Those of you out there who have read John Green's Paper Towns will surely appreciate the reference, as the poem is a major plot point in the book.
Front view:
Side-ish view:
Detail:
And the wonderful flares:
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So, Walt Whitman walks into a bar wearing rainbow hippie pants...
I haven't shown you my awesomely nerdy hippie pants yet. I made them about two months ago. They started out as a pair of jeans that I didn't wear very often. Brynne slitted them at the front and back and added triangles of denim fabric cut from some other pants to make the flares very, very wide. Then I took a set of rainbow Sharpies (left over from my tie-dying efforts here and here) and wrote the first half of Walt Whitman's Song of Myself on them.
Those of you out there who have read John Green's Paper Towns will surely appreciate the reference, as the poem is a major plot point in the book.
Front view:
Side-ish view:
Detail:
And the wonderful flares:
Those of you out there who have read John Green's Paper Towns will surely appreciate the reference, as the poem is a major plot point in the book.
Front view:
Side-ish view:
Detail:
And the wonderful flares:
teh craftses
So. In my various perusals I've discovered this moste excellente website that makes me want to go and make some of the things shown. They just look so cuddly and cute. And geeky.
This will likely become a source for shameless borrowing and inspiration for projects to come.
Then there are these, which just make me laugh.
Now, I'm going to go crochet. Adieu!
P.S. LOLcat thrown in for good measure:
This will likely become a source for shameless borrowing and inspiration for projects to come.
Then there are these, which just make me laugh.
Now, I'm going to go crochet. Adieu!
P.S. LOLcat thrown in for good measure:
Layli and the technicolour dream shirt
One of my nerdfighter shirts was getting grey and gross, so I decided to 'tie-dye' it with Sharpies.
Front:
Back:
Unfortunately, the lettering is kind of hard to see, because I didn't know what Sharpies would do to fabric paint. If I could have, I think I would have dyed the shirt first and then chosen contrasting colours of fabric paint, but I'm still quite happy with my shirt.
the death of my sheet*
A couple of days ago I decided to fake tie-dye my bottom sheet (I don't sleep under a top sheet because it gets tangled around my legs and then makes me feel like I'm caught in a net).
Anyway, here are pictures of part of the process (which involved lots of Sharpies, rubber bands, rubbing alcohol, and plastic wrap).
And...
...the finished product. :D
It makes me happy. And the nice thing about using Sharpies is that you can use way more colours than you can with real die without it looking muddy, and you get more of a water-colour runny look too. I have to confess that I like it just as much as the real thing, maybe even more.
But don't tell anyone.
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*I don't ONLY tie-dye so that I can make bad puns, I swear!
an adorableness overdose
Taran and I played around with my webcam yesterday.
Behold!
The looks on our faces are freakishly alike:
The attack of the velociraptor-claw air-quotes:
That is all, folks.
no pithy title
I'm sitting in the Little Rock airport using up my computer battery. I know that I'll regret it later, but I really don't wont to read the Terry Brooks book I have, because it's bad enough to actively annoy me, and I don't have another book. Plus, being on my computer lets me people-watch without them knowing that I'm doing so.
Oh! I read Paper Towns yesterday, and it definitely was the best book I've read this year. (I know that isn't saying much since the year isn't even half over yet, but...) I sat in Barnes and Noble and read the whole thing in about three hours, which I think is the good way to read books. I read sad Margo, whom I think I like slightly better than happy Margo. And the book was so good that I can't think of words to describe how good it is. You'll have to live with my vague 'it was awesome' unless I think of something on the plane.
The Worlds of Pelakîs
If you promise not to laugh at me for being the language geek that I am, you can go HERE to see my new project. I'm excited about it. I absolutely love the fact that I figured out how to put links on the top of each page, so the site is better organized than it would have been otherwise. The site is, obviously, a work in progress.
I would show you all some of my old stuff (while I'm opening myself wide up to ridicule), but unfortunately, along with my stash of blank notebooks, most of my old journals, artwork and projects also got ruined when the storage room was flooded. I guess people will have to make do with what I'm working on now.
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Right. Here's something for everyone to do while I try to figure out why on earth I have a blog. Have fun!
I think my computer ate my brain.
skirts
I think I have an abundance of skirts.
I was cold (It's actually a perpetual state. I should have said 'I was more cold than usual'), so I cautiously opened the door to my closet and started rummaging around for a jacket. Lo and behold, I get distracted and somehow start counting my skirts (I'm feverish still, I can't be held responsible for my actions). So it turns out that I have twelve, and that three of them are basically the same tan skirt. In my defense, I wear all of them, but still...
However, you will be relieved to know that none of them are pink, and none of them have ruffles.
grammar
'What have you been up to?'
'How are you? Good.'
'With who am I speaking?'
'Who am I speaking to?'
'Where are you at?'
'Who did you give it to?'
I don't care what people say in an informal setting, but the idea that grammar is unimportant is the kind of nonsense up with which I will not put! While I understand the idea behind slang, and while I approve of making language more efficient, I would like to point out that saying 'good' isn't any easier or quicker than 'well', and 'Where are you?' is considerably more compact than 'Where are you at?'.
If we let our grammar slide enough, there will come a time when the English language will be so full of inaccuracies and misleading grammar errors that it will no longer be an effective means of communication.
That said, it is senseless to be worried about grammar errors as long as they do no impede in people's understanding of what's being said. So how do we find a balance between simplifying English and allowing it to change and compromising its accuracy?
airport
I can tell that by the time I get to Shanghai, I'll be thoroughly sick of airports. Did I mention that I'm spending fourteen hours in Vancouver, BC, and that all of those hours will be spent in the great kingdom of grey speckled wall-ness. Ugh. And I don't think that I've mentioned the four hours in Seattle, nor the hour (so far) that I've spent in Pasco, waiting for whatever problem it is with the airplane I'm supposed to be in to get fixed.
I think all that frustration is just the manifestation of the fact that I'm sad. I miss Brynne and Carew. When I get home, I won't have anyone to talk about writing with, I won't have anyone to debate philosophy, psychology and anthropology with, and what's (almost) worse is that there won't be anyone to tease me.
Okay, fine, maybe that's taking it a bit too far, but skype really is just NOT THE SAME! *sigh*
Okay, this post is all sad and boring, but I promise that in reward for reading this one, I will tell you all about the Vancouver airport. I'm sure that there will be something interesting.
And...I'm definitely a nerdfighter, because all the grey speckled walls make me want to VLOG. Hah. Like that's ever going to happen.
awesomeness
Oh, wow. People are awesome ! Thinking people are even more so. Not to mention that politics are amusing.
What was that about, you ask? THIS. Look at the entry for September 23rd. And I think I forgot to mention that John Green is awesome as well.
My faith in the human race is restored.
on awesome
Sorry I didn't post yesterday. I was way too hyper and had too many other things to do. It's not that I don't love my blog, it's just that when there's something else to do, blogging sort of fades into the background. But I'm back.
Oh, by the way, Brynne and I have started posting on The Letter Game. But I'm not going to ask anyone to go and read our posts. That would just be obnoxious.
There was some drama surrounding my getting to Brynne and Carew's house, but apparently throwing money at problems really can help things. A lot. So now I'm here, and everyone's awesome is rubbing off on me.
And now I'm going to go write Abby Kavanaugh a letter. Or at least start.
totally awesome
I actually went to the Mid-America Science Museum with my cousin, Megan. And we had a great time! I have to admit that it was really, really fun to pretend to be eight and run around being excited about everything. Everybody should take some time and pretend they're a completely unselfconscious kid.
You may (or may not) have noticed some nerdfighter-ly additions to my page, including new links in the 'Favourite Sites' section. This is in celebration of me finishing watching all of the 2007 Brotherhood 2.0 videos. YAY!
And I'm trying to decide whether or not to continue reading "Enchantment" by Orson Scott Card. I'm 50 pages in and not thrilled. I'm not saying that it's a bad book, it's not, but it may just not be my thing. I don't like giving up on books! I think it's sad when I decide I simply don't want to read something. Probably because it implies the book is worse than cereal boxes, various warranties and copyright notices. After all, I read those.
Mid-American Science Museum
Just a quick note: I'm going to the Mid-American Science Museum in Hot Springs, Arkansas tomorrow. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. I have to admit, I've always had a soft spot for science museums, so I'm really looking forward to MASM.
the joys of public libraries
I went to the library today before lunch and checked out:
Talking to Dragons, by Patricia C. Wrede
Calling on Dragons, by Patricia C. Wrede
Hunting the Corrigan's Blood, by Holly Lisle
Enchantment, by Orson Scott Card
Dragonsblood, by Todd McCaffrey
Dragon Harper, by Anne and Todd McCaffrey
Dragon's Kin, by Anne and Todd McCaffrey
Deerskin, by Robin McKinley
Sunshine, by Robin McKinley
Oh, how I love sci-fi and fantasy. I didn't have time to look at the mystery section (which is probably a good thing, because I'm only going to be in North Little Rock for nine days).
I've already read the first two on my list. They were great. I love the way she pokes fun at fairy-tales and other fantasy books and how she manages to have her characters do the most ridiculous things and still be plausible. In that sense she's a lot like Diana Wynne Jones, who is another one of my favourite authors.
Right now, it's 9:45 PM, so I'm going to get into bed with a good book.
Good night!
P.S. I did do other things besides read this afternoon, like swim.
P.P.S. I'm going to read 'Hunting the Corrigan's Blood' next.
argh. argh. argh.
Last night, I tried to charge my iPod. Big mistake. I plug it into the computer (I can't find my belkin charger, I think it got packed) and get this message saying my iPod is corrupted. I was sure this was a mistake, but noooo.... On top of that, when I unplugged the iPod (poor thing) it was frozen. I couldn't even reset the thing.
Now, let me say that I've had the little machine all of three months. It's not supposed to stop working after three months! The apple site just tells me to go to the nearest apple store (ahem, I live in CHINA!!!!!). And then my brain starts doing flip flops. On the flip side: corrupted?! That means it's broken, right?! Waaaah! On the flop side: How dare you not work! You foul, undigested lump of metal*... Do you have any idea how extortionately and utterly expensive iPods are?! And it's not working? I'll wring your neck as soon as I figure out where it is blah blah blah.
I cycled through the second and third stages of grief last night (denial and anger). I woke up feeling quite ashamed of myself for caring so much about a chintzy little hunk of metal, but it's a useful chintzy little hunk of metal, and I wasn't looking forward to the flight from China to the States with no iPod.
So, I let the (frozen) iPod sit on my desk overnight, and it finally ran out of battery. I found my charger this morning, and when I plugged it in, the iPod worked as if nothing had ever happened. I still haven't tried to connect it to the computer though.
I slept on the couch last night. For some reason the air conditioner in the living room sounds like a truck driving past. I did not have the pleasure of sleeping well, which would explain the excessive use of italics in this post.
On a completely different note, Mom and I moved out of our apartment, into a friend's. Said friend is trying to get the internet fixed. We'll see how that goes. I can always come to this apartment and blog (or at least until the twentieth) but it won't be half as convenient.
About getting back to the States, well... Mom and I have to be out of China by the 30th of July, so if our visas don't get renewed before then, we'll have to leave and get Chinese visas in the States, which is a major pain. I think you have to go in person to a Chinese embassy's visa office. That means making a trip to Washington D.C. and back. Argh.
*Go watch Brotherhood 2.0 or read Shakespeare. Take your pick.
Now, let me say that I've had the little machine all of three months. It's not supposed to stop working after three months! The apple site just tells me to go to the nearest apple store (ahem, I live in CHINA!!!!!). And then my brain starts doing flip flops. On the flip side: corrupted?! That means it's broken, right?! Waaaah! On the flop side: How dare you not work! You foul, undigested lump of metal*... Do you have any idea how extortionately and utterly expensive iPods are?! And it's not working? I'll wring your neck as soon as I figure out where it is blah blah blah.
I cycled through the second and third stages of grief last night (denial and anger). I woke up feeling quite ashamed of myself for caring so much about a chintzy little hunk of metal, but it's a useful chintzy little hunk of metal, and I wasn't looking forward to the flight from China to the States with no iPod.
So, I let the (frozen) iPod sit on my desk overnight, and it finally ran out of battery. I found my charger this morning, and when I plugged it in, the iPod worked as if nothing had ever happened. I still haven't tried to connect it to the computer though.
I slept on the couch last night. For some reason the air conditioner in the living room sounds like a truck driving past. I did not have the pleasure of sleeping well, which would explain the excessive use of italics in this post.
On a completely different note, Mom and I moved out of our apartment, into a friend's. Said friend is trying to get the internet fixed. We'll see how that goes. I can always come to this apartment and blog (or at least until the twentieth) but it won't be half as convenient.
About getting back to the States, well... Mom and I have to be out of China by the 30th of July, so if our visas don't get renewed before then, we'll have to leave and get Chinese visas in the States, which is a major pain. I think you have to go in person to a Chinese embassy's visa office. That means making a trip to Washington D.C. and back. Argh.
*Go watch Brotherhood 2.0 or read Shakespeare. Take your pick.
Jessa!!!
My friend Jessa would like for me to publicly proclaim her awesomeness, so... SHE'S AWESOME! Oh, and after I start churning out bestsellers, we're going to go live together in the Marshall Islands and eat Persian rice and lasagna every day. Sounds fun! And all the other awesome people on this planet should feel free to come join us in the Marshall Islands.
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