Posts Tagged by Girly
Morton’s
| October 26, 2009 | Filled under Photo Album |
Here was my Halloween costume this past weekend. No, I was not Catherine Deneuve from Les Parapluies de Cherbourg as someone suggested.
I say was my Halloween costume because the event I am going to on actual Halloween is a party where men dress as women and women dress as men. I am not sure which well-known male character I am going to dress as yet.
Did you know the phrase “When it rains it pours” is not just some easily-dispensed grandmotherly wisdom, but was actually a creation of the Morton Salt’s advertising agency in 1911. That’s why the Salt Girl carries an umbrella.
Gay marriage
| October 22, 2009 | Filled under Video |
He’s a little hard to understand in parts so here’s a transcript.
Most flattering photo ever
| October 19, 2009 | Filled under Photo Album |
I went to the most awesome baby shower Friday for an awesome friend who will be having awesome twins come 2010 (maybe earlier). I post this photo because I ike to be reminded of how silly I look sometimes.
Rosemary’s Baby
| October 8, 2009 | Filled under Internerd |
I try not to get too political around here, or too current event-sy, but the Polanski case has really got me all pissed off and some of the people who are coming to his defense are downright disappointing. Like this self-proclaimed feminist.
At the risk of sounding too didactic, I’d like to ask this favor of you. Please go read this excellent blog post about the definition and consequences of rape culture.
Down to there
| September 29, 2009 | Filled under Blog |
For the past couple of years, I have been obsessed about hair. Mainly since I decided seriously to grow my own out. I am obsessive about other people’s hair, asking how they style it, what they wash it with, if they color it.
I’ve has short hair pretty much all my life. When I was 12 I got my hair cut into a chin-length bob, and a year later I got it all chopped off. For the following decade plus, I never wore it longer than a MIa Farrow-style pixie cut (often it was straight-up shaved). When I started to grow it out it grew back curly, which it had never been when I was a kid.
Having short hair for 2/3 of my life meant I never knew how to properly style it. I still don’t. Now that I have longer hair (it’s the longest it’s been since I was 6 or 7), all I ever do it wear it in a ponytail. I can’t stand it, I don;t know how to fix it, and it take forever to dry. I’ve been dying to get it cut off again because I know it looks good that way but I’m afraid I’ll regret it, and also, CLH is absolutely against that (not that he can stop me). Every time I see a cute girl with short hair I remember the compliments I got on mine. Just looks at how cute Michelle Williams looks. And then I imagine how much easier, for example, running 20 miles a week would be if I didn’t have to worry about fixing my hair after each job.
But. There’s always a but. But it’s cooling off in Houston. And my hair is longer than it’s ever been. And I’m chicken to chop it all off again because suppose I hate it that way? So last night I made a deal with CLH. I’ll let my hair grow through the winter, and if I still hate it when summer returns — say, by the time I turn 30 on May 16 — then I’ll chop it all off again.
We’ll Know When We Get There
| August 12, 2009 | Filled under Internerd |
Very good story. This girl, as a teenager, was penpals with John Hughes. (Via 29-95)
Something to ponder
| July 6, 2009 | Filled under Shorts |
What if all that you had to look forward to were the things that are free, like sunrises, wagging tails, holding hands, and your imagination. Would it all be worth it?
Probably.
What if you could trade-in some of your free stuff for fabulous wealth, fulfilling work, gorgeous looks, or anything else that your heart desired? Would it all be worth it?
Does a bear sleep in the woods? Is the Pope Catholic? Would you like syrup with your French Toast?
Not only are the best things in life free, but you can cash them in for stuff and still have lots left over!
From The Universe
The inner drama of childhood
| June 4, 2009 | Filled under Video |
Friend Jim sends a video as a corollary to this post about Mr. Rogers.
In 1969 the US Senate had a hearing on funding the newly developed Corporation for Public Broadcasting. The proposed endowment was $20 million, but President Nixon wanted it cut in half because of the spending going on in the Vietnam War. This is an video clip of the exchange between Mr. Rogers and Senator Pastore, head of the hearing. Senator Pastore starts out very abrasive and by the time Mr. Rogers is done talking, Senator Pastore’s inner child has heard Mr. Rogers and agreed with him. Enjoy.
In the afore-mentioned story, there is this line:
and yet when he speaks, it is in that voice, his voice, the famous one, the unmistakable one, the televised one, the voice dressed in sweater and sneakers, the soft one, the reassuring one, the curious and expository one, the sly voice that sounds adult to the ears of children and childish to the ears of adults
Hearing that voice, after all these years, almost brought tears to my eyes.
