So I promise, this is more than just a shameless self-promo for the other blog I'm in charge of, a blog for my uni's student-run newsblog, The Accolade.
Which you probably remember me talking about before.
Anyway, on &etc we've had a series of blog posts on Batman movies of past decades, from the 80's to Christopher Nolan's trilogy.
The latest is Batman & Robin, that great 1997 classic with George Clooney, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Uma Thurman, Alicia Silverstone... Please tell me this is ringing bells.
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nostalgia. Show all posts
11.21.2011
Big Band and Fast Feet
I have recently discovered the merit of the music of the 50s and early 60s. I'm talking Etta James, Frank Sinatra, The Temptations, Dean Martin, Diana Ross and The Supremes.
I can't tell you how great I feel.
I mean, these are classic grooves. I carry my iPod with me everywhere right now because I just can't get enough of it.
What sparked this sudden interest in this music, you ask?
A movie.
Mona Lisa Smile.
You shouldn't be surprised that I would be attracted to a film with Mona Lisa clearly in the title. It's about Wellesley College in Massachusetts, which is a teeny tiny all-girls lib arts college that is apparently very prestigious and selective. At least, it was in the mid-50s when this film takes place.
And that, children, is why I'm listening to swingin' music. It's fun, it's romantic, it's classic. It's big band and fast feet. When I walk to it I feel like I'm in a movie. A good movie, full of love and discovery and youth. You know. The kind of movie that would be cool to live at this time in my life.
I just wanted to suggest that you listen to it. You'd be surprised the effect that good music like that can have on your day. I mean really good. Wholesome, innocent. It's simple. The 50s were a simpler time, I think. Life moved at a slower pace.
Oh, right. Life. My life is just swell. My family is swinging by tomorrow night to come pick me up so that we can go to my grandparents' house in Illinois, out in the corn and the trees. We shall spend the great Eating Holiday, aka the Great American Holiday aka Thanksgiving, among extended family this year. I can't help but feel it will be more stressful than a break should be, what with all of the small child-cousins running around and screaming.
Family. Nothin' like it.
I suppose I'll just leave you with that. If you're American, have a grand Thanksgiving. If you're not, have a grand week. I might post later this week but I seriously doubt it.
Ta-ta!
P.S. My birthday is in less than two weeks.
P.P.S. The blog birthday is coming up, too! We'll have to have a joint birthday party, my blog and I.
P.P.P.S. I'm writing again. Aren't you proud?
P.P.P.P.S. I've been watching way too many chick flicks lately. If you couldn't tell by the general rose-colored aura of this post.
I can't tell you how great I feel.
I mean, these are classic grooves. I carry my iPod with me everywhere right now because I just can't get enough of it.
What sparked this sudden interest in this music, you ask?
A movie.
Mona Lisa Smile.
You shouldn't be surprised that I would be attracted to a film with Mona Lisa clearly in the title. It's about Wellesley College in Massachusetts, which is a teeny tiny all-girls lib arts college that is apparently very prestigious and selective. At least, it was in the mid-50s when this film takes place.
And that, children, is why I'm listening to swingin' music. It's fun, it's romantic, it's classic. It's big band and fast feet. When I walk to it I feel like I'm in a movie. A good movie, full of love and discovery and youth. You know. The kind of movie that would be cool to live at this time in my life.
I just wanted to suggest that you listen to it. You'd be surprised the effect that good music like that can have on your day. I mean really good. Wholesome, innocent. It's simple. The 50s were a simpler time, I think. Life moved at a slower pace.
Oh, right. Life. My life is just swell. My family is swinging by tomorrow night to come pick me up so that we can go to my grandparents' house in Illinois, out in the corn and the trees. We shall spend the great Eating Holiday, aka the Great American Holiday aka Thanksgiving, among extended family this year. I can't help but feel it will be more stressful than a break should be, what with all of the small child-cousins running around and screaming.
Family. Nothin' like it.
I suppose I'll just leave you with that. If you're American, have a grand Thanksgiving. If you're not, have a grand week. I might post later this week but I seriously doubt it.
Ta-ta!
P.S. My birthday is in less than two weeks.
P.P.S. The blog birthday is coming up, too! We'll have to have a joint birthday party, my blog and I.
P.P.P.S. I'm writing again. Aren't you proud?
P.P.P.P.S. I've been watching way too many chick flicks lately. If you couldn't tell by the general rose-colored aura of this post.
1.30.2011
Flashback.
I'm listening to an old Good Charlotte album, one that I loved when I was thirteen (The Young and the Hopeless, if you wanted to know) and remembering all of the songs that I used to listen to obsessively, indulging myself with a plate of nachos. Simple Plan is next on the list.
I've gotta say, I've come a real long way from all the punk and rebellion.
This was the summer before 9th grade. Yes I was a theater geek. Get over it.
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| Far left is me. I still have those socks. |
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| Far left is me again. |
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| lol guess which one is me. |
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| Imagine that, I'm on the far left again. |
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| HOLY CLOSE-UP. |
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| LOLerskates. |
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| the camera loves me. |
Let's play a game. It's called Find The Dain. Now you click on this link and watch this treasure of a video, and I will give you a few hints.
1) The Dain is in the front row, on the right side.
2) The Dain is in view at least 3/4 of the time. Maybe the cameraman had a crush on her or something.
3) The Dain hasn't gained much weight since 8th grade. Look for the super skinny girl.
4) The Dain has orange-yellow flowers and leis.
Still don't believe my awesomeness as an eighth grader? Well check out Hit-the-Deck Flora from Fancypants and the Swan, summer after eighth grade.
1) The Dain has a yellow bandana, red pants, and a blue shirt.
2) In the Yo-Ho dance, The Dain is the last person on the right.
3) In the Can Can, The Dain is Can-Caning next to the parrot.
Yo-Ho
Can Can
I hope you believe me now. It's right there: all the proof you could ever ask for. I was awesome.
I don't know what happened since then, but at least we all know that I've kept the drama queen attitude.
:)
That was me. Who were you in 8th grade? Who are you now? Are you where you want to be?
12.18.2010
The Snow, The Sled, The Big Red
Yeah, you're right. I haven't blogged in a while. I have an excuse: this week was finals week, so of course I was super busy. But now I'm at home, all alone in my room with my heated blanket and my queen sized bed and HECK YES I just found my iPod, the little bugger.
The first semester of college is kaput, and now I'm getting my long-needed break. Life couldn't be better. It's kind of hard to believe that it's only been 1 semester of college. I feel like I've been gone a lifetime already. I've changed so much from all of my experiences.
Speaking of experiences, imagine a quaint, slightly Southern college town. Imagine lots of hills and a very pretty red building, on top of the greatest hill in town. Now imagine a few inches of snow, and a bunch of college kids that have just finished finals for the day.
This is how my last day before heading back home was. I played in the snow like it was nobody's business. Sure, I cleaned my room, did my laundry, packed to leave, but I had a few precious hours to spend with my friends, and so of course we went straight for the snow.
I forgot how much fun sledding is. Sledding down the gargantuan hill in front of Main Hall, soaking my pants and the tips of my hair. Making a snow angel for everyone to see; throwing handfuls of the cold, powdery stuff at other people. I might have been freezing, but I had fun. I didn't worry about what other people would think of me, or wonder if sliding on the icy, slushy roads after taking a running start was really the brightest idea.
I'm so glad that I can be a kid sometimes. That even though I'm an "adult", and "adults" think about "serious matters", I can still take time off from my laundry to roll in the fresh snow outside. I love it that I have friends who I can share that moment of kidhood with.
I'm really glad for the lessons that I've learned while away at school for the first time, and, more importantly, the appreciation I've gained for the things I have at home. I will never underestimate the beauty of a stocked refrigerator and the luxury of a room to myself again. It makes me happy beyond compare to be able to get into a car and drive, instead of hearing the whistle of the biting wind outside and thinking Do I really need to go somewhere right now? I think I'll just stay inside, where it's warm.
But, as much as I love being home, I miss college, too. It's my home, whether I want it to be or not. Sometimes that makes it hard for me, because I can't feel completely peaceful here, in the house that I grew up in. There will always be something missing, just like there's something missing when I'm away. It's impossible for me to be completely content.
So, look sharp, University Hill. Your steep slopes and big red historical landmark on top will always have a place in my heart. You are my home away from home, and as much as I may hate on you, I think I love you just a little bit, too.
The first semester of college is kaput, and now I'm getting my long-needed break. Life couldn't be better. It's kind of hard to believe that it's only been 1 semester of college. I feel like I've been gone a lifetime already. I've changed so much from all of my experiences.
Speaking of experiences, imagine a quaint, slightly Southern college town. Imagine lots of hills and a very pretty red building, on top of the greatest hill in town. Now imagine a few inches of snow, and a bunch of college kids that have just finished finals for the day.
This is how my last day before heading back home was. I played in the snow like it was nobody's business. Sure, I cleaned my room, did my laundry, packed to leave, but I had a few precious hours to spend with my friends, and so of course we went straight for the snow.
I forgot how much fun sledding is. Sledding down the gargantuan hill in front of Main Hall, soaking my pants and the tips of my hair. Making a snow angel for everyone to see; throwing handfuls of the cold, powdery stuff at other people. I might have been freezing, but I had fun. I didn't worry about what other people would think of me, or wonder if sliding on the icy, slushy roads after taking a running start was really the brightest idea.
I'm so glad that I can be a kid sometimes. That even though I'm an "adult", and "adults" think about "serious matters", I can still take time off from my laundry to roll in the fresh snow outside. I love it that I have friends who I can share that moment of kidhood with.
I'm really glad for the lessons that I've learned while away at school for the first time, and, more importantly, the appreciation I've gained for the things I have at home. I will never underestimate the beauty of a stocked refrigerator and the luxury of a room to myself again. It makes me happy beyond compare to be able to get into a car and drive, instead of hearing the whistle of the biting wind outside and thinking Do I really need to go somewhere right now? I think I'll just stay inside, where it's warm.
But, as much as I love being home, I miss college, too. It's my home, whether I want it to be or not. Sometimes that makes it hard for me, because I can't feel completely peaceful here, in the house that I grew up in. There will always be something missing, just like there's something missing when I'm away. It's impossible for me to be completely content.
So, look sharp, University Hill. Your steep slopes and big red historical landmark on top will always have a place in my heart. You are my home away from home, and as much as I may hate on you, I think I love you just a little bit, too.
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