2 new favs

We have been really "burning the Netflix oil" lately...it's a great, easy, cheap sort of stay-in date night. Two of our recent pics have quickly flown to the top ten list:

Eagle vs. Shark~


Every review I read of this movie says it's like Napoleon Dynamite. I didn't think so. It's much more complicated, probably because it's dealing with grown-ups who are acting like high schoolers, instead of just dealing with high schoolers. The awkwardness and tenderness are thrown in much greater relief, and the affect is much more satisfying. I thought about this movie for several days after I saw it. Lovely.

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind~


This is a Hayao Miyazaki film that was made in 1985, but it is still one of the most indelible of his films I've seen. An epic of the highest order, it doesn't drag the way some epics tend to...which made it a thoroughly enjoyable ride!

slow burn

My brain feels like this piece by Tom Price looks. A slow, glowing, burning, thing of beauty. I should be writing chapters right now...but I'm here, free-associating. A chat with one of my supervisors, JDJ, has me musing on his three "God-words" that come up so often in teaching:
1. Hope
2. Trust
3. Identity

These play against each other, interact and produce tension in us and in our students~we're all trying to figure this stuff out. I give my students deadlines. I have my own to meet. I sit down to help with revision, paragraph by paragraph, while I have less than 24hrs to be brilliant. To explode into light and warmth.

sickness

I am pathetically sick today. Sniffles, snot, and lots of body-wracking coughs. I am making myself sorry for myself, and that sucks. to that end, I am posting a few feel-good images that make me smile.

Flowers my husband got me after a terrible day, for no reason other than I sounded stressed on the phone. What a great guy! He surely does take care of me. :)
This is "big bunny". He sat in our backyard for about a week under this fallen branch. He was so fluffy and yet, somehow pissed-looking, we couldn't bear to scare him off.

becoming a recssionista

On the way home the other night, I started to think about money, and I got really depressed. In fact, it's fairly accurate to say I threw a full-out pity party, tears and shaking the steering wheel. The whole she-bang. I thought, we are young and just starting out in life~why should things go to shit just now? I mean, I have dreams. I have goals. I have a direction, vague though it may be, that I want my life to go in. To feel the general population throw a big, fat wet blanket--named Crappy Economy--on that...It's not fair.

Still, I want to make the best of it. Jake and I have talked about reigning in our spending, figuring out ways to "make do" with what we have, even if that takes a little creativity.
It seems I'm not the only one tense and anticipating a strapped-down, low-cash life.
Joann from Cup of Jo blog found these bottles of "recession wine"~perfect for the thrifty vinophile.


I love these pieces from Poppytalk's affordable art guide. The last one is a piece by Olivia Jeffries entitled "Stand Tall", which I think is a message to me (and anyone else depressed by their tiny bank accounts and tinier job prospects). I think about my grandparents, children of the Great Depression. They made their way through times of want and plenty...cheerfully. That plucky can-do spirit is an inspiration to me, coming from a generation of "if I go to college then I will get a good job and be set for life." It's looking like it will take a bit more creativity than that. It is time to stand tall, muster courage, and sink our hands into a dirty pile of figure-it-out-as-you-go work. Maybe I've had just enough caffeine today to feel up to the task. But, deep breathe...here we go!

imagination floats

I found this picture and I really love it. It makes me feel fanciful and giggly. A nice feeling in the midst of a night class where the room is 85 degrees and the lecture is entertaining...if a little maddening.
The election will be over tomorrow. And I couldn't be more excited. Maybe we'll all be more relaxed.
Helium, anyone?

rock the vote

Why do I vote?

It's a question I've been repeating to myself over and over throughout this election year. The temptation to throw up my hands and shake my weary head and say, "that's it! I give up," is very great. While I could probably ramble on and on about the condition of the modern political landscape and "lesser of two evils" crap, I will keep myself to the positives.

I vote because:

1. I can. The 19th Amendment was ratified in 1920, and in honor of women everywhere who've fought for suffrage, especially those who have not yet attained it, I will exercise my right.

2. No one likes a complainer. If I don't vote, I have no room to gripe if things in government aren't going my way.

3. Other than that, I'm not really sure. I feel frustrated with the negatives, and I'm clinging to these two reasons to cast my vote in this coming election.

Like I said before, why do I vote?

carpal tunal

My hand hurts. I have been writing and typing a lot lately, and the tendons and ligaments in my right wrist are worn out. It is a disconcerting feeling. My hand has been hurting for about a week; hurts to cook, hurts to fold things, hurts to open packages I get in the mail. I am young yet, how am I debilitated? This does not bring the most pleasant contemplations...I am already neurotic.

This has led to me to contemplate my ability to tough-it-out. For instance, even as I type this, my wrist right before my thumb is pulsating a little bit. Does that mean I should not write? When the first paragraph comes easy, and then you hit the wall, well, then what? Do you give up and snap the laptop shut? Tonight, I prefer to keep listening to Thom Yorke croon at me through the speakers, and to write. WRITE. I may just be typing into this blog, with no other purpose than to put some words out there, but I will type.

My friend told me the other day that Thom Yorke must smell like rasberries. It makes me laugh, because of course. What else would he smell like? If someone were to distill me down to a fragrance, I wonder what it would be. Would it be something flowery, like tulips or something fresh like grapefruit or cut-grass? I would like to think that it would be a very light, alive scent....maybe like an ocean wave or a crisp breeze. I would like to be a refreshing smell. I would always like to make others happy. At once, a great strength and precarious danger.

Now, I should go to bed. Exercise completed for the night.