Giggles

So it's confession time. One of my guilty pleasures is American Idol, and I watched tonight as they picked the top 24. It was exciting and ridiculously dramatic. But mostly it reminded my sister and I of a magical little moment we witness a few years ago with season 7. Every year after the top 24 are picked they have all of the contestants dance individually for about a second of camera time. Well season 7 brought us the mad dance stylings of Jason Castro. Watch carefully around 35 seconds. And I apologize for the lack of sound, it's not my fault.



I doubt you find it as hilarious as my sister and I, but I thought I'd share it anyway.

Catching up

So there is a good chance this will evolve into a long post. Just a friendly warning. There are a few items on my mind this evening. Firstly, my cat is chewing on my shoe, not unlike what a puppy does. I'm a little confused, but grateful that it's an old, ugly shoe and not a cute one. Secondly, I am knitting socks. I have decided it's a silly fear I have, and that there is no reason why I cannot successfully knit a pair of socks. So at Joann's the other day I purchased some sock weight yarn and here I go.
Thirdly, I wanted to post some pictures of myself purely for documentation. Saturday was a good friend's birthday party with the theme "A Star Studded Event". We were all expected to dress as a famous movie star, singer, fictional character, whatever, as long as you were dressed up. So I decided to go as my celebrity look-alike, Molly Ringwald, but more specifically, Molly Ringwald in Pretty in Pink. At least I modeled my outfit from her wardrobe in the movie. So I felt like it was a pretty successful endeavor. What do you think?



But sadly enough, not many people knew who I was, let alone who she was. I was kind of disappointed. I found it amusing though to see some of my friends who took the party as an excuse to imitate a well known, current celebrity, therefore, to look hot. While I took it as an excuse to look like a weirdo from the 80's. Such is me. Which I think is a perfect example of the binding thread that is the gospel. A good number of my friends have almost nothing in common with me, example, this party. Yet we're good friends because we have that common ground of the gospel in our lives and it's enough for now. Luckily I do have some terrific friends who I do have things in common with, making conversation infinitely more fulfilling. Not that I don't love my other friends dearly, I just find that we run out of things to say to each other sometimes. But that is life, and I'm happy with it.
So to change the topic entirely, I just wanted to babble for a minute about the abstract expressionists again. They've just been on my mind. Between learning about them academically in class, and reading about them even just a tiny bit in Kurt Vonnegut's Bluebeard, I find them frequenting my thoughts and conversations. So this is completely random, but for some reason I find them attractive. More specifically Jackson Pollock and Willem DeKooning. Well mostly it's just because I stumbled across different photos of them in my text and just think they look good. I don't know if it's the masculine t-shirt and jeans or if it's just knowing their work, but man do they look fine.




I honestly think it's just me, but what can you do. Which ironically enough they're both pictured with their wives. Pollock with Lee Krasner, and DeKooning with Elaine. Both of which were amazing artists in and of themselves, but poorly recognized in the shadows of their husbands. It's a sad story, but not uncommon.
Anyway, it's time for sleep to put an end to my nonsensical babblings.