Archive for October, 2007

happy halloweenie pants!

car stereo wars: hip hop halloween monster mash-up

even though i still love halloween (and still get dressed up, obvs), i do miss trick or treating. the neighborhood streets i knew so well were transformed into a magical and eerie place, where little people like me frolicked and giggled and shrieked and filled our bags with sugary surprises. back then, i felt like we *owned* the streets, and the adults were just lucky to be there. we all knew the houses that gave away whole candy bars (WHOLE BARS!) and the houses that always gave you the crappy hard gum. the darkened houses were always the most mysterious to me… black, blank spaces between the homes with porch lights and grinning jack o’ lanterns.

even though i’m way too old for trick or treating, i still think about candy a lot (duh). so today, as i walked down memory lane, i decided to make a list of the best and grosses halloween candy of all time. please join me on this caloric tour of delights (and horror), and then feel free to leave yr own suggestions and candy memories in the comments.

first, the good stuff.

if i came home with at least four reese’s peanut butter cups (and i’m talking the real size, not the minis), i knew i was in business.

reese’s was (and still is) the best candy in the world. often i would hoard my peanut butter cups because i wanted to make them last as long as possible, and then, four months later, they would develop that weird light white film on top and i knew they were dead to me. DEAD.

actually, this happened to me a lot. one, cos i was an only child, so i didn’t have to worry about someone else eating my candy. two, cos i actually liked *looking* at my candy more than eating it (which is still true today. i keep cadbury eggs around FOREVER, just ask henri). Continue reading ‘happy halloweenie pants!’

halloweekend: part two

fannypack: cameltoe

did i mention that halloween is meredith’s most favorite holiday of all time?

well, it is. she decorates her apartment like CRAY CRAY and even makes a wreath with real candy corn and always dreams up a fantastic costume. this year, she decided to go as maleficent, the evil fairy in “sleepy beauty.”

in order to be evil, you must have V. ANGRY EYEBROWS.

and then you must wear lots of green face paint.

AND you must have an evil date, preferably a supervillain. meredith lucked out in that department, cos who is more evil than the nemesis of superman, general zod?!!

the rest of us weren’t *quite* so evil. Continue reading ‘halloweekend: part two’

halloweekend: part one

on friday, henri and i drove to houston for Halloweekend 2007, presented by matt and meredith.

and it was awesome.

friday, we walked from the rice (where they live) over to our favorite bar, warren’s. as usual, warren’s did not disappoint, esp. cos they had halloween decorations!! look!!!

any bar that takes the time to hit up the local party city is obviously a fine establishment.

we had some drinks and chatted up a storm. then henri ate my hair.

um, ew? this picture was *obviously* not my idea.

walking home, we fell for the “frank’s trap,” which is basically the smell of pizza at 2 AM which then seems like a GREAT IDEA and before you know it, you’ve ordered a whole pizza and henri said he was only going to eat one piece but he ate three and then when you wake up in the morning you feel kinda gross.

here’s meredith, cutely waiting for our order:

the next morning, i ate brunch at one of my favorite places of all time!!!! house of pies!!! home of a zillion pies that i can eat!!!! open 24 hours!!!!

we met up with mark and stasha, who i hadn’t seen in aaaaaages. it was *wonderful* to see them, esp. cos stasha is about to have a little girl!

her name will be emma, and she will wear these shoes that i bought her at maker faire:

are those emma shoes or what?

i love talking with my doctor friends, cos they always have stories about cray cray patients and strange medical conditions. mark told us about how he rescued the robot who delivers medicine around the hospital; she (yes, it’s a lady robot, and her name is jules) was stuck in a corner, repeating the phrase, “please remove the obstruction.” mark said that after he freed her, he was expecting a little “thank you” or “you’re my hero!” or something. instead, jules just rolled away, as if nothing had happened (she was probably embarrassed). stasha said, “i don’t know how i feel about you manhandling a female robot in the middle of the night.”

ah, medical ethics!

stasha also talked about decorating emma’s room and how mark didn’t remember the “theme” of the room, even after stasha showed him the pink bedding with daisies that she bought. he wanted to buy a rug with bunnies (bunnies!) EVEN THOUGH the “theme” was “flower garden.”

poor mark.

however, stasha made letters that spell out “EMMA” for the wall, so at least mark can remember her name.

guess what? i had pie for breakfast! strawberry rhubarb, to be exact.

I KNOW IT WAS DELICIOUS.

after brunch (pie), henri, meredith, matt and i drove to galveston for the day! writing about king’s candy shop had me all nostalgic for the strand and the beach, and the weather was Absolutely Perfect.

i was able to visit my old friend pappy, who lives in the old-fashioned emporium and moves his eyes from side to side in a way that makes you wonder if maybe, JUST MAYBE, there’s a soul trapped inside pappy’s body.

i wanted to make a wish to be “big” so that i could end up with a sweet loft apartment in NYC with trampolines and a job at the toy company, but i didn’t have any quarters.

as we strolled down the strand, we discovered yet another reason why it was the perfect day to visit galveston: it was Pride Day!!!! awesome!!! there was a little stage set up, and we saw a drag queen doing as salsa/disco dance:

henri had chosen to wear his costume, Jem’s #1 Swimfan, all day long. the fact that it was Pride Day was a lucky coincidence.

after the drag queen, we watched the newly crowned Mr. Gay Galveston 2008 sing “walking in memphis.” he’s actually a pretty good singer!

american idol, anyone?!!

the best part of the show, however, was a drag queen dressed up like karen from “will & grace.” her performance began with a lip-synched reenactment of a scene from “will & grace”… honestly, i have never seen anything like it. she only mouthed the words to karen’s part (and poorly), and then kinda stood there when other characters on the recording were talking. and then, suddenly, she launched into jennifer hudson’s “and i am telling you i’m not going” from dreamgirls!!! look!!!!!

ok, but it gets even BETTER. there was an old man in the audience who was simply *enchanted* by this queen’s performance, and halfway through the song, he couldn’t contain himself any longer, so he got up and danced with her!!!!! ok, well, he TRIED to dance with her.

after that, we left. because honestly, there’s no way to top an old man who *probably* thinks a drag queen is actually a woman and then tries to dance with her in the middle of the show. you can only go down from there.

next stop: king’s candy shop!! oh sweet candy bliss!

we lucked out, cos the taffy-making demonstration had just begun! I LOVE WATCHING THE TAFFY MAKING MACHINE!!

gah i wanted to lean over the banister and stick my fingers into that pink sticky softness! squish squish!!

here’s a little video so you can see their (super antique) machine at work:

i swear, i could stare at that thing for hours. it’s just like that show where you can learn about how certain foods are made, like hostess cupcakes or licorice. i wish i could host that show, and get free samples.

speaking of samples, i got some fresh taffy!

note the best part of that picture: meredith, taking a massive bite out of her pistachio ice cream cone. MWWARRR!

of course we had to trek into colonel bubbies, which, yes seth, still smells like cat pee. i have sooo many memories of walking through the cramped aisles with my mom and dad and finding all kinds of treasures, like busted up canteens and funny helmets. i still have this super cool nurse’s cape that i bought there, many years ago. and you know, they probably still have some in stock.

it’s really easy to lose people in this store. and honestly, i have no idea how they keep inventory here. it’s just insane.

calling all angsty teenagers!!

we were getting a little hungry, so we drove to the sea wall for some seafood at casey’s! they have shrimp!

after reading the sign, henri called meredith a “little shrimp.” scuffling ensued.

i can’t count the number of times on this blog that i’ve mentioned meredith and henri rough-housing. however, no flip flops were thrown in this incident, so the injuries were minimal.

casey’s also has big shrimp, just like the sign said (truth in advertising!!!).

guys, it was the PERFECT MEAL for our galveston day. we sat outside in the sunshine with the balmy beach air blowing through our hair, and we ate all kinds of fried things from the ocean.

you know a meal is good when everything is brown.

we decided to hit up one of the many tacky souvenir stores on the beach, cos hey, that’s what you do! i remember exploring this particular store several times when i was a kid and begging my parents to buy me a hermit crab but they said no because our dog would probably eat it. and then later our dog killed a bird i was pet-sitting, and i realized that my parents were right. that was a pivotal day.

henri found a hat that fit him *perfectly*.

i decided to change my apartment decorating theme to “nautical” just so i could buy everything on this wall:

i thought this lamp was a pretty good deal, *especially* for only $14.99. i mean, it’s decorative AND useful!

i picture it in my bathroom, actually.

mermaid pier has a great patio in the back, so we chillaxed for a while and watched the waves. it was bliss.

i like this picture, cos it’s like “beaches”!! except meredith isn’t dying of cancer, as far as i know. yay!

we walked out to the end of a jetty, which always makes me feel like i’ve reached the edge of the world. everything– work, people, buildings, cars, stress, distractions– is behind you, and yr entire vision is simply filled by the ocean’s horizon.

like i said, it was the perfect day.

[more tomorrow]

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finally! a gum ball dispenser belt buckle!

new research on genes and sexual orientation.

the office convention happened last week, and they even had office olympics! i totally would have nailed the “waste as much time as possible on the internet” competition.

gossip girl: putting the posh deluxe in posh deluxe

yeah yeah yeahs: rich

wow! yesterday’s entry provoked quite a discussion, and i liked it!

thanks for all of yr responses… i truly enjoy learning about the perspectives and (varying) opinions of my friends. it’s one of those things that makes life so rich and interesting, don’t you think?

i’ll definitely make more of an effort to post provocative entries in the future, since it’s nice when my blog isn’t all fluff and cupcakes.

with that said…

ahem…

today i’m writing about gossip girl.

i know, i know, the ice caps are melting and the dollar is falling and the congo is basically my worst nightmare. which is why we all need a little distraction now and then, am i right? i guess it becomes an issue when we let too many things distract us from what’s “really going on” in the world, BUT gossip girl is ONLY one hour a week.

and it is a delicious, wicked little gem of an hour!

since i know i won’t convert many of you, today i’m just going to talk about how the show contrasts with my actual high school life, which is probably why i enjoy it so much.

ok, so, here’s the cast:

they are all GORGEOUS people, with incredible clothes, amazing hair, and pretty much killer bods. i mean, look at those legs on serena (the blonde in the front)!

here’s my friends and i in high school:

(i know, i already used this picture, but it’s the only one i have on this computer)

hmmm.

let’s see… jean shorts… t-shirts… bangs. and we all look, oh, about thirteen. did i mention this is our senior lunch? and also that the gossip girl cast are all in their junior year of high school? oh, except for jenny, who is OBVIOUSLY a freshman:

let’s contrast jenny, who plays a fourteen year-old, with how i look NOW, at 28:

GAH! I AM SO EXCITED TO FINALLY BE IN HIGH SCHOOL!!! i get my own locker and everything!!! plus high school boys are WAY more mature!

anyway

the point is, the people on this show are brazilliantly good-looking. and while my friends and i weren’t fugly or anything, we certainly didn’t hang all over limos and look like sex gods:

speaking of limos, all of the people on this show are cray cray rich. like, when blair (the brunette) has a slumber party, her servants bring in posh air mattresses and cover them with satin sheets, PLUS she hires manicurists and stylists so the girls can get their make-up and nails done while they search through racks of expensive clothes in order to play “dress-up.” here’s jenny and blair, in the middle of some simple, girlie fun:

“oh, that old thing? i got it at bendel, but it is SO last season. you can have it! now, let’s go play truth or dare, which is really an excuse to watch two girls kiss!”

seriously, they play truth or dare, which leads to making out with businessmen in bars and stealing jackets from store windows.

ok, when i had a slumber party in high school, it usually consisted of the following:

sleeping bags

doritos

pizza

my collection of nail polish, care of walgreens

clerks or princess bride

and when we played truth or dare, the dares involved something like crank calling a boy (gasp) or licking a stick of deodorant (SHOCKING).

i know, we were truly girls gone wild. especially when it came to fashion! oh man! sometimes i wore old navy jeans with a hook-ups t-shirt (you know, the skater brand! so alterna!), or if i really wanted to spice it up, i wore a tank top with jean shorts! and maybe some kooky socks!

this is how serena, the star of the show, dresses for school:

yeah, she has to wear a uniform, which is SO UNCOOL. i feel really lucky that i went to public school so that i could wear the crap out of my “cows from around the world” t-shirt and gap jeans.

also, um, i would die for those boots. literally.

i don’t quite understand the uniform policy, though. i’m starting to think that the basic rule is that you have to wear something that *looks* like a uniform… and that’s about it. take blair and her two sidekicks, whose names i can never remember:

congratulations! you girls look extremely preppy! you have officially met the dress code!

the girls hang out on the steps of the metropolitan museum of art every morning before school so that they can drink coffee and gossip and plan the next ball/soiree/Social Event Of The Season. hey! that’s just like how my drama friends and i would sit on the lobby floor of the theater before class and geek out about the upcoming play and what roles we might get! maybe i have more in common with this show than i thought!

so yeah, almost every episode of the show includes a massive blow-out fancy pants party. this week, blair hosted a masquerade ball, where everyone was glitzed up in thousand dollar outfits and masks. see?

i think the fanciest party i ever “threw” in high school was the annual drama club banquet, when we rented out a room at the local italian joint then had a slumber party on the stage of the theater. i even got to wear a dress from EXPRESS!!! holla!

most of our parties, however, looked sort of like this:

well, we ARE in a *formal* dining room setting. AND becky is actually wearing some sort of headdress, which gives you a little taste of our glamorous, hard partying ways.

i’m pretty sure there was cake, too.

also, let’s talk about the boys.

on the show, EVERY SINGLE GUY is incredibly good-looking. here’s the “bad guy” of the show, chuck:

you can tell he’s bad, because he’s sinfully handsome.

and then there’s dan, the potential love interest of serena:

what’s up, hotness?!

in high school, i had a few crushes. however, i wouldn’t say they were “future models” or “people i might actually want to see in a 12 month calendar.” know what i mean?

oh, you didn’t get a good look? here’s another picture:

dan is the “regular guy” on the show, and he’s also representative of “the poor.” see, he’s from williamsburg, in brooklyn, which hipsters might think is “cool” but is actually “the wrong side of the tracks.” dan is totally impoverished. like, he can’t afford a personal driver or a shopping spree at barney’s or ANYTHING! honestly, it is heartbreaking to watch him (handsomely) suffer like this.

i mean, in high school, i was lucky. i got to BABYSIT and earn up to $6 an hour! there were weeks when i could afford to buy a babydoll dress at judy’s AND some knee socks from contempo. watching dan struggle to survive makes me really appreciate the times when my friends and i could go to any movie theater we pleased AND buy junior mints!

i don’t even want to get started on serena, the lead character, but suffice it to say, i never came *remotely* close to looking like this in high school:

nor will i ever.

p.s. serena, will you write a hair care book and publish it, please? k thanks!

in summary, gossip girl is amazing. it’s the kind of reality we (ok, maybe just me) all wish we could live in, minus the frequent back-stabbing. i mean, don’t get my wrong. i had a great time in high school. but maybe, *just maybe*, it might have been a little better if i had a pair of thigh-high grey leather boots.

i’m just saying.

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if you’re a GG fan, check out this article in EW.

the UN published an environmental wake-up call. more like another reason to never, ever get out of bed again.

before i saw this clip, i never knew how much i wanted to watch phillipino television. but now, thanks to a future filipino christina aguilera, some bubbles and an extremely vocal audience, i do.

if gossip girl didn’t exactly inspire you to comment, maybe this will. hmm. i wonder if UT will give me the day off for Slut Day?
willie wonka has FINALLY released his scratch n sniff wallpaper!!!! but i don’t see any snozzberries on it. hmm.

generation Q? or O?

ian brown: illegal attacks

about two weeks ago, thomas friedman wrote an op/ed piece in the NY times about my generation, which he calls “generation q.” for me, generation talk has always been confusing– am i an X? Y? millennial? reality bites? regardless, i consider myself one of the “young people” he’s talking about. if you have a minute, you should read it.

in the editorial, friedman states that he is impressed by both our optimism and intelligence, especially given the fact that we have refused to allow the post 9/11 world to deter us from reaching out to the world:

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Whether it was at Ole Miss or Williams or my alma mater, Brandeis, college students today are not only going abroad to study in record numbers, but they are also going abroad to build homes for the poor in El Salvador in record numbers or volunteering at AIDS clinics in record numbers. Not only has terrorism not deterred them from traveling, they are rolling up their sleeves and diving in deeper than ever.

The Iraq war may be a mess, but I noticed at Auburn and Old Miss more than a few young men and women proudly wearing their R.O.T.C. uniforms. Many of those not going abroad have channeled their national service impulses into increasingly popular programs at home like ”Teach for America,” which has become to this generation what the Peace Corps was to mine.

It’s for all these reasons that I’ve been calling them ”Generation Q” — the Quiet Americans, in the best sense of that term, quietly pursuing their idealism, at home and abroad.”

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with the rise of community service centers on college campuses, as well as programs like teach for america, i definitely feel like our generation is truly trying to care for our community, locally and globally. we’re young, so we’re supposed to be idealists, right?

mr. friedman then goes on to express his bafflement with our lack of political engagement:

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But Generation Q may be too quiet, too online, for its own good, and for the country’s own good. When I think of the huge budget deficit, Social Security deficit and ecological deficit that our generation is leaving this generation, if they are not spitting mad, well, then they’re just not paying attention. And we’ll just keep piling it on them.

(and)

Martin Luther King and Bobby Kennedy didn’t change the world by asking people to join their Facebook crusades or to download their platforms. Activism can only be uploaded, the old-fashioned way — by young voters speaking truth to power, face to face, in big numbers, on campuses or the Washington Mall. Virtual politics is just that — virtual.

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honestly, i felt pretty deflated after reading his words. i’ve signed online petitions and sent emails to my congressmen, but i can’t shed the nagging feeling that none of it really matters. then again, street marches and boycotts seem like relics from the past… would they make any sort of impact in our high-tech, internetted, 700 channel, globalized society?

then i read a response to the editorial, written by courtney martin. i think she’s close to my age, and she’s extremely articulate and smart and thoughtful. in short, i’ve deemed her to be my spokeswoman. read her retort, and join me in my crusade to nominate her for the (new) president’s cabinet.

instead of generation Q, courtney labels herself a member of generation Overwhelmed and says:

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We are not apathetic. What we are, and perhaps this is what Friedman was picking up on, is totally and completely overwhelmed. One of the most critical questions of our time is one of attention. In a 24-7 news climate, it is all but impossible to emotionally engage all of the stories and issues you are taking in, and then act on them in some pragmatic way. So instead, young people become paralyzed. (It seems that all of us are a bit paralyzed. After all, what are Friedman’s peers really doing? And aren’t his peers the ones with the most straightforward kind of power?)

My generation tries to create lives that seem to match our values, but beyond that it’s hard to locate a place to put our outrage. We aren’t satisfied with point-and-click activism, as Friedman suggests, but we don’t see other options. Many of us have protested, but we — by and large — felt like we were imitating an earlier generation, playing dress-up in our parents’ old hippie clothes. I marched against the war and my president called it a focus group. The worst part was that I did feel inert while doing it. In the 21st century, a bunch of people marching down the street, complimenting one another on their original slogans and pretty protest signs, feels like self-flagellation, not real and true social change.

When Friedman was young and people were taking to the streets, there were a handful of issues to focus on and a few solid sources of news to pay attention to. Now there is a staggering amount of both. If I read the news today with my heart wide open and my mind engaged, I will be crushed. Do I address the injustices in Sudan, Iraq, Burma, Pakistan, the Bronx? Do I call an official, write a letter, respond to a MoveOn.org request? None of it promises to be effective, and it certainly won’t pacify my outrage.

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exactly! how do we choose? and if we are able to focus our attention on one issue, what do we do about it? is there any way to make a change, or will the previous generation have to die before we can begin to shovel ourselves out of the debt, the pollution, the injustice?

courtney writes:

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We do our best. We pursue careers and seek answers to questions that we believe are important. So many of the young New Yorkers standing around my living room that night were professional activists — social workers and teachers and nonprofit workers. We discuss the latest current events, send one another links to our favorite blogs or videos on the subjects, grab drinks after work and hash it all out. We study like hell. My generation knows so much about so much. We read everything and anything that we think might point us in the direction of some kind of political enlightenment and psychic relief.

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i hope we’re doing our best. i really do. i try to read as much as i can, talk about things that are important to me, seek out other people’s opinions and perspectives. i *do* believe that we are the most “aware” generation that has ever existed, but now we have to figure out how to translate that awareness into change. the problem is that we don’t really have a model to follow. we’re crammed full of information, but we’re clueless. as courtney points out:

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We can’t be you, because we don’t live in your time. We don’t have the benefit of focus, the cushion of cheap rent, the luxury of not knowing just how complicated the world really is. Instead we have corporate conglomerates, private military contracts, the WTO and the IMF, school debt, and no health insurance. We are savvy and we are saturated and we are scared.

We are painstakingly composing our Facebook profiles because we did our daily round of news sites, and it left us feeling powerless and unsafe, like the only place to put our energies was inward. We are studying abroad because it feels like the only obvious way to interact with the world we care so deeply about. We are dancing at house parties on Friday nights because we talked about your op-ed, the war in Iraq, rape in Congo, but in the end, we just felt overeducated and underutilized.

You call that quiet. I call that coping.

***

a-men, courtney.

so, guys, what do we do? i (honestly) have visions of hipsters pulling youtube pranks to send a message to washington, or pants world going hacker-style and messing with the bank accounts of congressmen while rollerblading through the streets.

any other ideas?

ok, i gotta go add some photos to facebook.

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my favorite current affairs series is back with a piece which compares china and the u.s. to pamela anderson and kid rock. i think china might have a little less silicon, though.

soccer moms just got a whole lot more badass.

lobsters escape imenent death! sounds like a new pixar movie…

the california fires ate up a large elvis memorabilia collection, but the *owner* of the collection is actually the most interesting part of the story.

BREAKING NEWS. ace of base and aqua are BOTH reuniting!!! thank goodness, cos i’ve been really hoping to get a song stuck in my head for 17 consecutive days.
meredith sent me this site which challenges yr vocab while donating rice to starving countries [insert rice university joke here].

how to handle celebrities: a posh d. case study

i’m feeling better today, thanks to my wonderful meds. and also the love of my friends, obvs.

so, you know how i saw paul giamatti in NYC a few weeks ago? well, i think i’m on a CELEBRITY STREAK. like the (space) stars have aligned so that my moon is in hollywood’s sun shadow or whatever.

on saturday night, henri spotted rob thomas (the creator of veronica mars) when we were eating at hyde park grill!

ok, ok. i realize that’s not extremely impressive. but hey, anyone who knows kristen bell is instantly awesome to me.

but GET THIS.

on sunday, amy and i were shopping on south congress, and i had just discovered this *amazing* “vintage” (old) gold purse in a crowded corner of new bohemia. i picked it up and started to walk to the back of the store to show it to amy when i saw…

JASON SCHWARTZMAN!!!!!

unfortunately, he was not wearing that outfit.

he looked more like this:

but with no jacket, cos it was still super warm outside, this being october in texas.

I COULD NOT BELIEVE JASON SCHWARTZMAN AND I WERE IN THE SAME STORE!! IN AUSTIN!! Continue reading ‘how to handle celebrities: a posh d. case study’

i’m sick!

my head hurts and i’m all cough-y and congested. and snotty. gross.

and my voice sounds funny.

which is why today’s post is a video blog (hi-tech!!!).

don’t worry, you can’t get my germs from the internet.

DIY pantsing at the maker faire

the most serene republic: sherry and her butterfly net

finally!!! it feels like fall outside!!! i got to wear a scarf and coat and everything!!!

hooray!

ok but this post is not about the new chilly weather. it’s actually about what i did on saturday!

this weekend, my friend amy drove up from houston so that we could attend maker faire, which is basically a massive collection of people who like to *create* things, like robots and crafts and clothes and toys and science experiments and weird bicycles. i honestly had no idea what it would be like, which makes it all the more thrilling to finally experience!

half of the event was held inside this big convention center, which gives off a pretty blah first impression. i mean, why is convention center lighting always so HORRID?

(thankfully, green is a good color on me)

however, the things inside of the center were anything BUT blah. most of the booths were focused on some kind of gadgetry, which of course means google was there.

and yes we got google socks!!!!! ahh our first piece of swag for the day. special thanks to henri for serving as my sock model.

some of the booths were a little too hi-tech (read: too complicated for my attention span), but there were plenty of inventions that i thought were amaaaazing.

like this super cool light-up bicycle wheel!!!!

and guess what? i could make these wheel lights! all i have to do is look it up on instructables.com and then install a tiny computer on peabody’s wheel. which will then get stolen. but anyway. Continue reading ‘DIY pantsing at the maker faire’

ritzy construction

vhs or beta: burn it all down

it seems like just yesterday that i bid adieu to the downtown alamo while wearing a construction helmet and suffering wine injuries from the earthquake.

but guess what? the new alamo is opening up in two weeks!

and i got a sneak preview!

so, when you were a kid, did you ever sneak inside houses under construction in yr neighborhood? when i was in junior high, my parents and i would take walks (with our dog, biscuit! i miss you, biscuit!) around lakewood forest, ye olde suburb, and explore the houses that were being built. my dad’s an engineer, so he looooved looking at the beams and frames and blah blah blah. i just liked imagining what it would look like in the future as i romped around the building’s skeleton; i felt like a ghost, moving through walls, a secret part of the house’s history that its inhabitants would never know.

well, that’s sort of how i felt on wednesday night, when henri took john and me on a private little tour!

VIP HOLLA!

the ritz, as many of you know, used to be a bar (formerly a pool hall, which was formerly a theater, i think) on sixth street. for months, i’ve been staring at this sign over the door:

and now that sign is down! and there are brand new retro lights on the ceiling!!!!

we walked through those doors and entered… the future lobby.

um, yeah. they have a long way to go. but still! it’s gonna be so fun to walk through that lobby when it’s all done and gussied up and remember when it was full of tools and boxes!

the ritz has two theaters, which means the alamo will be able to show first-run movies AND still do their specialty shows (like henri’s sing-alongs). as you can see, things are moving right along in the small theater!

Continue reading ‘ritzy construction’

happy national chocolate cupcake day pants!!!

guys, today may be my favorite day of the entire year.

ok, besiiides my birthday.

and xmas.

and the first real day of fall (which hasn’t happened yet SIGH. i am STILL waiting to drink my first pumpkin spice mocha, and it’s KILLING ME).

and the day when i’m done with school, which will be amazing.

oh and days when i get to hang out with toddlers and they laugh a lot.

ok, so i have a lot of favorite days.

but anyway!

today is officially national chocolate cupcake day!!!!!! and no, i am not making this up. yes, i know i’m prone to be a little biased when it comes to cupcakes, but this is really a legitimate holiday. legitimate meaning, it is listed on a webpage with animated gifs. translation: why do i not have off today? hello? national holiday? i need to be at home! spending quality time with jefferson (my laptop, if you must know) and some freaking chocolate cupcakes!!

well, since UT is obviously not sensitive to my religious beliefs, i’m stuck at my desk. but that doesn’t mean i can’t celebrate this v. special day in my own crafty, rebellious way! via my blog, i want to reach out to all of you with a little bit of cupcake porn, so that we can (virtually) take each other’s hand, (virtually) feel the love and (virtually) chow down on some tasty cupcake business! that’s how you tell the Man to suck it! UT will RUE the day they decided not to officially recognize this holiday!

and so, without further ado:

from frankenberryskiss 

GOOD LORD.

from cupcaketastic 

yes, those are cupcakes in cones. like ice cream, but BETTER!


from kylie lambert 

did you guys know i belong to a cupcake group on flickr? what, you’re surprised? anyway, kylie is probably my favorite favorite cupcake artist of all time. her creations are beautiful AND delicious.

from zalita

i think that second one might not be chocolate. but you know what? it’s a holiday! it’s no time for hate! it’s time for LOVE and TOGETHERNESS! so i say, let all the cupcakes in, regardless of color!!!

from phillip

that’s more like it.

from erinmcgee

even though it’s nowhere near february, we’ll even let the valentine cupcakes in! cos this holiday is all about tasty tolerance!

from princesscarissa

that is the wallpaper on jefferson. fyi.

from zalita 

sooo pretty. almost too pretty to eat… wait, who am i kidding?

from lovetobake 

i think my seven year old self would like that cupcake the best– it’s so rainbow brite meets lisa frank, you know?

anyway, i hope this little post has contributed to the spirit of this marvelous national holiday. if i’ve inspired just ONE of you to go out and eat a cupcake, well, my job is done. and i am truly honored.

LINKS

check out the latest improv everywhere prank– shirtless dudes at abercrombie & fitch! yeah, like THAT’s never happened.

please do me a favor and read this top ten list of halloween costumes to avoid before i see you at a party dressed as an iphone and have to smack you with my jem microphone.

attention, gossip girl fans!! check out this interview with penn badgley, aka dan, aka love of my LIFE! special thanks to meredith, my e! pants.

who’s googling for sex?

you GUYS. baby jessica is 21!! and she has kids!!! and to all of the people that just went, “who’s baby jessica?”– shut up, whipper snappers!

this is what happens when you try to do a self portrait with yr two cats and dog. also, dude, this is why you need to get a life.