Here and Back Again

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I haven’t posted in a while for many reasons. One of the main ones is the fact that it is summer and my parents have a limited amount of internet access. Another is the fact that I just spent the last week in New Orleans going on a Youth conference with my church. It was a lot of fun and I swear it was cooler down there that it was up here. This is my second time in New Orleans, the first was a year after Katrina and I went down with a group to help rebuild. Now I didn’t get to see much past the French Quarter, mainly because when you with a group of 5,500 teenagers you do not let them wander too much. It was a little disappointing to travel for two days and not get to see more of the wonderful historical city. However, I did enjoy wandering around the downtown district and check out some of the traditional sights of a classic Southern city.

My personal favourite was looking at some of the candy shops and buying some pralines. Of course I really shouldn’t be eating so much sugar on a regular basis, but I had to treat myself.

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These are some beauties from a shop in New Orleans and I’m still salivating over the taste. However, the cost of these treats are too much for my budget (with some of the better prices beings $10 a dozen) So I’m going to start looking for some easy recipes for this candies. Hopefully they won’t be too fussy like other candies.

While I would never go down during Mardi Gras season, because like 0ther college-age hallmarks such as the migration during spring break, I find it slightly distasteful and slightly dangerous (since I don’t trust a combination of strange new city, tons of drinking to excess and the sexual drive of the events). However, if I was going on a trip with friends I wouldn’t mind revisiting New Orleans while taking safety precautions. It is a beautiful place with a great deal of history and is worth visiting. That being said trying to find a souvenir for my twelve-year-old sister was close to impossible.

Beat your gums and all such nonsense

Hello all,

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday, but I got back to the dorm late and had quite a bit of homework to do, so blogging wasn’t high on my list of priorities. Anyway yesterday I was reminded of my sister when I was browsing the news and found that the government is releasing the 1947 census to the public. My younger sister S, the middle child, has taken to using archaic slang as of late and I’ve had to put up with comments such as “That’s the bee’s knees” and swell as of late. Well I decided that I would dedicate a blog post to historical slang, more specifically the 1920’s and 1930’s. So here we go.

Beat your gums- idle chatter

Cheaters- glasses

Egg- crude person
Eggs in coffee- to run smoothly

Other lovely slang words are:

All Wet- no good

Joed- tired

Kippy- neat

“Now you’re on the trolley”- now you’ve got it

Jake- Okay as in “everything is jake”

Darb- excellent person

Berries- similar to bee’s knees an expression of appreciation

Brodie- mistake

So anyway I wish you all a great Easter weekend and enjoy the relative warmth.

Abyssinia (I’ll be seeing you)

 

Babies and Bullets

Hello again,

I know I’ve been gone for a while, but yes as Eli says I have been on spring break and relaxing. Well as relaxing as life can ever be.

First things first, I’ve been accepted to the University of Eau Claire! I know Elizabeth will get a little mad that I didn’t tell her directly, but here it is. I’m going to Eau Claire next year. I find that it is good timing since three of my history professors are leaving at the end of the semester and that is just three too many.

Anyway my vacation wasn’t as relaxing as I wanted it to be for two reasons, the first is that my cousin had her twins… three months early. They are beautiful twin boys, but at this time they will be at the Children’s Hospital in the Twin Cities until June. The twins were respectably 1 lb 6oz and 2lb’s each and the smaller of the two has an air pocket in his lung that is worrying. Her is a picture of one of them. There isn’t that many since their parents are more worried about survival than good picture taking, for obvious reasons.

This is a picture of the larger twin, along with the heading picture and the follow picture is of the smaller of the two.

However, my vacation wasn’t spent completely worrying over two very cute babies. I had homework to do and an Elizabeth to catch up with. My homework was not appreciated. I had to write a ten page paper on six films centered around the Cold War and the Vietnam War. There was a diverse collection containing, Dr. Strangelove, The Green Berets, Apocalypse Now, Rambo II, Platoon, and Red Dawn. I personally had the most trouble watching Apocalypse Now, since in incorporated more of war, which I cannot stand to watch. I almost got sick.

I did have a good vacation despite the horror that I saw in the movie and I’m glad to be back.

Anyway you have to love Dr. Strangelove and it’s satire on Atomic Weapon’s use and the dangers of war.

A Happy Girl With a Camera

This has been a up and down week for me.

Monday went as well as it’s been going for the past few weeks. And ‘well’ is not the word to describe it. Horrible. Tear-inducing. Any synonym for that. But, the week gets better, usually. And life goes on.

My mom’s dog Joy. A Jack Russel Terrier who is very photogenic.

This has been an interesting week. Monday’s Human Sexual Biology class had me becoming a hypochondriac as we had a lecture on the BRCA gene. Tuesday I got through a test in World History and a test in my Art History class. I’m pretty confident about those two tests. Wednesday Snowpocalypse  2012 hit western Wisconsin. I had doubted that it would really snow, because the formula for calculated the real amount of snow forecast-ed (as opposed to the fake amount of snow that the weatherman tells us) is to take the lower end of the forecast-ed number, divide it in half and subtract one. It was projected at first to be 4-8 inches of snow. So 4/2=2-1=1. No big deal. But then the number changed, and it was actually (sort of) right.

Slow shutter speed on the bridge facing The Hill. Notice The Hill is capitalized. Because it is that infamous.

What I’m saying is Wednesday was really bad. Living out in the country on a dead-end road usually means that we get plowed out last. Well, it also means that the power will go out. And out it went. I first noticed that the power was probably out when I woke up at 8: 20 and saw that my alarm hadn’t gone off. It took me a second to connect my blank screened clock with a power outage, but my sleepy brain got it. I then slept to 11:00. I got up and panicked because I couldn’t brush my teeth properly without water. Luckily the power came on just as I entered the bathroom. And then I went to class.

A shot of a script I’m starting. A friend and I want to do a silent movie and I’ve been working on some ideas.

Thursday was my exciting day. I went to classes, had an hour break before my time in the photo studio. The previous Saturday I had went to Best Buy and caved and bought a camera. Frankly, it was about time.

They were out of stock, so they told me to come in Thursday. And of course I went in.

And my new camera made my week.

The above photos are taken with my new camera.

Rainy Days and Reading Lists

Today is a very dreary day. There is rain and snow and sleet and ice all mixed together creating a glop that no one in their right mind would want to venture out into. The weather today in Iowa convinces even the most optimistic fool that it is better to remain buried under the blankets with hot cocoa and a good book. For those less scholarly leaning a movie would be a good substitute.  Alas for the majority of students today, myself included, bed was not an option and we had to go to class. Now that I am safely tucked underneath my quilt I can contemplate some of the books on my reading list and the movies waiting in the queue. On rainy days I turn to old favorites, with a new friend or two thrown in.

Some of my favorite films contain quirky humor and/or lean toward the genre of children’s. Although I do act mature most of the time, I lean toward the attitude that the young at heart never grow old. As I am not yet twenty I think that I will need to start practicing before I’ll need it.

The first movie that I have on my to watch list is The Red Balloon, a classic foreign film aimed at children, but since I’ve never seen it, college kids as well.

After that comes a childhood favorite of many, but only a recent addition to my list of beloved movies, Robin Hood: Men in Tights.

A movie actually from my childhood is The Princess Bride. I remember when my parents would fast forward when the Rodents of Unusual Size would come on.

Failing an interest in movies I’ll turn to a favorite T.V. series, that of Rosemary and Thyme from the BBC. Two gardeners who solve crimes. They bring a spunk to the genre.

‘Leaping Lizards and Other Childhood things

Today as I was reading the news during my usual scan of the major news producers I came across the most amazing thing. Apparently on some island somewhere warmer than Iowa they found three tiny breeds of chameleon The juveniles of one species is small enough to perch on the head of a match. Their adorableness reminded me of my own childhood and the summers I spent catching frogs and other creepy crawlies.  I remember one summer when Eli and I caught a bucketful of frogs for no apparent reason. My childhood was like almost everyone’s a happy time, and although looking back on myself at the time I was slightly neurotic, I did enjoy life.

I found this picture on Ebay, apparently this lunch box is now rare. I bet someone is just trying to get rid of it.

I have a few toys that I remember very sharply in my head and the first isn’t a toy at all. When I started Kindergarten I got my very first lunch box. It was My Little Pony and for the life of me I can’t understand why my parents bought it for me since I didn’t care about the toys at all. I remember making stories up about the ponies on the front of the lunchbox and sticking all the stickers my teacher gave me on the inside. I think I still have that lunchbox hiding somewhere in the house probably holding my ancient crayon collection.

Now for me my crayon collection was more than simply art supplies. In fact outside of school I didn’t care for crayons to color with at all. Instead I played house with my crayons. The periwinkle crayon was the princess and the scarlet and black the mother and the father. Of course the robin’s egg blues where evil, because I thought that color was ugly. The outside wrappers were gently slipped off of the crayons and exchanged so that the crayons could have different clothes and on it went. I don’t quite understand the  obsession anymore, but I played similar games with my hot wheel cars, marbles and colored pencils.

This didn’t mean that I didn’t have dolls, on the contrary I probably had to many, like many children from my generation. This doll in particular became the focal point of a traumatic childhood memory (at least to a five-year-old it was traumatic). I don’t know how I pestered my mother into letting me get this doll, but somehow I ended up with the Songbird Barbie. This doll came with a small pink/purple bird that balanced on a fingertip and sang when it’s beak was pressed. Anyway as soon as I got the doll I went to go play with it. We were living in a small house at the time that had one closet that opened into both of the bedrooms. It was here my parents stored their sewing supplies and other knickknacks that survived moving and was a perfect place to play with dolls. There were multiple sets of drawers and crevices to make the perfect barbie houses out of. However, it was also a great place to loose doll parts into. I somehow managed to pop the head of off my beautiful new barbie and loose her head in the mess of the closet. I was devastated and  ran to my mother who was with my little sister. She helped me look and since we were not able to find the head she told me to get rid of the body. The next day we found the head and I was very mad with my mother. Anyway long story short I hung on to that noisy little bird and hideous dress for a very long time afterward, probably till I was 13 or 14. It was something that reminded me of being a kid and it stayed hidden in a drawer forever.

This is a toy that I’m certain some people will recognize, it’s the original Polly Pocket! Although both Eli and I had both this version and the larger version that is still sold today. I remember sticking these in my pocket and bringing them outside for recess and playing under that trees. It was much better than tag or the playground and Eli and  I made up all sorts of stories about them.

Hats, Hats, Hats

This week I’ve been decently busy with papers and work evaluations, however; as usual one of my homework assignments gave me inspiration for the blog. The project was to create a hypothetical project researching the history of a certain piece of fashion. I started to wonder about the downfall of the hat. It has not been that long since every sensible person was not seen outside of their home without a hat on. Milliner was actually a word that was used in everyday language and the fedora was commonly seen. Since I am an admirer of hats (one of the reasons I have short hair is so I can wear my cloche) I’ve decided to put together a short photo history of hats. I ran across PoppycockVintage a hat shop on Etsy and fell in love with some of the hats I found. This is a photo history of some hats from 1910 to 1980 the one I am using for my header is a hat from the 1890’s and the lovely model is Ashely Webb the owner of the shop. Some of her hats remind me of a collection that one of my friends mothers let us use for a historical set play. I just loved the netting on my hat.

A totally awesome hat from 1910, made out of velvet with ostrich feathers.

 

A 1920's fur cloche. I wish I owned this one, I love cloches.

A hat from the 1930's I do not know what I think of all the feathers.

A hat from the 1940's. Looking at this woman I wish I had her hair, it reminds me of my little sister's so much.

This hat is from the 1950's. It reminds me of one I wore once.

A 1960's hat that reminds me of Peacock in Clue!

A 1970's Fedora that is almost Nancy Drew in style.

A 1980's hat that I also think should be in Clue.