Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Serendipity is...

Love notes lighting up every 200 yards of your favorite run.

Finding out 2 miles later that all these notes (at least 15 of them!) are 2 Amy Love Rory... yet still basking in their glow.
Cutest form of PDA I've ever seen!

Taking in your kingdom at the top of your favorite run along Arlington Ridge, right before an early cross-country flight. The Pentagon is the low building right beyond the highway, the Washington Monument and the Old Post Office are the two towers in the distance. Unseen is the Potomac river in between us Virginians and them DCists and the Capitol, which hidden by the dumb bushes, far right.
Taking your younger "Elder" brother by complete surprise by joining him for the second half of his flight home.
^ Face of disbelief.

Sweetly booting an old lady out of her seat next to my bro so that I could sit next to him and bask in all his fresh missionary nerdishness. We read many scriptures on this flight home.

Cute doggies and sweet shades. And smiling with ALL your teeth.


Discovering that not having any health insurance can acutally be a plus, since it causes your father to rachet down his usual boat driving attitude from "Demon" to merely "Wild." That is my foot and my ponytail, fyi.

Having eternal frienships... (Not pictured: Ashley, who is nevertheless very important)

Snuggling with favorite people and getting recharged for life. Not pictured: my parents, who are nevertheless EXTREMELY important! I love my family!

Monday, September 20, 2010

Go Team

You know those days where you're supposed to be reading 100 pages and preparing a project proposal for presentation tomorrow, but instead are spending the entire day falling in love with new music, contemplating life, watching plumbers install a sink in your bathroom, scouring the cupboards for new snackfoods, and vaguely piling up clothes in the center of your room so that you can pack them in a suitcase for your flight to Vegas on Wednesday?

Yea. I thought you'd know those days. Grr. I hate being this unproductive. I did run 4 miles today though. My sole success. And now, back to staring really hard at my Ethiopian readings and willing the information to go past my eyes and imprint on my brain.

.... Really I am just thinking about fall sports, as portrayed in these new youtube finds. The first really is just a gorgeous video, and the second is admittedly Kenny Chesney, but the coach's speech in the beginning secured its placement on my blog. Going from BYU, world's most sober school, to GWU, a grown-up prep school in the inner city, I feel like I was cheated out of the whole tailgate-party-chestpainted-football-fans college scene. *Small whine* Would've been fun.

I'm going home this week. I was in New York last week. I go to grad school and have become increasingly nervous about the job opportunities supposedly awaiting on the other side. My contacts are dry from staring at the computer for too long. I strung Christmas light up around my bed, canopy-style, and they look AWESOME. I can't decide if today is a good day or a bad day, but in the end, I don't have time to consider the question much further. As I mentioned earlier, HOMEWORK.

-La Scatterbrain
Hold up- pictures from my New York weekend:

I AM George's Progeny... I got to his school, after all.
It's like a tiny plaza for midgets, so they can feel like they run the universe for a second during their daily commute! Random mosaic under a low ceiling on the Red 1 line...

Ashley, my East Coast Sister! In Central Park.
Ghostwalking the Panda!

Our new luggage and our fabulous shoes make an appearance at the Goog. Ashley's on the left, I'm on the right.

update: wow that whole procrastination thing is really coming back around to bite me in the butt. Lesson from grad school year 1-- to do your readings early or you will never do them-- officially re-learned!

Monday, September 13, 2010

A thankful shade of yellow, if there is such a thing...

... It's just been a nice weekend. A wonderful Sunday, rounding out an extremely pleasant week. This image has popped into my head repeatedly as the perfect illustration of my feelings:

Bovine and Beautiful. Nah, just kidding, that's not its title. The Yellow Cow, by Franz Marc. 1911.
This is the image that finally won the blank spot on my wall in my new fancy IKEA frame. I just love it. Uplifting, bold and blocky, a very fascinating art historical pedigree, and it's just a wee bit FUNNY! I talked about this painting over a year ago if you'll recall. I think that post is my favorite thing I've ever written on here, actually. I feel like I just keep on learning that same lesson about the coin over and over again. And I keep on experiencing joy and fury and faith the same ways, too. And I still get wriggly joy when I consider the cow. She looks like I feel when I get dressed up or imagine something or talk to someone neat.

I have been making a conscious effort to thank Heavenly Father repeatedly throughout the day(s) for all the wonderful little things he has been sending my way. Strong legs that run far, hugs from handsome men, crisp but not cold breezes, parties with multitudes of friends, acrobats on F Street, incredible talks about the temple and covenants, Laney and her gross stories that made me and Mer laugh harder than we have in months, etc. I told Heavenly Father that I know these good times won't last forever; I remember only too well what it feels like to hit the proverbial wall and get frustrated and feel like no one's listening or no one cares. Those days are part of life. But it's weeks like this week that I take to heart and store for the poo days. Weeks like this week when I remember the Savior and I live without fear. And I have joy!

In the words of that immortal being Taylor Swift, today was a fairytale.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Oh Here We Go Again

I'm mixing my social media here, but as you may have read first on my Facey Face(book), I just began my Twenty-First year of schooling! That is a LOT. OF SCHOOL. Let's take just a moment to ponder how much of all of our lives has been dedicated to the cause of knowing STUFF. Many thanks go to the valiant stream of EXTREMELY patient educators and teachers that have walked this way.


I started my learning journey way back in... I guess it would be 1990 or 1991, when I successfully learned the shape of the letter A. Then of course came the all-important Nevada State Song, followed by a bunch of dates, formulas, and SAT vocab words that I no longer recall, and now, here I am... returning to Embrace Your Liberty with renewed dedication to its original purpose- sharing with my friends and family my love of learning about ART!!!!

I went way out of my comfort zone this semester. My class lineup includes French Renaissance Manuscript Art, African (more specifically, Ethiopian) art since 33 AD, and the first of two "Qualifying Papers," which I will create in lieu of a thesis. GW's Art History Department believes that theses are a waste of 6 months of your and my valuable job-searching time, and also that theses' most valuable contribution to your career (mainly, the refining of your writing/researching skills) can be accomplished by revamping past papers and submitting them to a jury of professors not once but twice during your masters' studies. I really approve of this idea. It won't make this particular semester any easier, though. Still- I laugh in the face of fatty research paper assignments- HAHAHA!

We, meaning my teachers and I, didn't waste any time this semester. 12 hours of class later, I am loaded down with 10 books and about 8 articles to read, and a burgeoning love of the Renaissance French author Christine de Pizan, whose Epistre Othea a Hector book (which was owned by a few of them English and French royalty peeps) I will study via the Internet in search of some new and brilliant reinterpretation/paper topic. Remember last semester when y'all got probably just a little too much of Frederic Edwin Church and the American landscape tradition that I was writing a monster paper about? This year, be prepared to stand in awe, after a while, of things like this:

and this:

I don't really know what these say. And I have no idea why a bunch of Medieval princesses are apparently laying bricks-- wait, no, I have a slightly educated guess now! Christine de Pizan wrote a book called the City of Ladies, which according to one of my articles is a philosophical architectural praxis of blah blah blah... sigh, we're back to the big words league, NOT my favorite thing, oh well. The point is, I bet this page comes from that book. Ladies building a city of ladies. You go, girls.
My final (or in a way, my first) point is, the French Renaissance artists wiped the floor with the Italians. Well, with the Italians, and tiny, tiny, itty-bitty paintbrushes. Italians had their murals, that's where they gloriously shine. But the Northern countries were just as Renaissance-y.... only on paper. In miniature paintings and in the margins of their beloved manuscripts. These works succeed in ways that are more thoughtful, personal, quiet, and yet just as inspiring as any Sistine Chapel. In the coming months I'll be telling you why.
PS Ethiopian art is on its way, too... Man, I can't begin to express how out of touch I feel here. My only reference point for African Art is the lovely Yinke Shonibare, and he's freaking BRITISH! And STILL ALIVE! I'm practically in the dark when trying to analyze ancient beautiful African objects like this:

From the Baltimore Walters Art Museum
It'll come. Can you see the nine concentric circles in this processional cross? The thing is so beautiful, so... crafted... I'm excited to learn more.