Just watched the Project Runway finale (thanks to hulu NOT my delete-happy tivo) and since Dayton is deep into the examination of the back of his eyelids I will let it all out here-in my (wait for it, wait for it) space.
The girl who won this season was a meanie head the entire time, which I think is a big mistake for one huge reason (that can also be contrived into a life lesson, so shut the yawn)...She may need a favor from the other contestants some day you never know. And yet she stepped on everyone she could and was not afraid to bad mouth people in front of the judges and I think that's wrong.
The super sweet girl from Charleston who won me over with her Pillsbury giggle should have won, but she'll go on to greatness no doubt.
I am pumped to go out and contrive my winter wardrobe after this episode which I love.
It's so true about having a vision (it stems from the Bible so-duh) but I hate it when I go shopping and have no vision for the look I'm going for, no creative stimulation if you will. That's why I like to keep clothes magazines lying around, really any kind of magazine with good pictures cause honestly, I've drawn inspiration from the strangest of places.
Now my creative cup is filled and with cash in my pocket I am wishing it was 11:19 am and not pm or else I would immediately storm the mall and go wild.
Oh well, a task for tomorrow night I guess.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Confession:
I am intentionally committing a self-proclaimed sin. I'm not going to finish the book I started.
Certain I'm not the only one to do this, I do it fully aware of the breech in many things, such as the flow of the book if I choose to pick it back up, or the flow of my reading list, which for this year includes now 14 and 1/2 books, and the breech in my self inflicted contract of researching childrens books before I write my own.
I just can't finish this one. It's by someone who once was my favorite children's author, but is now teetering on the brink of #2.
The book is called, The mysterious edge of the heroic world and it's the characters (flat) and the scenery (dilapidated) that have failed to meet my imagination's standards. I may push through, but really is it so wrong to shut the door on that world in the middle of a scene?
Is it so rude to excuse oneself without giving the characters a fore-warning?
I think not. At least half of me does, the other half will embark on a condemning diatribe every time I pass the thing and I will think to myself, "I should pick that up again" which is invariably followed by, "but really I should start from the beginning" and then I will blink and the notion will pass.
Hopefully, my new book (The Great Gatsby) will give my imagination enough of a workout to be in shape again.
Certain I'm not the only one to do this, I do it fully aware of the breech in many things, such as the flow of the book if I choose to pick it back up, or the flow of my reading list, which for this year includes now 14 and 1/2 books, and the breech in my self inflicted contract of researching childrens books before I write my own.
I just can't finish this one. It's by someone who once was my favorite children's author, but is now teetering on the brink of #2.
The book is called, The mysterious edge of the heroic world and it's the characters (flat) and the scenery (dilapidated) that have failed to meet my imagination's standards. I may push through, but really is it so wrong to shut the door on that world in the middle of a scene?
Is it so rude to excuse oneself without giving the characters a fore-warning?
I think not. At least half of me does, the other half will embark on a condemning diatribe every time I pass the thing and I will think to myself, "I should pick that up again" which is invariably followed by, "but really I should start from the beginning" and then I will blink and the notion will pass.
Hopefully, my new book (The Great Gatsby) will give my imagination enough of a workout to be in shape again.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Family
There are a good many writers/comedians out there who make a decent living by telling us about their family.
In fact I think it's quite near comedic genius to be able to take one idiosyncratic element about your own family and tell it in such a way that people can relate and laugh along with you.
(Example: "If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'" -jeff foxworthy)
Without that group of people that we all both strongly love and sometimes strongly hate we wouldn't be who we are today and would probably take out our frustrations on strangers more often then need be.
I love getting together with extended family. Not just because it's fun to catch up with these people who will always be in your life, no matter the frequency, but because it's fun to learn that you share more than a nose, you share personalities, senses of humor and it just makes you feel a little less unique (in a good way).
My brother got married this past weekend which gave us all a good excuse to get together. And while it was undoubtedly relaxing to not be the bride, it was also great fun seeing old faces together with the fresh additions.
The greatest thing about my family is there needn't be a comedian around to make them funny, they do it pretty well on their own. In the hours we were together more jokes were cracked then eggs in a bakery (hey that's a good one). And laughter was shared like an infectious disease (hmm).
I love that though. And I love seeing where I came from and being able to blame my sometimes all too silly nature on my aunts and uncles :)
In fact I think it's quite near comedic genius to be able to take one idiosyncratic element about your own family and tell it in such a way that people can relate and laugh along with you.
(Example: "If you ever start feeling like you have the goofiest, craziest, most dysfunctional family in the world, all you have to do is go to a state fair. Because five minutes at the fair, you'll be going, 'you know, we're alright. We are dang near royalty.'" -jeff foxworthy)
Without that group of people that we all both strongly love and sometimes strongly hate we wouldn't be who we are today and would probably take out our frustrations on strangers more often then need be.
I love getting together with extended family. Not just because it's fun to catch up with these people who will always be in your life, no matter the frequency, but because it's fun to learn that you share more than a nose, you share personalities, senses of humor and it just makes you feel a little less unique (in a good way).
My brother got married this past weekend which gave us all a good excuse to get together. And while it was undoubtedly relaxing to not be the bride, it was also great fun seeing old faces together with the fresh additions.
The greatest thing about my family is there needn't be a comedian around to make them funny, they do it pretty well on their own. In the hours we were together more jokes were cracked then eggs in a bakery (hey that's a good one). And laughter was shared like an infectious disease (hmm).
I love that though. And I love seeing where I came from and being able to blame my sometimes all too silly nature on my aunts and uncles :)
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