I forgot entirely to tell you about Monday morning's glitter explosion! A gal in my dorm was in the bathroom the other morning, trying to maximize her pretty factor so that people would know she was single by choice. And then she exploded glitter powder all over herself and her beautiful outfit. Not the fairly light kind either, but the kind that looks like an iridescent sheet on your skin. Because nothing says single and empowered like butterfly-wing colors all over your everything. I'm sure Viviana could pull it off fine though: she's really gorgeous.
Anyway. This week was surprisingly studious for me. We watched this online documentary in my Tuesday Islam & Modernity class, and then I returned to my dorm. It was so beautiful outside that I couldn't stay indoors long, so I packed up some books and some food and went to picnic and study in the graveyard near my dorm, which has gorgeous trees and tons of sunlit grassy patches. Yay for cold coffee, pears and peas over poetry and French.
After a while studying got boring, so I started singing while reading and then I ended up just singing and watching people watch me as they cut through the area. My sister came to hang out with me after her classes ended, and we ended up using 50 broken pieces of pine needles to do an I Ching reading, which is an ancient form of fortune telling that comes from the Confucian tradition in China. The sun set, so we went in for coffee and TV shows off of the internet. The Office, 30 Rock, and classic Doctor Who all have very special places in my heart. Especially that third one: sometimes I think I should just quit college and go write for Doctor Who, because I know that show (classic series and new) inside and out.
Wednesday was marked in frisbee, a serious talk with Duncan about something that was said over the summer that I have never been able to shake (you'd never know that being called a ghost could do such psychological damage), and a surprise visit from my UNCW freshman friend Lauren! I love Lauren with an intensity. She was one of two friends that I had throughout high school that I was friends with both in and outside of school. Aside from her love for German, Spanish and Japanese, her obsession with Darth Vader, her wild skill at Ultimate frisbee, and her general Florida-raised Cuban gorgeousness, Lauren is also studying to be a nurse. She is seriously thinking about transferring here, so the campus tour I gave her might have been extremely biased pro-Chapel Hill as a result. Maybe. I had to take a few breaks (to go and judge some calligrammes for a French Department contest, to plan a sushi/make-your-own-recycled-whiteboard/Exit Through the Gift Shop community night for Cobb Dorm next week, to choreograph a few new Zumba routines... you get the gist). The night out on Franklin ended with coffee and a group discussion about feelings before Lauren and her Miata-driving ami drove off for Wilmington (1 am). Then George spent the night in my room.
Weekdays are quiet. Today's adventures were fairly few, aside from massive amounts of hanging out with people and just a bit of studying (I do do that occasionally, you know). There were Indian dancers in the Pit this afternoon, so I ate out there and watched them do their thing. I think I might join the intramural frisbee team. I'm so out of shape for it–the last time I played frisbee well and regularly was over a year ago, and though I could keep up with the boys back then (and even surpass some of them) a) it's been a while since that time and b) the boys didn't stop playing, so they're all much much better than I am by a long shot at this point. Catching up is a pain.
The night is still young. Studying, coffee, and a quick choreography review before I teach are happening now. At 8 I teach my Zumba class (hopefully it'll be good). And after that... well, who knows? The night is still young. Tomorrow after classes, Duncan and I will go pick up his car and go home for the weekend. I'm not sure how my time will divide itself there, but mostly I just want to chill with my parents since I'll be missing spring break for that paleontological dig I'm going on.
To make up for the quietness of my life at present, I give you...
TODAY'S LINKS:
Several of today's have been shamelessly ripped from my fBook page.
Classify galaxies for the Hubble project.
Collect things. Or just find more websites that do it for you. 1-2-3-Quest!
Another really awesome photography project that's out there.
Speaking of photography: something nifty and vaguely related.
The science of absurdity. Learn to measure abstraction.
The best possible punctuation.
Nothing to say.
Musical Artist of the Day: Florence + the Machine. I think I've already run a few things by her in your direction. But it's time to get intense now. She does the most unspeakably splendid things with the harp and her own rich, well-ranged voice. This was my first love with her (though not my first exposure), this might have been last summer's anthem, this song might be my all-time favorite by her, this is a song by her that I would love to own, and these two songs are ones that I've recently been obsessed with. She also does some neat cover work for other bands.
Since I keep giving you links to music, maybe I should give you a better way to explore it. You can save playlists of songs on this site, you can listen to stations like with Pandora (only without the adds or 40-hour/month cap), and you can even upload your own iTunes library onto the player. It's awesome.
Anyhow, I must return to mes études and choreographic review. I love love love reading your comments. I'm sorry I haven't been responding to them, but I do appreciate it–I feel like I've been seeing a whole new side of you through them recently. I hope you're well, babe.
Ooh! I almost forgot. Google search "241543903" and look at the images. What do they have in common? I believe some PDFs near the top of the hits list will give it away, but try it anyway. :)
And one last link, for kicks and giggles.
Your caffeine-loving friend,
moi
Sorry for the delay of my comments. To be honest, I lost motivation to write a reply when I was reading this through the first time. Instead, I went to sleep. Such a bad friend.
ReplyDeleteYou are not a ghost Hanna. If so, Duncan would have to speak to me also the repair some psychological damage incurred over the last 5 years of knowing you….
So far I have watched about half of the video about women and the mosques. The first image of the women inside the mosque was too much for me. The mosque without the barriers! I don’t blame so many women for staying out of the mosque; they certainly aren’t welcome there behind opaque “windows”. Angry Simone.
Cuil theory is classic. It is a new name for an old practice. If I ask you for a hamburger, what will you give me Hanna? I think if you ask me for one, I will look at you like you are crazy and give you some nutella. I believe that puts me at 1 cuil. I could do better…..
The fulgurator was used to make a note on the sign marking what used to be the border between East and West Germany. The note compared the East/West border to the border between the US and Mexico. People in Germany really must hate Americans (no surprise). Our border is not open because the US and Mexico are different countries and have been so for a very long time. East and West Germany were separated by war. I don’t have a stance at this point on the immigration issue, but I think the link made with the fulgurator was just another hit to all the jackass Americans. I guess the projected image is an artist’s interpretation, but maybe he should leave his interpretation off of others’ photos? Or at least allow them one picture without his intrusions. Nevertheless, the technology itself is awesome.
Interrobang…hahahahaha. Why did I not know about this before? I have been deprived my entire life.
You know—Alex isn’t much with words. Never has been. I guess it makes sense since (I couldn’t resist love) he wants to be an engineer. It would be great to have someone tell you that they are willing to write a magnificent metaphoric symphony that will reverberated right to your core and leave you enamored. Romance is in words. Words aren’t everything, but numbers aren’t the same. Calculated phrases aren’t the same as symphonies.
I love Florence and the Machine. It is relaxing and intriguing. My favorite combination.
And that google search was absurd in the best way possible. I don’t believe I have ever stuck my head that far into a refrigerator before.
“The distance between us is nothing.” Okay so don’t judge me too harshly when I tell you this story. Once upon a time…..before Alex and I left for college, we were bored one day and decided to make t-shirts and paint puzzle pieces on each. The pieces fit together. No really (I am a perfectionist, so we used stencils). You and I should do something similar to this for the hell of it. I’ll cut a pointe shoe in half and send it to you. I have about a million because for some reason I can’t throw them away. Nothing like a decorative half of a pointe shoe hanging on the wall to strike up conversation with a guest in your dorm room. Give me your address unless, of course, you do not want an old smelly pointe shoe remnant sent to you.
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