post ?: widespread celebrities

last week, i went to vibe's dance show "move" at the covey center. i absolutely love the studio's performances as they are just fun to watch. cousin tyler is close friends with the studio's owners, and we received tickets to see a performance with derek hough. i guess he is on 'dancing with the stars' but i recognized him from the various clips shown on one of my favorite shows, 'the soup'.



i felt so cool, being in the same room as this tv dancer and all. i texted Boyfriend, telling him how much he was missing out on being in the same room as a celebrity. needless to say, Boyfriend was not nearly as impressed as i was, and said that he enjoyed his walk with Mister Man.

personally, i feel a connection to houghs. i think that my soul was meant to be in derek hough's older sister's body.



there was obviously some mix up in heaven. my soul tells me that i am a beautiful blonde haired, blue eyed beauty.

i wonder if she feels the same way?

but really, how cool is reality tv... we all can be celebrities now with these "dancing with the stars" and "jersey shore" shows. lovely!

post nine. feel good tv.

do we still want feel good television?

my answer: yes, yes, and a resounding yes!

my point: glee.

yes, there are dirty jokes. a mature plot. but all in all, we're watching a group of high schooler misfits sing their hearts out and form a make-shift family of goonies.

does your heart pitter-patter when you watch this? because mine does.



and where can i get one of those mattresses... they are wonderfully huge! my bed-hogging husky and i would have more than enough room to sleep on one of those

post 8: media etiquette

discussing basketball player greg oden's nude text-photos scandal, Boyfriend and cousin remarked that there should be a Media 101 class for life. i happen to think this is a fabulous idea. some media-users just don't seem to know where the line is.

things that cross the line:

texting nude photos? generally a great idea to avoid (especially if you're in the public eye OR underage)

blogging on a popular mommy-blog about your eldest son's suicide attempt? i'd say a faux paux.

ranting about someone by name? libel suits just got easier! (oh, dooce.com)

post seven: educational media

To allude to Prof. Coyne's "Single Babies" clip shown in class this past Thursday...

If media can teach babies how to dance, can it teach dogs how to sing?



i think so.


me, trying to teach dogs to sing

Post 6: Haiti

The day before news of the big Haiti quake struck, I was reading Tim Ferris' "4 Hour Workweek" and vowed to take his challenge of not watching/reading the news. Maybe this was a blessing in disguise for me.

On Discovery Channel, Michelle Obama has been coming on at almost every commercial break to talk about Haiti and the disturbing pictures of the quake. She warned me. I didn't pay attention though - I was much more focused on her eyes, watching them dart back and forth across the que cards. I'm weird like that.

So, when the news of an aftermath in Haiti struck me (ok ok my computer 'home' site is ksl) I thought it was time to man up and look.


"hold him!" my maternal instincts are crying to me

















happy toddler reunited with mom

post v: a cell phone

"How old were you when you got your first cell phone?" Boyfriend asked me.

"Thirteen or fourteen, I think" I replied.

"Did you ever think that cell phones would come to this?" he asked, as my phone told me (from the car dock, mind you) that I needed to exit the freeway in another mile to arrive at my desired destination, Blue Lemon Bistro.




I must have been in kindergarden or first grade when my parents got their first cell phones. I remember that day a little bit. It was during Christmas break, and my mom and I had to drive up to L.A. to get the phones. From my memory, these phones were HUGE - something like a walkie-talkie you'd take hiking in the Amazon. My parents even got leather/plastic protective cases for their phones. That was my favorite part of the phone - the squeaky plastic/leather covering.




I had no idea that cell phones would ever evolve to this point. Charles Darwin would be proud. My current cell phone not only gives me accurate directions, but also tracks my location. Not to mention the standard cell phone accessories - internet, email, camera/video. Somehow, my cell phone new that I was out of town this weekend. My cell phone even told me of a variety of different restaurants, grocery stores, entertainment. near Chateau Tyler, where I was staying. Restaurants were sorted under category (chinese, pizza, diner...) and then either rating or distance from my location. I am sure that there are a bazillion other things that my phone can and will do; I just haven't discovered it yet.


So, I was confident in my answer to Boyfriend.
"Definitely not... I was so excited that my phone's screen lit up blue!"

Post Four: The Path of a Picture

I am a faunt (fake-aunt) to these cuties and their Christmas present, Lucky.

The path of a picture.
Taken: 1/9/2010 on Boyfriend's iPhone.
Distributed: 1/9/2010 to myself, my parents, and Boyfriend's parents via email from iPhone.
Downloaded: 1/9/2010 to my laptop's hard-drive.
Posted: 1/10/2010 on my personal blog.
Viewed: ????? by internet community.
Posted: 1/13/2010 on media blog.

Post III: Youtube

Youtube.

What a great form of media.

I just absolutely love that television programs are beginning to jump on the bandwagon. Example?

grape lady reporter falling


family guy jumped on this bandwagon, too.


How crazy is this?!?! But wait, there is more...



He likes turtles. And with 15 MILLION plus hits on Youtube, we apparently like him!

An episode of Scrubs makes an homage to this, with Ken-doll Keith. Sorry... I couldn't find a clip online..


Homages are just great!

Post II: Anthropologie

Oh, Anthropologie. How much I love your store... your clothes... the lifestyle that you sell to me, as overpriced as it may be.

I refused to buy your products for the first year of our relationship... but then... when a store suddenly appeared a mere 10 minute drive from my parents home... I saw it as a sign. Our relationship blossomed. I fell in love.

You presented me (well, in all honestly, my mom) with totals that are better representative of a month's rent, instead of clothing purchases.

my soul is here, in this lime green dress, lounging by an open window by the spanish breeze...


I justified you, myself, OUR purchases.

yes, if i wore you only once, lime green dress, that would be $138. but if i wore you twice, you would be $69 - a little expensive for a dress, yes... and three times... $46... and by our fourth time together, lime green dress, you would be $35 - a price i'd find at Target...

linens! look at how beautiful these are!!!

nevermind my resolution to only buy white bedlinens... i could make an exception for you, anthropologie

anthro and i are on quite intimate terms, you see.
anthro knows my email address.
anthro even knows where i live.

but as i flipped through the january 2010 catalog, i had an epiphany when i saw this:



i was ready to go out and chop off my hair, my long-brown, grown out for years hair, for this cute bob.
(i have resolved myself to long hair until motherhood, where the hair seemingly gets shorter and shorter with each child. i might as well have long hair until then, for i won't have this hair again... until my children are old, and i will be sporting gray locks down to my waist)

why was i so impulsive, considering cutting off my hair to achieve this model's look?

i realized that, no, it's not the hair. it is what the hair represents.
summer time, full of freedom to smell the flowers, be outside late into the evening, feeling the suns warm rays kiss my shoulders.

i suppose this can be transposed to all of anthropologies sales to me. it's not necessairly the stores quality... it is that the store is an emblem of everything i want to be.
creative, carefree, poised - effortlessly beautiful.

kudos to you, anthropologie.
you have brainwashed and capitalized on me.

Post One: Humane Society Ads

Over Christmas break, while trying out the whole sedentary lifestyle and spending 10+ hours on the couch daily, I came across many of the commercials for the Humane Society. You know, the ones that play the Sara McLaughlin music lightly in the background, while flashing video clip of abused, forlorn, injured animals that you'd expect to see walking the streets of a third world country - not in an American kennel.

If my mom was in the room, she would make me change the channel - lest she start crying over the pitiful faces.

This got me thinking: the Humane Society is missing their mark. Judging by the toll free number at the bottom of the screen, the society is banking on the fact that good-hearted Americans, waiting for their sitcom to come back from commercial break, will get out their wallets and donate. That is the goal of the commercial, I believe - to get donated funds.

But if so many good-hearted Americans, like my mother, are shocked into changing the channel ... do they even get to see the number to call? I bet they have already changed the channel. Does the target audience even make it to the uplifting message at the end - where these animals are loved back to health and adopted by a 7-year-old girl who really really REALLY wants a kitty? No - because that part of the commercial doesn't exist.

Maybe it's just me, but when I'm waiting for Ellen Degeneres to return from commercial break, I would much rather see a few sad clips of animals (if I must see any at all), and then see all of the animals getting adopted out to loving families. Seems like that would be much more effective... Because when I see those Humane Society ads, I don't want to donate money... I want to adopt. All of the little pitiful faces. Right now. Because my money will not treat them as well as I will, I know it!

(Yes, I will be 'The Cat Lady' in life - I have already resolved myself to this fate)

Now let me get off my soap-box.


Note: The dog at the top of the blog is my very own, affectionately called Mister Man (although his name is Xerxes). Despite his forlorn look, he does not have much to be depressed about. He has quite the sweet life - filled with walks, treats, bones, more love and attention than he could ever need, and naps on a big, queen sized bed - and I would trade him places any day.