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Saturday, May 5, 2012

Grey Whale to Red Fox: Morgan is 7

Last weekend Michael's nephew Morgan had a secret agent birthday party, which involved a laser field, disguises, marshmallow guns, and lots of karate-ish dance moves. So fun.

Get it through the target, Clo! 

 What a pro.

 Laser field obstacle course. Much harder for adults, I might add.

Ah yes! The classic scrunchy face disguise. 

Brynn thought I was teasing her, when I told her it was upside-down. But it was a party full of intrigue, so I can't blame her.



  Happy Birthday Morgan!


Monday, April 23, 2012

Workin' it

In an attempt to be physically fit I've been running (read swinging my arms more than usual when I walk) in my neighborhood, and doing Pinterest workouts (like this one). Because I do not have the money or motivation to purchase free weights right before I move, I've had to come up with a solution.  (Also, I find it mildly offensive that the only weights I need are pink--what if a guy wanted to do some two pound bicep curls? Am I right?)

So, just in case you, blog reader, ever thought I was a cool, hip, rad person just picture me doing tricep extensions with my snow boots at midnight while an eastern European woman on youtube tells me that I'm doing a great job.

This does offer an alternative to working on my thesis. Here are some other things I did today to avoid writing:

-blogged
-moved my Summer clothes to the front of the closet
-added two miles to my walk to school
-researched the best hypothetical wireless phone plan for my family
-watched a video of Lindsay and Scott's new baby 1-7 times (ok, that wasn't a waste of time)
-organized my itunes folders
-payed all my bills
-drank a lot of water, so I could take frequent bathroom breaks (this is real)
-watched Ron Artest Meta World Peace throwing elbows
-watched ESPN commentators talk about the incident at length
-got my inbox down to 0 new message and categorized the last month's messages
and finally
-spent twenty minutes coaxing a wasp out of my apartment, which included a broom, a lot of climbing on furniture, and an iron will

THEN, I worked out with my snow boots. Nice day, Sar.

Friday, April 20, 2012

Discovery of a new vegetable

It's broccoli rabe! It's delicious. Probably, not blog-worthy by itself, but certainly blogable if the chef creates a picture pun while the food is cooking.

It's a bouncing Broccoli Rob! Oh, yeah.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Hey! fever

Apparently, I have allergies. This has never happened to me before, but for the past week my eyes have been watering nonstop (honestly, people keep asking if I'm alright) and I've got a scratchy voice going on, which works well for Janis Joplin and Pheobe Buffay impressions.

I'll take the crying and smoker's voice in exchange for Spring though. I took a few pictures on my walk home the other day. Sometimes Oregon is so pretty. Other times it's raining.



In other news, I'm going to a roller derby this weekend. Don't be alarmed if I decide that my years of rollerblading with Rusty was actually part of a journey that will end in me holding some sort of MVP trophy with a roller skate on top.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Art events

Well, I had a hellova week last week that was completely filled with art. Check out the Art History Association page, if you care to partake in the academic glory that was our student symposium. We also hosted Annie Sprinkle, an artist and former pornstar which was oh. so. edgy. Not really, but I did get to go on an ecosexy walking tour around campus, where we were all asked which element of nature is the sexiest. Easy: rocks. Big rocks.

Anyway, my favorite art-themed event was Michael's niece Chloe's birthday party. If you know Jen, Michael's sister, then you won't be surprised that the party was adorable and amazing and fundamentally pin-able. Here's a few pictures of Chloe and fam, partyin.

 Morgan, Pictionary star.



 Note the fruitloop necklaces. So cute.



Happy Birthday Clo!

Well, I officially want Jen to plan my next birthday party. Later that day we went to OMSI, which is a pretty incredible science museum. Gotta love museums where you can touch things without getting in trouble.

I wish I had a video of Brynn climbing into the sand tub. Free solo.
 Turns out the artist is also an architect. I wish I could say that I helped with this, but I actually did the other side, which was mega boring.


I'm going to miss this family so much when I move away from Oregon, that I choose not to think about it. At least I'm good at the drive from Salt Lake to Portland! 

Monday, April 9, 2012

Five dolla

It's Spring--even in Oregon. I sat on my balcony for a few minutes yesterday (I got sunburned, because I was a magical, vampirish shade of white. Now I'm pink.) and it was lovely. Happy Easter.

This weekend, I saw a woman pull a head out of her trunk in the wee hours of the morning.

Back up:

Michael and I made the mistake of talking about our financial future last week--which basically meant that we frowned at each other for a few hours on google chat. This inspired me to cancel my appointment with the fancy salon I was going to go to, and go to a beauty school to get my hair cut instead. I also scheduled the appointment at 8:00am on a Saturday, which is further proof that I'm crazy.

I woke up early (was I nervous?) and ended up in front of the school a half an hour early. I was having a sleepy phone conversation with my mom when a woman got out of her car next to my and pulled a head out of the trunk. I actually made a "graah" noise.

You guessed it, it was a doll head for practicing hair stylin', but seriously, why would it need to be so realistic?

I ended up sitting in a room full of people who were working on their doll heads, coloring their hair and cutting it. I was the only live doll. It was pretty much grown up American Girls. Also, I know some people go to beauty school to learn about...beauty(?), but it seemed to me that the conversation focused on how hot Tina's dad was (which Tina was oddly fine with) and how Easter sucks because they all have to eat dinner with their families, but ham is delicious. In my opinion, he really wasn't that hot, I would love to eat dinner with my family, and ham shmam. This might seem like it wasn't so bad, but the girl took--count it--TWO AND A HALF HOURS to cut my hair. She did a good job, I'm overall happy with my choice, but geez. I guess the doll heads are more patient.

I didn't want to try anything to crazy, with Suzy Student cutting my hair, but check me out:


 Ok, this is not a good picture, especially if it's supposed to show off my hair, but I feel the need to share it anyway. I was trying out a "oh you just happened upon me while standing it the kitchen giving a ghost a high-five" pose. 
Those online modeling classes are really paying off.

Hey, guess what's officially on the calendar? I'm going to get my cap and gown this week. It will have a hood--like a death eater. Awesome.


Friday, April 6, 2012

Hurry Up Already

C'mon Spring! All we need are more days like today.

PS-It started hailing about four minutes later.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

And All That Jazz

My parents and I went to the Jazz/Trailblazer game in Portland and we didn't get beaten up! My mom did put her sweat shirt over her jersey before going to the bathroom by herself to avoid being jumped. They won the game in the last minute which was pretty awesome. Paul Milsap agreed to be my boyfriend which was more awesome.

But, it can be argued that the extreme awkwardness of the photo below could be the most impressive part of the night. Nice lean in, Sar.


Here are a few more normal photos:

This recycling business does not happen in the Energy Solutions Arena, now does it?

You might think that they're smiling, but they're actually terrified, 
because they're being heckled.

That's better. 

Thanks for coming to see me, parents!

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Newport News

My parents are in Eugene! This means that my apartment seems 3x as small and my fridge has 3x more food than usual. We had some plans for today, including a winery visit and a hike, but since it has been raining so much lately, both of those events would have turned into just walking around in the mud. So we went to the Aquarium in Newport with Michael's cute sister and her family.

I will never get tired of those kiddo's enthusiastic greetings. Reason to have children and puppies: they are always stoked when they see you.

My poor camera spent most of the trip wheezing and sputtering, but it took a few pictures.

 
(He's being crabby. Get it?)

I framed this picture very strategically, so you could not see the fashion-forward haircut that her siblings gave her earlier this week. She sure is cute though.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Icecream whenever you want

A few days ago I posted "The best thing about being a grown-up is the ability to buy yourself ice cream whenever you want," on facebook.

I've been thinking about this a little bit, and I think it happens to be genius (both the concept and my identification of it). A few days ago I took the bus to school, instead of my usual walk. Due to a detour and a crazy bus driver, it was taking about twice as long as usual, when the bus just broke down. Ka-blam. Broke down. I hopped off, trying to pretend that I'd decided to walk in the first place, when I found myself in front of a frozen yogurt shop. So, I went in and got something mango-y and chocolate-y and my day was much better.

Speaking of yogurt shops: were there a lot of people dreaming about opening frozen yogurt shops in the 90s? Because there sure are a lot around these days. If you don't believe me, visit Holladay, Utah.

You might be thinking that one cannot simply get ice cream whenever they want to, because they'll go bankrupt and end up on the street, with a ice cream-induced weight problem. Maybe so, but I maintain that it's still the best part about life.

(Who knew searching for "ice cream on the streets" would return something relevant?)


I've been a bit frazzled lately with finals and the large anvil hanging over my head that is my thesis. Mostly, I've been thinking about all the worst parts of being a grown up, but! soon I will leave my office and go get me some ice cream.

In other news, my camera is officially kaput, which means my blog will be super boring until I buy a new one or begin practicing camera-less photography. Somehow, I don't think you want to see my Rayographs, though.

PS- My parents are coming at the end of the week!

Monday, March 19, 2012

I Hate the Lakers

I've had a bit of a day today. I gave myself a deadline to produce some pages for my thesis. What an awesome idea, Sarah. Way to be self-disciplined. I really admire you, you said to yourself. I went past that deadline a few days ago, so I've been scrambling to catch up before my students attack me with papers to grade.

This has lead to a lot of time in my office and at my kitchen table. Hey, at least I get to use sticky notes fairly often. During this thesis-fest, my biggest consolation (besides, perhaps, video chats with Moose) has been the Utah Jazz. I love those guys, and my league pass. Thanks for winning for me, guys.

I'm going to go see them play in Portland (who knows who will be on their team by that point) in a few weeks with my parents. I've never been the odd-man-out in the crowd before, but I'll be wearing my Matt Harpring jersey, so he'll come protect me if I get attacked by angry hipsters. Ooooh, Portland joke.

Also, here's a little something I whipped up after finishing tonight.


It's Kobe. He's crying into his mask.

Bwahahahaha.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Master Sarah

Well, I've had a particularly depressing day, since I decided to search for jobs. Gah. It seems that I am no more qualified for 99% of jobs than I was before graduate school. This is a pretty standard joke in my life, but I'm now thinking that I may actually be less qualified than I used to be. I suppose that's what happens when you spend two years in the library drinking tea out of a thermos and buying progressively larger scarves.

Check me out, right now:


 Anybody ever notice the percentage of people who get picked for What Not to Wear that are graduate students? Well, it's about 50%, and the rest are retired strippers.

Don't worry though, I'm applying for Ph.D. programs next year, then I'll be really valuable to employers. I'm playing with a few jokes here, let me know what you think.

-"Hi, I'm Dr. Sarah and I'll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you some drinks?"
-Maybe I'll change the language to reflect my advanced degrees, "Ah yes, hello. I'm Dr. Sarah (holds for applause). I'm pleased to be here today to present my semiotic analysis of your menu. (pulls out laser pointer) Please hold your questions."
-Craigslist ad: Do you like pictures of naked people? Well, I can tell you about the social and historical environment from whence they came! $10/hour.
-At least I'll be able to to be on ProActive infomercials: "I'm Dr. Sarah and I am indeed wearing a white lab coat..." (Flashing below screen: Holds a Ph.D in Art History).

Goodness. Anyway, I'll get a job and stuff. I'm actually very much looking forward to a year off, even if that includes a job that doesn't have anything to do with large scarves, where no one will call my Master Sarah. Wait! Maybe I could train young children to use light sabers. "Light Saber 1010, with Master Sarah." Some days I have so much trouble focusing on my graduate work that I end up doing things that aren't particularly relevant, like yoga in my office, or taking frequent trips to the free candy dish in the offices downstairs. Sometimes, I even end up online talking to myself. Can you imagine?

Ah, crap.

Saturday, March 3, 2012

Green Eugene

Michael and I went to some fancy coffee place this morning ("Did you see that roaster, Sarah?"), went on a beautiful hike, ate sushi and shopped for some niece and nephew birthday presents. This is about four more things than I usually do each day, so go team.


We did the Fall Creek Trail, which is about a half an hour outside of Eugene. It's hilarious how quickly Oregon turns into little towns full of horses and Republicans right after you turn off of I-5. It was so GREEN and the water was beautiful and clear. I can't believe that it was that beautiful right now--what is it like in the spring?

Here are some pictures, and to prove my point I'm not going to edit any of them.

 Casual Hiker: one hand remains in pocket at all times


 The water was amazing. That color!

  Moose forgot that he doesn't like water and did some quality fetching.

 Awwww, look at that puppy dog.


 You may notice that this picture is not in focus; Michael took it.

If the state of Oregon wants to borrow this picture for their travel brochures, they may.

Did I mention that the sun came out at the end of the hike? The sun never comes out.

Anyway, we had a stellar day. It's sort of amazing how fortifying it is when people come visit me--especially when they're furry and like to cuddle. Hope you all have a lovely weekend.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Eiffel To

I've seen these pictures before, usually in some dorm room poster format, but I ran across them a few days ago and it got me thinking about how iconic the Eiffel Tower has become, and thus how strange it looks unfinished. It's also funny it is that the Eiffel Tower is never challenged these days. There aren't many people walking around say, "Gah, that Eiffel Tower really gets me down."

In fact, it's become a strange symbol for girlishness and romance, usually set against a pale pink background (at least in the states). It's a common Prom theme. This is strange.

Eiffel, an engineer, saw the work as an exercise in a new material--iron--and an example of well-executed craftsmanship.

Roland Barthes, a philosopher and all around badass, mocked the tower as a failure in his "The Eiffel Tower and Other Mythologies." He comments,

"Eiffel saw his Tower in the form of a serious object, rational, useful; men return it to him in the form of a great baroque dream which quite naturally touches on the borders of the irrational ... architecture is always dream and function, expression of a utopia and instrument of a convenience.”

Construction photos by Théophile Féau from 1887-1889

 Ah, Barthes. Eiffel made a building without walls. It can't count as architecture--it certainly wouldn't pass a building code. And yet, it became the tallest building in the world. It can't be sculpture--too huge, too different from the marble sculpture that still dominated the sculptural scene. It's not a monument, like the Statue of Liberty created a few years earlier--what does it symbolize? What is it then? It's useless.

That's one definition of art: useless.


It seems that this rational engineer who set out to build the world's tallest structure, made of new and completely exposed metals, gave Parisians, instead, a new orientation. The tower could be seen from all over Paris, and standing atop the tower allowed for a new view of their city--a sweeping, all encompassing, and universalizing view. I say universalizing, since when people are reduced to specks on the streets they are reduced to their essence, their simple humanity. Now that is why the Eiffel Tower is romantic.
 

Some Parisians hated it, Guy de Maupassant, an author, used to eat at the restaurant every day, because he claimed it was the only place in the city where you couldn't see the tower. Seems like Barthes was right, though; instead of acting as a exercise in rationality for the 1889 World's Fair that would be dismantled at it's close, it gave the 19th Century Parisians a new way of seeing their city and each other. I guess that's an ok Prom theme. It just needs a subtitle. "Paris: Seeing Your Classmates in a New Way, like Nineteenth Century Parisians did During the 1889 World's Fair."



When I visited Paris a few years (that long!) ago, I was blown away by the tower. See? I'm literally falling over. That jacket is still in France...somewhere.


I left visiting it until my last day in the city, since I thought something that had become such a strange symbol had to be a cheesy tourist fest. And it was. Then the tower started sparkling, and I shut up. Good mistake, Eiffel.  Here's my video from that day:


Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Downsides and Upsides

First downsides:

About a half an hour after class today, I went to the bathroom.

Good story, eh?

Anyway, there was somebody crying in one of the stalls. Crying a lot. This had never happened to me before, although I know that girls are supposed to do this all the time especially if they were killed by Voldemort.

I've encountered crying in practice rooms (music majors, you know?), lots of dorm room crying, booth for two crying (I once waited on a couple that were breaking up at Marie Callendars, they were both crying into their chicken pot pies...), but that's about it. I thought there might be something really wrong, so I asked if I could help or if I could get anyone and a little voice just said, "It's nothing; got a bad grade on the midterm and now I failed a quiz."

And then I quickly ran out of the bathroom before she could open the door and see me, the one with the red pen.

So that's the downside of teaching. Also, the Jazz keep hurting my feelings.

Upsides:

Since I've always been a glass-with-an-average-quantity-of-water person, I thought I would balance this post out by declaring that I made rosemary, ricotta gnocchi, and thus am the best.

Check it out, this blog rocks. I even froze some, although I probably could have eaten it all. I added rosemary, because I'm totally hardcore. Also I wore my apron that my mom made me, so I'm the coolest. Here's a picture of said apron from a few years ago, when I had very long hair and...a stiff neck (?).

DOMESTIC GODDESS -->

Monday, February 13, 2012

Pandas vs. Girl Scouts

My super cool boyfriend sent me some chocolate today. It's not just any chocolate, it's has more stamps on it than a VW van--fair trade, wrapper made from recycled paper, cruelty free, and--get this--ten percent of the sales go toward helping endangered species. Link here. There was a little slip in the box that says "look for our sales representatives at local grocery stores in the month of February."

Now, Girls Scout also stake out local grocery stores in the month of February. I should know, because I haven't been able to find any of them. Why are the Girl Scouts hiding from me? I want some Thin Mints. If I could just get a little one on her own, far from the pack...

Anyway the combination of thinking about girl scout cookies and endangered species chocolate led to an incredible image, which ended up being my favorite part of the present. I've recreated it below.


PS- check out this old commercial from the girl scout's website.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Chocolate Covered Bananagrams

It's Valentines Day in Spokane. Well, it is for us.Yesterday we went on a foggy, snowy hike and watched Moose race around. Moose tracks--everywhere. We got slightly lost, but while lost we saw a white-tailed deer which was very exotic for me. We also met two parties of hikers who were pretty cool. We couldn't believe there were only a few people on the hike (which is only five minutes from Spokane) on a Saturday...too busy doing meth I guess. Sometimes I feel bad about my life, and then I remember that I'm not addicted to meth.

Wow. That took a turn. Let's move on, shall we?

I forgot my camera, so I've documented our dinner instead of the pretty hike.
Note: I won Bananagrams.

Now we're watching Sleepless in Seattle or what Michael calls "my childhood." It's true, his mom really does look like Meg Ryan and this movie was a staple."Hoarses, hoarses, hoarses..."

Gah, we're so romantic.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Skirting Responsibilities

I maybe should be doing art history or pushups or something like that, but I'm taking a break from my day to brag about my skirt.

Check it:


There are two things I've learned from this exercise: I really have to work on my posing; I should start an early morning fashion blog.

Oh, did I mention that my mom made this skirt? With. Yarn.

Yeah, I don't blame you for being jealous.

Friday, February 3, 2012

Having a Bad Day?

I have no right to be laughing so much, while hanging out by myself grading papers, but seriously Bollywood gets me every time. My Uncle Dean, who's been to India a few times himself, sent me a whole case of Bollywood movies when I was in college and I made my roommates watch them all (Bollywood=extreme bonding).
I have this incredible fondness for them, mixed with thinking they're the most over-the-top things I've ever seen. I think it boils down to this: these movies are ridiculous...and I really want to be in one. They should have live productions of this stuff.

This clip doesn't have subtitles, but it's pretty much "Someday my Prince Will Come." There are so many things to look out for--astro turf, gokarts, precocious couch-jumping. My favorite moment comes at 2:32. I'm going to go watch it again.


You're welcome.