eyes like mine

except, do.

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 16:37:00 +0000

After some customer complaints challenging the adhesiveness of a new product,

one of our writers conducts his own test on the window.

sheaths of gold

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 18:36:00 +0000

Please tell me someone else saw this sunrise today.

for d.warn

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 17:41:00 +0000

Something else I love: Biting off corners of square, chocolate-covered mint cookies and using them as straws to sip up milk (not Silk)—or hot chocolate. Even if it burns off all my taste buds.

hallelujah

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 18:24:00 +0000

Oh yeah, I went to this on Sunday with mi madre, Ashley, and Brent. We parked in the exclusive Church Office Building parking lot, and it was so exciting. :/ Also, there was quite the snowstorm on Sunday. Due to unstoppable forces of slush and ice, I threw off the alignment in my car after hitting a curb.

Blurmaster photo that I probably shouldn't post.

ho ho ho

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 16:28:00 +0000

Merry Christmas from Crisp Kringle, aka Julie Shoe.
Hey look! A new notepad.

ano...

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 22:28:00 +0000

All* I want for Christmas are DVDs of Howl's Moving Castle, Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind, Princess Mononoke, My Neighbor Totoro, Laputa: Castle in the Sky, Spirited Away, etc.

Preferably in Japanese with English subtitles. *Not entirely true

ever onward

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 17:29:00 +0000

The important thing to remember about life is that you can't lose hope that everything will work out in the end. You can't give up on something you've been working toward, because what good would that do? You have to keep trying without becoming too discouraged or disheartened. This world is in a constant state of change. Things will continue to progress and regress, to build and unravel. Time doesn't stop; time can't stop; time will never stop.

photos from here

some things i love

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:00:00 +0000

My good friend, Natalie, recently posed this question:
I like this concept so much: asking one question and getting a variety of answers. I think if I could undertake a similar project, I would ask the question that titles this post: "What do you love?"

Because we love so many things—people, places, feelings, smells, sights, sounds, memories, textures... the list goes on and on.

Wouldn't it be lovely to know what someone else loves—even if that someone were a stranger? I think it would, and I think that knowing what someone else loves would enable one to love that someone even better.

So, what do you love? Please share.

I love a lot of things (as you will see here). One might assume that I love everything, but I do not. I know what I love, and I know what I don't love. I don't love plenty of things, but I'd rather not focus on them.

I love Christmas lights—on the house, on the tree, and in my bedroom. I love Christmas trees, and I love the spirit of Christmas. I love being warm and cozy. During the winter I love sweatpants, sweatshirts, and warm socks. I love hymns, especially Christmas ones. I love Sacrament Christmas programs, pretty voices, boys with sexy tenor voices, piano solos, organ solos, many kinds of solos. I love DVR. I love iTunes. I love the smell of cinnamon and baked rolls. I love my little grandma. I love light eyes and freckles. I love dark hair. I also love reddish-brown hair. I love growing tomatoes in the summer. I love Gchat. I love sitting at my window in the early morning light and coming up with ideas. I love traveling, and I love exploring those traveled places. I love exploring in general. I love food, especially salsa. There, I said it. I love cereal—too much. I love ethnic restaurants, ethnic people, and ethnic holidays. I love Ethiopians, Chinese, and I'm sure I'd love Indians too; someday I'll be able to say that with a surety. I love the energy of cities, but probably mostly of New York—the lights, the people walking the streets, the interesting things that are anytime anywhere. I love mountains and oceans—outdoor beauty. I love road trips with friends. I love creativity. I love being inspired, and I love my desire to create; I love when it's there and wants to burst out of me somehow. I love my creative friends. I love all of the different ways people can be and are creative. I love watching people dance, and how the way dancers move their bodies has the potential to be so emotional. I love playing soccer, even though I'm not super good. I love singing so loudly in my car. I love watching the Olympics and the Winter X Games. I love riding my bike so fast it feels like I'm flying. I love longboarding, because that also makes me feel like I'm flying. I guess I love feeling like I'm flying. I love wakeboarding, because that's flying in a different way. I love airports and all of the different kinds of people there. Sometimes I love crying, because it means I'm feeling, and I love to feel. I love reading. I love reading books that make me feel and/or cry. I love so many books. I also love films that make me cry, TV shows that make me cry, songs that make me cry, but not boys that make me cry. I love addressing inanimate objects, e.g., "Oh, hello tree." I love those uncooked Costco tortillas. I love when my mom buys me things at Costco and splits her package of tortillas with me. I love dogs (not small ones). I love rooftops. I love beautiful clouds, colors, sunrises, and sunsets. I love email conversations with cross-country or cross-continent friends. I love reply-to-alls. I love good films. I love watching films in the theater—solo or with people. I heart txt speak (srsly). I love fog. I love bookstores and libraries; I love all of the knowledge, creativity, and stories that are hidden in them. I love university campuses. I love foreign films. I love foreign languages. I love learning. I love friends I feel comfortable with, friends I can trust, friends that lift me up, friends I can be myself around. I love when people give me nicknames. Sometimes I love being alone. I love when the song I've been waiting for comes on the radio. Lately, I love purple. I love taking pictures, and I love the photography of others. I love a clean house, a clean bedroom. I love hot chocolate with marshmallows. I love spring, but then again I also love fall. I love summer. I love winter (as long as I'm warm doing whatever I'm doing). I love putting my face into falling snowflakes. I love October so, so much. I love decorating for and dressing up for Halloween, and I love when other people love Halloween too. I love getting obsessed with things, like Mandarin, Justin Vernon, animated gifs, or Veronica Mars. I love the interweb! I love calling it the interweb. I love wireless interwebbing. I love remote printing. I love adventures, and I love when being around specific people makes me more adventurous and spontaneous. I love driving on summer nights with the window down, arm out, hair flying. I love summer nights in general, when I can lie on grass and see all the stars, which reminds me that I love stars. I love the constellations, and I love when I can remember what they are. I love falling in love. I love long hugs. I love feeling so close to someone. I love dreams, vivid, and in color. I love dreams of the other kind too—future ones, vaulting ones, short-term, long-term. I love when someone has the courage to look me in the eyes, to look into my eyes. I love when someone knows I'm not OK. I love when someone knows what I'm thinking. I love the electricity that sometimes exists between bodies in close proximity. I love secrets. I love when people are unapologetic for who they are and how they are. I love when people say what they mean. I love honesty. I love listening to a song on repeat for hours. I love playlists, and I love titling playlists. I love my family, and that we are different. I love when I feel like I belong somewhere. I love when someone says the exact thing I needed to hear. I love feeling like I've made a right decision. I love when someone remembers my name. I love when I'm somewhere with someone (or not with someone), and the moment is so perfect that I know I could never recreate it if I tried. I love praying. I love the stillness and peace the Spirit brings. I love my church. I love the temple. I love righteous people, men of God. I love the leaders of my Church, especially the First Presidency. I love their love, their dedication, their words, and their examples. I love God. I love Jesus Christ.

I shared part of this quote the other day from this book, but there's more to the quote, and so I'll share it, because it sums me up. Also, because I love it:

Do you fall in love often?

Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all. I love widely, indiscreetly. I forget it is myself I am trying to love back to a better place.

Some people dream in color, I feel in colour, strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly inclined. Beige and magnolia and a hint of pink are what the well-decorated heart is wearing; who wants my blood red and vein-blue?

So, my friends, what do you love?

holidine '09

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 20:23:00 +0000

Feast clean-up in the kitchen—crowns, purple leggings and all.

this is sort of epic

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 16:07:00 +0000

Remember when I shared Josh's video? It was chosen to be in a video art show called Eye Candy for Strangers in Williamsburg this weekend. I was perusing the site with some of the other videos being shown, and I came across this one:

this is for the girl that I haven't met from Colin Cabalka on Vimeo.

He says this about the video:
Backstory: This was created for Emily Wilson, who is the sister of Sarah Wilson, a girl I met and became good friends with at the Cannes Film Festival in France. Sarah thought it would be a good idea to set me and her sister up despite the obvious distance in between California (where I live) and Florida (where they live). So I made a video for her sister and got one back, and thus we started talking in June 09, and I am going out to Florida in January 2010... Thus, a good reason to make such a video!

Here's Emily's video response:

In Response from Sarah Wilson on Vimeo.

There are so many things I love about this.

Happy frozen Friday.

this little piggy

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 16:12:00 +0000

I think my pinky is broken from this day, or re-healed in a not-optimal way, which is too bad. It wasn't until I couldn't grip very well or bend the pinky all the way that I realized how important each and every one of my fingers are. It's sort of like when I think I broke my thumb. Twice.

Anyway, I don't even know why I'm talking about this except that I'm currently trying to give my pinky some physical therapy.

On an unrelated note, yesterday was a weird, not-great day for everyone living under the roof of my house. Causes of this: (Roommate 1) One car accident/hitting the median a few times/black ice/$120 ticket/$180 tow/car repairs/sore back/no car/rental car/calling insurance company/etc., (Roommate 2) seven-and-a-half rejections/many tears, (Roommate 3) broken-down car/not calling anyone for a pick-up/walking home in 6º from 3300 South and I-15 (5.8 miles according to Google Maps)/frozen/no car, and (Roommate 4) being in a commercial/sneezing on a guy/not that weird or upsetting, but the weirdness rubbed off/sympathy was appreciated. So we all drank Mrs. Field's hot chocolate and watched An Affair to Remember in our pajamas accompanied by our Christmas tree and lights. It helped.

perfect winter song

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 18:11:00 +0000

Thanks Seung Jung.

Now I need to make a good playlist, hunker down, and get some work done.

yes. often.

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 20:49:00 +0000

from here

No, really. Are you talking about me?

(UPDATE: Found out it's from Gut Symmetries by Jeanette Winterson)

songs on repeat all day

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 17:30:00 +0000

and all this—just to forget a pair of eyes

words from here, photo from here

slaves to the in-n-out craze

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 22:05:00 +0000

Utah loves chain restaurants so much.

perplexing.

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 17:56:00 +0000

It's a bad thing if my Christmas tree hasn't been drinking its water, right? I cut off the bottom and everything, so I feel like it should be more thirsty. This worries me.

I'm also worried about Duke, who I'm currently dog-sitting. Duke's owner wanted me to put him in the backyard during the day while I'm at work (since he has a doghouse), but—windchill excluded—it is FRIGID outside. I've been worried about him all morning.

coney island dream

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Sat, 05 Dec 2009 08:24:00 +0000

My friend, Josh Brown, made this. It is a pretty little thing. A lonely, pretty little thing.

Coney Island Dream from Joshua Brown on Vimeo.

there's magic in my house

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 22:23:00 +0000

break off this shell

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:04:00 +0000

My dad just left the Dulles airport for Kandahar, and I wasn't expecting to be upset at all, to care at all. But I am. I do.

Perhaps God is trying to tell me something.

if people were rain, i was drizzle and she was a hurricane

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:45:00 +0000

I read a quote from this book on a blog that I follow. I probably won't ever read the book, but these words are perfect.

what's your secret

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 20:36:00 +0000

Favorite thing today.

I never knew that PostSecret is the group that makes these. Best part: 3:56-4:11. See the others here if, by chance, you haven't by now.

I'm trying to figure out what I would ask if I made a Fifty People One Question video.

it'll be magical

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:06:00 +0000

I purchased a Christmas tree yesterday, and because I was scared that my tree would take a tumble into the road, I bought it from the extremely-nearby Rite Aid. I lifted my carefully-selected and highly-anticipated tree onto the roof of my car, secured it with some rope, and drove uncharacteristically slowly to my house. I then borrowed a hand saw from some neighbors, tried—unsuccessfully for a time—to saw off and/or pry the boards and nails attached to the bottom of the tree (insert mild expletive), and sawed off a bottom layer of the trunk. Right now the bare tree is nestled in its stand, apron draped at its trunk, waiting for my roommates and me to bring it to life with lights, ornaments and magic.

Semi-relating story: I lived in Ventura, California until I was eight, and one California December my family was driving home on the highway with our carefully-selected and highly-anticipated Christmas tree on the roof of our wood-paneled station wagon. At some point the tree escaped its bindings and abandoned ship in the middle of busy California traffic. Chaos erupted from us kids. My dad pulled over, ran into the middle of the highway, and saved the tree and our Christmas from complete and utter destruction. No harm done.

new wallpaper

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 23:09:00 +0000

If I wasn't in the Christmas spirit before (I was), I sure am now.

Where's Mr. Tumnus?

"Neutra Face" a Lady Gaga parody

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 17:32:00 +0000

For you type geeks.

Gaga is insane.

all she wanted was a hug

noreply@blogger.com (becca) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:17:00 +0000

This article in the Modern Love section of The New York Times makes me feel weird. What is she trying to say anyway? I don't like it.

A missionary wants to obey the rules he has committed to obey, and therefore he chooses not to hug this girl. And this action of inaction somehow validates her disillusionment with the Church? That's her choice, I guess, but I'm positive that this girl isn't the first sister missionary to ever want a hug from an elder and not get one.