Deutlich mentioned in her blog this site that gives you a list of 24 cities you should live in. I can't tell if it's fixed, but someone else mentioned they got Providence and Little Rock really high on their list as well, so either the three of us have similar needs in location or that site is a bunch of boo-hawkey.
Seven out of the 24 cities I got are in New Mexico. Apparently there's a city called Truth or Consequences. How awesome is that? Much better than Bumpass, VA. My #1 and #2 are both in New Mexico. Santa Fe was #8. It seems I was right in choosing New Mexico. OMW full speed ahead!
Thanks for all of your comments, beloved readers and fellow bloggers. Frequently, I abandon things or decide to change things up. I don't know if it's boredom, the stars, bipolar disorder, or what, but I think I will attempt to keep up with this blog because it seems like at least one person enjoys it, and that's enough for me. I will still launch my new blog. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's multi-tasking (I really wanted to say something dirty there instead but couldn't think of anything I was willing to publish).
But I do need something on this blog. A weekly something. Many of the blogs I read have a weekly something. My favourite is Maxie's Would You Rather Wednesdays. Nobody seems to do the weekend except Postsecret and fourfour (he usually posts his ANTM stuff on the weekend). Friday seems to be a popular day. I was born on a Friday. Just thought I'd throw that in there. Perhaps Tuesday? No, I have my Chipotle/movie nights with one of my BFFs on Tuesday. Monday? Hm.
Well, first I should figure out what this weekly something should be. Suggestions?
Also, no one has commented on the video I posted. P² made it. I think it's really well done and cute. So please watch it, and let me know what you think.
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Friday, April 25, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Manifest Desti-me
I told my friend about Operation Move West and how P² has seven years to change his mind or I may just leave without him, and she accidentally called it my "Manifest Destimy", which I thought was on purpose as "Manifest Desti-ME!" It sounded appropriate. Operation Move West (aka Manifest Desti-me). I love it!
She and I were sitting in Ben and Jerry's having a nice long chat catching up. We had just watched Be Kind Rewind. I'm probably biased because it's Michel Gondry, so I can't really say if I recommend it or not, but I liked it. I gave it 3.5 out of 5 stars (I almost gave it 4, but realized I was just doing it because it's Michel Gondry). The trailer is misleading. The story is much more complex though still campy. This movie seems like Gondry's way of showing us his world of moviemaking, not just the result but rather some of the effort put into some of his genius effects and shots. It may also give us a clue to Gondry's stance on movie piracy, though it could have been just a necessity to the plot. Also, I knew Gondry had a soft spot for gross humour after watching his poo film starring himself and David Cross, but a particular moment in Be Kind Rewind definitely erases any doubt. He's the best!
That also accomplishes a part of one of the things on my list. I am one step closer. I also had to change number six because I realized there was no way I could finish ASL VI by my next birthday because the semester would have just started, and that's assuming I can afford the classes next fall.
She and I were sitting in Ben and Jerry's having a nice long chat catching up. We had just watched Be Kind Rewind. I'm probably biased because it's Michel Gondry, so I can't really say if I recommend it or not, but I liked it. I gave it 3.5 out of 5 stars (I almost gave it 4, but realized I was just doing it because it's Michel Gondry). The trailer is misleading. The story is much more complex though still campy. This movie seems like Gondry's way of showing us his world of moviemaking, not just the result but rather some of the effort put into some of his genius effects and shots. It may also give us a clue to Gondry's stance on movie piracy, though it could have been just a necessity to the plot. Also, I knew Gondry had a soft spot for gross humour after watching his poo film starring himself and David Cross, but a particular moment in Be Kind Rewind definitely erases any doubt. He's the best!
That also accomplishes a part of one of the things on my list. I am one step closer. I also had to change number six because I realized there was no way I could finish ASL VI by my next birthday because the semester would have just started, and that's assuming I can afford the classes next fall.
26 by 26
- Pay off my amex card.
- Go to Europe.
- Donate hair to Locks of Love.
- Learn to knit.
- Open an account on etsy and sell shit.
- Comlete an outline and first chapter for novel.
- Be able to cue a song.
- Watch 100 new movies. (1/100)
- Get tattoo for 25th birthday.
- Watch a signed performance.
- Make a new website layout.
- Take at least one day trip to NYC.
- Do at least five new things in DC. (0/5)
- Make a Halloween costume.
- Cook at least one dish from the vegan cookbook.
- Go to the dentist.
- Read ten new books. (0/10)
- Delete unnecessary e-mail accounts and website.
- Make a donation to Animal Welfare Institute.
- Go to at least three ASL meetups. (0/3)
- Open up a savings account or enroll in 401K.
- Edit together a music video.
- Get rid of pile of unneeded/unwanted stuff.
- Learn Tai Chi.
- Exercise a minimum of 20 minutes at least 100 days. (0/100)
- Have a fun year!
Monday, February 4, 2008
I can't think of a catchier title than just, "San Franciscooooo!"
It has been a week since I have been back from San Francisco. I was there from Wednesday, Jan. 23, through Monday, Jan. 28. I have been working everyday since Tuesday, Jan 29. I'm exhausted. I needed a vacation after my vacation. Steph and I did a shitload of walking, and a lot of that was walking in the rain, sometimes very windy rain, sometimes there were big puddles.
Ok, so I actually had a whole entry written out that went through the whole trip day by day, but then I thought, "Zzzz." I thought I was being concise, and I was, but it wasn't worth reading. I might as well have told you how many steps I took or which cable cars we hopped on. By the way, I know more about San Francisco now than I do DC ("Oh, yeah, you just take the 30 bus down to Union Square..." "What the fuck do you mean downtown? What part of DC is DOWNTOWN??"). How sad is that? So in more of a nutshell: I'm obsessed with Alcatraz now, people are more rude in San Francisco than NYC and DC if you take public transportation but they are so freaking cool in the Castro and other places, our hostel was surrounded by girlie shows and XXX shops, if you buy rainboots it will stop raining, a woman named Cille on the plane to SF convinced me I need to move to Santa Fe (oh, I just realized Santa Fe is also "SF"), you will always spend more money than you plan to, I am salt and my boyfriend is pepper (Alcatraz S&P shakers have turned into His&Hers novelty items for us), and a guy named Martin at the hostel told me a drug story about a guy who was all excited about catching a gnome under a laundry basket or something and it turned out he had captured a child with down syndrome (why did I include this in my entry? Because when asked I said I would pass on the story of the down syndrome gnome...it sounds better when he tells it...doesn't everything sound better when told with a European accent?).
Wow, my new entry wasn't as...accurate as the other entry I had made, but I sacrifice detail for extreme conciseness (is that a word?).
I want to watch So I Married An Axe Murderer again because I think watching it now after having been to San Francisco will be interesting. I love that movie. I kept talking about it when we were there.
So now I am all about moving to Santa Fe. Of course I still need to see it before I decide for sure because I may get there and be disappointed. I told P² that we're taking a trip there to check it out. He didn't say no or seem apprehensive, so for him that's almost like saying, "Cool beans!" I told my mom about how I might move to Santa Fe, and she was all excited about it saying she'll have a reason to visit the west because apparently she's never been out west. I asked one of my best friends if she'd move to New Mexico with me, and she was all, "Sure, maybe, why not? I have family there." Exxxxxcellent.
When I got back from my trip, I had over 400 entries in my Google reader. I finally went through all of them yesterday (ok, not really. I skipped over most of it. I'm a slow reader with a short attention span, but I did read some). I'm glad I took that trip. I needed to step away from the computer. I have these spurts of obsession (obsession with anything...tasks, people, games, books, music, etc.). Luckily they don't last very long, but I just have one of those personalities where I really get into things. I may not be consistent, but...yeah, I have no real "but" to that thought. I'm not consistent. Period.
Now for some pictures I took in California. I took over 600 photos (2GB memory cards can go a long way). I posted 120 of them on facebook. Here I'll limit it to twelve, and I'm only posting ones I didn't post on facebook, so these are certainly not the cream of the crop. Mm...cream...
Pipes, bowls, and bongs are art.
How to escape from Alcatraz.
My feet were soaked from the rain. This is me attempting to dry them, but the dryer was freezing, and apparently when you're miserable from having wet shoes and socks, it's hard to maintain balance.
One of the many plants at the Conservatory of Flowers at Golden Gate Park.
A store in Haight Ashbury.
"The Crookedest Street" in the world (...not). If I could live anywhere in San Francisco, I'd want to live in the blue house on this street.
San Fran has too many hills. I had to sit down. These are the rainboots I bought right before it stopped raining.
Dog! This was at the beach my online friend Tara and her husband took us to see the Pacific Ocean.
Beach!
Our first night at the hostel, someone had to duct tape our window shut.
Can you spot the famous parrots of Telegraph Hill?
My last meal in SF in Chinatown.
San Francisco!
Ok, so I actually had a whole entry written out that went through the whole trip day by day, but then I thought, "Zzzz." I thought I was being concise, and I was, but it wasn't worth reading. I might as well have told you how many steps I took or which cable cars we hopped on. By the way, I know more about San Francisco now than I do DC ("Oh, yeah, you just take the 30 bus down to Union Square..." "What the fuck do you mean downtown? What part of DC is DOWNTOWN??"). How sad is that? So in more of a nutshell: I'm obsessed with Alcatraz now, people are more rude in San Francisco than NYC and DC if you take public transportation but they are so freaking cool in the Castro and other places, our hostel was surrounded by girlie shows and XXX shops, if you buy rainboots it will stop raining, a woman named Cille on the plane to SF convinced me I need to move to Santa Fe (oh, I just realized Santa Fe is also "SF"), you will always spend more money than you plan to, I am salt and my boyfriend is pepper (Alcatraz S&P shakers have turned into His&Hers novelty items for us), and a guy named Martin at the hostel told me a drug story about a guy who was all excited about catching a gnome under a laundry basket or something and it turned out he had captured a child with down syndrome (why did I include this in my entry? Because when asked I said I would pass on the story of the down syndrome gnome...it sounds better when he tells it...doesn't everything sound better when told with a European accent?).
Wow, my new entry wasn't as...accurate as the other entry I had made, but I sacrifice detail for extreme conciseness (is that a word?).
I want to watch So I Married An Axe Murderer again because I think watching it now after having been to San Francisco will be interesting. I love that movie. I kept talking about it when we were there.
Operation: Move West
So now I am all about moving to Santa Fe. Of course I still need to see it before I decide for sure because I may get there and be disappointed. I told P² that we're taking a trip there to check it out. He didn't say no or seem apprehensive, so for him that's almost like saying, "Cool beans!" I told my mom about how I might move to Santa Fe, and she was all excited about it saying she'll have a reason to visit the west because apparently she's never been out west. I asked one of my best friends if she'd move to New Mexico with me, and she was all, "Sure, maybe, why not? I have family there." Exxxxxcellent.
Blogging?
When I got back from my trip, I had over 400 entries in my Google reader. I finally went through all of them yesterday (ok, not really. I skipped over most of it. I'm a slow reader with a short attention span, but I did read some). I'm glad I took that trip. I needed to step away from the computer. I have these spurts of obsession (obsession with anything...tasks, people, games, books, music, etc.). Luckily they don't last very long, but I just have one of those personalities where I really get into things. I may not be consistent, but...yeah, I have no real "but" to that thought. I'm not consistent. Period.
Picture Time!
Now for some pictures I took in California. I took over 600 photos (2GB memory cards can go a long way). I posted 120 of them on facebook. Here I'll limit it to twelve, and I'm only posting ones I didn't post on facebook, so these are certainly not the cream of the crop. Mm...cream...
Pipes, bowls, and bongs are art.
How to escape from Alcatraz.
My feet were soaked from the rain. This is me attempting to dry them, but the dryer was freezing, and apparently when you're miserable from having wet shoes and socks, it's hard to maintain balance.
One of the many plants at the Conservatory of Flowers at Golden Gate Park.
A store in Haight Ashbury.
"The Crookedest Street" in the world (...not). If I could live anywhere in San Francisco, I'd want to live in the blue house on this street.
San Fran has too many hills. I had to sit down. These are the rainboots I bought right before it stopped raining.
Dog! This was at the beach my online friend Tara and her husband took us to see the Pacific Ocean.
Beach!
Our first night at the hostel, someone had to duct tape our window shut.
Can you spot the famous parrots of Telegraph Hill?
My last meal in SF in Chinatown.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
JEW, chopping broccoli, and Operation: Move West...Oh, my!
JEW News OMG!
Apparently Jimmy Eat World will be going on another tour (hooray!). This time they are coheadlining with Paramore. As long as nobody in Paramore likes to throw their musical equipment at the audience...
Why I Don't Like to Cook
Oh, I can cook. If I tried, I'd probably be amazing (and incredibly modest), but I don't try because I don't like to cook. Why? No matter what you're making, it takes much longer to make than it does to eat. I'm an extremely impatient person, especially when it comes to food. I'm a slow eater, but I don't like waiting to eat when the food is right in front of me. I can't even chop broccoli. You know those broccoli stalks? The ones that look like tiny trees? I have bought them with the intention of making some yummy salad or just chopping it up and drizzling some oil on them. Um...I'm lucky I even washed the damn thing. I ran that sucker under the water, dried it, had the cutting board out and everything, but then it was *stare*munch*munch*munch*, like it was a freakin' turkey leg. I thought, why bother to chop it up? My teeth will do that anyway! So yeah. I don't cook unless you count the microwave because that you just pop in and walk away. I'm all about multitasking. You can't really multitask when chopping something or frying something up.
One day maybe I'll cook. I might even think it's fun. One day. When I learn some self-control.
Operation: Move West
This has been cooking in my mind for a while. Well, the thought of getting out of this area has been in my mind, since, oh, about the middle of third grade. First, what is this area? The east coast. More specifically the Mid-Atlantic region. Even more specifically the DC area...or rather an hour away. We like to call this area "Northern Virginia". I have lived in Northern Virginia my WHOLE life. I've lived in five different cities, and they are all a part of NoVA. Sucks!
Just like I've always thought of baby names, I've also always thought about where I would move to when I escape. I don't remember the different places I considered up until college, when I decided I will be moving to Toronto. Yes, I wanted to leave the country altogether (and not just because of Bowling for Columbine or the 2004 presidential election). I love Canada! I've been to Toronto once. I had a miserable time. That was not Canada's fault. It had to do with my friends, and we were on a band trip my freshman year of high school. Anyway, my favourite team sport is hockey, and my favourite hockey team is the Maple Leafs.
Then when I met the person I think I'm probably going to end up spending the rest of my (or his, whichever ends first) life with, I find out he doesn't want to move to Canada. After much discussion (that popped up over the span of several months, so it was casual discussion), I find out that California (my second choice) is out of the question because he believes it's going to fall into the ocean, and the only place we can agree on is the Southwest. So it's going to be Arizona or New Mexico. Operation: Move West is in its infant stages, but already the idea is planted, growing, and spreading like a cure to a disease.
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