A Rush of Blood to the Head
"God gave you style
and gave you grace,
God put a smile
upon your face."
Those lyrics made me smile tonight. It was a crappy, rainy day followed by an even more rainy night and I was heading towards one of those blue funks that are likely to hit when I'm driving around by myself in the rain at night. And then this song came on in my car. Don't you love it when all it takes is Coldplay lyrics to snap you out of your self-centered melancholy?
My first publication is now official - the check came in the mail today. If you happen to see a copy of Georgia Trend on the magazine stands next month, pick it up and look for an article on diabetes. The oh-so-fabulous kidney illustration that you won't be able to tear your gaze from? Yeah. That's mine. (at this point, imagine me breathing on my fingernails and polishing them smugly on my shirt...Haley, you can picture the gangsta nose-swipe, if you'd prefer).
Oh, Haley, one of my professors (Bill) saw the Valentines card you sent me hanging in my cubicle today. He used the word "bizarre" when commenting on it. I told him the word he was looking for was "AWESOME." I heart Edward Monkton.
Random crap:
-I've discovered that the hospital cafeteria makes a mean veggie burger.
-I saw a child on a leash at the mall today. Harness and everything.
-Over the past year, I have taken nearly 1600 pictures with my digital camera.
-In the shuffle between computers after my brand new Mac G5 crashed last fall, I somehow lost all my digital art files from summer semester (better known as the SUMMER FROM HELL). Discovered that on Monday. Fun.
-"to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." Isaiah 61:3 We studied that verse at kinship on Monday. I like it.
No mas.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Currently Playing: Sufjan Stevens
Illinois
(A Conjunction of Drones Simulating the Way in Which Sufjan Stevens Has and Existential Crisis in the GREAT GODFREY MAZE)
^ That song is 19 seconds long.
I think I've become a little too involved in the tv show "Lost." I watched the new episode tonight and found myself - on more than one occasion, I am ashamed to admit - yelling at the tv screen. Yes, yelling. I can't help it. I want answers. The show thrives on mystery. It's a vicious cycle.
I turned in my graduation application the other day. If you're free May 12th, you should come to the ceremony. Two pluses: 1) I get one of those Master's hood thingies. That's cool, if you're into that whole gaudy graduation regalia scene (and let's face it, who isn't?). 2) There will be 6 people in my graduating class which means the ceremony should be significantly shorter than my graduation from Iowa State (3 1/2 hours, 5,000 graduating students, the most depressing graduation speech on record, and my dad sleeping through a large (albeit boring) part of the ceremony - we have pictures). So. May 12th. Be there.
(A Conjunction of Drones Simulating the Way in Which Sufjan Stevens Has and Existential Crisis in the GREAT GODFREY MAZE)
^ That song is 19 seconds long.
I think I've become a little too involved in the tv show "Lost." I watched the new episode tonight and found myself - on more than one occasion, I am ashamed to admit - yelling at the tv screen. Yes, yelling. I can't help it. I want answers. The show thrives on mystery. It's a vicious cycle.
I turned in my graduation application the other day. If you're free May 12th, you should come to the ceremony. Two pluses: 1) I get one of those Master's hood thingies. That's cool, if you're into that whole gaudy graduation regalia scene (and let's face it, who isn't?). 2) There will be 6 people in my graduating class which means the ceremony should be significantly shorter than my graduation from Iowa State (3 1/2 hours, 5,000 graduating students, the most depressing graduation speech on record, and my dad sleeping through a large (albeit boring) part of the ceremony - we have pictures). So. May 12th. Be there.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Currently Watching: U2 - Vertigo 2005 - Live From Chicago
So I've had lots of things on my mind lately. And maybe Someone is trying to get me to stop focusing on all this other stuff and focus on more important things...like my own two feet. I sprained my other ankle on Friday night. Safe in my own home I sprained my only remaining fully-functioning ankle. To spare the shreds of my remaining dignity, I will not go into the details of the event. Suffice it to say I spent most of Saturday morning with a bag of frozen corn wrapped around my left ankle. The bag of corn has been replaced with a ghetto ankle brace, while my right ankle is slowly returning to a semi-normal size.
I helped babysit at church on Saturday night - it turned out to be lots of fun. I think God took pity on me and my gimpy ankles and blessed me with only smiley and/or sleepy babies to watch. Afterwards, we cleaned up the church, ate some pizza, and went to a movie. Dippin' Dots were also involved. Good times.
I helped babysit at church on Saturday night - it turned out to be lots of fun. I think God took pity on me and my gimpy ankles and blessed me with only smiley and/or sleepy babies to watch. Afterwards, we cleaned up the church, ate some pizza, and went to a movie. Dippin' Dots were also involved. Good times.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Currently Playing: Imogen Heap
Speak for Yourself
I'm so flippin graceful. On my walk into the studio this morning, I managed to step off a curb wrong and sprain my ankle. For like the 9,578th time. And it wasn't just the usual "step and twist." Nooooo. It was the whole "step off the curb and fall on my face with the entire contents of my purse spilling out before me" bit. And now my ankle looks like it swallowed a tennis ball.
Two good things:
1) I am going to a Ben Harper concert in Athens on March 8th.
2) An illustration of mine is going to be published in a magazine article about diabetes next month. My first publication!
I'm so flippin graceful. On my walk into the studio this morning, I managed to step off a curb wrong and sprain my ankle. For like the 9,578th time. And it wasn't just the usual "step and twist." Nooooo. It was the whole "step off the curb and fall on my face with the entire contents of my purse spilling out before me" bit. And now my ankle looks like it swallowed a tennis ball.
Two good things:
1) I am going to a Ben Harper concert in Athens on March 8th.
2) An illustration of mine is going to be published in a magazine article about diabetes next month. My first publication!
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Currently Reading: Memoirs of a Geisha
by Arthur Golden
So I just finished writing the first draft of the narration for my Master's project (which is titled "Dynamic Visualization of the Respiratory Alveoli and the Blood-air Barrier" in case you were wondering). And that's what I have done. That's it. Out of a several-minute long multimedia presentation that I will have to present to my advisory committee before March 31st. This whole "self-guided study" thing doesn't mesh well with my procrastinating ways. I need deadlines. I crave deadlines.
It's raining right now. I love rainy nights (and rainy days, in moderation). There's something about the rain that makes me want to curl up on my couch with a book and drink hot peppermint tea. Although, for some reason, I never want to read new books when it's rainy. I want books I've read before - old, comfortable, friendly books. On snowy days I will always be compelled to read Anne of Green Gables. Always. Maybe because I remember my Mom sitting on the heating vents in our living room on snowy nights reading (re-reading) that book when I was little. And maybe because it will forever remind me of Aunnee. Either way, it always brings those warm, cozy memories and the inevitable daydreams of finding my very own Gilbert Blythe.
But it's not snowing, so I'm not reading Anne of Green Gables right now. I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha and an article titled "The Mechanism of Lung Volume Change during Mechanical Ventilation." Awesome.
So I just finished writing the first draft of the narration for my Master's project (which is titled "Dynamic Visualization of the Respiratory Alveoli and the Blood-air Barrier" in case you were wondering). And that's what I have done. That's it. Out of a several-minute long multimedia presentation that I will have to present to my advisory committee before March 31st. This whole "self-guided study" thing doesn't mesh well with my procrastinating ways. I need deadlines. I crave deadlines.
It's raining right now. I love rainy nights (and rainy days, in moderation). There's something about the rain that makes me want to curl up on my couch with a book and drink hot peppermint tea. Although, for some reason, I never want to read new books when it's rainy. I want books I've read before - old, comfortable, friendly books. On snowy days I will always be compelled to read Anne of Green Gables. Always. Maybe because I remember my Mom sitting on the heating vents in our living room on snowy nights reading (re-reading) that book when I was little. And maybe because it will forever remind me of Aunnee. Either way, it always brings those warm, cozy memories and the inevitable daydreams of finding my very own Gilbert Blythe.
But it's not snowing, so I'm not reading Anne of Green Gables right now. I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha and an article titled "The Mechanism of Lung Volume Change during Mechanical Ventilation." Awesome.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Currently Reading: Eyewitness Top 10 Travel Guide to London
by Roger Williams
My eyes are on fire! I'm making dinner for a bunch of people tomorrow and decided to be all efficient and chop the things that need chopping ahead of time. Apparently this one particular onion was not appreciative of my slicing & dicing and retaliated by shooting massive amounts of onion spray into my eyes. I wept openly whilst chopping said onion. This chili had better be worth my tears. (This post is causing me to draw eerie similarities between my tale and that of poor Scott Tennerman. Heath knows what I'm talking about.)
That's it.
My eyes are on fire! I'm making dinner for a bunch of people tomorrow and decided to be all efficient and chop the things that need chopping ahead of time. Apparently this one particular onion was not appreciative of my slicing & dicing and retaliated by shooting massive amounts of onion spray into my eyes. I wept openly whilst chopping said onion. This chili had better be worth my tears. (This post is causing me to draw eerie similarities between my tale and that of poor Scott Tennerman. Heath knows what I'm talking about.)
That's it.
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