i had two seasons left. there is one very electrifying scene, which i certainly did not expect, and it had me reeling through the rest of the movie. i don't think i even paid attention to the rest of it, and it happened toward the beginning. so, if we talk about it, i can recall, with some acumen, the first 25 minutes and for the rest of the discussion i will try to be polite and nod. i wish that big, steve and smith played a bigger part and i wish it was funnier, quippier, like the show. the fashion did not disappoint. i'm not sure how many people recognized patrick demarchalier or andre leon talley or even plum sykes; but i guess that's not the point.
it was good to see old friends again.
so i'm feeling a little bit cliche. and at the same time, maybe i'm hitting my sartorial and aesthetic stride. maybe same is the new new.
tonight marcy and i watched sex and the city. we tried for a pre-viewing dvd marathon; marcy came up one and a half seasons short, i had two seasons left. there is one very electrifying scene, which i certainly did not expect, and it had me reeling through the rest of the movie. i don't think i even paid attention to the rest of it, and it happened toward the beginning. so, if we talk about it, i can recall, with some acumen, the first 25 minutes and for the rest of the discussion i will try to be polite and nod. i wish that big, steve and smith played a bigger part and i wish it was funnier, quippier, like the show. the fashion did not disappoint. i'm not sure how many people recognized patrick demarchalier or andre leon talley or even plum sykes; but i guess that's not the point.
it was good to see old friends again.
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