Archive for February, 2009

February 28, 2009

Jesus Christ Superstar, Adam Lambert, and why I’ll keep watching American Idol

So, poor Norman Gentle got voted off. I can’t say I’m all that surprised; they stuck him in a group that was bursting at the seams with talent. Sadly, I don’t think he’ll be back for the wild-card round, either, because the judges really didn’t like him.

Still, I continue to be jazzed about this season of AI because of one man: Adam Lambert. Like Jason Castro last season, he makes me quiver with his awesomeness. Something about him gives me insta-goosebumps. I can’t put my finger on the “it” factor he’s got going on (in addition to his obvious vocal abilities). I think it has to do with Jesus Christ Superstar.

Read more of my rambling on Adam Lambert and Jesus Christ Superstar…

February 28, 2009

A bookish bedroom

Ach, how much do you love this bedroom?. I just love muted color palettes, especially in spaces that are supposed to be restful. Can you just imagine how delicious all of those books must smell? I also adore how disheveled the room is, even though I know I’d be straightening those shelves and tidying up the bed in 2.4 seconds.

Dive right in

Dive right in

While we’re on a tour of my dream-house, how much do you love this library/sitting room? The chandelier is what really seals the deal for me. All three of these images from from Mobileffe.

I could curl up there for DAYS.

I could curl up there for DAYS.

What’s your favorite color palette for R&R-style rooms?

February 28, 2009

10 reasons I’m glad I went on a run this morning: A photo essay

Well, sort of a photo essay. The trouble with going on a run when there’s a 9-degree wind chill is that you don’t always feel like pausing for as long as it takes to get a good picture. So these are going to take some ‘splaining.

Reason numero uno: (prepare to have your foreign vocabulary expanded – each item number on this list is in a different language) (this one’s Spanish)

I get to wear my running hat, which has a special hole in the back just for my hair.

See my strong fingernail? Prenatals, baby!

See my strong fingernail? Prenatals, baby!


Reason numero deux: (French)

The thrill of fear as I dodge falling daggers of ice.

February 28, 2009

15 College courses that I would totally take

My father-in-law to-be sent me a link to this NYTimes Laugh Lines article detailing the “15 Strangest College Courses in America.”

15. Arguing with Judge Judy: Popular “Logic” on TV Judge Shows; University of California, Berkeley

14. Underwater Basket Weaving
University of California, San Diego

13. Learning From YouTube
Pitzer College

12. Philosophy and “Star Trek”
Georgetown University

11. The Art of Walking
Centre College

10. Daytime Serials: Family and Social Roles
University of Wisconsin

9. Joy of Garbage
Santa Clara University

8. The Science of Superheroes
University of California at Irvine

7. Zombies in Popular Media
Columbia College, Chicago

6. The Science of Harry Potter
Frostburg State University

5. Cyberporn and Society
State University of New York at Buffalo

4. “Simpsons” and Philosophy
University of California-Berkeley

3. “Far Side” Entomology
Oregon State

2. Myth and Science Fiction: “Star Wars,” “The Matrix,” and “Lord of the Rings”; Centre College

1. The Strategy of StarCraft
University of California, Berkley

Of course one of the courses is at Pitzer College (one of the five colleges in the Claremont Consortium, to which my alma mater Pomona belongs). The weirdest class I took in school was called “History of Gardens.” It actually ended up being one of my favorite courses, though – all we did was look at slides of gorgeous gardens, go on field trips to gorgeous gardens, learn about historical gorgeous gardens, and talk about what makes gardens so gorgeous in the first place. For our final exam, the professor gave us a blank sheet of paper and told us to design our dream-garden. I still have mine (and will scan & upload it someday for you, once I dig it out of my mom’s basement).

What’s the weirdest college course you ever took?

February 28, 2009

And with a love like that, you know you should be glad

One of my favorite blogs, Le Love, posted this today:


There’s a lotta truth in there*, especially for people in a new relationship (or relayshe, as I call it. I like to abbreve my words). I did some Google-stalking of this Pasha Malla character, and it turns out that this quote is from an advice column he wrote for The Morning News. Please read it. It’s hilarious and touching. Par example:

If she plays pointedly with strangers’ babies at the park, intermittently looking over to you with an expression that says, “See?”: She loves you.

I’m guilty of doing that. I knew I loved Dave when I downloaded all of his favorite music and memorized the lyrics to every song so that if we were ever together when one came on, he would be super-impressed that I knew the words and would think, “Wow, this chick has GREAT taste in music! I think I’ll marry her!” (It worked, apparently.)

Pasha Malla wrote a companion article to “Does She Love You?” called, you guessed it, “Does He Love You?” Also worth reading, though this one is more funny than sentimental.

If the first time he meets your parents he talks for the entire dinner in that weird, overly enunciated, slightly high-pitched voice he uses for phone interviews for jobs he never gets—what you assume he thinks sounds polite but just comes across as effete and pitiful, and also somehow British—and when it’s time for good-byes outside the restaurant he hugs your mom a little too long and shakes your dad’s hand a little too vigourously and thanks them—again—for “the splendid meal,” smiling, smiling, and then as your folks drive away in a flash the gaiety sags into total, annihilated exhaustion—he loves you, the poor guy.

Dave didn’t do that, but he did put his foot in & overturn our doberman’s 2-gallon bowl of water within five minutes of meeting my folks. He didn’t know what to do first: empty his waterlogged shoe or frantically try to scoop up the giant sheet of water spreading through our dining room. And I laughed at him! The fact that he didn’t walk out right then and there was DEFINITELY proof that he loved me.

What did you do when you loved your significant other? How did you know he or she loved you? Leave your answers in the comments!


*Oh, but for the record, my dad doesn’t make me sad. He makes me proud and hopeful. I feel sad for other people whose dads aren’t as wise and funny as my dad is.

February 28, 2009

Something blue…

Well my friends, I’ll leave you this Friday evening with a query: I have stumbled upon what may be the cutest, most comfortable wedding shoes of all time.


They're named "At Tiffany's" but I call them "GET ON MY FEET RIGHT NOW"

The insoles are made from the same material seen in basketball and running shoes. So wearing these would basically be like getting married in the cutest sneakers on the face of the planet (see? I love the shoes so much that two of the last three sentences have been hyperbole). Every cell of my body yearns for these little ladies; I feel the marrow of my bones singing out to me: “Wiggs, you must wear those shoes on your wedding day! They’re adorable AND they will feel like heaven!”

I’m just so torn, because silly Dave (or maybe wiley Dave?) caught wind of my love for the shoes, and suddenly got all sentimental about how he loooves the shoes I’ve already got. I mean, I love them too…but they’re about as special to me as any other cute pair of shoes. See?


Steve Madden's "Shakeup Pump"

The ones I already own are by Steve Madden, so they didn’t break my bank. I’m glad I’ve got ’em. But…they just don’t sing “wedding” to me the way the others do. And they’re DEFinitely not as comfortable.

What should I dooooooooo?

After you’ve voted, if you feel like you want to elaborate on your opinion, do it in the comments! And happy Friday!

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February 27, 2009

Added to my wedding registry

White-man's 'fro sold separately

White-man's 'fro sold separately

Maybe my mom could incorporate this into her next Lakeshore book: “As Daisy lounged on his Lynx-patterned Love Rug, she couldn’t help but imagine that she was a cavewoman who had just been dragged by the hair into his sensual den of animalistic pleasures.”

February 27, 2009

Zero-calorie pasta

When you get a box like this in the mail, food isn’t the first thing that goes through your mind.

It was heavy, too!

And then, when you open the box and see what appear to be small white bags full of goo, food is probably the last thing that you think of.

Is it from Colombia?

Is it from Colombia?

But then you look a little closer…

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February 27, 2009

Rise ‘n’ shii-iiiiine!

I woke up this morning to this:

Even the street lamp looks creepy!

Even the street lamp looks creepy!

This would be a dream come true for me if I were the villain in a scary movie about a psycho killer who hunts women out for their morning jogs. So…I stayed in and did Yoga! Again. I think I need a different program, though. I can’t get over the narrator’s voice! “Eaaaaaasssssseeeee back into your loooiiiiinnnnssss……yessssss your loiiinnnnnsss…..goooooood. Do you feel that in your loooiiinnnnssss?” Gah, so awkward!

Not sure what that pose is called...the Bashful Camel?

Not sure what that pose is called...the Bashful Camel?

And I’m feeling pretty great now. I’m going to go chug some water and get down to work for the day. Tomorrow I plan on going outside for my workout, murder-scene or no. What do you guys do when the weather prevents you from your regularly scheduled workout sesh?

Check back a bit later for a new meal I’m going to attempt…it involves zero calorie pasta. Yep, you heard me right. I found pasta that has zero calories in it.

February 27, 2009

About my exercise schedule…

Okay peeps. In the interest of full disclosure, I’ve gotta come clean about something. I kind of fell off the wagon on the workout train (holy mixed metaphors, Batman!). I dunno, I just got really busy with business school stuff and work stuff and wedding stuff…and next thing I know, it’s been a full two days with nary a crunch, curl, or cartwheel. Not that I ever do cartwheels to work out, but in the interest of alliteration, let’s pretend that I do.

"In the Water, They Touch"

This is where I've spent most of the past week...working from home is nice, but it also leaves me feeling sluggish if I don't force myself to get up and movin'

You may or may not know that I had a little New Year’s resolution-ish thingy that I did. Unfortunately, it didn’t take. For one, I ended up going out of town and being forced to skip a couple of days, and…I don’t know, I just never really got into the groove. It worked in the sense that I ended up working out way more than I normally do, and most days I went longer than my minimum goal, but as soon as I started skipping days and losing track…wow, I feel bummed writing all of that out.

Part of my reason for being such a slacker was that I knew my half-marathon training would have to start soon. Still, I’ve been very all-or-nothing about this whole thing. As soon as I miss one workout, I get all self-critical and defeatist, and next thing I know I’m crumpled on the kitchen floor with an empty box of peanut-butter chocolate chip cookies, a swollen and painful belly, and no memory of how I got there. (Exaggeration, but you get my point.)

So what am I gonna do about it? Well, for one thing, I’m officially starting my training for the half-marathon on Monday. But in order to stay on track, I think I need to come up with a schedule for myself. No more of this, “Oh, I’ll write for a couple of hours and then head up to the gym when I feel energized.” That doesn’t work for me. Starting tomorrow, I’m going to wake up an hour earlier than I’ve been doing (which means I need to go to bed earlier) and get myself moving. Maybe I’ll just put on my iPod and go on a brisk walk, or maybe I’ll take another shot at Yoga…I guess that’ll depend on the weather. (Hear that, Chicago? That’s code for STOP POURING RAIN ALL OVER ME FOR LORD’S SAKE)

So, yeah, sorry that the workout posts have been lacking. But that’s why I started this blog – I’m just a normal gal, with normal feelings about her health and her body, who’s (grumpily) trying to make herself love working out. I’m hoping that people see a bit of themselves in me. And sometimes I’m going to drop the Bozu ball, you know?

What do YOU do when you’re in a workout slump? Or any sort of slump for that matter? It’s so easy in this age of computers and television to sink into a sluggish state, mentally and/or physically, so I’d love to hear if y’all have any tips or tricks for pulling yourself out of it. As always, leave your answers in the comments!