Wednesday, October 3, 2007
to ksw
Dear ksw,
ljg
- you aren't allowed to post in economics any more.
- ANTM and gossip girl are on tonight.
- next time I am going to do a history themed post. ie. why Otto Von Bismarck, the Puritans, and anyone in WWI is amazing. More amazing than econ. curves.
ljg
hump day
i have long considered the day to be a distribution curve that is skewed to the left with wednesday being centered over the mean.
- the week starts with monday: when you wake up everything is fine and dandy, and then you remember you have class. not only do you have class, you discover as the day progresses, but you have reading and problem sets, and papers that you somehow managed to blank on over your gloriously free free weekend. then you get out to the boathouse and you discover in addition to class and reading and problem sets and papers that your coach is super pissed about one thing or the other and practice is super hard
- steep upward trend
- then comes tuesday, oh crap-- here we are at the beginning, not a weekend in sight, and shit is getting real, really quick
- steeper upward trend
- then comes wednesday = hump day. once you get past wednesday the rest is down hill, but first you have to make it though wednesday AND wednesday night. everything is due thrusday, and even the stuff that isn't due thursday you have to do wednesday night because on thursday night you have antm and gossip girl which leaves very little time for work when you consider the early wakeup due to am lift. wednesday is like when you are running up a hill and you know you are almost at the crest, and you know any stride you will not be running uphill anymore, but be striding easily down-- but you aren't there yet, and somehow each successive stride is made harder because of the knowledge that you are almost at the top. sometimes it is even like you are on ski's trying to cross-country up-hill, going almost nowhere, and each stride you go foward, also takes you back a bit. (i could also throw in a rowing metaphore-- it's like rowing in a head wind, each time square your blade to catch the wind picks it up, forcing you back towards stern making you to miss water which has the added disadvantage of pissing off your bow, further slowing you down down down down)
- the hump, the crest, the peak, the max...whatever you want to call it
- but once you past wednesday, life is good. thrusday is the new friday--one doesn't have class on friday unless she has a burning desire to learn about negative space and sketch in a notebook, in which case she is presumed to be throughly enjoying the experience of sitting in lecture on the weekend (l? C?)
- sloping down
- friday is the weekend
- and down
- as is satuday
- and down
- as is sunday
- and down-- never actually reaching zero, but here we are getting pretty damn close
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
The evolution of awkwardness
Ok, so I wasn't always awkward. This is something I am pretty much certain about. I blame Facebook and boys for this ailment. Facebook is at fault because it makes it possible to know someone without actually knowing them in real life, making you have to pretend when you actually meet them that you a) don't know someone's name b) don't know their interests, fav. music, and cute/ironic "about me". I am bad at this pretending. Also, I always feel like people know I know who they are, and it becomes some sneaky and annoying circle of awkwardness where we both try not to reveal what we really know.
That is the true essence of awkwardness (awkwardity?), when something lingers in the air unsaid or an event remains unmentioned although you are clearly both aware of it. Essentially, awkwardness is that giant pink elephant in the room no one is talking about. Akwardness is most prevalent (in my case) post hookup. Having been on the receiving end of day after-makeout awkwardness far too many times, I have evolved into an awkwardness initiator. If I act uncomfortable first, I cannot be made more uneasy by their response. This is of course, horribly stupid and annoying. Bobo, one might say. When I talk about "being more brave", that's my awkward way of saying that I should be less awkward. Awesome.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Best TV day of the week, and always has the potential for a dance party...
That is the true essence of awkwardness (awkwardity?), when something lingers in the air unsaid or an event remains unmentioned although you are clearly both aware of it. Essentially, awkwardness is that giant pink elephant in the room no one is talking about. Akwardness is most prevalent (in my case) post hookup. Having been on the receiving end of day after-makeout awkwardness far too many times, I have evolved into an awkwardness initiator. If I act uncomfortable first, I cannot be made more uneasy by their response. This is of course, horribly stupid and annoying. Bobo, one might say. When I talk about "being more brave", that's my awkward way of saying that I should be less awkward. Awesome.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. Best TV day of the week, and always has the potential for a dance party...
tuesday thoughts
Check out the New York times business section today, ksw would be so proud of you. Ignore all the stuff that the future investment bank people will want you to know about and look at the bottom of the page where they talk about yachts and yacht-accessories. This article made my morning, apparently it is no longer cool to just have a yacht with 5 bedrooms, 2 exorcise rooms, a sauna, and a wine cellar. No, you are not fly (hahaha) if you don't have a helicopter, or at least a minis-sub to go with it (no you understand the laughter, fly and helicopter= pun). There are some priceless quotes that I will not recreate here, suffice it to say I cannot wait until the day when the energy saving additions to my 34 million dollar boat will be a "laughable" increase in the price.
Wearing a dress I got on bluefly today. Its color-blocked which is pretty sick, but also a little sheer. Bummer. Using leggings to deal with the issue, must invest in some slips. Also, I must agree with cbg about the necessity of yoga pants. Only because this morning I awoke to go to lift only to find myself devoid of any comfy pants. Had to drag my exposed legs all the way to the gym, again bummer.
The use of the word bummer reminds me that some clarifications may be in order. In case the word appears in the coming posts, I will quickly define a commonly used PBH phrase: BOBO.
The term bobo comes from my cousins who used it to describe pretty much anything that was not normal, cool, or kosher. CBG and I use it to describe things we find unpleasant, lame, or awkward. Pretty much synonymous with "tool", or ocasionally for asshole. But it can also be a term of endearment, for a dumb but lovable friend (ie. CBG herself).
Examples: " I cannot believe she is wearing jeans with a jeans jacket. That is so bobo".
"That kid in section is a major bobo. He needs to shut up about Foucault."
On the radar this week:
racing season
fall temperatures
getting shit done (on the water, in the classroom)
being less awkward (one might say bobo)
needing a pedicure
planning a Halloween costume/someone's 21st
Wearing a dress I got on bluefly today. Its color-blocked which is pretty sick, but also a little sheer. Bummer. Using leggings to deal with the issue, must invest in some slips. Also, I must agree with cbg about the necessity of yoga pants. Only because this morning I awoke to go to lift only to find myself devoid of any comfy pants. Had to drag my exposed legs all the way to the gym, again bummer.
The use of the word bummer reminds me that some clarifications may be in order. In case the word appears in the coming posts, I will quickly define a commonly used PBH phrase: BOBO.
The term bobo comes from my cousins who used it to describe pretty much anything that was not normal, cool, or kosher. CBG and I use it to describe things we find unpleasant, lame, or awkward. Pretty much synonymous with "tool", or ocasionally for asshole. But it can also be a term of endearment, for a dumb but lovable friend (ie. CBG herself).
Examples: " I cannot believe she is wearing jeans with a jeans jacket. That is so bobo".
"That kid in section is a major bobo. He needs to shut up about Foucault."
On the radar this week:
racing season
fall temperatures
getting shit done (on the water, in the classroom)
being less awkward (one might say bobo)
needing a pedicure
planning a Halloween costume/someone's 21st
Monday, October 1, 2007
sample sale weekend
one of my favorite things at home is the summer side walk sales on main street.
at home, main street ends at the pier-- it is quite a cool effect, one that has (i'm sure judging by the metal posts now put up at the start of the pier) as fooled a person or two into thinking he (because clearly a she wouldn't be so dense) can drive right out on it to the ruby's diner at the end. So the main (pun intended) part of the street is at the beach. during the summer, a good day was one spent surfing/bodysurfing, reading a book on the sand, lunch at wahoo's, ice cream at cold stone, and shopping at the local stores. and when there was a sidewalk sale going on, that was particular fun-- what can be better than shopping while getting a tan?
now don't judge. sure, the clothes were on sale because they were last season-- but this is southern california we are talking about, not new england. in so cal you can wear jeans to dinner, running shorts to class, and sandals all year long. we a a little more laid back on the west than our east-coast counterparts. in addition, the shops along main are primarily surf-shops, and i hate to say it, but surfer-fashion, while fashionable, doesn't make sweeping changes season-to-season (after all, we really only have 2: summer and autumn) .
this brings me to the sample sale. the elusive thing that all crave to get a pass to. for quicksilver you have to actually have an invite-- something that can be acquired from employees of the company (my sister never used her qs hookup, and to this day it drives me batty). for rvca it's a little easier, you just have to figure out the date/location and you can show up. and if you are really lucky you know someone whose brother works for billabong/nixon who can get you into the warehouse-- that is when you have struck gold. warehouses are the best. this season's clothes at a 60% discount- you just have to be willing to pick through the jackets with bleach stains and shorts with broken zippers.
a&f had their sample sale this past weekend. employees only (lame), but seeing as it was in ohio--whatever. now you may be thinking-- what is "California surfer prep sophisticate" doing shopping at a&f? well, besides hollister blatantly and shamelessly trading off of the good-hb name, and their loud music and strong smells that drive me crazy when i enter one of their stores, they have very warm jackets (key for a CA girl transported to winter) and when one has a hookup who can get her 40% off of all merchandise, the store suddenly seems less noisy and the cologne that permeates everything smells much more like brad pitt. in addition ruhle, ruehl, ruhel(?) has the most gorgeous bags ever. at least that is what i thought until i saw the one brought to me by m this weekend. lets suffice to say it looked like a peacock and a rooster exploded onto it. it was one of those bags you love or hate. it wasn't for me.
this week
at home, main street ends at the pier-- it is quite a cool effect, one that has (i'm sure judging by the metal posts now put up at the start of the pier) as fooled a person or two into thinking he (because clearly a she wouldn't be so dense) can drive right out on it to the ruby's diner at the end. So the main (pun intended) part of the street is at the beach. during the summer, a good day was one spent surfing/bodysurfing, reading a book on the sand, lunch at wahoo's, ice cream at cold stone, and shopping at the local stores. and when there was a sidewalk sale going on, that was particular fun-- what can be better than shopping while getting a tan?
now don't judge. sure, the clothes were on sale because they were last season-- but this is southern california we are talking about, not new england. in so cal you can wear jeans to dinner, running shorts to class, and sandals all year long. we a a little more laid back on the west than our east-coast counterparts. in addition, the shops along main are primarily surf-shops, and i hate to say it, but surfer-fashion, while fashionable, doesn't make sweeping changes season-to-season (after all, we really only have 2: summer and autumn) .
this brings me to the sample sale. the elusive thing that all crave to get a pass to. for quicksilver you have to actually have an invite-- something that can be acquired from employees of the company (my sister never used her qs hookup, and to this day it drives me batty). for rvca it's a little easier, you just have to figure out the date/location and you can show up. and if you are really lucky you know someone whose brother works for billabong/nixon who can get you into the warehouse-- that is when you have struck gold. warehouses are the best. this season's clothes at a 60% discount- you just have to be willing to pick through the jackets with bleach stains and shorts with broken zippers.
a&f had their sample sale this past weekend. employees only (lame), but seeing as it was in ohio--whatever. now you may be thinking-- what is "California surfer prep sophisticate" doing shopping at a&f? well, besides hollister blatantly and shamelessly trading off of the good-hb name, and their loud music and strong smells that drive me crazy when i enter one of their stores, they have very warm jackets (key for a CA girl transported to winter) and when one has a hookup who can get her 40% off of all merchandise, the store suddenly seems less noisy and the cologne that permeates everything smells much more like brad pitt. in addition ruhle, ruehl, ruhel(?) has the most gorgeous bags ever. at least that is what i thought until i saw the one brought to me by m this weekend. lets suffice to say it looked like a peacock and a rooster exploded onto it. it was one of those bags you love or hate. it wasn't for me.
- as a side note: what is the strong attraction to feathers? this is something i have not yet been able to figure out. they really don't feel that nice, sure they are soft but with a weird spine up the middle that gives me the hebie-jeibies. feather-boas as a child always freaked me out. in addition they shed everywhere and make people sneeze-- then you have snot on you expensive feathers that are impossible to clean. no, the only way feathers should ever be worn is on a masquerade mask.
this week
- excited to have clean clothes to wear having done laundry
- headbands
- new bangs
- all the work i have been procrastinating on catching up with me
- erging
- it is officially fall
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Sporty-Boho-Prep Chic
Here at PBH we believe in embracing your inner style superstar ( Anna Wintour, Heidi Klum etc.) One important aspect of achieving your style potential is understanding your very own "niche" sense of fashion and style. What does this mean?
Perhaps a few examples to clarify the point:
Diana Kleiner= Uber stylish, Sophisticated Roman intellectual= tons of appropriately black European-ish togs, high waisted belts, bold accessories, killer boots, and scarves.
Angelina Jolie= Angsty, St.John, soccer mom earth goddess= her almost religious devotion to all black or all white ensembles.
ljg ( as titled by our bestest back in high school)= preppy eclectic/ slutty librarian= an amazingly pulled together mishmash of stayed preppy classics, boho chic accessories, vintage inspired pieces, pearls, a few nods to cutting edge fashion, and an added little European flair.
CBG= sporty-boho-preppy chic= like lgj an eclectic ( though less polished) mixture of styles- the main unifying theme being comfort=lots of jersey, plenty of prep, a little boho chic...simplicity reigns supreme- but there is always and element of surprise and fun.
ksw= California surfer prep sophisticate= a hodgepodge of totally so-cal pieces with a decidedly preppy twist ( um we do go to an Ivy afterall) and a taste for quirky fun pieces
(sometimes homemade)... always worn with a hat and sunglasses.
So what does this mean? Essentially-one must recognize , embrace and appropriately title her own unique style.... this allows one to shop and build a wardrobe that is cohesive and versatile. When shopping look at a piece and consider how it will fit into your greater style ( The Grand Strategy of Fashion so to speak)....
Thus I am craving some new cute yoga pants, cashmere sweaters, a yellow blazer, and a cute navy jumper....
but not lusting after booties or colored jeans.
I am really, really craving some new yoga pants...
Perhaps a few examples to clarify the point:
Diana Kleiner= Uber stylish, Sophisticated Roman intellectual= tons of appropriately black European-ish togs, high waisted belts, bold accessories, killer boots, and scarves.
Angelina Jolie= Angsty, St.John, soccer mom earth goddess= her almost religious devotion to all black or all white ensembles.
ljg ( as titled by our bestest back in high school)= preppy eclectic/ slutty librarian= an amazingly pulled together mishmash of stayed preppy classics, boho chic accessories, vintage inspired pieces, pearls, a few nods to cutting edge fashion, and an added little European flair.
CBG= sporty-boho-preppy chic= like lgj an eclectic ( though less polished) mixture of styles- the main unifying theme being comfort=lots of jersey, plenty of prep, a little boho chic...simplicity reigns supreme- but there is always and element of surprise and fun.
ksw= California surfer prep sophisticate= a hodgepodge of totally so-cal pieces with a decidedly preppy twist ( um we do go to an Ivy afterall) and a taste for quirky fun pieces
(sometimes homemade)... always worn with a hat and sunglasses.
So what does this mean? Essentially-one must recognize , embrace and appropriately title her own unique style.... this allows one to shop and build a wardrobe that is cohesive and versatile. When shopping look at a piece and consider how it will fit into your greater style ( The Grand Strategy of Fashion so to speak)....
Thus I am craving some new cute yoga pants, cashmere sweaters, a yellow blazer, and a cute navy jumper....
but not lusting after booties or colored jeans.
I am really, really craving some new yoga pants...
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