Happy 17th Birthday to my little sister!
In honor of April's birthday, visit The Spoon Sisters for lots of fun shopping.
Today I received a comment from a certain Barquan Johnson. Barquan (Brian) is one of my students and is the kind of person who will end up being a millionaire or else end up in jail. It could go either way.
Brian is guest posting today, something that required him to take over my computer and write thoughtfully for 25 minutes. He had a million posting ideas, but I suggested that he start with something simple about blogs. All the grammar, spelling, and thoughts are his. If you have never spent time with high schoolers, this will be an opportunity to see what I deal with everyday. Every. Single. Day.
What i know about blogs...by Barquan
As i have found out from my friend "Kevin" blogs are stupid and pointless; where nobody will actually go to your page and read about your boing life that you try to hype up and make interesting (in which my friend sliceofpink.com is not one of those). But he doesnt realize that someone is always interested in going to blogs, whether it be for NUDITY or to hear about experiences in hotel rooms. Blogs can also be about FRIED CHICKEN!
As i have noticed is the past 45 minutes, i have absolutly nothing to say.....BLOG ARE FREAKING HARD! So, to help other brotha and sista out, i have decided that i am going to talk about things you can blog about.
+ Writting blogs
+ Other peoples blogs
+ How people comment about blogs
+ How many hits people get in a day
+ How much you spend in a month
+ How much a domain costs and how confusing it is to do
+ How your fone "drops a call" when you really dont want to talk to the person
+ Passing off BAD chineese food
+ How chineese food is different between mandarin gate and great wall manderin food
+ How "I" comes after "S" in safari
+ How nerdy students go crazy over a photo contest only to POSSIBLY win a computer
+ (how barquan is running out of topics)
+ How jeans make you butt look big
+ Why vegetarians dont eat meat, but then eat tortillas (which is made with lard, by the way) which is defended by "lard is fat not meat" but you have to still KILL the animal to get the fat.......retorted with "what if the pig got liposuction?"....WUT DA FOOZIE, what kind of argument is that? This is the part where i need your help...SliceofPink.com decided that i am not welcome back unless i get 20 comments. you can post ideas for blogs, or even just how sexy i look with my microphone. I have recently been told that i am a sexy beast, but they might just be saying that....i need your thoughts. Please and thank you.
There it is. If Brian gets 20 comments, I will let him write another post for your enjoyment. He also just asked me, seriously, "what goes good with a leather jacket?" Maybe you have a good answer for that.
Today Apple is announcing the assignment for the first Insomnia Photo Festival, a challenge to shoot the perfect photograph in 24 hours.
You have to have a Mac, be a student of some sort, register by 5pm EST, and have some free time in the next day or two, but you could win a 15 inch MacBook Pro, a copy of Aperture, and an 80GB iPod.
Let's get snapping!
I just opened my last box of frozen Thin Mints and it is not even May yet. It is tragic, really.
Happy odds, ends, and links:
Have y'all seen the new Moleskine City Guides?
My friend and fellow Book Lovah, Sara, started a new blog. Here's an excerpt from one of her first posts:
We will sit on my AstroTurf lawn under the flamingo lights, and the pink flamingo lawn decorations will complete the scene. Happiness. Pink Flamingo Happiness.
The pink. We do love the pink.
Over the weekend, I went to an Art Walk at the Brewery, the world's largest artist colony, located in downtown Los Angeles. We visited dozens of lofts and studios including the homes of Mike Pedersen, Meghan McMahon, Guillermo Bert, Christine Morla, Darrah Danielle, and, my favorite, Sean Sobczak who creates giant, lighted sea creatures. He should let me photograph his work, because his website does not do these amazing sculptures justice.
We also met Bruce Gray whose sculptures have been on all sorts of commercials, television shows, and feature films, from Austin Powers to Ally McBeal.
On Sunday, Will completed another triathlon, finishing 11th among the people in his age group. I'll post photos soon because it is always fun to see other people in tight spandex shorts. Right?
Last night I took a look at the last few weeks on my calendar and, as it turns out, we have spent 20 of the last 40 days in a hotel room. I love staying in hotels especially considering that the last few weeks have been spent in fancy, modern high-rise hotels and luxurious, grand resort hotels. I would live in a hotel if I could--laundry service, daily clean towels, crisp white sheets. Who needs 2000 square feet when you've got warm chocolate chip cookies delivered to your door and a bar right downstairs?
One of the funny things about hotels for Will and I is that we never get much sleep in a hotel. No matter how comfortable the beds and the pillows may be, no matter how exhausted we are from a day of sightseeing or robotics, no matter how late it may be, we cannot just go to sleep in a hotel.
Because of the television. The television, it is a terrible, terrible thing.
As you probably already know, we do not have television at home. I haven't seen American Idol or Project Runway or Survivor. We occasionally rent a television show from Netflix, but that's about the extent of our television viewing habits.
Unless we are in a hotel.
When we enter the hotel, almost as quickly as he sets down the luggage, Will turns on ESPN. When he goes to take a shower, I flip to E: True Hollywood Story. I also like the home decorating shows. I recently saw Design on a Dime, a home decorating show where three designers re-do a room on a "dime" which is actually $1000 which is not exactly the same thing if you ask me. I'd like to see what they can pull off with a $200 gift card to Target. That would be impressive. Will watched an entire show about turtles on Discovery two nights ago. I traded a leg massage for control of the remote. I wonder obsessively whether The Hills is supposed to be reality TV or just has really, really bad acting.
We are home now, thank goodness, because it is TV Turn Off Week. With the exception of some hotels rooms and visits to my in-laws' house, we have been TV free for five years. I don't know how we could have accomplished half the crap we made it through--degrees, the LSAT, triathlons, robotics, laundry--if we would have had a television. People always ask how we can possibly live without a television. I will tell you, not only have we actually not fallen down dead, we may have become better for it. At least we got some more laundry done.
If we ever do live at a Doubletree resort, which I hope we do, I guess we'll have to request that the TV be turned off.
I buy my peanut butter at Trader Joe's, which is where I do the majority of my grocery shopping. Trader Joe's peanut butter is delicious, but it requires refrigeration after opening. This cold peanut butter is practically unspreadable, ripping the bread when I try to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I find this highly aggravating.
Tips on Making a Relationship Last.
Brought to you by one of my classes of high school seniors.
They dictated this list to me and then approved the finished product.
You have to be able to lie. If you can't lie well, you won't last.
Know how to cope with jealousy.
Never be friends with Rob Norman. (Apparently this has something to do with the jealousy issue.)
Your girlfriend must be Mommy Approved.
When you have one finger pointing at the other person, remember that you have three fingers pointing at yourself.
Holidays are a touchy subject.
Try to get classes together.
Let the relationship evolve. When it evolves past you, it's over.
Don't say "I Love You" after three days.
Be able to talk. But don't force it. Don't make somebody talk if they don't feel like it.
Don't stop fights. Finish the fight until everything has been said.
Have big, epic fights that last for a few days rather than fighting about small, petty things all the time.
It's the little things that count.
Use coupons on the first date so you can find out if the girl is stuck up. If she is, dump her.
Get the Bottomless Fries at Red Robin because then you can share a burger and fill up on the fries.
But don't try to go to the dollar movies because it is dangerous there. Pay the $8.
Only one person can have an ego.
Stick up for your other half.
Don't be afraid to act like an idiot. Have fun.
You can't try to force your dude into being mature.
The thing about sex is: you need to either have none whatsoever or lots. If you try to meet in the middle, it won't work.
In the last four weeks, we have been to Los Angeles, San Diego, Philadelphia, Sacramento, Phoenix, and, finally, Atlanta. Atlanta was a nice grand finale of trips for the month--pulled pork, chicken and waffles, sweet tea, and Coca-Cola. In the South, you never have to worry about somebody slipping you a Pepsi and trying to pass it off as The Real Thing. Which it ain't.
I also met with two of my favorite blogging friends, Rachael and Katey. Rachael introduced me to the cutest-ever J-Lo and Katey took me to a knitting shop where I got some yarn and some stick thingys. I am going to knit a set of coasters. The intention was to make the coasters on the plane, but I was so afraid that TSA would take away my brand new sticks that I packed them into my suitcase at the last minute. I start coasters tomorrow. (For you knitters out there, I got the idea to make coasters when I noticed them all over the knitting store. It seemed coasters were very in vogue. Until I found out they were swatches. Swatches that look suspiciously like coasters.)
My co-advisor, who we will call Kevin, was pretty amazed at all this blog business. He couldn't grasp the concept of how and why I was meeting up with someone I met on the Internet. Kevin is one of my favorite people and so I tried to patiently explain the concept of a blog. I explained that there were political blogs, recipe blogs, sports blogs, celebrity blogs, food blogs, mommy blogs, blogs for everyone, really. Will and Rene tried to help.
What kind of blog, he wanted to know, was my blog, and why would people come and read it and then actually buy me gifts having never met me? No offense, he added.
And I couldn't really answer that. I don't know why y'all come round these parts. I visit certain blogs because they are smart or funny or inspiring or ridiculous or because I relate to them or because I can't wait to hear the next chapter in a story. Sometimes I visit a blog just because it is pretty. And, the truth is, I feel like I know y'all. Like we could meet up in a coffee shop and talk and laugh for hours. Which we have.
So, let's tell Kevin. Why do we do what we do and read what we read? And why So Pink, considering that nothing of real substance actually exists here? I'm gonna print out the comments for Kevin. Since he doesn't know much about the Internet, I'm sure he still prefers his memos in paper form.
$3.99: Bowl of cereal (twice)
$3.49: Pre-made peanut butter and jelly sandwich
$4.99: Small deodorant from hotel gift shop
$9.00: Beer flavored ice cream from the White Dog Cafe (twice)
$24.00: Two wire frogs
$8.00: Ticket to a museum for the purpose of using the restroom (the pee, it cannot wait)
$5.00: Soft Pretzel
$7.00: PB Loco Cinny Nilla peanut butter sandwich
Seems like small, insignificant purchases, but that crap adds up to $78.46. Which is a Banana Republic skirt. Imagine how cute that skirt would fit if I wasn't eating so much peanut butter, pretzels, and ice cream!
We are spending Easter at the Doubletree Resort in Scottsdale, Arizona. We originally came here to look at Arizona State University, the school I decided last week to attend for law school. Then we got here. About 40 minutes into the trip and we decided no way. So, instead of looking at apartments and whatnot, we have been swimming in our resort's amazing pool (one of two), drinking margaritas, and sleeping in. It has been relaxing and fabulous and a much needed break because in two days we will once again be flying cross country with twenty teens.
The main reason we decided not to move to Arizona? You can't really ride a bike. And if there is one thing I care about, almost more than I care about actually getting a law degree, it is getting rid of my car. I've been dreaming about a bicycle as my main form of transportation since the good ol' days at UCSB. Can't you see me on a beach cruiser with a basket picking out fruits and veggies at the local farmer's market? Me, too. And that's why I will be attending law school at this place. 34th ranked school, in-state public tuition, and the most bicycle friendly city in the United States. Wanna ride on my handlebars?
Yesterday I noticed that the Slice of Pink homepage was gone and had been replaced by some site selling tickets to see Eric Clapton and Mariah Carey. Apparently, I forgot to renew my site. It would have been awesome if they had sent me an email letting me know that I was about to get the boot. Instead, it was all pink one day and Mariah Carey the next. Please know, dear readers, that I would never, never, try to get you to purchase a ticket to Eric Clapton or Mariah Carey. I am not, however, against trying to get you to purchase a Banana Slicer. Because how cool is that! And useful! And fun! Don't y'all want one? I totally do.
When I saw that Pink was no longer pink, I immediately freaked out. As far as I could tell, it had been purchased by a company and I was not sure how much it would cost to get back. How much would I be willing to pay? $100? $500? $1000? Would I need to take up a collection? Would I have to become Slice of Yellow? Or Slice of Purple?
Luckily, the drama was short lived and two phone calls later I was again the owner of Slice of Pink for the bargain price of $36. I'm not sure how to get the actual stuff back on there, but at least it is possible and not lost to a website pirate or another lovah of the pink. Let's all breathe a sigh of relief. We don't have to go yellow.
The weekend before we left for Philly, Will, Kiley, Benji and I took a quick trip to San Diego to attend a robotics tournament. We were going to scout out our competition for the upcoming trip to Atlanta. We never actually made it to the robotics competition.
First, we made a wrong turn and ended up in Palm Springs, which is marked with a pink star to the right of our route on the map below. We were chatting and laughing and paying absolutely no attention to the fact that we were on the completely wrong freeway until, hi, welcome to Palm Springs.
Then we went to Dick's Last Resort. With the intentionally rude waiters, the good beer, the inappropriate paper hats, and the even more inappropriate balloon animals, you can only go to Dick's if you have loose morals. Which we do.
Then there was this:
It came down to a choice between robots and margaritas. The margaritas won. All three days.
In the last three weeks I spent, oh, about 48 hours at home. All of that time was spent doing the laundry minus the 8 hours I spent in urgent care for some unidentified lingering illness. I had self-diagnosed it as a bad sinus infection. The doctor didn't necessarily agree, but she also didn't suggest it was anything else, other than something that required antibiotics. Do you ever get the impression that your doctor has no idea what she is talking about?
We spent some time in Los Angeles and some time in San Diego and spent the last week in Philadelphia with 30 students eating lots of cheesesteak and pretzels and, weirdly enough, cereal at $3.99 a bowl. Yes, you can buy a whole box of cereal for that much but it's not nearly as fun.
Traveling with students is a fun experience but it is also horrible and exhausting and, no matter how organized you try to be, it is frantic and frenzied and hectic. During the Philadelphia trip alone, all of the following occurred:
2 lost cameras
1 lost wallet
1 lost ring
1 lost medal
2 lost jerseys
1 sprained ankle
1 hurt knee
1 102 degree fever
You can't take kids anywhere. And, yet, we're all packing up for Atlanta next week, the kids included. I guess we do need somebody to drive the robot and run to get our morning coffee.
Last night I got five hours of sleep, which would be fine except that I had been awake for 22 straight hours prior to that. I have lots of photos to post but first I am going to take a nice long twelve hour nap.