Texting

So first click here (it's not really necessary to read everything just skim for basic ideas):

http://www.pick-up-artist-forum.com/7-essential-rules-of-texting-vt12230.html



My first theory from reading this is chivalry is like dinosaurs and didn't disappear but rather evolved, taking the form of heightened paranoia infused douchebaggery. But we haven't the time so, more generally, texting. How the hell did we get the text message? I text all the time, yet I hate it. A form of communication that actually slows a message down while adding ambiguity. Its just barely better than smoke signals.

I miss when phone calls were the way of avoiding confrontation and rejection.

Irony, Red Sox & Earth Day

In order to celebrate Earth Day, the Red Sox wore completely new uniforms onto the field. This doesn't make much sense practically speaking- or sensibly speaking really. They could have very easily REDUCED the amount of material used by REUSING any of the different jerseys they already have. Might I suggest RECYCLING the St. Patty's Day one- everyone was too drunk to remember what it was anyhoo.

I'm not really angry at all, in fact I think there is a very good argument out there about how just getting people aware of the issue far outweighs the extra embrodery. But, by the same token, I think it's worth evaluating what it says about us. A great deal of marketing revolves around the perception of supporting a good, often highly politisized, issue. Take Whole Foods for instance, don't we all feel better- more active more concered- when we're in there because they have a blue trash can for recyclables? Who knows if anything is being done (and I hope it is) but yet I associate Whole Foods with being concerned and connected. The Red Sox applied the same principle tonight. All in all though, congratuations on the 7-3 win. Also importnat to note, the game wasn't rained out either so mother nature was apparently appeased by the counterintuitive display.

Tank Tops

Summer is just around the bend. Well I hope anyway, this whole April showers bring May flowers- not as cute as it sounds. What I am very excited for, however, is the kick-off of tank top season, sometimes known as summer. I'm not talking about the spaghetti straps, letting-it-ALL-hang-out kind, but a simple, sporty, classy tank top. Look how comfortable this lady above is. She is the embodiment of simple yet unexpectedly sexy, right?

I can't wait for summer when I can walk around the Charles in jeans and a tank top, a black one maybe blue if I am feeling a little more spicy, listening to music and dare I say getting a tan. As it's April 21, in a month this dream may (get it?) just about be a reality!

I was too obvious

Today I spent 8 hours in the library to finish a 5 page paper that I had already done all the research for. When I came home it took me an hour an 15 minutes and like that I was done with my last college assignment.

This posting isn't about complaining over writing this paper- it was actually a very interesting topic, but instead sheer disappointment over my poor acting. I wasn't fooling anyone, especially myself, it's obvious why I took so long to write something so perfunctory. I didn't want to say good-bye and I didn't want it to be over.

I am going to miss the stress and the worry the most. I'm going to crave the anxiety that makes how much I care salient and tangible. I've spent years personifying stress so he'll push me harder and remind me where I'm going. It feels as though with out that next deadline I'm going to lose track of time. With out time I don't have goals and with out goals I have no way of defining myself.

I was too obvious about why I spent 8 hours in the library. I'm not ready to let go.

Good Old War - Coney Island

Good Old War - Coney Island from If You Make It on Vimeo.

Through my blog surfing, I came across the Pink Couch Sessions. I enjoyed Coney Island by Good Old War the most. I'm surprised that I like them, because they sound very country. I like their vocals, harmonies and lyrics. Natalie just said they sound very 90s alternative, which I think it describes it well. I wish I could see them live. Unfortunately, they will be in Philly when I am on a bus en route home. If I was at home in May, I would drive to Asbury Park to see them at the Stone Pnony. I don't think it's worth it to go to Providence tonight to see them at RISD. Hopefully they will come to Boston soon.

This blog stinks

Our blog stinks.
I guess we'll just have to be content with being interesting in real life.

Fmylife.com

Hello!

This is my first posting ever, very exciting moment for me. With that said there are a couple of things to get through first before I can go on with my blogging, in the bloggoshere (look at me with the jargon, if I hadn't been so up front you wouldn't have even known...)

1. Hi, my name is Malery

2. I completely lack the cultural forte of my co-bloggers- well master bloggers, really, let us not kid ourselves- I am an apprentice at best.

3. This first blog will be entirely unfunny. Quite possibly uninteresting. Its sort of like how I wear a trash bag on first dates and then refuse to engage in conversation. This way if I ever do anything you're both surprised and pleased!

Onward!

I recently discovered this new website fmylife.com. I discovered it like most great discoveries, someone telling me (Hey Columbus go thatta way and you'll get the second Monday of October named after you...Every year) It was like that. So anyway I went to fmylife.com and if you haven't been, you must. It's hilarious.

What was pointed out to me was that, impurically at least, it shouldn't be funny. Many the posts are quite depressing and the website is acutally short for fuck my life (don't put too much thought into what that would literally mean). Why in the world should I find that interesting?

Then it dawned on me- while I can't personally relate to many of these stories, I never have walked in on my English and Math teacher getting it on (French and Biology- much different) I can relate to the very human aspect behind them. Our entire lives we are told stories about "humanity" but because as we get older and they aren't as far fetched as Snow White not realizing the improbablity of forest creatures following her about, we think they might be true. But lets face it, movies, songs (blogs?) still only like to tell stories with happy endings, or at the very least the very token of YOU caring about them makes it important and somehow breaths life and hope into the story, which in all fairness isn't the way life really works.

Which brings me back to fmylife.com. Dispite how sad some may be or predicatble or painful, those people are sharing their stories, and they are sharing them because of some intangible human consciousness. Just knowing, somehow, that everyone can relate to that eek feeling.

-Malery

Music-Love Adventures

Last week some time, Ruthanne launched her epic operation to organize show-going. It was intense: there were emails, phone calls, lists, price tallies, and entire pages set aside in her planner. There was some serious thinking ahead going on here. 

At first, of course, there was resistance, skepticism, and flakiness on my part. Planning?! I would think uncomfortably. Thinking ahead??? I hesitated committing to ten whole dollars for a ticket. And did I want to go see Tapes n Tapes or Ben Kweller, who were both playing on the same night. 

Still, though, last Saturday I embarked on an epic troll with through Cambridge plucking tickets from the hands of bored hipster box office employees and braving the cruel February wind, all for the promise of live music, Ruthatalie adventures. 

And a Ruthatalie adventure there was - Passion Pit came to the Middle East friday night, amid the thunderous excitement that can only belong to the band's hometown crowd, raucously celebrating the return of their musical beloveds. We'd seen Passion Pit a year ago at NU, but even in that short time, there was a marked change to the atmosphere, the look, the presence of the band. Wow, I thought. I've been in Hawaii for a while. 

We left right after the encore, and grabbed the bus before the crowd, spinning over the dark nighttime waters of the Charles, peaceful in our silent, uncrowded bus, comfortable in that dried-sweat after-show freshness feel.

Not a bad way to start off Operation Ruthanne's Neuroticism. 

1 down; and counting. 

The only funny part about last night

Last night, Natalie and I got dressed to go to a "Would you still be friends with me if I wore this" Northeastern party and instead when to some Truly Hardcore Metal Hipster party in Allston.......AND fit in perfectly.


This Truly Hardcore Metal Hipster party in Allston would have had the Northeastern 'hipsters' shaking in their little brightly colored Bodega shoes. It's what the Music Industry classes don't teach you.

To be fair, we fit in as well as Jemaine Clement at a frat party (before FOTC becomes hip with the bros), so I guess not at all. We left enlightened, came home, and ate girl scout cookies.

Matt & Kim: Daylight Music Video

Since Natalie and I are currently living in the same room, and no longer "transamericanika" from each other, we will probably post even less frequently than we had before. Instead of trying to coordinate long distance phone calls with a 5-6 hour time difference in between us, we can now just say something like, "HEY! Come over to my side of the room and look at this!" or have lengthy discussions late at night about the movies that we will someday make.

Anyway, last week Natalie introduced me to the band Matt & Kim. She said they were like an edgier Mates of State. I have had their song, "Daylight" on repeat ever since. Today I finally looked up the music video to it, and it is incredibly adorable. It's the kind of music video that would make Natalie depressed, which means it's pretty awesome, and she needs to see it anyway!





I hope to see them when they come to Boston on March 22nd! Fingers crossed!