Monday, April 18, 2011
sometimes i feel like this...
"I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter, scraped over too much bread." -Bilbo Baggins
Thursday, April 7, 2011
update
now netflix bills me as both a "sentimental foreign drama" lover and a "quirky romantic independent" so i think they're pretty right on with those guesses.
"God's whore!"
it's been a while since i've blogged about anything. to be honest, there's nothing exciting going on in my life besides personal things that are not really my intention to share in a public forum. now, i'm going to negate everything i just said.
i've been painting, reading, working on my brazil book which is 9 chapters in. more importantly, i've been doing publishing research. that's the most important part of my book writing so far, and will be expensive. i don't foresee it happening in the next year. i see it happening two years out. i will be going to cabo san lucas for a friend's wedding in july and i plan to take a trip to spain again after august.
i have been watching a lot of netflix movies. according to netflix, i am a "cerebral romantic". so here are few of my recent favorites:
broken english
breaking upwards
easy a
anything woody allen
anything with parker posey
500 days of summer
favorite movies i could watch over and over?
50 first dates
the royal tenenbaums
lajette
a man and a woman
plein soleil (my favorite movie, #1 with a bullet)
lord of the rings (1 and 2--not 3 so much)
movies i'm ashamed of liking:
fever pitch (jimmy fallon ... he's so dreamy. and drew barrymore, total goddess)
ten things i hate about you
to punctuate this non-sequitur, i'll start by saying that i have a short attention span. i haven't the patience to finish a project from start to finish without having something on the back burner. it took me three months to read eat pray love, partly because it was a boring book that was talked up, and partly because i don't really enjoy reading stories. i like to read reference books like the world atlas and leonardo's notebooks, the portuguese dictionary, and 1,000 things to see before you die. suffering through the pages of a book i thought would be a little more intelligent and a lot more inspiring took a while. in the meantime, i managed to get a job offer examining the social networking trends in brazil. it still hasn't come to fruition, so i won't go into detail about that.
i have also been researching how to submit travel articles to smaller publications to launch a full-time passion into a possible new career path. i'm starting small, taking baby steps, but thinking big. my ultimate dream is to write for conde naste. they have offices all over the world, and the possibility of traveling and writing about it and actually making money is almost an impossible dream. i have an art degree, but realized that i would never want to rely on making art to make a living. turning a hobby into a full time job is not wise. i don't love it enough to make my livelihood rely on it, and frankly, i'm not that great of an artist.
i have been doing hair for 17 years and i do love my job. i also want to do something that challenges me more, gets me outdoors exploring and absorbing, being with myself a little more, being introspective, but also meeting new and interesting people. i do meet interesting people all the time doing hair, and i like that aspect. but i long for change, something new to learn, to grow from. and so travel is where i find that nourishment that keeps life fulfilling in a mad world of suffering and paycuts, tsunamis, abortion, legal battles, etc.
i have been told i have high blood pressure.
did you know there's a "dirty italian" book? stay with me. this gets better. you can learn dirty phrases in italian. when my french friend and i were learning spanish together, one of our books was a dirty spanish book with the same idea. so we learned some dirty phrases, most of which i have forgotten. i told her i had to know all the french cuss words. she taught them to me, cause after all, that's the first thing you learn in any language. it was the first thing i learned in portuguese. i know how to say "suck my cock" "pussy" "mother fucker" and "son of a bitch" in portuguese. my spanish cuss words aren't up to par. i know "bastard" and "son of a bitch" and "suck my balls: (or ball for cancer victims) and
in french,
let me just say the french have the BEST cuss words ever! they have words like "god's whore". add blasphemy to any cuss word and you have an exclamation point (!)
well, that pretty much catches us up.
i've been painting, reading, working on my brazil book which is 9 chapters in. more importantly, i've been doing publishing research. that's the most important part of my book writing so far, and will be expensive. i don't foresee it happening in the next year. i see it happening two years out. i will be going to cabo san lucas for a friend's wedding in july and i plan to take a trip to spain again after august.
i have been watching a lot of netflix movies. according to netflix, i am a "cerebral romantic". so here are few of my recent favorites:
broken english
breaking upwards
easy a
anything woody allen
anything with parker posey
500 days of summer
favorite movies i could watch over and over?
50 first dates
the royal tenenbaums
lajette
a man and a woman
plein soleil (my favorite movie, #1 with a bullet)
lord of the rings (1 and 2--not 3 so much)
movies i'm ashamed of liking:
fever pitch (jimmy fallon ... he's so dreamy. and drew barrymore, total goddess)
ten things i hate about you
to punctuate this non-sequitur, i'll start by saying that i have a short attention span. i haven't the patience to finish a project from start to finish without having something on the back burner. it took me three months to read eat pray love, partly because it was a boring book that was talked up, and partly because i don't really enjoy reading stories. i like to read reference books like the world atlas and leonardo's notebooks, the portuguese dictionary, and 1,000 things to see before you die. suffering through the pages of a book i thought would be a little more intelligent and a lot more inspiring took a while. in the meantime, i managed to get a job offer examining the social networking trends in brazil. it still hasn't come to fruition, so i won't go into detail about that.
i have also been researching how to submit travel articles to smaller publications to launch a full-time passion into a possible new career path. i'm starting small, taking baby steps, but thinking big. my ultimate dream is to write for conde naste. they have offices all over the world, and the possibility of traveling and writing about it and actually making money is almost an impossible dream. i have an art degree, but realized that i would never want to rely on making art to make a living. turning a hobby into a full time job is not wise. i don't love it enough to make my livelihood rely on it, and frankly, i'm not that great of an artist.
i have been doing hair for 17 years and i do love my job. i also want to do something that challenges me more, gets me outdoors exploring and absorbing, being with myself a little more, being introspective, but also meeting new and interesting people. i do meet interesting people all the time doing hair, and i like that aspect. but i long for change, something new to learn, to grow from. and so travel is where i find that nourishment that keeps life fulfilling in a mad world of suffering and paycuts, tsunamis, abortion, legal battles, etc.
i have been told i have high blood pressure.
did you know there's a "dirty italian" book? stay with me. this gets better. you can learn dirty phrases in italian. when my french friend and i were learning spanish together, one of our books was a dirty spanish book with the same idea. so we learned some dirty phrases, most of which i have forgotten. i told her i had to know all the french cuss words. she taught them to me, cause after all, that's the first thing you learn in any language. it was the first thing i learned in portuguese. i know how to say "suck my cock" "pussy" "mother fucker" and "son of a bitch" in portuguese. my spanish cuss words aren't up to par. i know "bastard" and "son of a bitch" and "suck my balls: (or ball for cancer victims) and
in french,
let me just say the french have the BEST cuss words ever! they have words like "god's whore". add blasphemy to any cuss word and you have an exclamation point (!)
well, that pretty much catches us up.
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