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29 Jan

So, as I often do after a breakup, I started a new hobby. This time it’s ballet.

I’ve always wanted to try it. I had my first class on Monday and it was so much fun. And, the teacher said I did incredibly well for someone who has never done it before. I think all that yoga in my past helps some. I’m really excited about it and all of the muscles in my body hurt. I haven’t been this excited about something in a long time so I guess that means I’m doing pretty good. My second class is tomorrow and then I’m going to buy my ballet shoes.  <3

PS – I’m also addicted to Bunheads. I know it sounds cheesy, but it’s really cute and clever and funny.

go team!

3 Aug

Hello, all! I know I haven’t posted in a million years. I’m doing really well and getting in shape, so I’m feeling good.

Anyway, I’m an Olympic fanatic and I just can’t get enough of this video of the US Swimming Team. You’ve probably already seen it, but here it is if you haven’t. They’re adorable! Go USA!

my favorite song for the next five minutes: vi

10 May

I can’t stop listening to this on repeat.

virtual choir 3

2 Apr

Here it is! Virtual Choir 3 singing Eric Whitacre’s “Water Night.” The debut was today.

You can’t see me in any of the close-ups, but I’m hanging out in the lower right quadrant. And if you don’t believe me, my name is in the credits.  ;-)


gandhi’s top ten

2 Mar

Found this on Facebook and liked it. I thought I’d share.

Have a good weekend everyone!

my favorite thing to sing at the top of my lungs while driving (for now)

3 Feb


The video is good too. Hugh Laurie and John Malkovich. Yum. It’s all Dangerous Liaisons up in there.

Happy Friday!

engage tractor beam

28 Dec

Can you tell what we were watching over Christmas break?


(My brother had his feet up on the arm of my chair)

Me: Move your feet. I need to put my arm there.

My Brother: I will not comply.

Me: You must comply. Resistance is futile.

My Brother: (Grin)

shitty is the new chic

5 Dec

Painting by Allen Farrell

I started looking at houses. This seems a little bit crazy, even to me. I have no money. At all. And considerable student loan debt. But I feel like I need to have my own place. I need something to show for my life so far. I need to make an adult investment.

The kind of houses I’m looking at aren’t the houses that most people look at. I take after my parents. I search for old run-down shacks and barely livable eyesores. Houses that make most other people cringe. My only real requirements are that it have decent piece of land, a low price, a sound backbone, and potential. I can take care of the rest.

Buying a dump has three advantages. First, plain and simple, I can’t afford anything else. As it is my parents will probably have to help me with the downpayment anyway. Second, I find the prospect of constructing my own castle exciting. I love old houses. It just so happens that a lot of the dumps around here have history. I like the idea of molding my space into whatever I want it to be. And, most importantly, there’s a sense of pride and accomplishment that comes with working on your own home that can’t really be paralleled by anything else. Third, the really cheap houses are also usually really small. Small is good when renovations are going to be done by a single person, financially and logistically.

I’ve caught the bug. It may take me a year or two to actually make a commitment and buy something, but the process has begun. When I think about buying the crappiest house I can find it makes me positively giddy. I can see myself putting on shingles and tearing out paneling and laying tile. I can envisage the bucolic scene, sitting on the back porch of my cabin with my dog, watching the hens scratch around. I’ll be working in my own garden, growing my own food, raising my own animals. Sure, I can do these things where I live now, and I do. But this is my parents’ house. Those things aren’t really mine. I don’t make the decisions here. Self-determination is a precious thing. But I do have to give my parents credit. Without seeing all that they’ve accomplished I would be brave enough to try and fix a house or farm or do a lot of things. But now I know that it’s totally possible with a lot of commitment, hard work, and time.

So, if you see a shitty, falling-apart, hideous blemish of a domicile on a 5-acre chunk of overgrown land you know who to call.

here be dragons

12 Nov

I gave in and ordered my copy of Skyrim, the fifth installment of the Elder Scrolls series. This could be a very bad thing. Due to my recent burn-out I’ve been spending a lot of time alone in my room immersed in things that allow me to forget about life. This game will only serve to extend my reclusive streak.

It looks mind-blowing. I’m so excited! It should arrive on Wednesday so I’m going to make sure I do my homework early, on Tuesday. Otherwise it may not get done.  I didn’t pre-order Skyrim because I was going to wait a couple of months and buy it used for cheaper. But I can’t do it. I must have it now.

So, if I disappear for the next couple of weeks (or months) you’ll know what happened. I’ll be in nerd nirvana.

my favorite song for the next five minutes: v

26 Oct

I’m nursing some anger at the moment, but you don’t need to hear about it. No need for me to be a downer. So, instead I’ve decided to share my current musical obsession since I haven’t done that in a long time. I am a huge fan of Zooey Deschanel. I love her new show. I identify deeply with her quirky awkwardness…and she’s totally adorable….just like me.

Anyway, this is She & Him. The video is a little bent, but the song is wonderful. I sing it on the way to work.


18 Oct

Since you all seemed to enjoy the time-lapse photography and I’ve been too busy to write a real post….here’s some more!  This time it’s from Iceland, showcasing the midnight sun of summer. I’ve always had a thing for Iceland. There’s something about it’s pop music and hauntingly beautiful landscapes. It’s definitely a place I want to see before I die.

Once again, it’s best viewed in fullscreen. Enjoy! I’ll write a real post soon.



14 Oct

I love some beautiful time-lapse photography. I always find it simultaneously uplifting and melancholic.  Dustin Farrell’s work is amazing. Watch it in HD and fullscreen. It’s worth it.

suck it, acute viral rhinopharyngitis

5 Oct

I just pre-ordered this:

Exciting! And I ordered it in real book format instead of Kindle format. It’s supposed to be amazing. Although, it will take me forever to read. Hopefully I’ll be able to get through a lot of it over the winter break.

Also, Facebook has been making me feel really depressed lately. I’m thinking of taking a sabbatical from it. It’s embarrassing to admit, but all those happily married people with all their cute little babies is enough to put me over the edge. I already feel bad; I don’t need that in my face right now. And about a week and a half ago I made the mistake of talking to my ex on FB chat. It was not a good idea. It ended with sobbing.

Plus, I’m still sick and it’s getting really old.


I have problems.

Feel bad for me.

tea, earl grey, hottie

1 Oct

I don’t know if it has to do with being a Buddhist or if it’s a byproduct of my early exposure to Star Trek: TNG, but I have a thing for bald men.


things i enjoy greatly that make me seem like a geriatric

29 Sep
  1. knitting
  2. jigsaw puzzles
  3. butter pecan ice cream
  4. Masterpiece on PBS
  5. documentaries about random things
  6. crosswords
  7. canning
  8. tea
  9. tea cozies
  10. NPR
  11. murder mysteries (Murder She Wrote, Poirot, Inspector Lewis, etc.)

*Alternatively, one could argue that many of these things could also make me seem British, which would be vastly preferable to being geriatric.

mother earth news fair

27 Sep
Me with sheep

Me with sheep

I spent the weekend with my parents at the Mother Earth News Fair at the Seven Springs Resort in northwestern Pennsylvania. It was great! There were vendors and workshops related to anything a do-it-yourself homesteader could want to know about: keeping bees, spinning yarn, electric fencing, low-impact and organic ways to farm or garden, how to use herbs, butchering your own meat, soap making, composting, preserving food, and how to be an overall responsible consumer. I got some tips from one of the beekeeping presenters, so hopefully we’ll have a successful hive when I try it again this spring.  I also got to see a lot of really cute animals. I wanted to smuggle one of the alpacas home with me. I think I do finally have mom convinced that we should get some angora goats for fiber. She saw how much the handspun yarn was going for.

I heard many wonderful speakers, including Joel Salatin and Ed Begley, Jr. They inspired me to do more to become environmentally aware. I teared up at several points (not that it takes much to elicit that response these days).  It was also great to be around thousands of like-minded people who place a high value on quality food, low carbon footprint, and the satisfaction you can get from being able to make your own food, clothing, etc. If you are interested in any of these things I highly recommend Mother Earth News magazine. It’s a wealth of information.

Here a some more selected photos from the fair:

At a workshop about going packing with your llama

A llama all packed up

A llama all packed up

How to spin with a drop spindle

How to spin with a spinning wheel

Ed Begley, Jr. giving his keynote address

The fair grounds

In the ski lodge

Right before Bill gave me the finger for taking his picture


My spoils


15 Sep

It’s was cold and rainy again today. I’m beginning to feel like I live in Seattle, minus the west coast flavor and the proximity to the ocean. In other words, there are no endearing qualities involved.

Anyway, I spent the day doing homework very slowly, drinking tea, and watching McLeod’s Daughters on Netflix. It’s a guilty pleasure. It was a popular Australian TV show about two sisters who are reunited after they inherit the family ranch, Drover’s Run. It’s got the whole strong-women-riding-horses-and-getting-into-vaguely-comical-situations thing going for it. It gets more soap opera-like as the seasons go on, but I’m only on season three so I can’t really speak to that. I like the sweeping landscapes and the country storylines.  It makes me wistfully dream of moving to the outback, working on a cattle station, and riding off into the sunset wearing a B.C. Stockman.



i’m gonna turn into one soon

1 Sep

I can’t get enough peaches.  Yum.

foamy & squishy

25 Aug

I got my super comfy memory foam mattress topper and this comforter set in the mail today.

I still have to buy sheets to go with it, but my plan to have The Most Comfortable Bed In The World is almost complete. This weekend I’m going to finish painting my desk and move it into my room. Then all I need to do is find some interesting bedside tables and lamps and my sanctuary will be complete. I’m spending more money on this than I probably should be, but it’s important to me to have a happy place.

i ate it with my bare hands

17 May

Wow, I had a rough weekend.  I spent most of the time moping around the house.  But, I got a lot of rest and my cold is starting to go away.  Then today I was feeling better and I made the realization I make every month, “Oh right.  I felt like I wanted to die because I had PMS.”

I hate to perpetuate the stereotype of the hormonal woman, but for me it makes a huge difference.  I get really, really depressed.  Especially if I was already stressed out to begin with.  It’s really bad, man.  But I always seem to forget about it at the time and wonder why I feel so horrible, until my period starts and then everything goes back to normal.  Men, be very glad you don’t have to deal with that crap.

Anyway, I went and got a Pepperidge Farm cake for a little pick-me-up.  It was one of my comfort foods in college and I still like to get one every once in a while.  I found an odd discrepancy at the Lewistown Giant.  It has the strangest selection of items of any grocery store I’ve ever been in.  In the freezer section there were twenty different pies and only two cakes.  Two cakes, I say!  Chocolate or vanilla.  No yellow cake with chocolate frosting.  No lemon cake.  No German chocolate.  But, they had six different kinds of apple pie.  What?

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