Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
Friday, February 13, 2015
Music has the quality of transporting us to the time when we listened to it the most.
What were you listening to in...
1st grade- Ketchup
2d grade- La Oreja de Van Gogh
3d grade- Juanes
4th grade- Greenday
5th grade- Evanescence and High School Musical (seriously)
6th grade- Kanye West
7th grade- Nickelback
8th grade- The Ramones
9th grade- Bossa Nova in general
10th grade- Fleet Foxes and Arcade Fire
11th grade- Jorge Drexler
12th grade- Electronic and dubstep.
And now what I will listen to in college is posed as a question...
Thursday, February 12, 2015
I am philologist. Philologist: (obsolete) a lover of learning and literature. Or, perhaps, if I could invent a word, I would call myself a lexophile. Lexo: word. Phile: Love.
And thus, with that introduction under way, let me explain:
As you guys have effusively recommended me to do, I am reading The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Unfortunately, it hasn't enthralled me as Middlesex did, but oh, well. At least the writing is exquisite. And I've learned a few new words:
Phantasmagoria: a sequence of real or imaginary images like that seen in a dream.
Denude: strip (something) of its covering, possessions, or assets.
Brite: a British person.
Monolithic: formed of a single large block of stone. (Of a building) very large and characterless. // (Of an organization or system) large, powerful, indivisible, and slow to change.
Geriatric: relating to old people, especially with regard to their health care.
Averred: (formal) state or assert to be the case.
Catatonia: (psychiatry) abnormality of movement and behaviour arising from a disturbed mental state (typically schizophrenia).
Succubus: a female demon believed to have sexual intercourse with sleeping men.
Paltry: (of an amount) very small or meagre.
Bowdlerize: remove material that is considered improper or offensive form (a text or account), especially with the result that the text becomes weaker or less effective.
Kook: a mad or eccentric person.
Polymath: a person of wide knowledge or learning.
Zeugma: a figure of speech in which a word applies to two others in different senses.
Prescience: the fact of knowing something in advance; foreknowledge.
Cursory: hasty and therefore not thorough or detailed.
Beauts. Could send cryptic messages of SOS to my adoring neighbours, as the Lisbon sisters did, with them.
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
Tuesday, February 10, 2015
My last vacation in the Caribbean was a whirlwind dotted by the countless margaritas, piñas coladas, mojitos, smoothies, frozen lemonades, sangrías, and sauvignon blancs that hydrated me.
I am a liquid lover.
The girl that goes to Johnny Rockets just because of the milkshakes.
And loves refill because it represents the possibility of downing 10 litres of Diet Coke if I wish.
The type that gets over seasonal depression with countless mugs of hot cocoa, coffee, or green tea had under the covers with a book.
The one that can't get over a hangover without orange juice. (And a grilled cheese sandwich but that has nothing to do with the topic of this post.)
And the one that has a hangover in the first place because of the joy and rush that tequila shots, piscolas, wine bottles, and the occasional Corona infuse my veins with.
The girl that rejoices during the summertime concocting the most diverse ingredients in the attempt to manufacture the perfect lemonade, iced tea, smoothie, or whatever cold drink my sweating fancy desires.
I can't start a morning without my chocolate milk.
And I'm going eco-friendly so it's going to become almond milk as of now.
Monday, February 9, 2015
This is a visual ode to my spirit animals. According to Urban Dictionary, my academic reference source of preference:
"In pagan religions and systems, a spirit animal or totem is meant to be a representation of the traits and skills that you are supposed to learn or have. Online, saying something or someone is your spirit animal is a statement that said person or thing is a representation of you or what you want to be."
(That was actually a tad more profound than I expected it to be. But, in all honesty, it describes my feelings about the left shark perfectly.)
PS. Has nothing to do with the topic, or it might have a tad to do. If THIS is true about the new Harper Lee book release, I am of the opinion we should boycott the book. What a twisted thing to do with an aging genius.
You can't imagine the maternal bloggerly feel of being able to share pretty pictures with you beauts, instead of LED-illuminated shots of my bedroom.
And a peek at the wonders that humidity does for my hair:
Saturday, February 7, 2015
Friday, February 6, 2015
If you follow yours trully on Instagram or Twitter you might know that I've been having a caribbean paradise adventure of sorts the past few days.
Anyways, we went on a boat field trip and here are some pictures you can live vicariously through.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
The scents that make me happy just by lifting their scurrying particles up my nostrils. Like cocaine, but better:
- Morning air in all of its crisp and crystal glory.
- A nicely smelling man: With the shower's recent vapours carrying the gifts of cologne, after shave, the XY deodorant, and testosterone. This particular odour intensifies in its pleasure-givingness when he smiles, is nice, and liberally politically conscious.
- Fresh coffee, with its warm, maternal embrace.
- Recently cut grass welcoming you to run across its fields and sprawl on top of its wildlife.
- The smell of chlorine in all of its adolescent summer languorousness.
- The sea.
- You're favourite shampoo. The hints you get of said shampoo in the hours after undertaking the rare cleansing act.
- Freshly laundered clothes.
- The smell of your mother's hug.
What would you add to this list?