Sunday, March 31, 2013

Addiction

Like most teens in this awesome virtual/technological age, I easily get addicted to video games. In fact I try to limit myself to one Facebook game and one iPhone game so that I don't waste too much time trying to beat high scores. I've done this well for the most part, until a certain someone *cough* Jillian *cough* decided to download a game onto my phone for her entertainment.

I started a mad Temple Run 2 craze last week. Since then not only have I not been able to stop, I also downloaded Ruzzle and Words with Friends to challenge my friends at different games.

What I find most addicting is when games offer awards for completing challenges. Whether it be beating a new high score, or playing so many times you deserve a virtual ribbon, this sense of achievement gets to me and feeds off of my thirst for success.

Anyways, that's just my bit on why video games are addicting to me. Why do you believe they are addicting?

Happy Easter! ~


 As someone who isn't particularly religious, Easter has quite a superficial meaning for me. I eat the chocolate bunnies and go on the egg hunts, but I don't know much about Jesus' death on the cross nor his rising from the dead. Particularly ignorant about religion in general, I turn to my friends to explain to me the different beliefs. I know that the Jewish holiday, Passover, happened pretty recently only because the school cafeteria served matzo balls almost every day this week.

As I grow older (and hopefully wiser) I find that I am more interested in things that don't particularly involve me directly. Just because I am not affected doesn't mean I shouldn't try understanding what other people think, feel and believe.

That's all for now. Much thanks to Mrs. Davis for sending me this Chocolate Bunny for Easter :)

A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Syracuse Stage

Last Thursday night, I had the privilege to see a production of the classic A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Syracuse Stage. Although I went primarily to complete a review assignment for my Interpretation of Drama class, I was stunned by this performance. This post isn't my official review, rather these are the details I have noticed and want to write down so that I remember all these bits when I write my review... field notes per say.

The overload of the sensory aspects of the play from aesthetic uses of color and lighting and the incorporation of tone and sounds really made this play interesting to experience.
I was very glad to have the opportunity to watch a play in production rather than simply reading the script. Unlike more recent playwrights like Tennessee Williams, older plays typically don't have much stage direction and description within the script to visualize a play. This made reading A Midsummer Night's Dream much different from seeing it. When the script is dialogue on paper, it is more difficult to grasp the emotion and humor of a script.

This particular production seemed, as put in Jillian's words, "like Candyland had an orgy." The production almost seemed surreal with its lack of a particular time period for this rendition (after all, this play is timeless). The dress and setting with the four lovers reminded me much of Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland with the 1800's style. Yet the players wore overalls and carried a boombox playing rock and roll music! Not to mention the fairy "woodland" scenes that reminded me of a 1980's disco with giant pom poms made of tutu material. What added to the surreal effect included the use of lighting (spotlights, dimmed lights, patterned effects during intense scenes) and the mirror background that seemed to complete the environment.

The acting was spectacular, although a bit melodramatic---after all, this kind of play was meant to be overacted. I particularly noticed the performances by the actors who played Puck and Lysander. They were absolutely hilarious and entertained the audience throughout the entire production. Something that I noticed was the background sound effects made by the actors during the production. The small sounds-- the hissing and the whimpers and the whispers-- added an extra dynamic to the senses. The play was almost turned into a musical with several musical numbers filled with song and dance. The actress who played Titania in particular sang and danced with such a sultry grace which was beautiful. The actors were limitless; many entered the scene from among the audience, running down the aisles to make their way onto the stage.

Anyways, kudos to the producer and art director of this play to conceptualize how this particular rendition of A Midsummer Night's Dream, a play redone countless times, can be a playground for creativity and innovation that sticks to the audience more than any other movie or adaptation could possibly provide.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Today is not Wednesday...

but I suppose Art Wednesday can happen at any time really. I had a picture I wanted to use yesterday, so I saved an art update for Thursday!

I started to paint the canvas yesterday.

While the teacher was walking around he commented that I tend to cover the whole page before going into the nitty gritty details. Not that there's any right or wrong answer to art, but I do think it is easier to see the big picture when you focus on the whole. What if you paint a square inch to perfection, but then it needs to be adjusted later due to the parts surrounding it being off?

And also, I have no idea what colors I want to use for the objects in my painting until I actually do it! It's just whatever feels right at the time. My color preferences are not preplanned, rather I make it up as I go along. I want to emphasize the objects I want to stand out and blend similar colors together for details that don't matter as much. In order to do so, I need at least slap color on the canvas to begin the mix and match process.

Anyways, I'd love to hear how other people go about making their artwork. Does it take planning? Do you just do what feels right?

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

"The secret to getting ahead is getting started." - Mark Twain

I found this quote stuck on the restroom door today. Someone had gone into the restrooms and stuck sticky notes with motivational quotes scribbled on it onto the mirrors, hand-dryers, and doors. Although I'm quite upset that my silly iPhone picture turned out blurry, I am very happy to share this with you.

I've been trying to motivate myself for quite some time. I've tried listening to upbeat music, going out more, and even socializing to more people. But then there's a point where I realize I've done nothing but sit around waiting for a sign or something crazy and impossible to happen. Anyways, I suppose it's time to pick myself up and get moving again.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Grammar Slammer Doodles


Every week we have to turn in a slip of paper with our name and clicker number written on it as proof of our attendance. I decided to liven up this weekly check-in with a bit of color and doodling.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Marmoreal skin and the streetcar

marmoreal \mahr-MAWR-ee-uhl, -MOHR-\, adjective:
of or like marble: skin of marmoreal smoothness.

Today I had the absolute pleasure of reading the play A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams.  I had to read it for a drama class I'm taking, and let me tell you: sexual innuendos GALORE.  No joke guys, if you want a good, sexy read, you will find it in this play, and you can play "Where's the Sexual Tension?" as if it were "Where's Waldo?"
The main character of the play is called Blanche DuBois, a beautiful woman who's something of a wilting flower with marmoreal skin and a high-and-mighty attitude.  The plot is set in New Orleans in the 1940's, after WWII; and Blanche, a high school English teacher, must take time off from her work for unknown reasons, and stay with her younger sister Stella and her brutish husband Stanley Kowalski.

Basically what happens from there is Stanley goes out of his way to annoy Blanche, who is in a fragile state 24/7.  Through a series of inquiries from Stan to the men in town who know where Blanche came from, we discover (spoiler alert) that Blanche was practically run out of town because of an affair she had with an underage student.  In the end she gets put into a mental institution.  But those are just main plot points, there's more to the story, soooo much more!  It's sexy!

If you aren't really one for reading plays though, it's a famous movie with Vivien Leigh and a very young, very HOT Marlon Brando.  Here's the trailer and a picture.  You're welcome.





Some Inspirational Quotes




Easter Egg Hunt

Today was the first time I participated in an egg hunt in a very long time. For the last few years, I volunteered at the local community center during the annual Easter Egg hunts. I'd get to hide all the eggs and wait for the countdown before little kids swarmed into the park like the plague. Anyways, my school's NSCS chapter held an Egg Hunt for the general body members for "bonding" time. I found some eggs. It's nice to be the kid again.


Orange Day

Orange Day was yesterday so the university bookstore offered a discount if we took a picture with this mask things... This is my not amused face.


Sunday, March 24, 2013

Davening


daven
\ DAH-vuhn \  , verb;
1. to pray.
 
This template has been sitting empty for the past few minutes, mostly because I do not know a proper, crowd-pleasing way to bring up "pray" in a sentence.  We all know what it means, and it is different to all of us.  It may not even be important to all of us.  
 
I suppose that this is dictionary.com's challenge for me.
 
Well I shan't be challenged!  There are many ways that people daven, and even more things to daven for.  
 
There is davening for world peace, for no hunger, for all kinds of happiness, for safety, for anything in the world.  
 
Dere are different davens don't deny. 

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Preterition and basketball

preterition \pret-uh-RISH-uhn\, noun:
1. the act of passing by or over; omission; disregard.
2. Law. the passing over by a testator of an heir otherwise entitled to a portion.
3. Calvinistic Theology. the passing over by God of those not elected to salvation or eternal life.
4. Rhetoric. paralipsis.

In the midst of NCAA season, there are many teams who face the tragedy of a preterition.  I know that this particular definition refers to being passed over (or overlooked) in someone's will or other legal document, but let's face it, college teams getting passed up can be pretty sad too.

Luckily, that hasn't happened to Syracuse yet, we just beat UC Berkeley, and we're going to DC baby!  Whoo!  I'm hoping though, that we stay in the game as loooooooong as possible.  The last time we won the NCAA Championship was about ten years ago with Carmello Anthony, and maybe, just maybe, we can push it a little farther this year.  

Or all the way!

Friday, March 22, 2013

Serpentine Street

serpentine \SUR-puhn-teen, -tahyn\, adjective:
1. having a winding course, as a road; sinuous.
2. of, characteristic of, or resembling a serpent, as in form or movement.
3. shrewd, wily, or cunning.
noun:
1. a device on a harquebus lock for holding the match.
2. a cannon having any of various bore sizes, used from the 15th to the 17th century.
3. Skating. a school figure made by skating two figure eights that share one loop.

You know something that's really serpentine?  Lombard Street in San Francisco!

 

Graffiti on the Lockers


I'm not the only one who is amused by this method of conversation, right?

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Insouciance and basketball

insouciance \in-SOO-see-uhns; Fr. an-soo-SYAHNS\, noun:
the quality of being insouciant; lack of care or concern; indifference.

The feeling of insouciance came over me tonight as I was participating in a yearly phenomenon that I did not know existed until last year: March Madness.  

I mean, of course I've never cared before, I've never lived in an environment where people cared about basketball so much.  This year is the first time I've ever made a bracket, or stayed up until 12:47 at night for a game to end.  But it was really awesome!  Insouciance is rather the antonym for my excitement though, the true feeling of indifference came from the team that Syracuse played tonight, which was Montana.

What a joke.

I wouldn't have said anything like that last year, as I had no idea which teams were good and which teams were bad, but this year I know, and I now know that Syracuse is ten times better than Montana because we beat them by almost fifty points.  Talk about insouciance.

Stranger in Philosophy Class

This post has nothing to do with my Philosophy lecture; rather the students in the class make it all the more interesting.

I couldn't help but be mesmerized by this guy's hair today. He has a heartbeat shaved into his head! This dude wins the Best Hair Award... if only such an award existed.

It's so primaveral today

primaveral \prahy-muh-VEER-uhl\, adjective:
of, in, or pertaining to the early springtime: primaveral longings to sail around the world.

Today is the first day of spring.  Have a happy, primaveral day everyone.  :)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Details Details Details

I began working on a new piece today! I haven't decided what to title it yet... but no matter.

The concept is basically a child reading from a book in a library, and the contents of the book come to life before his eyes.

I believe this is the most complicated piece I have ever attempted in my lifetime. The canvas is 18" x 20" (?), so it is pretty hefty mass-wise. I hope to add much detail into the piece too as it will give me a chance to experiment with oil paint more.

Anyways, those are my goals and the reasons behind this piece. Wish me luck!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Hypothecate people!

hypothecate \hahy-POTH-i-keyt, hi-\, verb:
1. to pledge to a creditor as security without delivering over; mortgage.
2. to put in pledge by delivery, as stocks given as security for a loan.

I've always been good at adhering to deadlines, and while I don't have a mortgage, college has been no exception.  

I always hypothecate my work, and always have, the second I entered school.  I don't think I've ever turned in a late assignment and it's a secret pledge that I make to all teachers-- my work will be in on time, all the time!  I know it sounds pathetic, but it's a message to my furure mortgager.  My bills will come in on time.  Unless I'm poor.  Or don't have a house.

My personal qualm

Sorry I'm a day late on this one people, but you know how it is with school and sleep and breathing.  We all get busy.

qualm \kwahm, kwawm\, noun:
1. an uneasy feeling or pang of conscience as to conduct; compunction: He has no qualms about lying.
2. a sudden feeling of apprehensive uneasiness; misgiving: a sudden qualm about the success of the venture.
3. a sudden sensation or onset of faintness or illness, especially of nausea.

You want to hear about qualms?  I'll tell you about qualms, specifically my qualms.  I have a qualm about my future.

That's right, but luckily it's a qualm in the best possible way.  You see, I'm not one of those people who have no options in life and can barely get by.  I am blessed enough to be pursuing my college education, and because of that, so many doors have opened for me.  The qualm that I have with this, is which door to choose.

One thing you should know about me is that I'm a joiner.  I join clubs, social groups, and volunteer projects.  So far, in my freshman year of college, I have joined one organization, and I'll likely not be able to stick with it forever, because of a major first world problem that's been on my mind.  Now that I'm in college, at a major university, I have the opportunity to study abroad.  Where?  I can double major.  In what?  I can have a minor-- don't even get me started.  

I just feel like all of these options make life after and even during college extremely overwhelming.  You can't help but feel like there is only one right path for you, and it's so easy to make the wrong decision.  What if you screw up?  What if you choose a path that was not right for you in the end?
Answer: there is always a right path for us as individuals, and any path we take has the potential to be the right path.  I just need to work on that.  Starting first thing tomorrow.

Girl Scout Cookies

Every spring, little girls flock to their friends, their teachers, their parents coworkers, and anyone else they know to sell the most delicious cookies ever invented.

I never expected to get my hands on a box of Girl Scout cookies after finishing high school. I don't even think people at the college age even have a Girl Scouts troop to participate in. But with a few connections, I obtained a box of my favorite: Samoas!

I got connections ;)

Monday, March 18, 2013

Simple Sights


I spied a man today walking across the rails. He seemed so concentrated, taking each step with perfect   balance.

From the Dead of Winter to Early Spring




I love the snow of winter and the green of spring, but there's this awkward in between when the world just seems dead without the white blanket covering the earth. Right now, everything just seems... brown.

Sunday, March 17, 2013

Geek and Sundry


sundry
\ SUHN-dree \  , adjective;
1. various or diverse: sundry persons.
 
I've never really heard this term before, with one exception.  There is a certain YouTuber (who I plan on seeing this summer at VidCon) named Felicia Day who has a channel called Geek and Sundry.  I absolutely love the name, and so I thought I'd share it with you:
 
 
Hope you all enjoy it! 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Auntie Anne's

I had my first Auntie Anne's pretzel today, though I'm not particularly sure why I have not tried Auntie Anne's before. After all, this chain seems prominent in almost every shopping mall across the country.

I ate a Cinnamon Sugar Pretzel! It was pretty tasty even though the cinnamon bits fell off the pretzel and made a mess on the table. However, I wasn't particularly blown away by it. I guess soft pretzels are just soft pretzels like all other junk food. The only experience I could compare these pretzels to are the soft pretzels my junior high school used to sell during snacks. I'd always get the cinnamon pretzels or the cream cheese stuffed pretzels there. However, I do commend Auntie Anne's for producing some of the softest pretzels I've ever eaten! No burnt edges, all soft. Delicious!

My Favorite Airport

Is it strange to have a favorite airport? I would've thought myself funny for having such a "favorite ___" until I first stepped foot into the O'Hare International Airport in Chicago. This place is like paradise... (for an airport I mean. Travel will always be stressful no matter what).


Because there is no direct flight from Syracuse to Los Angeles, my options for layovers are either in Chicago or New York City. I always choose to go to the airport in Chicago because there is just so much to see inside the terminals! The food court is jazz themed and there are often hot dog stands and popcorn stands at the sides... It's like walking downtown on a street with what seems to be gourmet food!

Anyways, that's my favorite airport. What's yours?




My prolepsis


prolepsis
\ proh-LEP-sis \  , noun;
1. Rhetoric.  the anticipation of possible objections in order to answer them in advance.
2. the assigning of a person, event, etc., to a period earlier than the actual one; the representation of something in the future as if it already existed or had occurred; prochronism.
3. the use of a descriptive word in anticipation of its becoming applicable.
4. a fundamental conception or assumption in Epicureanism or Stoicism arising spontaneously in the mind without conscious reflection; thought provoked by sense perception.
5. Pathology.  the return of an attack of a periodic disease or of a paroxysm before the expected time or at progressively shorter intervals.
 
 Dictionary.com's challenge for me today makes me think a lot about speech and debate, of which I knew several people in high school belonging to the S&D club.  
 
Picture two people in an argument, they're really going at it, and there can only be one winner, and one loser.
 
Prolepsis, I believe, is knowing the fault in your own argument.  If you can predict what kind of objection someone is going to have to your argument, there is clearly some kind of flaw in it.  For example, if I wanted to argue that the dining hall should serve chocolate cake every night for dinner, I should anticipate the prolepsis, that perhaps not everyone likes chocolate cake, or that it makes you fat, or that it's not healthy.

My arguments cease to amaze many a courtroom.
 

All furled up

furl \furl\, verb:
1. to gather into a compact roll and bind securely, as a sail against a spar or a flag against its staff.
2. to become furled.
noun:
1. the act of furling.
2. something furled, as a roll.

When it comes to this word, I can't help but think of sushi.  

I mean, to have rice and seaweed and other eclectic ingredients all wrapped up and furled together?  Here's what I'm talking about:






 

Friday, March 15, 2013

Not a madcap kind of girl

madcap \MAD-kap\, adjective:
1. wildly or heedlessly impulsive; reckless; rash: a madcap scheme.
noun:
1. a madcap person.

Let me begin by saying that this post, with this word, could be about a million different perfect examples, but I'm going to revolve it around a fantastic event that happened to me tonight.

I am not a madcap person.  I am careful, calculating, and kind of shy, but definitely not madcap.  Tonight, SULA had an event that hosted Rob Reiner talking all about comedy and his work with mediator Jeff Garlin, and it was absolutely fantastic!  I went with my dad, we had some great laughs throughout, and all I could think about at the end was how much I love the movie When Harry Met Sally and The American President (by the way if you have not heard of Rob Reiner, go google him this instant and watch his movies, pretend like there wasn't a time in your life that you didn't know about RR).

After the show, almost everyone in the theater got up and rushed to the back.  Because of this, I assumed that RR was whisked away somewhere, not to hang outside with the common folk.  But I was wrong.  After we had gotten our fill of Coke and little apple pies, my dad and I took a peek inside the theater to see a sizable crowd forming around RR.  This is where a madcap personality would come in handy.  To barge in and demand the attention of the man who wrote, "I'll have what she's having" takes real balls.

After some encouragement from my dad, I went up with that crowd, and talked to RR, and got a picture with him.  It was awesome!  Not expressed being madcap, but I'll have that picture on Facebook for forever.  :) 

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Sam


This is Sam. She's my sister... but it seems she's growing up faster than ever since I've left home. It seems all her tastes have changed-- hobbies, wants and all. It's quite interesting to witness a person grow seemingly before your eyes. Instead of being the one others say, "oh my you've grown," to, I'm the one stunned as time goes by. Does this mean I'm getting old?!

It's a small world.


I took this picture last November-- my first experience of all four seasons on the East Coast! Today I went through my files just to find and show my mother this picture.

What compelled this, you ask? My mother was talking to her CPA (certified public accountant) when the subject of families/children came up as most small talk turns towards. Turns out the accountant earned her undergrad accounting degree from Syracuse!!! And after that, BOOM instant bonding time! They compared experiences (my mother speaking on my behalf as I wasn't there to witness this event) from outdoor activities to studies and reputation, etc.

One thing the CPA specific mentioned was how beautiful the city was in the fall with the autumn leaves. My mother asked me about this later when she came home, so I just had to expose her to this picture I took when I stood in awe at the colorful autumn leaves.

Truant child

truant \TROO-uhnt\, noun:
1. a person who shirks or neglects his or her duty.
2. a student who stays away from school without permission.
adjective:
1. absent from school without permission.
2. neglectful of duty or responsibility; idle.
3. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a truant.
verb:
1. to be truant.

I really really really wish I had a good story about being a bad kid in school, and how I was truant all the time.  But I wasn't, I was a goddy-goody who saw tardiness and being truant as the end of the world.

The truth is I was never a truant in school.  I went out of my way to be on-time and in class every single day of the year.  In fact, I had perfect attendance during my 7th and 8th grade years.  There was even a day in the sixth grade when my mom was late in taking me to school, and she said to me, "Do you want to just miss your first period and go get Starbucks?"

Now, any normal kid would love to do that!  Even today, I would love to do that!  But I was a weird, non-truant child and said, "No!  That's insane I need to go to class!"

And so I did, even though I was late.  I wasn't truant though.  :)

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Spring break isn't really a break.


I've discovered that spring break is actually a chance to plan for summer. From scouring the Internet for internship opportunities to brooding over the fact that I probably won't be hired for anything of any significance, it's actually quite interesting to see all the opportunities (or lack thereof) put in front of you. So many companies; so many possibilities.

At the moment I feel pretty optimistic about the whole process. I figure my enthusiasm for what I want to do in the future will get me by despite my lack of work experience in the field.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Bevel: a math story

bevel \BEV-uhl\, adverb:
1. irresolutely.
noun:
1. the inclination that one line or surface makes with another when not at right angles.
2. a surface that does not form a right angle with adjacent surfaces.
3. (of a lock bolt) the oblique end that hits the strike plate.
4. (of a lock with a beveled bolt) the side facing in the same direction as the bevel at the end of the bolt.
5. bevel square.
6. an adjustable instrument for drawing angles or adjusting the surface of work to a particular inclination.
7. Printing. beard (def. 5).
verb:
1. to cut or slant at a bevel: to bevel an edge to prevent splintering.
adjective:
1. Also, beveled; especially British, bevelled. oblique; sloping; slanted.

This word is quite interesting for two reasons: 

1) Just LOOK at the number of definitions it has.
2) MORE MATH TERMS.

I think that the math people of this world need to let dictionary.com have its literature back, but that's just my personal opinion.  I suppose math has its words and definitions too.  However, since I pledged to define these words on an individual basis every day, here is how I would use this word in a sentence (from definition number 2): "Oh my, that acute triangle is a real bevel!  Math sucks I think it shouldn't be a learning requirement!"

But that's just me.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Sheldon and Ricardo Shilly-shally

shilly-shally \SHIL-ee-shal-ee\, verb:
1. to show indecision or hesitation; be irresolute; vacillate.
2. to waste time; dawdle.
noun:
1. irresolution; indecision; vacillation: It was sheer shilly-shally on his part.
adjective:
1. irresolute; undecided; vacillating.

I could come up with a witty definition for this.  But I think we can all agree that Sheldon Cooper does a much better job.

 

Women's Week


It was International Women's Day last Friday. For this week on TheProjectChronicles, I decided to give my input in the never-ending debate of whether or not Disney Princesses make good role models for young girls.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

All You Can Eat Sushi






Today I went to my first All-You-Can-Eat Sushi place. Gosh it was good! The pieces were cut small enough so that they were actually bite sized pieces. The fish was fresh and tasty. The experience would've been perfect were it not for the mediocre/bad service. Everything was just so disorganized... we had to ask the lady twice before she remembered to bring us the check...

Quite the haberdashery


haberdashery \HAB-er-dash-uh-ree\, noun:
1. a retail shop dealing in men's furnishings, as shirts, ties, gloves, socks, and hats.
2. the goods sold there.

Today's WoD will be used in the context of last night's episode of Saturday Night Live.  For those of you unaware, SNL had Justin Timberlake host for the fifth time, and while I didn't watch the whole thing, there was one particular skit that was so ridiculously clever,  I just had to share it.

In JT's opening monologue, he talks about the fact that he is now in the "Fivers Club", and has joined a short list of SNL legends who have also hosted the show five times.  In this Fivers Club, the members are offered debonaire smoking jackets, and they sit and laugh about how funny and successful and legendary they all are in TV world.  It's hilarious.

I felt the need to share this video with my mother, and when I did and the smoking jacket scene came up, I couldn't help but say, "That's quite a dapper haberdashery".  She didn't pay much mind to my fancy word, but it's true.  For those of you who haven't seen the opening monologue, here it is, along with a picture for good measure.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Linchpin in RC

linchpin \LINCH-pin\, noun:
1. something that holds the various elements of a complicated structure together: The monarchy was the linchpin of the nation's traditions and society.
2. a pin inserted through the end of an axletree to keep the wheel on.

At the present moment, I am home.  I mean home home, like in California with my family because it's spring break and I'm too lame to go on a vacation.  But it's gotten me thinking, my family is the linchpin for me and the town I live in.

Honestly, it's great being home and seeing everyone that I know and love.  But on the other hand, I feel like since I've been away for so long, that every time I visit home, it's like visiting high school land, the place where I once lived, but really have no business calling "home" because I live in Syracuse for most of the year.  My family is my linchpin in RC.

Just to let you all know (because you're all secretly desperate to hear it) I have no exciting plans for this week other than to see a play with my grandma, Rob Reiner speak about comedy in LA, and then visit the BFF at USC. 

Oh yeah, and apply for a job.  Another linchpin in my hometown.

Irvine Spectrum

Ferris Wheel at Irvine Spectrum

Cali Culture


Obligatory In-N-Out post.

The Flight Home


So I know I've missed a few days, but I did take pictures along the way to make up for it!

What's nice about going home for spring break is the free shuttles to the airport during the day. I took this picture in front of the student union the day I came home. Although things went smoothly at first, my first flight was delayed for 2 HOURS! They had to change the breaks of the airplane.

However, the 2 hour delay for the first flight took up all my layover time before my second one. I had to sprint from Terminal E to Terminal B! Thankfully, I made it on time so I was able to get home 10:30 PST :D

Friday, March 8, 2013

Scuppering films

scupper
\ SKUHP-er \  , verb;
1. Informal.  to prevent from happening or succeeding; ruin; wreck.
2. Military.  to overwhelm; surprise and destroy, disable, or massacre.
 
Whenever I see this word, I can't help but think of those people who break up weddings when the priest says, "Is there anyone here who has any objections as to why these two should not wed?  Speak now or forever hold their peace."
 
Those people who actually object and speak up about it?  That's scuppering right there.
 
Just think of scupper like scrappy, those people or things that will do anything at any cost to prevent something from happening.  Wedding is my best example, but there are plenty of movies out there about situations that get wrecked for a good cause.  If you want to learn Hollywood examples for scuppering, check out some of these great films:
 
-Made of Honor
-Serendipity
 
That is all I can think of for now.  Happy spring everybody! 

Thursday, March 7, 2013

The Tertiary's Wife

tertiary \TUR-shee-er-ee, TUR-shuh-ree\, adjective:
1. of the third order, rank, stage, formation, etc.; third.
2. Chemistry. A. noting or containing a carbon atom united to three other carbon atoms. B. formed by replacement of three atoms or groups.
3. (initial capital letter) Geology. noting or pertaining to the period forming the earlier part of the Cenozoic Era, occurring from 65 million to 2 million years ago, characterized by the development and proliferation of mammals.
4. Ornithology. tertial.
5. Ecclesiastical. noting or pertaining to a branch, or third order, of certain religious orders that consists of lay members living in community (regular tertiaries) or living in the world (secular tertiaries).
noun:
1. (initial capital letter) Geology. the Tertiary Period or System.
2. Ornithology. a tertial feather.
3. (often initial capital letter) Ecclesiastical. a member of a tertiary branch of a religious order.
4. tertiary color.

The fourth definition in particular reminds me of this movie called The Decoy Bride.  If you ever find yourself bored on Netflix, and have the urge to watch something that is utterly terrible, and has a weak plot with bad character development but has David Tennant in it, watch this movie.  

In it, we follow the life of a young woman who lives on the outer, isolated islands of Ireland, where a famous movie star/author couple decide to marry.  This is where the plot/decoy bride gets interesting.  We then go through a series of events in which (spoiler alert) the groom (David Tennant) falls for our lonely young decoy bride.  This film reminds me of the WoD though, because David Tennant's character writes a book called, "The Ornithologist's Wife", which is notorious on the island for being wretchedly bad.  

"The Tertiary's Wife".  I don't see it.  Don't see the movie either, it will only be disappointing unless your expectations are low.


Rialto is real

rialto \ree-AL-toh\, noun:
an exchange or mart.

First of all, I'd just like to point out that this word is actually a city in California, not too far from where I live.  It's where BFF lives.

But enough about that, the way I would use it in a sentence is as follows:

"Hey bro, I want to get a good deal on some melons for this weekend's BBQ, know where I can get some good ones?"
-"Yeah man, just head down to the rialto tomorrow, you can exchange them for some bitchin' peaches or something."

The End.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

INDITED.

I've had to indite quite a few things lately, but that can mostly be attributed to my two ETS classes.


indite
\ in-DAHYT \  , verb;
1. to compose or write, as a poem.
2. to treat in a literary composition.
3. Obsolete.  to dictate.
4. Obsolete.  to prescribe.
 
ETS stands for English and Textual Studies here at SU.  As previously mentioned, I'm taking two of them: Introduction to Drama and American Literature to 1865.  I love both of them, and true to the WoD, I basically indite everything I read/write/breathe.  
 
 Recently, in my drama class, we had the task of reading A Midsummer Night's Dream, but not just for reading, oh no.  We had the task of creating what is known as a French Scene chart.  It's basically a chart that documents the stage presents of every single character throughout the entire freaking play at all times.  
 
INDITED.
 
We've been reading a lot of books/stories in my American lit. class lately, but not just for reading and discussion, I recently had to write a four page analysis for that ish.
 
INDITED.
 
Today in drama we received two assignment sheets on a future analysis that is due, tomorrow we need to turn in an "action sequence" on every forward action in the play, and in a few weeks, I have to go see AMND with Ashley so we can write a review of it for class.
 
INDITED.
 
Literary usages are all around you!  Keep your eyes peeled they're everywhere, and if you're into reading and writing like I am, TRY THEM! 

Comfortable

So... there's no real backstory to this photobooth picture. We actually took this at the Syracuse vs. Georgetown game a couple weeks ago, but the scanner on my printer wasn't working properly until just now when I was finally able to save a digital copy on my computer.

Something that I find quite extraordinary is how comfortable Jillian and I have become. We went from strangers to best friends in a matter of a few months, and now we're at the point where we barge into each other's rooms without knocking and trust each other with keys and using each other's appliances and whatnot.

Last weekend, it was finally confirmed that we will be roommates next year! We have an awesome corner double which is actually the room next door to the one I live in now. Ecstatic doesn't begin to describe the way we've already started to plan our room from the posters to the furniture arrangements to the entertainment we plan to have in our room!

Here's to finishing freshman year strong... and having an awesome sophomore year!

Monday, March 4, 2013

My bibelot Aziz

bibelot \BIB-loh; Fr. beebuh-LOH\, noun:
a small object of curiosity, beauty, or rarity.

I found the perfect bibelot on Saturday.  He goes by the name of Aziz Ansari.

When I was wasting away in my sickbed on Saturday (because Ashley was doing amazing things at a Westin hotel in Boston), I couldn't help but browse Netflix.  It was on Netflix, that I decided to watch "Dangerously Delicious", a taping of Aziz's comedy tour.

I almost died laughing.

He is so hilarious!  Unfortunately I can't post a link to Netflix, but I absolutely recommend that you watch his stuff, he's on TV and other movies too, just google him.

Aziz Ansari.  With a weird cousin named Harris.  Who loves R. Kelly.  Who got to hang out with Kanye West and disappointed Jay-Z on New Year's.  Who is Indian and grew up in South Carolina.  Who hates racism but loves biscuits.  Here are some photos of my little bibelot:











A panoptic analysis

panoptic \pan-OP-tik\, adjective:
1. permitting the viewing of all parts or elements: a panoptic stain used in microscopy; a panoptic aerial photograph of an enemy missile base.
2. considering all parts or elements; all inclusive: a panoptic criticism of modern poetry.

Let's go with definition number two today.  I am currently in a writing intensive class that I love a lot.  Mostly because of the professor, she makes absolutely everything enjoyable.  
The thing is, last semester I took a writing class where the teacher was nice and all, she brought us cookies on Halloween, but our class discussions made me lose faith in English class.  It was kind of a problem, because English has always been my favorite class, and the discussions about literature just seemed super pointless.  I really didn't realize it until I took American Literature this semester, but THAT class took a panoptic view of the WRONG things in the book.  We analyzed the wrong words, discussed boring things that didn't give significance to the book, and it made me dislike a lot of the books we read.

This class, however, is on historical writings instead of modern literature, so it's much easier to examine how certain writings made an impact on society and examine styles over time.

It's too hard to do that kind of thing in a class called "Living Writers".