Saturday, February 21, 2009

Betrothal.

Hi. Last week I updated my Facebook relationship status to "engaged," because I think that's pretty much how you tell the internet that you're planning to get hitched. The flood of comments this status change unleashed was overwhelming and wonderful, but I think my favorite one was something along the lines of "I don't think you need to have an actual wedding; just get together some Saturday and change your Facebook status to married. I think Facebook is a Unitarian minister."

So now everyone wants to know the story or the plan, but we really don't have either. We started talking about marriage way back in the early days of our relationship, so it's not like it was a real surprise to either of us to start talking about it again. We basically just decided to go for it and tell our families, and if there was a point of decision it probably happened in the middle of the kitchen or something and it's likely we had some tea afterwards.

When we told my family, though, my mother literally did jumping jacks. And it's good that other people are so outwardly enthusiastic, because the Brit and I really aren't--in real life, we are both rather low-key (if intense).

I think that as with most large decisions I've made in my life, the impact and import of this will become clear to me only slowly and in stages. Deciding on when and where and how to do our wedding is already giving me a window into this process. The only thing I know so far is that it will be small and do-it-yourselfy and timed around the travel possibilities of the Britfam. And I will be wearing a hawt thrift store dress if I can help it.

Anyway, dear friends, if this is the first you're hearing about my beyonce because you're not on stupid Facebook and I haven't talked to you for awhile: surprise!

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Today I heard about one million prospective student auditions, which was both fun and exhausting. The really uncool part about the day is that it's snowing, like snowing several inches, which totally caught me off guard when I left the house this morning. I had, in fact, let my guard down w/r/t winter. I'm supposedly making a whirlwind journey to Chicago tomorrow to see a friend I haven't seen in 15 years (she lives in Sweden), and this trip is going to be markedly more stressful if the roads are crap. But unless there's a blizzard in the morning, I'm going to go. I mean, I have a ticket to her concert and I prepaid for the damn hotel, and I can take it slow on the roads. But ideally I'd get down there expediently and have time to go to the Art Institute before the concert. That might be aiming a bit high. And I want to go to the Chicago Diner. And I have thrift store aspirations on the way home. And and and.

More than anything, I need to relax for awhile. My students are in an opera tonight, but I've got three hours in which to watch a movie and eat mini faux corndogs.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Things, stuff.

I'm cooking dinner but also popping popcorn, listening to the trains across the river whistle on down the tracks. I'm going to watch a movie and try not to eat all the popcorn before the smoky red beans and rice are ready, but you know, I went running today, outside, so I'm not sweating it. Plus, sometimes I just eat popcorn for dinner.

There are a lot of things cooking right now besides beans and rice (rim shot!). I've been working my way through some anatomy/body awareness books, for one thing. My reading's been pretty casual, but it and the movement workshops I observed last weekend have been enough to let me know that I need a much better fundamental understanding of the body if I'm going to continue to improve as a teacher (and balanced and efficient human being). I can't stop thinking about the natural movement of the spine during breathing. Thrilling stuff, I know.

Aaaaand, I'm flying home Saturday morning for a visit. I am thrilled not to be doing 10 hours of driving to see the people I love, and frankly kind of thrilled not to have a car with me while I'm there. Flying back Tuesday morning in time to teach a 10 AM lesson is not going to be that cool, but I'll manage.

I'm also getting my ear(s) checked on Monday while I'm home. My left ear has been ringing since December 23, and while the possibility of a simple infection was ruled out by a trip to one of those grocery store clinics recently, I feel off and something is definitely up. Possibly something serious. But maybe not. Most of the time I'm not hyper-aware of the ringing, but it is constant, and at some point each day I feel something akin to the very beginnings of mild motion sickness. And my ear is sensitive to noise, which so far hasn't been a problem while I'm teaching singing, but it's a little difficult to practice because I can't get away from my own voice and high frequencies are the worst. Whatever the case, I need to stop using the internet as a diagnostic tool, though I will say that it has been very helpful for information-gathering.

Video chatting with Skype has been rocking my socks off. The Brit usually spends the first few minutes of the conversation just making faces into the camera. The first few times we talked online, though, the conversations looked like this:


and this:

Less a conversation than a circus act.

Monday, February 09, 2009

Confessional.

The primary reason I have not been blogging is that I've been spending basically all of my free time watching Friday Night Lights. Despite not caring much about football or Texas, I am obsessed with this show. And embarrassed about how often I tear up during the football scenes. Seriously, though, it's a great show. Great acting, great characters, great doc-style shooting, great soundtrack, great insight into the effed up dudely culture of high school sports heroics. I'm just saying, if you've been looking for a show to get into, this might be it. Also, you can stream it on Netflix.

Tomorrow it's going to be 54 degrees in Wisco, though, so I'll be too busy dancing naked in the street to start watching season 2. For those of you who don't live up north: 54 degrees in February is crazytown. I'll really be wishing I had a bike tomorrow.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

This is crazy.

This website is pretty scary. If you click on the portfolio, you can mouse over shots of celebrities and see exactly how much photoshopping the most beautiful and famous among us are subject to. I've always been grossed out by Jezebel's "Photoshop of Horrors" feature, but this site is a whole parade of them. I think my favorite is when women's RIBS are photoshopped away. Shame on you for having bones!

Sunday, February 01, 2009

OMG shiny!!

I found a new etsy shop to love: McFarland Designs.

First I bought this:


Then I looked her stuff on flickr:





You can see more rings here in her flickr photostream, and see new designs and read about her on her website/blog.

The stuff is vegan, recycled (silver and gold), and ethically sourced. Now someone hook me up with a whole bunch of cocktail rings.