tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60896010509076976212024-03-21T17:46:23.839-04:00I'm Just Sayin'Apologetically Thinking Out LoudJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-43591084740450084752012-03-14T20:57:00.000-04:002012-03-14T20:57:19.455-04:00The Dramatic Soap Opera that is: My SkinIf you would have asked me a year ago if I have sensitive skin, I would have said, "Absolutely not!"<br />
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I only recently learned that I do, in fact, have exceptionally sensitive skin. But instead of manifesting itself in the form of itching, burning, dryness, or redness-- I get acne. I get horrible acne. Everything from your run-of-the-mill whiteheads to big, painful cysts. Gross, eh?<br />
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For years, I tried a great variety of treatments-- just about anything you can name-- from those awful stingy pads, to Proactiv, to about a half dozen different prescription treatments (both oral and topical). I had the best results with the oral antibiotic, but I took it for so long that I began to develop a tolerance to it and it stopped working about a year ago. I went back to using Proactiv but had mixed results at best.<br />
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Being a northerner transplanted to Florida, I spend a lot of time sweating, and I attributed much of my increased acne woes to constantly being covered in that film you get when sweat dries on your face. You know what I'm talking about-- and don't you dare pretend that you don't.<br />
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It wasn't until this past August that I finally figured out the mysteries of my acne. I joined a site called <a href="http://www.acne.org/" target="_blank">Acne.org</a> and it changed my life. Er... that's a bit dramatic... let's just say it changed my face! And it also changed my chest and my back.<br />
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From Acne.org, I started following the <a href="http://www.acne.org/regimen.html" target="_blank">Dan Kern Regimen</a> (or, DKR) for acne treatment and goshdarnit if it isn't the only thing I've tried that actually works consistently. I bought his whole line of products. They aren't, what you would call, "cheap". But they're worth it.<br />
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I currently get the <a href="http://www.danielkern.com/product-p/kit-8-plus.htm" target="_blank">Regimen Kit Plus</a> mailed to me every 6 weeks. Since I started using the regimen, it now takes nearly two hours for me to get ready in the morning, which is a bummer. But applying each step of the regimen takes time because you have to do it so slowly and gently, and then each step must dry completely before applying the next one. That takes about 10-15 minutes per step:<br />
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<ul><li>Cleanse/shower</li>
<li>Wait 10 minutes</li>
<li>Apply Benzoyl Peroxide</li>
<li>Wait 15 minutes</li>
<li>Apply moisturizer</li>
<li>Wait 10-15 minutes</li>
<li>Apply makeup </li>
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So that's 35-40 minutes just waiting for the stuff to dry. <br />
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BUT I have not had skin that looked this clear since well before puberty. <br />
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I'm now almost 8 months into the regimen and am completely clear. All of the side effects of using such a large amount of benzoyl peroxide have also cleared up. <br />
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I used to think that no amount of benzoyl peroxide could touch me. I'd been using it for years, in various forms. It's the active ingredient in Proactiv but is tough to find in drugstores. The amount used in the regimen causes ALL users to experience extreme flaking and peeling of the skin for weeks or months into the treatment. The skin around my mouth looked like the cracked ground of a desert. I was afraid to smile, laugh, yawn, or eat anything in public for fear of my skin cracking and flaking off. Needless to say, it was super gross and embarrassing. But after about three months, it finally began to subside.<br />
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What I learned from reading the articles on Acne.org is that acne isn't caused from dirt or grease on your skin. It's caused by irritation. Dirt and grease can clog pores, but those pores don't produce acne unless they are clogged AND irritated. So eliminating irritation is the key.<br />
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This means I have to be super careful about the products that I use on my skin. For the most part, I use the acne.org products, but I also need things like soap and a lotion to keep in my purse, etc. So I have to avoid products with Isopropyl Palmitate, Isopropyl Myristate, Myristal Myristate and sunscreens with an Avobenzone base.<br />
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Which brings me back to Florida.<br />
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I like to be in the sun as much as the next gal, and Tommy and I spend a lot of our free time at the pool, which is great, except that the sunscreens I have been using are not compatible with the acne.org regimen.<br />
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The only SPF recommended by acne.org is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Olay-Complete-Moisturizer-Sensitive-Ounce/dp/tech-data/B001F51TBI" target="_blank">Olay Complete All Day UV Moisturizer - Sensitive Skin</a>. But this is really a daily moisturizer and not a beach-worthy sunscreen.<br />
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Dan (acne.org founder) offers this video as a guide to shopping for regimen compatible sunscreens:<br />
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So these are the things I am looking for in a sunscreen:<br />
1.) Avobenzone free<br />
2.) Isopropyl Palmitate, Isopropyl Myristate, Myristal Myristate free<br />
3.) SPF 30 (Any lower and I can't stay out all day-- any higher is just a scam)<br />
4.) Water resistant (at least), but preferably waterproof<br />
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These are the products that, upon first inspection, meet those minimum requirements:<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/55697/300.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.drugstore.com/neutrogena-sunblock-lotion-sensitive-skin-spf-30/qxp55697" target="_blank">Neutrogena Sensitive Skin Sunblock Lotion: SPF 30</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://pics.drugstore.com/prodimg/297538/300.JPG" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/thinkbaby-sunscreen-benefiting-LIVESTRONG-ounces/dp/B004CDQ73K" target="_blank">Thinkbaby Safe Sunscreen Benefiting LIVESTRONG: SPF 30</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="320" src="http://static.ewg.org/skindeep/img/product_images/productimage369550.png" width="95" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/SPF-30-Sports-Stick-Unscented/dp/B004U5FCRW" target="_blank">Aubrey Organics Natural Sun Sport Stick Unscented Sunscreen: SPF 30</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="320" src="http://www.granolababies.com/images/uploads/California%20Baby/California%20Baby%20No%20Fragrance%20Sunscreen%20Lotion.jpg" width="320" /> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/California-Baby-Fragrance-Free-Sunscreen/dp/B0010Z4N7A/ref=sr_1_11?s=hpc&ie=UTF8&qid=1331770961&sr=1-11" target="_blank">California Baby Fragrance Free Sunscreen: SPF 30+</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="California Baby SPF 30+ Sunblock Stick Super Sensitive - Fragrance Free" src="http://media.dermstore.com/catalog/500148/300x300/7654.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/California-Baby-SPF-Sunblock-Stick/dp/B000HL05H0/ref=sr_1_22?s=beauty&ie=UTF8&qid=1331771701&sr=1-22" target="_blank">California Baby Sunblock Stick: SPF 30 +</a><a href="http://www.amazon.com/California-Baby-SPF-Sunblock-Stick/dp/B000HL05H0/ref=sr_1_22?s=beauty&ie=UTF8&qid=1331771701&sr=1-22" target="_blank"><br />
</a></div><div> </div><div>In the coming weeks, I'm going to be testing and reviewing these sunscreens. Am I missing any gems? </div><div><br />
</div><div>I'll post again with my findings!</div><div><br />
</div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-45333582273490811382011-09-05T08:54:00.015-04:002011-09-11T10:56:41.977-04:00Objects and Memory<div class="MsoNormal">On September 11, 2001 I was 16 years old. Two days earlier was my birthday and I got a car. An aptly named “patriot red” PT Cruiser. It was in our driveway with a big white bow on it. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On Tuesday, at the time of the attacks, I was in school. I was a junior in Mrs. Weinert’s world literature class. I am almost certain that I was writing a note to my friend Rachel, who sat behind me. As is common in a Catholic school, a girl in the back of the class asked if she could offer a prayer of intention before we started class. Mrs. Weinert agreed and this girl took the floor and asked us to pray for the plane crash in New York. And that was how 35 teenage girls found out that our country had changed.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I was nowhere near New York, D.C., or Pennsylvania. No one I knew was flying anywhere that day. My relatives in New York live well outside the city. And I don’t have any friends or acquaintances who work or have ever worked at the Pentagon (Could I even tell you if I did?).</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In the grand scheme of things, I was pretty far removed from the events of September 11. But like most Americans, I grieved— largely affected by the images on TV. After several days, I would ask to leave the room (or just lie and say I had to use the bathroom) when we watched <a href="http://www.channelone.com/">Channel One</a> during second period. I hated having to watch the news in school. Reading <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_III_(play)">Richard III </a>was bad enough.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I can’t say that I fully processed such a monumental tragedy until the following summer, upon the release of Bruce Springsteen’s album, <a href="http://www.brucespringsteen.net/albums/rising.html">The Rising</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To this day, when I hear songs from this album—when they catch me off guard when my iPod is on shuffle—they always bring me back to being 16 years old, driving to Powderpuff football practice, and trying to make sense of what was happening in the world. Without fail, when I listen to any song from this album, I can smell mud (football practice, after all), vividly remember the look and feel of that PT cruiser, and I can remember staring blankly, waiting for Bruce to say something profound.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So that’s my object and those are my memories.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Those in the museum profession should not be surprised that one object can bring a flood of vivid memories and sharp emotions to a viewer (or, in my case, listener). A major reason people visit museums is to have these kinds of experiences, provoked by objects that carry some kind of cultural significance.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Recently, I have been thinking a lot about the museum experience—responding to objects in such an intense way—and September 11. The news media (and almost every other media) will not let us forget that we are nearly upon the 10 year anniversary of the terrorist attacks. There has been much talk of how to remember and what can be done to ensure that we “never forget” these events.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To me, it seems only natural that a museum should be involved. After all, museums exist so that we may remember and learn from past events. I wasn’t acutely aware of any 9/11 museums or even exhibitions that were happening but it seemed like a good idea.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then, the other night, I was channel surfing in bed when I came across a PBS documentary called,<b> "<a href="http://www.pbs.org/programs/objects-and-memory/">Objects</a> and <a href="http://objectsandmemory.org/">Memory</a>"</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/video/wab/vi2904163097/">(watch the trailer)</a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It turned out to be a spectacularly engaging look at the physical objects surrounding the 9/11 disasters and others, such as the Oklahoma City bombing and the Vietnam War Memorial in D.C. I had to get out of bed to get a notebook and pen to take notes. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">A few themes jumped out at me right away:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><b>1.)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></b><b>Objects left at memorials </b>are left by the living <i>for </i>the dead. The documentary explored this sentiment and I found it interesting to examine the question of what happens to these objects. My first question is, when people leave objects at a memorial site, what do <i>they think </i>will happen to them? What are their expectations? Site staff will often collect these objects after a period, but who determines the appropriate amount of time for a small plastic flag to be left at the Vietnam Memorial? <b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><b>2.)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></b><b>The variety of ways these objects can be interpreted </b>is overwhelming and downright daunting. Even for someone who loves education—I’m really that this wasn’t my job. The objects themselves are exceptionally diverse. At The World Trade Center, objects from the same site can both humanize and dehumanize the same event. The photos left by family members, firefighters’ helmets, vigil candles, etc. all have a very emotional and very obviously human connection. Yet, the massive steel beams, many twisted like paperclips, and clumps of steel melted into what are being called “meteorites” from the sheer heat of the explosion have nothing human about them and represent the awesome size and power of the devastation.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><b>3.)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></b><b>There is a lack of nostalgia connected to objects from the 9/11 sites.</b><b> </b> It was mentioned several times in the documentary that the attitude is less of nostalgia and more of “this is what is left”.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><b>4.)<span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"> </span></b><b>These objects are responsible for bringing closure.</b> After the towers collapsed, debris was carted away to the “Fresh Kills” landfill (yes, that’s what it’s really called) on Staten Island where it was combed through by a slew of people looking for objects to return to families of the deceased. It seems that the collection of almost every object at this site was for that very purpose.<b><o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I very highly recommend this film—especially to those with interest in exhibitions or museum education. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Not more than a few days after I watched this great documentary that seemed to sufficiently address my thoughts about the objects of 9/11 did my new issue of Museum Magazine come in the mail*. In it, is a great article called, “Memories in Steel” which talks about the collection and storage of so many steel beams from the World Trade Center. Generally, the article is about the collection and subsequent dissemination of these beams to various museums and memorials around the country. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://www.washingtonpost.com/rf/image_606w/2010-2019/WashingtonPost/2011/09/06/National-Politics/Images/wtcaf8.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Beams marked "SAVE", stored in hangar 17 at JFK airport.</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><div class="MsoNormal">But the most interesting part of this article was this bit, </div><blockquote>“ Museums and history organizations—includioong the New York State Historical Society, Smithsonian Institution, and state museums of New York and New Jersey—all sent representatives…to Ground Zero and Fresh Kills to conduct informal surveys of artifacts that might later be collected”.</blockquote><div class="MsoNormal">Yes, in the days after a massive terrorist attack, museum professionals were sent to that very site to survey objects that might be collected.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">To me, this is an extremely powerful notion. As a museum professional myself, I can only imagine what such a task must have been like. Certainly, it was devastating to be in such close proximity to a wreckage of that magnitude; but to then be asked to survey that wreckage and determine what parts of it are culturally significant—that blows me away.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Imagine if similar action had been taken at every significant historical event in the United States. Imagine if someone had said, “Oh, yeah, we’d better send that guy from The Smithsonian down to Seneca Falls to pick up some stuff from that ladies convention!” or “Sounds like the Union and the Confederacy are really getting into it. Let’s get down in the trenches and collect some objects!” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This kind of attitude gives me the tiniest spark of hope that museums will continue to be recognized by the public as institutions of cultural stewardship that can be highly emotional and participatory while still maintaining an accurate record of the events of our time. I also hope that such institutions may continue to act as a <a href="http://www.911memorial.org/museum">source of comfort and closure</a> to those who were so deeply affected by tragic events in our history. If that is possible, it makes me proud to work within a profession that can not only preserve and display objects can also keep and preserve the memories those objects represent.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><b>Some great resources I've found since watching "Objects and Memory":</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.911memorial.org/museum">9/11 Memorial Museum at Ground Zero</a></div><div class="MsoNormal">Until recently, I hadn't heard much about the museum that is part of the 9/11 Memorial. But it looks really well done.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://www.911memorial.org/teach-learn">9/11 Memorial Museum Teaching Materials</a> </div><div class="MsoNormal">The 9/11 Memorial Museum did a really nice job with their education materials so far. And they also have an <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/9-11-memorial-guide/id457056165?mt=8">iPhone and iPad app</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://objectsandmemory.org/Education/Education.htm">Objects and Memory Education</a></div><div class="MsoNormal">The Objects and Memory Project also has an education initiative, but it's a little vague in the description.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I really wasn't aware of any 9/11 exhibitions, but apparently The Smithsonian <a href="http://americanhistory.si.edu/september11/exhibition/highlights.asp">opened one</a> in 2002 and has (maybe?) added to it since then for a <a href="http://americanhistory.si.edu/september11/">special series</a> running from 9/3/11 to 9/11/11. And apparently they now have <a href="http://americanhistory.si.edu/september11/collection/record.asp?ID=84">Rudy Giuliani's cell phone</a>.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">*For those of you who now only receive the electronic version of <i>Museum</i>: </div><div class="MsoNormal">As of 9/4/11, this issue is not yet online. (But I'm happy to scan it if anyone is interested.)</div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-82233790353806365062010-10-06T00:52:00.002-04:002010-10-07T21:46:21.845-04:00Ladies and gentlemen, the person that's going to come up now has a limited amount of time ... His name is Bob Dylan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUxnSisO89w?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NUxnSisO89w?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>There's no getting around it, so I'm just going to come out and say it: </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>I'm a music snob. </em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>Yes, it's true. And this coming Friday is going to be a great day for my fellow music snobs in Gainesville. That's right-- Bob Dylan is coming to town.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>My friend Misti and I shirked our on-campus responsibilities one day a few weeks ago, to spend the afternoon in line for tickets. So now we have them. They look like good seats, I'll be accompanied by a bunch of great friends, and Tom managed to get the day off work! It seemed like concert-going perfection... until I realized something-- my date knows very little about Bob Dylan.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>My boyfriend has countless wonderful qualities. For example, he is willing to kill moths-- even big scary ones! He's also fiercely brilliant, smells nice, can dress himself without female intervention, and is sweeter, kinder and more thoughtful than most. </em><em>But on the other hand, he prefers music by guys who scream about pogo sticks and look like this:</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>Don't get me wrong... I love men in eyeliner:</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>But that doesn't mean I want them anywhere near my music (Though Jack Sparrow may be granted an exception, as he is based largely on Keith Richards).</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><em>So now, I feel it is my responsibility, both as an uber cool girlfriend and a self-respecting music snob, to skool (yeah, with a "k") Tom and the rest of the Internet about the finer points of Dylan appreciation. </em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">The complete listing of Bob Dylan Songs can be found here:</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs">http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs</a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">It's a great website, and you can play multiple versions of some songs. I highly recommend browsing around there, if just to watch the record spin.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">If I had to cite my favorite thing about Bob Dylan, it would have to be something my dad said to me many years ago, "He's not afraid of his own voice". Well that's good, because other people are.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">I mean, let's be honest-- he's got a face for radio and a voice for silent film. My mother won't even pay money to see him in concert anymore, she hates the sound of his gravely voice so much. But still, for me, something about it is hypnotic. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<em>Maggie's Farm</em> was one of Bob's first electric songs, and it also happens to be one of my favorites.<br />
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Speaking of firsts-- let's talk about one of the first music videos.<br />
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I would even venture to say that this was the first "viral" video. I have no real basis for that statement, but it sounded good and I do know that the video was wildly popular. So much so, that my dad was doing a parody of this giant flashcard routine at a college show (not a Dylan show) the night he met my mother. My mom thought he was weird. Cute, right?<br />
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In all of my education and interpretation classes, we've discussed the value of making new information seem relevant by relating it to existing knowledge. For example, I used to tell kids at the Michigan Historical Museum that beaver pelt hats were like Crocs-- everyone had them, and it meant you were <em>really</em> in fashion (every kid to come through the museum that year had on a pair).<br />
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So, in an effort to make Dylan relevant to my dear sweet boyfriend, I will now present a song that was emo before emo was emo:<br />
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While I was googling around, I also found this John Mayer version... which I actually really like.<br />
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I don't want anyone to read too much into this... but... <em>Don't Think Twice </em>is probably the greatest breakup song ever written. <br />
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Now, because so many Bob Dylan songs are on the more low-key, acoustic end of the musical spectrum, it can be hard to find one that is appropriate for singing in the shower. So, I will offer two rockin' suggestions:<br />
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1.) <em>Changing of the Guards</em><br />
My dad turned me on to this gem a few years ago. Just <em>try</em> not to sing along with the backup singers. Come on... try!<br />
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I don't have a video for this one, which is a bummer. I could only find crappy acoustic covers, as played by lonely old men alone in their rooms. But a chunk of the original can be heard here: <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/changing-of-the-guards">http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/changing-of-the-guards</a><br />
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2.) <em>Rainy Day Women No. 12 &35</em><br />
If there were ever a great sing-along song, this is it. I love the sound of the party going on in that studio and the part where Bob just cracks up while singing. Seriously though, everybody must get stoned.<br />
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Someday Baby has a decidedly electric blues feel to it, as does the rest of the Modern Times album from which it comes. I remember hearing this song in a commercial of some kind for a while and was a little irked... but I still dig it. In fact, this is what I stuck in my ears on the bus today, to drown out the sounds of squealing sorority girls.<br />
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And just when you think you know him... Bob will pop up as some kind of (gentile?) Tom Petty impersonating polka singer.<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"> </span><br />
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So, with all of that being said... if someone were twisting my arm, asking me to make a list of my TOP 5 favorite Zimmy tunes, this is what I would tell them (After "ow, ow, you're hurting my arm!"):<br />
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1.) <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/its-alright-ma-im-only-bleeding">It's Alright Ma (I'm Only Bleeding)</a><br />
2.) <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/tangled-up-in-blue">Tangled Up in Blue</a><br />
3.) <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/if-you-gotta-go-go-now">If You Gotta Go, Go Now</a><br />
4.) <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/like-a-rolling-stone">Like a Rolling Stone</a><br />
5.) <a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/#/songs/visions-of-johanna">Visions of Johanna</a><br />
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Needless to say, it's impossible to cover more than 40 years of music history in a single blog post. But, I think this is about all of the relevant Bob Dylan knowledge one could hope to accrue in three days time.<br />
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Class dismissed.<br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;">UPDATE: In the short time since this post went live last night... I have been retaliated against! So now, it's only fair that I post a link to <a href="http://notalwaysnews.blogspot.com/2010/10/defending-what-little-street-cred-i.html">Tom's emo lovefest.</a></span></strong>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-46255581551950956822010-05-17T00:35:00.001-04:002010-05-17T00:36:42.973-04:00Home, sweet H.O.M.E.S.So I'm back in the great white north!<br />
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It was a loooong 18 hour drive from Gainesville to Grosse Pointe, but I made it just in time for Mother's Day dinner on Sunday. <br />
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The drive was actually a lot easier than I thought it would be. I expected to be painfully bored after about 3 hours, but I had some audio-books, my iPod, and the satellite radio, so I was all set.<br />
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However, to keep myself entertained, I threw a little party at every state border. This "party" involved dipping into the box of Cheez-Its that I was keeping (buckled up) in the passenger seat, and blasting a song that I felt suited each new stretch of I-75.<br />
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Thus, I present to you, my roadtrip playlist:<br />
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1.) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ZMZUTktkuI">Leaving Gainesville</a><br />
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2.) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Thls_tMuFkc&feature=PlayList&p=6B16A43FFADDAACE&playnext_from=PL&index=0&playnext=1">Georgia</a><br />
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3.) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWzeInQaUk4">Tennessee</a>... and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2VbRiBDcCk">Tennessee</a><br />
(I actually kind of like the Toots version better. And I know that neither versions mentions "Tennessee" exactly... but they talk about the mountains. Tennessee has lot of mountains.)<br />
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4.) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzK0739QQqQ">Kentucky</a><br />
(Why? Because of the line around 22 seconds.)<br />
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5.) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vU0JpyH1gC8">Ohio</a><br />
(Ok, so I wasn't anywhere near Cleveland... but Cincinnati is close enough, right?)<br />
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6.) <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HQjJ1tEvrsw&feature=PlayList&p=00156AE950A254D8&playnext_from=PL&index=0&playnext=1">Michigan</a>... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sEfPTeITZas">Michigan</a>... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_Hh4DLuSeQ">Michigan</a>... <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6UJZtCz1-c">Michigan</a><br />
(I couldn't pick just one Michigan song. I'm not a big country music fan, but I love that Hello Dave song. Mostly just because I love Michigan.)Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-26936127047948762312010-05-08T22:11:00.000-04:002010-05-08T22:11:21.219-04:00The Intern DiariesDid you know that I have a new blog? Well, you do now!<br />
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If you want to hear me rant about tactless blockbuster exhibitions and chronicle my 320 to 400 hours of interning at the DIA, then <a href="http://thesummerintern.blogspot.com/">The Intern Diaries </a>is for you!<br />
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PS, I have seen TWO Pure Michigan commercials since I've been at my hotel in Knoxville this evening. I'm super happy about it.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-17208511883203528172010-04-16T16:00:00.003-04:002010-04-16T16:04:31.647-04:00My mom is cooler that yours.My mom was on TV (again!) today and my dad just sent me the link to the video.<br />For those of you know don't know my beautiful mother, she's the one on the left. And the lovely lady to the right is Michelle, our manager at the Roma-- who might as well be my second mom.<br /><br /><object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="320" height="280" data="http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=7267"><param value="http://www.myfoxdetroit.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=7267" name="movie"/><param value="&skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&embed=true&adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fadx%2Ftsg%2Ewjbk%2Fwildcard%5F1%2Fwildcard%5F05%2Fdetail%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bpos%3D%3Btile%3D2%3Bfname%3Droma%2Dcafe%2527s%2Ditalian%2Dsausage%2Dand%2Dpeppers%3Bloc%3Dsite%3Bsz%3D320x240%3Bord%3D150704699433894530%3Frand%3D0%2E7017043356388337&flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxdetroit%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D132163094&img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Emyfoxdetroit%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2010%2F04%2F16%2F9A%5FRoma%5Ftmb0002%5F20100416101605%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxdetroit%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fmornings%2Frecipes%2Froma%2Dcafe%2527s%2Ditalian%2Dsausage%2Dand%2Dpeppers" name="FlashVars"/><param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/><param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/></object><br /><br />I think Food Network should offer her a show. She'd be fantastic, don't ya think?Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-88754783707452731182010-04-10T21:27:00.005-04:002010-04-10T21:46:53.665-04:00Publish or PerishThis is probably the best thing I could have found to lift my spirits during such a stressful week...<br />My article finally went online!<br /><br />It will be in print, too... but I don't know a lot of (any) people who subscribe to the Journal of Museum Anthropology.<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMWBb5vlkAgFAk9KaYJzBoaXqdq4Ny_PWjhAOWtb_J3_hMZ7qHfvvUZyf0_j5oDTTBul9vtF2UFmgGOw-PO3ALTK5XTsR4Bm-NBRE4OM8PI3fWTvOArUlEky_u1HcruQOFFl4znxtAPto/s1600/Museum+Anthro+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458686577208256770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMWBb5vlkAgFAk9KaYJzBoaXqdq4Ny_PWjhAOWtb_J3_hMZ7qHfvvUZyf0_j5oDTTBul9vtF2UFmgGOw-PO3ALTK5XTsR4Bm-NBRE4OM8PI3fWTvOArUlEky_u1HcruQOFFl4znxtAPto/s400/Museum+Anthro+1.jpg" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Click for larger images)</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4dzwXWPHDNB0-kPMo-2TjNsBgTly-tV4ijZjvA5OaRJqd6VWCI7s_WczIF2dPkPzy0XxereNE5efX7YB1fKY0TTSi6IaDQwAHnNxzCcC3KGBfm9_YMzWWuW-FXqIIAWRDoOgneVRnkQI/s1600/Museum+Anthro+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458686575156188850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho4dzwXWPHDNB0-kPMo-2TjNsBgTly-tV4ijZjvA5OaRJqd6VWCI7s_WczIF2dPkPzy0XxereNE5efX7YB1fKY0TTSi6IaDQwAHnNxzCcC3KGBfm9_YMzWWuW-FXqIIAWRDoOgneVRnkQI/s400/Museum+Anthro+2.jpg" /></a><br /><br />PS- If anyone finds a typo, grammatical error, or spelling mistake... please keep it to yourself. There's nothing I can do about it now-- so I don't want to know.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-79285880234492944552010-04-03T20:14:00.001-04:002010-04-03T20:45:04.904-04:00I live in The South: Part IIOn Thursday night, I was sitting at home, watching a movie and relaxing after a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">looooong</span> day of paper writing. All of a sudden, I got a text from my buddy, Steve-O (a long-time friend who lives in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gainesville</span>, yet whom I hardly ever see). He asked if I wanted to meet up with him and our friend Kayla (a long-time friend who lives in Orlando, yet whom I hardly ever see) for a drink.<br /><br />Of course I do!<br /><br />So I went to Steve's apartment and chatted with him and Kayla for a while about old college times and the things we miss most about Michigan. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Faygo</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Vernors</span>, Bell's Oberon and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Meijer</span> were all on the list. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S7eSkWj_XlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HMWYKf6fscc/s1600/oberon-beer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455990626812124754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S7eSkWj_XlI/AAAAAAAAAKE/HMWYKf6fscc/s320/oberon-beer.jpg" /></a><br />When we started to think of places to go for a drink, it came up that a certain <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Gainesville</span> bar happens to carry Oberon. So off we went.<br /><br />After a few hours at the bar, reminiscing about old times, Steve's wife, Jacki, came by and mentioned that she wanted to go dancing. Yes, dancing. At 11:30 on a Thursday night, no less! What can I say? I'm old now.<br /><br /><p>But eventually, I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">convinced</span>. So off we went! Little did I know that we would end up in one of the most surreal places I have ever been.</p><p>Immediately, I was greeted by bouncers in cowboy hats. Not so much in a <em>this-place-has-a-theme-so-I-wear-a-cowboy-hat </em>kind of way... but more of a <em>I-wear-a-cowboy-hat-all-the-time-and-won't-even-take-it-off-at-my-bouncer-job </em>kind of way.</p><p>Then they did this to my arm and hand:</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcERYNXx5SuVgtcx0mH-q4l2PcveqUijyqcHjrE7AHxVoJB12gKu2FbBF9leHfAAEcf70ZfxSMNC3XtyrdgzGSIlyuhORQTNZn3VNmFnKFnCD3fJd8iol1Ksir1vBrLGVJyYfvLErMY9Cv/s1600/100_0310.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455985599226924322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcERYNXx5SuVgtcx0mH-q4l2PcveqUijyqcHjrE7AHxVoJB12gKu2FbBF9leHfAAEcf70ZfxSMNC3XtyrdgzGSIlyuhORQTNZn3VNmFnKFnCD3fJd8iol1Ksir1vBrLGVJyYfvLErMY9Cv/s320/100_0310.JPG" /></a> It looks like I was on MTV Spring Break, does it not? I asked the bouncer if the stamp on my hand said, "Too damn old to be out on a Thursday". He replied in a very southern accent, "No Ma'am. It says you're 24." </p><p>Same thing.<br /><br />So then the four of us went inside to find this:<br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSZfUnCK5qk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cSZfUnCK5qk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></p><br />I don't recall what song was playing when we got there, but there were people line dancing. But after a few minutes, the music shifted to an interesting amalgamation of country, western, and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqrZnGgP_hg&feature=related">old school rap</a>. Yes, really.<br /><br />This was about the time I turned to Steve-O and said, "I think I might be the blackest person here."<br /><br />And this:<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDIjkgCdxGtmWhG9G158QADW7a_GKL-Tfi8RqzJlO4tYhls8oWjvqWwY3ex2U8Wfjjm6w2j0aPBiUZWWRHu1j_QmSPjN6kJ7GCjawYzvUEQ4MsnXO6MGQYzth_MCUWRz3VGTY1dpLpxmr/s1600/confederate-flag.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455986402827142082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDIjkgCdxGtmWhG9G158QADW7a_GKL-Tfi8RqzJlO4tYhls8oWjvqWwY3ex2U8Wfjjm6w2j0aPBiUZWWRHu1j_QmSPjN6kJ7GCjawYzvUEQ4MsnXO6MGQYzth_MCUWRz3VGTY1dpLpxmr/s320/confederate-flag.jpg" /></a> (Not making this up: The flag was placed in front of an air vent... so it would wave. Couldn't make this up if I tried.)<br /><br />And this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC6PmPqMqKjTi1afoXz3yrENi-vcG47a8sPJj1Kpg2ku5dZdiVEBLypLPBclB8TSGoUyzReZkwR5jDuZzYxzY5iA6dJLvKH6sXMJCeLQKCH930AAcGR0tsm6_hyphenhyphenE0Xy2nr5tnxcD9K-HzZ/s1600/skoal.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455989560456686962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC6PmPqMqKjTi1afoXz3yrENi-vcG47a8sPJj1Kpg2ku5dZdiVEBLypLPBclB8TSGoUyzReZkwR5jDuZzYxzY5iA6dJLvKH6sXMJCeLQKCH930AAcGR0tsm6_hyphenhyphenE0Xy2nr5tnxcD9K-HzZ/s320/skoal.jpg" /></a> Yup. Good '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ol</span> SKOAL. Now, this was not my first run-in with Skoal. Though I've never touched the stuff, I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">familiar</span> with the product. After all, I did spend a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">significant</span> amount of time in mid-Michigan. But here, there was a gigantic <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">back lit</span> SKOAL sign, under which one could <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">receive</span> <em>free samples </em>of chew. Again: this is all real.<br /><br />At one point, I went to the second level of the bar to find the bathroom. When I came out, I realized that I had no idea where my friends were in the giant sea of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">camo</span> and cowboy hats on the dance floor. So I took a moment to scan the crowd from the balcony on the second floor. There was a giant bouncer next to me, also scanning the crowd. Our conversation went like this:</p><p><em><strong>Me:</strong> Excuse me. Hi. While you've been looking down there, did you happen to see a girl in a blue tank top... or a guy in an argyle sweater with glasses and...</em></p><p><em><strong>Him:</strong> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wuts</span> he dun to ya?</em></p><p><em><strong>Me:</strong> What?</em><br /></p><p><em><strong>Him:</strong> Did he hurt ya? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wuts</span> he dun to ya?</em><br /></p><p><em><strong>Me:</strong> Oh gosh! Nothing, nothing! He's my friend! I'm just looking for my friends!</em><br /></p><p><em><strong>Him:</strong> Ma'am-- unless he dun <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">sumthin</span> to ya, I can't help ya. I got five other assholes I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">keepin</span> my eye on right nah... (*points to the crowd below*)</em><br /></p><p><em><strong>Me:</strong> Well... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>! Thank so much!</em> </p><p>Eventually, I found everyone-- and we took off right before the place closed.</p><p>When I got back home, I wished I hadn't worn long pants. Why? Because I had taken home with me a lovely cocktail of Coors Light and Skoal spit-- absorbed into the bottom of my pants.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRHVkESU0PQVjC5T9E7khiuO_kDlJ1UTsaiZeCISwwouWvXaoP6MBFqE9NziNt_V1MCS1DTfejwD-WcJA3jPPDf99NhANWrNpwQQ56HdQ5gHuC73PcWpGLqiYv7YFD0zWPbHtxXx4OW41/s1600/100_0312.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455985610789528946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicRHVkESU0PQVjC5T9E7khiuO_kDlJ1UTsaiZeCISwwouWvXaoP6MBFqE9NziNt_V1MCS1DTfejwD-WcJA3jPPDf99NhANWrNpwQQ56HdQ5gHuC73PcWpGLqiYv7YFD0zWPbHtxXx4OW41/s320/100_0312.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yee</span> Haw!Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-12929685996090799142010-04-03T14:13:00.004-04:002010-04-03T16:13:47.025-04:00It's not just a shoe horn... it's a shoe horn on a STICK!I was on the phone with my dad this morning while he was watching this commercial:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoGSsRppIXs&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OoGSsRppIXs&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />He neglected to tell me that it was narrated by Gilbert Gottfried (which may be the best part of the whole thing). Dad did, however, suggest that we buy this for my grandpa... who has several shoe horns. "Now all the old people can put on their shoes without breaking their hips!" I guess dad was sold.<br /><br />After all, it's not just a shoe horn...<br /><br /><strong>EDIT: I just ordered a set of two Shoedinis for my Grandpa Hector!</strong>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-2309953698154914322010-03-30T10:18:00.000-04:002010-03-30T10:18:13.641-04:00I live in the SouthSome days, Florida seems comfortably like home. Other days, I am reminded that I'm not in Mid-Michigan anymore...<br />
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Every morning, while watching The Today Show, I see this commerical for Dixie Cabinets at least three times:<br />
(My favorite scene starts around 22 seconds.)<br />
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Yup. Soak it in. That's where I live now.<br />
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It makes me long for the soothing acoustic guitar stylings of "It's Quality Dairy time... it's Quality Dairy time..."Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-69919022560398283222010-03-28T21:18:00.005-04:002010-03-28T22:57:47.393-04:00It's The Only Cure for the Grad School BluesI don't know if anyone is aware of this... but graduate school kind of sucks.<br /><br />I mean, higher learning is great and all, but I've been SUPER stressed out this semester and I'm about ready for a nice long summer vacation.<br /><br />My mom keeps telling me, "Take care of yourself!" and I'm not entirely sure what that means. I interpret it to mean that I should find time in my busy semester to do things that make me happy. So I did...<br /><br />I bought THESE:<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453859072559066178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBz_VAIFjezgIYIsMOxwsaRuCHtMPwPKFotbLv30-_W31hW7izMx2c4qoW0jyZAmP8t3ueCFLQBIxOVpY41sBKz1Fkphb59Yn2-M-iXsJxMUDHpcZKU1lLLPLFBdoSN3vo4Z394zoQgLW/s320/SM+Camio+Ruffle.jpg" /><br /><p>All, together now: <em>"<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ooooooh</span>... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ahhhhh</span>!"</em></p><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6noWqPuYB9I&feature=PlayList&p=23BF161F1CE7B336&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=9">Stacy London </a>says that <a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/137596/nbc-today-show-looking-hot-while-staying-pale">pale</a> is IT this season, so I'm excited to be part of the trend. Also, all the stars were wearing nude colored shoes on the red carpet this season. I'm told (also by Stacy) that they make you look taller-- and let's be honest, I can use all the help I can get in that department.</p><p>Yeah, I'm pretty happy about this decision. Though, I guess it brings my number up to 75. Oh well. That's a nice round number.</p><p><em></em> </p><p><em>EDIT: I forgot that my new number is 56, so once these babies arrive in the mail, my number will <u>actually</u> be 57. Not such a nice round number, but a more reasonable one.</em></p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-39672410814167022042010-03-07T22:30:00.003-05:002010-03-09T13:10:26.377-05:00Your Trip Begins at Michigan.orgAnyone who knows me knows that I LOVE those Pure Michigan ads. I love Tim Allen's voice, I love the music (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ganked</span> from the Cider House Rules soundtrack), I love the scenes from all over Michigan... I just love it all.<br /><br />So a few months ago my mother casually told me that there would be a film crew at our restaurant soon. I asked why and she (again, casually) said that they were filming a PURE MICHIGAN ad!<br /><br />"Say what?!" I was so excited! Hell, I still AM excited because now the ad is airing and you can see <a href="http://www.romacafe.com/">our restaurant</a> in a few of the shots.<br /><br />Check it out here:<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tusp77o74ac&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tusp77o74ac&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Did you catch it? Probably not... but neither did my dad, the first time around. So in case you missed it, here are the screen shots of The Roma.<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445994021020480530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6OtdCFIq6XVCbLxh-NiQlzELp5W6KX3DL0r8KKSTAX2e3pFopyd-qk1FxCB7C2NGfNyijVoff536DupQBBTY1y6gqzPpSi4r2CjqEia3Nce7DasL8xrweiq9tEj53LjEn-c3s-M4hsCwN/s320/Pure+Michigan+2.jpg" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZxjiUxL1ftjjdlMKZKsYkEk9rJnuKl_enKdgeCiKbJ5IY-LP4BCbYaJPRYXBbIesGfi4ksXDJPJ6HNHyvJUE9-PF0boUfWh_tKvHQvCt8WEbQ0aBM-VimpRvCzaiw0Qad01VhnkE8byl/s1600-h/Pure+Michigan+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445994011610071106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivZxjiUxL1ftjjdlMKZKsYkEk9rJnuKl_enKdgeCiKbJ5IY-LP4BCbYaJPRYXBbIesGfi4ksXDJPJ6HNHyvJUE9-PF0boUfWh_tKvHQvCt8WEbQ0aBM-VimpRvCzaiw0Qad01VhnkE8byl/s320/Pure+Michigan+1.jpg" /></a></p><p>Other things I love about this ad: </p><ol><li>Tom <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Izzo</span> shucking corn.</li><li>RED POP!</li><li>That goofy kid at the end with the lisp.</li></ol><p>The only thing I don't love about this ad: <em>Where's Tim Allen??</em> </p><p>I think he would have given this ad some MORE POWER... get it? </p><p>Home Improvement? ...anyone?</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-19028220784392118612010-03-07T15:06:00.004-05:002010-03-07T15:16:16.985-05:00Now parents will let their kids bop with me.I don't think I've been inside a Hot Topic store since I was 15 and I haven't had any intention of changing that... until today. <br /><br />I was innocently walking around The Oaks Mall, after a quick trip to Bath & Body Works, when all of a sudden THIS caught my eye:<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445986019604464642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-JN-j_F4H-e3Kj0aOvBVwnMD44ZgeD8cw_LhvVTLooI72-kFWNG5SYV0FEzT4OR-pivamfeVdIMTpdCZaxyWoo-9v9UI2fHXN_ZSIjzyYOrvReUTHteMfChmPSKQgVsc9UbJeJ8IM7QT/s320/100_0308.JPG" /><br /><p>Oh yeah. </p><p>It was in the window at Hot Topic, with just about every other green or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">leprechaun</span>-themed T-shirt they have. And I caved. It was just too wonderful. </p><p> I can't wait to be one of hundreds (or "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hunnerds</span>" as they say down here) of students wearing this shirt on Wednesday.</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-29737182498269076792010-03-06T19:11:00.032-05:002010-03-06T20:20:27.188-05:00What's Your Number?<div align="left"><em>What’s your number?<br /></em>Well, that’s a very personal question…<br />But, Internet, we’ve been friends for a long time so I feel comfortable sharing thins kind of information with you. So I will tell you.<br /><br />My number is… *sigh*… <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">74</span></strong>.<br />Yes, you heard me. <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">74</span></strong>.<br />And don’t you <em>dare</em> judge me!<br /><br />Albeit, some of those were rash decisions that ended painfully. Others seemed like love at first sight but then never panned out. And still others turned into wonderful long term relationships that gave me years of joy and happy memories. Each one was a reflection of who I was at different points in my life.<br /><br />But I’m at a crossroads in my life and I’m finding that I am increasingly embarrassed by this rather… <em>large</em> number.<br /><br />Thus I decided it was time to take action. I needed to reflect on my past and make some decisions. And I knew that this wouldn’t be easy, but these kinds of things seldom are.<br />So here we are.<br /><br />First, I had to take stock of them all.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1VgnP6II/AAAAAAAAAI0/nvKzYuMvQWA/s1600-h/100_0290.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445684649324963970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1VgnP6II/AAAAAAAAAI0/nvKzYuMvQWA/s320/100_0290.JPG" /></a> Closet #1 had 28<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1VPmSlMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yYOGYa_YSsQ/s1600-h/100_0291.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445684644757542082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1VPmSlMI/AAAAAAAAAIs/yYOGYa_YSsQ/s320/100_0291.JPG" /></a> Closet #2 had...<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1U5-uhpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/doyY6Vi8qQ8/s1600-h/100_0292.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445684638954456722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1U5-uhpI/AAAAAAAAAIk/doyY6Vi8qQ8/s320/100_0292.JPG" /></a> ...18<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1UiIHB0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Heu8vqmBXn4/s1600-h/100_0289.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445684632551360322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1UiIHB0I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Heu8vqmBXn4/s320/100_0289.JPG" /></a></p><p align="center">And I was hiding/storing 18 pairs under the bed.</p><br /><p align="center"><br /></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1UWwEjYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FNHtrTZkvJs/s1600-h/100_0293.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445684629497744770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5L1UWwEjYI/AAAAAAAAAIU/FNHtrTZkvJs/s320/100_0293.JPG" /> <p align="left"></a><br />Oh, and flip-flops… are we counting flip-flops? Ok, because there were 10 of those.<br /><br />Then it was time to decide who would stay and who needed to go.<br /><br />All of Closet #1 was safe. Those are the ones I wear on a regular basis.<br />Most of Closet #2 was safe, except for a few, as I wear those when I dress up for work (or internship, as will be the case this summer).<br />But those that were hiding out under the bed were in grave danger of being “booted”, as it were.<br /><br />But before I gave them all the old heave-ho, I decided to take a moment to reflect on our time together.<br /><br /></p><p align="center">Ah, <strong>Prom</strong>! What memories!</p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lzc7hVejI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zrZA4_Sa2IA/s1600-h/100_0295.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445682577783749170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lzc7hVejI/AAAAAAAAAIM/zrZA4_Sa2IA/s320/100_0295.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNTNcakMFJifSXMhl6yz_hUM64jpdbQ_5FhGM-gS5Pjc-YqD0er4on7Z-TLjdFUO2KGuS7v6nq_zO2LktpjEP0aRE-7Xd22ZAFhyphenhyphen06niPF9TRyGpggNHyr3J6KY16azNcBRd3j6YCrNjb/s1600-h/dsc00209r.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445682574052370610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeNTNcakMFJifSXMhl6yz_hUM64jpdbQ_5FhGM-gS5Pjc-YqD0er4on7Z-TLjdFUO2KGuS7v6nq_zO2LktpjEP0aRE-7Xd22ZAFhyphenhyphen06niPF9TRyGpggNHyr3J6KY16azNcBRd3j6YCrNjb/s320/dsc00209r.JPG" /></a>There they were, in all their glory. God, I wish I were still a size 2… </p><br /><p align="center"><br />I’m getting rid of these because well… I like boys (also I don't play softball or wear flannel). And I think it’s time my footwear reflected that.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lzcd4tqmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zWD9JMVgdhk/s1600-h/100_0298.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445682569828739682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lzcd4tqmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zWD9JMVgdhk/s320/100_0298.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Every girl remembers her first. (Pair of Pumas, that is.)<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGkhXj8qb4lsIiy7qZ-1Srt8oEtW8z4gEh0534FLR1LDSmaHha18l7rzuOR85AqA2nsncia-8AHFOgd7Q7fn00DtAktw5TtGIBxih-wcd2HI2ml3IKZDGNir73OBpN9Oe2TeopkdATBWD/s1600-h/100_0296.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445682564605379554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXGkhXj8qb4lsIiy7qZ-1Srt8oEtW8z4gEh0534FLR1LDSmaHha18l7rzuOR85AqA2nsncia-8AHFOgd7Q7fn00DtAktw5TtGIBxih-wcd2HI2ml3IKZDGNir73OBpN9Oe2TeopkdATBWD/s320/100_0296.JPG" /> </a><br /><p align="center"><br /><br />These slip-on maroon sneakers went perfectly with my maroon CMU polo shirt and were PERFECT for my time as a campus tour guide at CMU… but not much else.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lwq4r3rWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pOSfSNGXlpw/s1600-h/100_0301.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445679519005912418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lwq4r3rWI/AAAAAAAAAHs/pOSfSNGXlpw/s320/100_0301.JPG" /></a><br /><br />These (embarrassingly expensive) moccasins were love at first sight until I wore them for the first time, only to be told by a friend that they were the ugliest shoes he’d ever seen. That was the last time I wore them.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5LwqPLfAhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jwgp5TUBaNM/s1600-h/100_0302.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445679507864224274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5LwqPLfAhI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jwgp5TUBaNM/s320/100_0302.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Believe it or not, I begged my mother for these shoes when I was still in High School. She asked where I would wear them. I told her, “Duh. Everywhere”. I guess I actually meant “Nowhere” because that’s <em>really</em> where I wore them.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lwp-dbWzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qrT_tbR6W0A/s1600-h/100_0303.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445679503376079666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5Lwp-dbWzI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qrT_tbR6W0A/s320/100_0303.JPG" /></a><br /><br />These old gals have moved with me to FOUR different cities and apartments now and I refuse to give them up.</p><p align="center">ALMA MATER, QUEEN AND MOTHER, ETERNAL BE THY REIGN!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5LwpUQqARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fsqV_Hicxqo/s1600-h/100_0305.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445679492048224530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5LwpUQqARI/AAAAAAAAAHM/fsqV_Hicxqo/s320/100_0305.JPG" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRGjh0JLj6M/S5LwqSXi_BI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aczaPN9oH4o/s1600-h/100_0306.JPG"></a><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="left">I dumped many more pairs than are pictured here.</p><p align="left">Using the criteria of those that </p><ol><li><div align="left">Instantly give me blisters (no matter HOW cute they are) </div></li><br /><li><div align="left">Have gone more than 2 years without being worn </div></li><br /><li><div align="left">Make me look like a lesbian</div></li></ol><p align="left">I was able to give myself a new number.<br /><br />Drum roll please….<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>48!</strong><br /></span><br />Oh wait… are we counting flip-flops? ...we are?<br /><br />Ok… <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">56!</span></strong><br /><br />That may not seem like much progress, but I no longer store/hide ANY shoes under the bed! That’s a major improvement and I’m sure the dust bunnies are thrilled to have all the extra space.<br /></p><br /><p align="left">So there you have it, Internet. I have shared my most personal secrets with you, yet again. You have allowed me to share this process with the world... and now you have shown me the nearest DSW, so that I may begin to rebuild.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqi9dIAMRkbcc93Wa-vv5pLLAzLNQflv1TN9Yvdc2EnmqRKMQlQ_38VMHAanAEP-HfGzo1VNI3QxQ4-Jj0i09DO5kemt0uHHZsg6GY9rPCu-2p2yMFSPmdH7cBqrPJvqzxPxWqhaErrUZ/s1600-h/DSW+Map.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445694295497627730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPqi9dIAMRkbcc93Wa-vv5pLLAzLNQflv1TN9Yvdc2EnmqRKMQlQ_38VMHAanAEP-HfGzo1VNI3QxQ4-Jj0i09DO5kemt0uHHZsg6GY9rPCu-2p2yMFSPmdH7cBqrPJvqzxPxWqhaErrUZ/s320/DSW+Map.jpg" /></a> Thank you, Interwebs. Thank you.</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-59786676037817631502010-02-24T23:40:00.005-05:002010-02-25T00:05:36.131-05:00That's Wall StreetIt's comments like this that really take the glow out of pursuing a career (and an advanced degree) in museums:<br /><br /><blockquote>My board, which i have to placate, because they raised the money to build the place which is keeping me employed (but none of whom know how to run a museum) is giving me fits. They have decided they want <strong>*insert anonymous Republican*</strong> to speak at the opening. He is an old friend of one of our oil tycoon board chairmen. I will likely be sick to my stomach. You too will learn the joys of selling your soul to keep your job in good stead in a small to medium museum one day. They can't teach that in museum ethics.</blockquote><br />...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">yay</span></span>? But then again, this much beloved former co-worker was never known for his optimism. He's a realist (like many... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, <em>most</em>... of my former co-workers) and I appreciate that. Someone has to tell it like it is-- it might as well be him. While I'm reading about the difference between "feign" and "simulate" (I'm not far enough into this article to even <em>begin </em>to explain how it relates to museums), he's out there doing real, honest-to-goodness work. <br /><br />For a brief moment, I was kind of jealous. Right now, I would gladly trade these stacks of overly theoretical articles for some time out there in the trenches, doing good, solid museum work.<br /><br />But then I remembered something. I <em>was </em>out in the trenches, doing good, (sometimes) solid museum work. And I bitched to high hell about having to be at work at 9, dealing with screaming babies and angry teachers and puking kids, and pathetic wages and no health insurance and weird homeless people and, and, and...<br /><br />So I came back to school.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-58596249542663419012010-02-16T23:07:00.003-05:002010-02-18T00:21:23.881-05:00I'm on a horse.Tommy and I saw this Old Spice commercial at the movie theatre this weekend. We were laughing, other people were staring. I'm ok with it.<br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owGykVbfgUE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />Thank goodness Tommy wears Old Spice, so he can buy me tickets to that thing I love.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-65577330955058794812010-02-13T19:04:00.016-05:002010-02-14T00:41:25.132-05:00Oh. Canada.I'm tired of people saying, "Well, it was no Beijing..."<br /><br />No fricking kidding. Canada is not China and it's never gonna BE China. Much in the same way that crème brulée is never gonna be Jell-O.<br /><br />But that’s a good thing!<br /><br />Personally, I loved last night's opening ceremony. I thought it was very... Canadian.<br /><br />The Canadians hold a very special place in my heart.<br />I grew up in a state that is actually north of Canada...<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437964976725949330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAkRO7rDxA54GvltY9svFyxZPgsMpsUxcfnwevfiYKd6dvrOTEdYsIEIcfaPPQhqc7tJ8IhqI7Ww-5eLjW5g5gt1C04n8ltyHjpgn1cs9pIHGgiZX_cYtonixEP8zsxhMGNhfwHha_4eP/s400/Map.jpg" /><br />... drinking <a href="http://www.nanaimoentertainment.com/Labatt%20Blue%20Logo.jpg%20Blue%20Logo.jpg">Canadian beer</a>... watching <a href="http://www.tvshowsondvd.net/graphics/news3/RedGreenShows_2000Season.jpg">Canadian Television... </a><br /><br />... and obsessively following a Canadian rock band.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437964970624122978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnGvPBqGYJ3tnHoBE845ffesA01TT94kcRzRuHttKKo9Ja7Q56zEneFsOoiVXxytvq38y7_ZVX2aH_R4e4shRFVBCipy_MtkZ5JljNGe1eZ47GdSUbzGyiNfLXh78ilQVxiqD7ogA9JpjW/s400/BNL.jpg" /><br />So while <a href="http://files.sharenator.com/images_2008_Beijing_Olympic_Opening_Ceremony_Pictures-s660x440-7227.jpg">weirdness</a> like <a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3096/2745199305_9d36a485cd.jpg">this</a> is undeniably Chinese...<br />Moments like this...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437896489088890354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMiq0ObrFqRxy10nAcmfb2I5xvxtkR19rMYrRhyphenhyphen3dD82b4J1p-C_TN_r4AW6UfifTDccag8dqpdCXwOarGLssISO7QBhwRr83bk8HJq7D1OY_1GIRMe8EQOBL_t2KfQYJPFUCdPk7F_Z0/s400/KD+Lang.jpg" />...are deligtfully and beautifully Canadian.<br /><br />I'm pro-health care, I like hockey and beer, and it's been recently brought to my attention that I interject the occasional "eh" into conversation. So when you mess with the Canadians, you mess with me.<br /><br />So forget Beijing and accept Canada and her citizens for who they are.<br />They would do the same for you.<br /><br />And they'd be damn polite about it, eh.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-26912893905105505392010-02-12T20:01:00.010-05:002010-02-12T21:45:54.164-05:00Go World!I was mad at NBC for the same reason a lot of people were mad at NBC: I love Conan. But I'm putting my anger on hold (partly because Conan so eloquently told me to) because it's time for the WINTER OLYMPICS!<br /><br />I love the Olympics. I mean I LOVE the Olympics. Every two years, I find myself obsessively following the stats and achievements of athletes competing in sports I would otherwise never watch.<br /><br />During the last summer Olympics in China, I was up at all hours of the night (damn that 12 hour difference) to make sure that I was able to watch Michael Phelps win LIVE, so I could get a good look at those Chinese gymnasts (16 years old my ass) and to see Usain Bolt break his own records--one after another-- in those crazy <a href="http://img.timeinc.net/time/photoessays/2008/olympic_shoes/olympic_shoes_01.jpg">gold Pumas</a>.<br /><br />So here's what I'll be tuned into in Vancouver over the next 16 days.<br /><br /><strong>1.)</strong> <strong>The opening ceremony.</strong> I don't think it can <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUDTx2zw9st-0xnEk3uBr9A-FL44SLDywwaIcIQMd2nqxgNkuZbvk60rhrDUF1Yn_WCQBpdwi6rMyzOKSNE5kOIljtmZzyqqfKxTZLKnTwanzSgmjgOffsedlcbyeCgcTQd8PwKuX6bRbQ/s1600-h/shaun.jpg"></a>top Beijing's craziness from two years ago (has it been two years already?). But it's always awesome and it always gives me goosebumps.<br /><br /><strong>2.)</strong> <strong>Shaun White.</strong> Holy cow. I'm not a snoboarder, but this guy is insane! And you have to appreciate<a href="http://www.nbcolympics.com/athletes/athlete=2447/index.html"> that hair</a>. <div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rM4axDFEkDh8YOOSzdtfvR7Xkuw2hXXYzC0r598g9rctC1bkIX7Elg9GyhJJQZczlOfkfjON_mNVt7nbg9EBBNXWe-Lx1dGAqWoYSvoDx7l3h8YwYO8hMBkDYrk7Z9rWcyWoxWoTdRpI/s1600-h/coolrunnings.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437547530637564034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1rM4axDFEkDh8YOOSzdtfvR7Xkuw2hXXYzC0r598g9rctC1bkIX7Elg9GyhJJQZczlOfkfjON_mNVt7nbg9EBBNXWe-Lx1dGAqWoYSvoDx7l3h8YwYO8hMBkDYrk7Z9rWcyWoxWoTdRpI/s200/coolrunnings.jpg" /></a><strong>3.)</strong> <strong>Bobsled!</strong> C'mon, don't pretend that you didn't love Cool Runnings. You know you did. I think it's so cool to watch them run that sled and then jump in it and snap those handles down. It's a race with a lot of components involved. So cool.<br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><strong>4.)</strong> <strong>Medal ceremonies.</strong> Do you know all the words to Switzerland's national anthem? Neither do I. But I still love watching people get their medals and cry. Oh, I love to see them cry. I hope the medals aren't <a href="http://www.atlasblogged.com/images/torino%20medals.jpg">ugly</a> this year (Sorry Torino-- they looked like bagel chips).<br /><br /><strong>5.) Lindsey Vonn.</strong> She's a badass. I think people are underestimating what a badass she actually is. The girl has a bruise on her shin. Calm down people-- she's an Olympian! I'm not worried. Also, she has the Picabo Street seal of approval, so I'm on board.</div><div><br /><strong>6.) Bob Costas.</strong> Don't get me wrong-- I still love me some Matt Lauer, but nobody covers the Olympics like Bob Costas. I loved his interview with Bela Karolyi in Beijing.<br /><br /><object width="420" height="339"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6feo9"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6feo9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x6feo9">Bela final</a></b><br /><i>by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/bsap11">bsap11</a></i><br />He really enjoys the athletes and coaches and it shows. Love him. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhGHgL5EJJeShUt9PGW4I3McMs-nnCLO4lrVaUxBLpz-EM66X2rvvHYbyaxh-r0bZFVQZH_cYLLVJaFaNkR7fwcQLPvPBuj2ADuTsVWK1tbh6LPnExMid9TnppvRCCgr5lzru0YH_H2vA/s1600-h/Apolo.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437536638779206002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhGHgL5EJJeShUt9PGW4I3McMs-nnCLO4lrVaUxBLpz-EM66X2rvvHYbyaxh-r0bZFVQZH_cYLLVJaFaNkR7fwcQLPvPBuj2ADuTsVWK1tbh6LPnExMid9TnppvRCCgr5lzru0YH_H2vA/s200/Apolo.jpg" /></a><strong>7.) Apolo Ohno.</strong> He may be my favorite Olympic athlete of all time (Bela Karolyi isn't an athlete). He's going to be the guy to watch this year, as he only needs TWO medals to become the most decorated winter Olympic athlete of ALL TIME. Nuts, right?! I get really nervous while watching speed skating, though. It always looks like they're about to fall over. </div><div><br /></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong>8.) Women's hockey.</strong> It kind of makes me wish I hadn't quit playing high school hockey. I could have been an Olympic athlete... maybe. So what, I never scored a goal? I was really good at drinking Gatorade. Like... Oympic good. </div><div><br /></div><div><strong>9.)</strong> <strong>French. </strong>It's the official language of the Olympics and I like to brush up by listening to the announcers.</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY4B6_8E8chGIPdpQ9CF1GDFopU4eD1z-kmsiD0Qso5GIKynuk4WDKcmdWHHIWS07qR_zOPh6RXWb-6SDgrcY-yebmk-qXMRdtX8jM2ehyii5oBX_PeiLooWwd1kc5MnqNqE99I-hP3XK/s1600-h/blades_of_glory.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437546179003894258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY4B6_8E8chGIPdpQ9CF1GDFopU4eD1z-kmsiD0Qso5GIKynuk4WDKcmdWHHIWS07qR_zOPh6RXWb-6SDgrcY-yebmk-qXMRdtX8jM2ehyii5oBX_PeiLooWwd1kc5MnqNqE99I-hP3XK/s200/blades_of_glory.jpg" /></a><strong>10.) Figure Skating.</strong> Johnny Weir is a pretty big deal this year, but I think he's kind of annoying (though I'm willing to let him win me over throughout the course of the games). Personally, I like the pairs better. <em>Blades of Glory, </em>anyone?</div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-31033084336790317912010-02-06T16:20:00.000-05:002010-02-06T16:20:00.347-05:00815<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-1qzelSWpE&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I-1qzelSWpE&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I know... I know. More LOST. But seriously... watch it.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-82716801715859522792010-02-05T23:31:00.001-05:002010-02-05T23:33:07.989-05:00Et Tu, Tina?<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXvv5sTqNa4&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXvv5sTqNa4&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-79664475396615641672010-02-05T14:10:00.002-05:002010-02-05T14:14:30.228-05:00Save Me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEint_F-j2uEFJkFPmvlGzeWv66EVnX5LvYP9xQfyQzeM6x3ggnnudFM9mnB2sjUEev8t0OTnt8MYZdEMOMlF49ZS7vIaGE3k5cmOV3lR7csX-zf9NXFz4tgyXmelcvgR2WEcv9SlZ9BEXO9/s1600-h/Carrel.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434839202841860450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEint_F-j2uEFJkFPmvlGzeWv66EVnX5LvYP9xQfyQzeM6x3ggnnudFM9mnB2sjUEev8t0OTnt8MYZdEMOMlF49ZS7vIaGE3k5cmOV3lR7csX-zf9NXFz4tgyXmelcvgR2WEcv9SlZ9BEXO9/s320/Carrel.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQIWyMLi-jTbfYllDciPcnUnWB9oZCr23d9wG85s8bGx0HXdntB0sZjfq9SpcePqVWRgFJAJH2_IdsdhkH-xAjSgGSfpRCg4V9nWCYrK_KXllUcYGOARaKivUtCmWpuqHcfQbyL_iQQDUm/s1600-h/Carrel.jpg"></a>This is what I've been staring at for the past 4 hours.</div><div>I need more coffee and less work.<br />That piece of paper tacked above my computer is my To-Do List.</div><div>Gag.<br /></div><div></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-64666149752050508882010-02-03T23:22:00.006-05:002010-02-03T23:57:25.426-05:00Nothing is Irreversible<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPaOgZOtPXruejRNNhfo59L5-F0foEM1iFKmqiL6JtpRZXNFjRfKmREMueuUA_ZxW3R6UkPAK5iYdIdvt3W-Cj6jHoIP9XgmoFs9nDAD2VaUyyGoOGznx1GS3NK3PC3r6AjAIf1NMvoUB/s1600-h/Dharma.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434241228054613282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPaOgZOtPXruejRNNhfo59L5-F0foEM1iFKmqiL6JtpRZXNFjRfKmREMueuUA_ZxW3R6UkPAK5iYdIdvt3W-Cj6jHoIP9XgmoFs9nDAD2VaUyyGoOGznx1GS3NK3PC3r6AjAIf1NMvoUB/s200/Dharma.jpg" /></a> <em>If you didn't watch LOST last night... just stop reading. You'll either be bored to tears or mad that I've spoiled the season premier for you.</em> <p> </p><p>This may come as a shock to some of my family and friends but... I love LOST. I started watching it on DVD one lonely summer in East Lansing and have been hopelessly hooked ever since.</p><p>What follows is the text of an email I sent to my buddy back in Michigan, outlining my theories and questions about the season 6 opener. But I figured I would put it out into the gaping black hole that is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> in hopes of getting some additional answers and theories.</p><br /><p>1. So first of all: alternate reality?! Holy crap! Did they rip a hole in the space/time continuum or something? I don’t even care. I love it anyway!<br /><br />2. At first I thought everything on the plane was backwards-- but it wasn't exactly. I mean, Rose trying to comfort Jack-- that's backwards! But everything was just a little off. Do you think <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hurley</span> is really lucky? Or do you think he's just lying (like Locke was to Boone about going on a walkabout)?<br /><br />3. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">knick</span> on Jack's neck... is that a reference to the gash in his side that would have happened if the plane actually crashed?<br /><br />4. I bet Jack DOES remember Desmond, like he was saying. Remember, they met while running in that stadium? That obviously happened before flight 815... so can we perhaps assume that this is still true, even in this parallel reality? I also wonder if Desmond is still flickering around in time like he was a few seasons ago. Do you think that's why he disappeared from the plane?<br /><br />5. How many times can Sawyer beat up Jack in one episode?<br /><br />6. Did you notice that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span> had a different passport on the plane this time? He's Iraqi, but his passport was Iranian. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Woah</span>!<br /><br />7. Who the hell is that crazy Japanese guy? And what would make Jack think he could beat him up? Why would Jack NOT assume that a guy like that would be awesome at karate?! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">C'mon</span> Jack. Use your head.<br /><br />8. I bet the smoke monster is in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span> now. I mean-- dead is dead, right? Or maybe Jacob is in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span> and smoke monster/Locke is going to have a battle <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">royale</span> with Jacob/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span>.<br /><br />9. OR (and stay with me on this) the same thing that happened to Ben, happened to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span>. Remember when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span> shot little Ben last season, Richard brought him to the temple and could save him but said that ''He'll forget this ever happened, and his innocence will be gone". So <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span> woke up asking what happened... which suggests he forgot it happened. But is his innocence gone? Does <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sayid</span> have any innocence left? He's a nice guy and all, but I mean, he's a professional torturer.<br /><br />10. Where is smoke monster/Locke taking Richard? Also, I bet Richard was a slave on the Black Rock.<br /><br />11. My first thought when I saw the island under water was "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jughead</span> sunk it!" But then I realized that New <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Otherton</span> was still there... so the island sunk well after <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jughead</span>.<br /><br />12. I'm pretty sure I saw a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dharma</span> logo on the shark!<br /><br />13. At the swan site-- yeah, all the metal is twisted and the place is a mess because of the electromagnetic pull... but it sure doesn't look like a bomb went off. So that leaves me to ask, where the hell is the bomb?<br /><br />14. I heard a theory that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jin</span> had all that money in his bag because his plan was to deliver the watch for Sun's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">jerkface</span> dad and then run away to start a new life with Sun in America. I don't really care. I hate this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jin</span>. I like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dharma</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jin</span> better.<br /><br />15. I loved Jack telling Locke, "Nothing is irreversible" when he gave Locke his card. Yeah… not when you have a hydrogen bomb, I guess.<br /></p><br /><p>Phew. I need a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dharma</span> beer.</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-43471279794477735512010-02-03T01:11:00.003-05:002010-02-03T01:18:01.530-05:00Research "Interests"<div>I'm not a PhD student, but <a href="http://www.phdcomics.com/comics.php">this</a> website has been cracking me up.<br />Here's one of my more recent favorites:<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 173px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433897480509119506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq27GPU_mmHXUMFcpKnmoMrdE5fBxGPnPshNKrYhvAtAz2Vp4w6Q06nOKKE2Dnx6ehTcPzNLcF__iYjFwWHYReF6nfJJZJIzRHuu3t1_Bfa4CL2TTGFo1zn2ktX3H_XJHbKfx8E3B12Ees/s400/Research.gif" /><br /><p></p><br /><p>I am VERY interested in the research associated with shopping for things online.</p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-2776913355148572010-02-02T10:54:00.001-05:002010-02-02T10:56:27.940-05:00Sonofa...In honor of today's holiday, I will post my favorite LOST character's favorite phrase.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myEJta49jOM&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myEJta49jOM&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />Happy LOST Day, everyone!!Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6089601050907697621.post-24032985168648829122010-01-28T10:33:00.000-05:002010-02-02T10:34:36.787-05:00BNL Countdown<img style="WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px; VISIBILITY: hidden" border="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NTEyNDc3NDg*MiZwdD*xMjY1MTI*ODAzMDIyJnA9MTIwNzQxJmQ9Z2dBczJXakFJRGdtV*53TiZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*y/Jm89YWMyOWU5ZDc2N2UwNDM3ZWFlZmQ3YWYwYWE*MmM4NzImb2Y9MA==.gif" width="0" height="0" /><object id="playerLoader" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="360" height="450"><param name="_cx" value="9525"><param name="_cy" value="11906"><param name="FlashVars" value=""><param name="Movie" value="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/ggAs2WjAIDgmWNwN.swf"><param name="Src" value="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/ggAs2WjAIDgmWNwN.swf"><param name="WMode" value="Transparent"><param name="Play" value="-1"><param name="Loop" value="-1"><param name="Quality" value="High"><param name="SAlign" value=""><param name="Menu" value="-1"><param name="Base" value=""><param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"><param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"><param name="DeviceFont" value="0"><param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"><param name="BGColor" value=""><param name="SWRemote" value=""><param name="MovieData" value=""><param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"><param name="Profile" value="0"><param name="ProfileAddress" value=""><param name="ProfilePort" value="0"><param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"><param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://farm.sproutbuilder.com/load/ggAs2WjAIDgmWNwN.swf" width="360" height="450" name="playerLoader" align="middle" wmode="transparent" play="true" loop="false" quality="best" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />I love the new BNL song.<br /><br />I suspect it’s about Steve, but I guess Ed is quoted in an interview as saying, “It could be about anyone I was in a band with for 20 years…” So I guess that leaves it pretty wide open.<br /><br />I’m digging the sound of this new song and am generally excited about the prospect of an Ed-centric album. I’ve always liked his voice and particularly his acoustic guitar style. <br /><br />But I’ll still miss SteveJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11514851691354252849noreply@blogger.com0