The weather is getting progressively nicer and warmer, and as much as I love the rise in temperature because it means summer is almost here, I also dread the day when I must wear shorts.
It hasn’t really gotten there yet. It’s been warm, but not that warm. And part of me wants to keep it that way, because my legs are paaaaaaaaaaale. I’m talking glaring, reflective white. The other day I wore shorts for the first time, and my friend told me that she recognized me from all the way across the oval because of my pale little legs. Not cool.
Of course, this is a vicious cycle. My legs will never tan if I swaddle them in jeans and other synthetic material for the entirety of summer. But as it is, my legs seem to have zero melanin in them, which, according to my pre-med friends, is the thing that makes you tan. So its impossible for me to tan anyway….?
My mom keeps telling me to just channel Nicole Kidman and be proud of it. Perhaps she has a point. But when my arms are blending in with my linen pants, I think we’ve got a problem.
Tonight a couple of my friends and I decided to temporarily shirk our responsibilities and head into Oklahoma City for some tacos. Wes has been trying to get us to go to Big Truck Tacos for a while now, and while we didn’t necessarily have the time, we went anyway. And it was fantastic.
The tacos were delicious. The ingredients are all fresh, and some of it is kinda crazy. For example, my taco consisted of hickory smoked tongue, avocados, pico, and lettuce. Yup, I ate cow tongue today, and it was soooooo goooooood. No wonder buffalo tongue was a delicacy way back when. Basically, its just really soft, tender meat. Yummy.
And the atmosphere is fun. The place has the feel of a little dive restaurant, an off-the-beaten-track gem. It was packed inside, so we found a table out on the patio and ate there. The air was warm, with a gentle breeze, and the settling dusk gave the evening that enchanting feel that only comes with summer evenings.
This cartoon was written by Mark Potts and published in our school newspaper, the OU Daily, a couple days ago. Love it!
“What does the future hold, for any of us? Does where we come from define who we will be? I guess in some way we’re all trying to figure out who we want to become. Some people are born into privilege, but privilege is relative, and what we’ve really been given is a responsibility to give back. Human to Human. We all come from somewhere, but that’s not what life’s about. Think instead of where you can go.”
– “Go” IC
(Side note: I’m not really sure who–or what– “Go” IC is… any guesses?)
I’m thinking that if I ever get a hankering to be all film-nerdy and want to put lots of references to other films in my movies, I am going to go back to the end of this music video and copy that guy playing the piano in his whitey tighties.
Greg Mortenson, author of the incredible book Three Cups of Tea, came to speak here at the University of Oklahoma about a week ago. The speech, which had originally been scheduled for a Thursday morning in a small auditorium, had moved to two different, larger venues before finally settling on the Lloyd Noble Center (our basketball arena) on a Wednesday evening to accommodate the large number of people that would be in attendance.
My friend Valerie and I got there about an hour early because I really wanted good seats (I’d been looking forward to this event since January). Since we were there so early, we got to sit very close to the front– close enough to be able to look at the real guy and not have to watch his face on the giant screen behind him.
Overall, the speech was great. My favorite part about Mortenson’s event is that he really isn’t all that great of a speaker.
In fact, he was rather endearing in the way he bumbled along through his slides. There wasn’t really a focus or driving force behind his presentation, and from what I could tell, he was merely taking us through the general outline of his book, highlighting the cool parts of his story. He did have some fascinating facts and quotes inserted in his speech that I hadn’t heard before though.
The best part is you can tell that this is a man who found something he was passionate about and went for it. Nothing more. He obviously never intended to become famous, nor does he love the limelight. In fact, I’m pretty sure he says in his book that he really dislikes public speaking. And yet he does this almost every day (he visited over 150 schools in the last year — one every other day), because he knows that in doing things like this, he is able to fund his work building schools.
I have an immense respect for the man, and while one couldn’t say that his speech (the exact words themselves) were particularly enlightening, I left feeling lighter and more full of hope and energy than when I came in. Something about meeting a man following his passion and living his dream is such an inspiration.
In the midst of this crazy hectic cycle of papers, packing, exams, T.A. office hours, shopping for internship clothing, moving into my new house, award ceremonies, meeting up again with old friends, and enrolling for classes (still), I am trying to remember that there is light at the end of the darkness– wait, that’s a silly analogy. How about… I’m swimming frantically, not sinking yet, and getting closer to the shore every day. Not much better, but it’ll do.
Anyway, I counted today and I have TEN DAYS LEFT until I am flying to France! Crazy! I’ve never been to Europe before, and I cannot wait! The thoughts of all the fun I am going to have at the Cannes Film Festival are keeping me sane and going during these next two weeks. I just need to survive this last push of schoolwork and responsibilities, and then I am freeeeeeeeeee!
If you will call your troubles experiences, and remember that every experience develops some latent force within you, you will grow vigorous and happy, however adverse your circumstances may seem to be.
The problem with creeping on random people on Facebook while studying in the crowded, very public library is that you never know who is sitting behind you. And you never know who they know.
Yesterday, I watched this girl (whom I’ve never seen before) go through a ton of my friend Valerie’s profile pictures and then segue from there into my entire photo album of Los Angeles. It was a very surreal experience, watching a stranger scrutinize my pictures.
I’m thinking its time to reset my privacy settings.