Let’s Ketchup!

I apologize for the pun. I couldn’t help myself.

I’m going to keep this post short, which seems like a rip-off, since I haven’t posted in a couple of weeks, but life (and EC) has just been so darn busy. I’ll leave you with some photos to let you see what I’ve been up to the past few weeks.

Better than Instagram! My grandpa had some filters for his old camera, and let me borrow them to experiment with. This is using a orange vignette filter with a six photo prism.

This is another filter photo. This time with just a plain vignette filter.

This is Pokey. He is my Human Sexual Biology professor’s tortoise. He visited my class one day and I’m pretty sure it’s unanimous that tortoises are about as cool an animal as there is.

Wednesday I went to a performance of “Viver Brasil:Feet on the Ground” to get pictures for the newspaper and to cover it for EC’s radio station. It was really exhilarating and fascinating. Of course, at the end they came into the audience and wanted us to dance, and I was sitting close to the stage and they got me to stand up…I’m not really the best dancer in the world.

This is my favorite image from Wednesday. It was defiantly a ‘decisive moment’ photograph.

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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)

 

Being a Bossypants

Can you tell what book I’m reading?

Yep! Tina Fey’s Bossypants. I’ve been wanting to read this book since it came out. Mostly because I’ve always identified with Tina Fey. Although I’m probably not as funny as her.

“Bossypants”

But as I get more into the book, the more I’m affirmed in my identification with Tina Fey. She talks about her child-size Colonial lady outfit. Had one of those. A college relationship with a guy that wanted to keep the relationship a secret. Had a highschool relationship like that. “I think it was closer to the truth that he was just a control freak…” she said. “Control freak” what an appropriate phrase (if you don’t believe me, ask Anne).

Those are just some examples. But let’s look at why I love Tina Fey in a different way. Her success. How many women are as acknowledged in the comedy world as she is? Not very many.  And she doesn’t write/act/whatever the silly dumb female characters. Partly because I believe she doesn’t think that’s what make female characters funny. Just because you’re smart doesn’t make you serious and unfunny. Just like if you like fashion it doesn’t make you dumb (but that’s a whole other megillah).

My love for Tina Fey isn’t something that’s new. It actually started at around 10, when I started watching Saturday Night Live, there was just something about the funny, smart lady doing the satrical news.

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.

Changing Weather

I know. Anne knows. We haven’t posted for a couple weeks. Anne was on spring break for the past couple Tuesdays, and I’ve been super busy. Journalism takes a lot out of a girl.

But now it is spring break for me and I am happier than a bird with a french fry.

But it is ridiculously warm out. And even though I love it, it gets me worried. It’s March. And two weeks ago I was photographing this:

Pretty, Pretty icicles.

And now it was 80 degrees out today. And I believe it is going to thunderstorm tonight.

I don’t want to complain, because I’m sick of winter (and I love night thunderstorms), but it’s not going to be good when the trees start to bud and then it freezes.

It does make a nice day for walking and window browsing in downtown Eau Claire with your bestest friend, though. And taking nice, bright photos, to get a head-start on my photo club exhibit piece.

A little bird that makes me think of spring.

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.