Archives for the month of: June, 2011

Happy, happy Monday to you and you and you.

[The end of] today was a most excellent day. My sweet, beautiful dog, Claude, was saved by Divine Intervention. She had been acting lethargic for a few weeks, and barely eating. Since she is 11 now, my parents and I figured that nature was finally taking its bitter course.

I love this dog. Can’t really expand much on that, since I don’t want to get all sappy online. But this dog is my freaking life. (As is Cleo, her sister/partner in crime).

Let’s wrap this up- Claude’s appointment was today at 5:30pm. Although my family was fully prepared to put our sweet little girl to sleep, we discovered that it may not be necessary just yet. Her liver is in terrible shape, but it’s possible that meds (and monitoring her diet) will help her bounce back. Cross your fingers. I feel incredibly fortunate to have her for another night.

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My mother loves to garden, and while I haven’t quite inherited her green thumb, I do revel in the beauty of her flourishing patio. My parents’ backyard is a summer haven for hummingbirds, bees, and butterflies. And me, of course. Usually sprawled on the hammock.

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This is one of my views on the way to work (at Evolve). Not too shabby, if you ask me.

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I’m nerdy for a lot of reasons. For instance, my current fashion trend is long sleeved+collared shirts tucked in skinny jeans (and sometimes rockin’ the geek-chic glasses). It’s kind of nerdy-prep. Anyway, other contributing factors to my nerdiness are my science fiction book obsession, my vast interest in the real estate market, and my cryptogram hobby.

Yup. Cryptograms.

When I was in 5th grade, I took an assessment at school that placed me in a privileged course called A.T., short for Academically Talented. I and a bunch of dorks (I specifically remember Byrum telling the class that he read encyclopedias for fun over the summer) would spend every other Wednesday developing our critical thinking skills. One activity Ms. Wright had us do was solve cryptograms- and ever since then I’ve never been able to resist them.

You might have seen them in newspapers- they’ll look like this : YN KI ND ANY YN KI but they’re usually a but longer. And the lame newspapers will actually give a hint, like “D=R.” I hate having clues, but I’m just more advanced that others, I suppose. (winky face). By the way, the answer to that guy is “To be or not to be.” Shakespeare. Specifically, Hamlet.

I ended up quitting A.T. in 6th grade because (as yet another sign of my terribly advanced nature) I discovered that Biology was a waste of time and my grade suffered (thus deeming me uneligible).

But who wants to be in A.T. anyway? It was just a bunch of dorks.

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I’ve never been very interested in graffiti art. Sure, I respect the whole idea, and I’m happy for those who do it… but I just have a different style. Then Banksy came along and changed everything. Have you watched the documentary, Exit Through the Gift Shop If you haven’t you really should. If you have, you know what I”m talking about. It’s just brilliant, what these artists do- and what might be the most brilliant thing is that it’s completely illegal.

From this documentary, I began to have an interest in another artist, Shepard Fairey. He is most famous for his Obey Giant collection and the Barak Obama “HOPE” portrait that is famous nationwide.

He’s pretty incredible.

The more I researched, I realized that Shepard Fairey might be (in my humble opinion) one of the most interesting modern-day artists. His graphic design work is simple, yet complex. The pallet only contains 3-4 different colors, commonly black, red, and cream. From here, he has created a myriad of prints, some political, some fun, some more portraits. I’ve decided that I want to start a Shepard Fairey collection. Don’t try to stop me. My favorite print is the 2nd Amendment one- I have a thing for guns lately. My desktop background is a Warhol painting of a gun. Shrug.

When I was in Best Buy yesterday, I noticed in their vinyl section (they sell vinyl now!) that he designed a Led Zeppelin fancy-shmancy collector’s edition or something. It looked awesome, but the artwork couldn’t exactly be framed.

I should probably cut this short before I pee my pants with excitement (I get worked up), but I also have to mention his exclusive prints for special editions of 1984 and Animal Farm. Are you freaking kidding, Shepard Fairey? Those are two of my favorite books!

See what I mean, people? This guy is something else.

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I purchased two albums today, which is a major rarity for me (ever since I because frugal). In fact, the last album I purchased might have been an Avett Bros. cd a couple years ago.

Anyway, went to Best Buy and bought City and Colour’s new album, Little Hell, andBon Iver’s newest, Bon Iver, Bon Iver. Both were only $7.99. Jump on that, folks.

Both artists have incredibly haunting voices. Dallas Green (of City and Colour) had my heart from the first time I heard him three years ago. Bon Iver’s cryptic lyrics and City/Colour’s buttery words (fused with the pacifying, almost eerie accompaniments) linger long after the track’s conclusion.

Today, the first day off summer, I was fortunate enough to have the day off to carefully, slowly digest these new albums. (I always take very delicate measures when familiarizing myself with new music). Also working in my favor is the subtle rumble of thunder beyond the darkening sky.

Pick up both or either of these albums if you get a chance.

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Last weekend I was lounging on the couch while sifting through film titles on Netflix. Under the “Independent” category, I came across a motion-picture film entitled Mary and Max. I head never heard of it, but it had over 3 stars (which is good for Netflix). And it was available instantly. I get a bit distracted when movies don’t fully capture my attention, so I decided to give it a few minutes, knowing I could always resort to reruns of The Office or a riveting documentary. (I’m so cultured…)

For the first time in a while, I have discovered a beautiful gem- one that most people would typically overlook due to it’s claymation format. This movie is not only brilliantly funny (I caught myself lol-ing several times, which I very rarely do), it’s also actually directed toward an older audience.

People who know me as more than an acquaintance, know that I like “dark” movies and books. Maybe it started in 7th grade, when I found an immediate interest in Edgar Allen Poe and Ray Bradbury. Regardless, I’m more likely to watch Donnie Darko, Dead Poets Society, or American Beauty over anything that Reese Witherspoon is in. It’s as simple as enjoying a production that depicts reality. Sometimes the endings are good. Sometimes not.

Mary and Max is a beautiful film, one that I will keep recommending. I was going to post a video of the trailer, but I don’t want to spoil anything for you. When I watched it, I had no idea what to expect, and the aftermath was lovely.

Perhaps the point of this post is to enjoy a book or a movie for what it is. Doesn’t it get tiring to think “oh, there are about 20 minutes left for the conflict to be resolved. Let’s see how they wrap it up.”? They finally communicate the misunderstanding. They kiss and make up. They all live happily ever after…

Recently I noticed a few friends’ status updates on Facebook regarding their discontent with another movie, Blue Valentine. It didn’t end the way they wanted it to, or it was a sad story, a waste of time. It’s unfortunate that they can dismiss the quality of acting, videography, and directing simply because there wasn’t a cheesy “you complete me” line.

I’m not a movie snob, I promise. In fact, there are lots of people out there who like raw, emotional films. I just hope that our number continues to grow.

What was my point? Oh yeah, check out Mary and Max.

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Thinking of Elliott Smith tonight, as I often do. This YouTube video is of one of his shows in 2003, the year of his tragic decline. Whether you’re a fan or not, I recommend playing this, watching it, letting it just resonate in the background. Elliott Smith had such a beautiful, unrivaled talent.

Your love is sad, shooting star.

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I am not a baker.

The conservative, private, Christian university I attended was swarming with hundreds of female homemakers-to-be. Their hobbies included baking, cooking, baking for their boyfriends, cooking for their boyfriends, and probably cleaning. I dislike all of those things, so it’s no surprise that my some of my best friends at the school were the beatnik jazz band members who occasionally (daily) smoked a bowl or two. That part really has nothing to do with this topic, but I just want you to understand that I don’t bake.

WIth one exception.

My dogs’ birthday was today, so I whipped up a little cake for each of them (a recipe I found online). Anyway, the birthday girls, Cleo and Claude (shh, I know it’s a boy name) are 11 today, and I had never made them a cake before. (This accomplishment might be attributed to genetics. My great-grandfather, Stanislauv Rudolph Krawczyk, immigrated as a child to Chicago from Poland. He grew up to be a baker. He would be proud.) I suppose the cake was okay, though I didn’t try it due to my distaste of peanut butter. Cleo and Claude gobbled it up, and that’s all that matters.

Honestly, I’ve been completely freaked out the past week or so because Claude hasn’t been eating. This is never a good sign for an older dog, so each time she refused to eat her dog food, then rice+chicken, then her favorite food-popcorn- I thought she was dying. Fortunately, since yesterday, she has been doing much better, so I wanted to go all out for this birthday. (I’ve never made them cakes before). I’ve had these pretty girls since I was 12, so they both mean everything to me.

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