Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Right Here, Right Now

wearing: A hanes v-neck (you know, those 5 for $12 dollar ones at Target), and green cargo pants from Anthro like 3 years ago.

watching: Shahs of Sunset and The Bachelor, for the hot mess factor.

thinking about: how weird it is that I like the taste of super bitter raw cacao nibs. if I should go to Duck Beach this year. why people become sanctimonious d-bags. about non-traditional birthing options enduring the eternities.

listening to: Lana del Rey (the obsession endures).

reading: Midnight by Sister Souljah (thumbs down, but it's for a book club), The Ivy Portfolio by Mebane Faber (2013 is the year of understanding finance), feminist blogs. Just finished Argo and really enjoyed it.

excited about: going to Sun Valley next month to snowboard and hang with a friend.

planning: to re-teach myself how to ski again.

loving: the Yonanas machine. It looks so dinky, but it creates the creamiest, not icy like sorbet, dessert-y concoctions out of JUST fruit. Try frozen mango+ strawberry+ banana.

making me happy: "taking trips" around the world via Instagram hashtags (and being simultaneously frustrated and endeared that humanity tags its selfies as places all too often).

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Bachelor's Back

Lest you thought I were a person of great mature depth, I'm pleased to announce I am recapping the Bachelor again, this time collaborating with my favorite freshman roomie Tara.

Feels so good to get my snark back after giving one last college try to be uber monastic submissive sweet Spirit-ed, which as you know turned out super well for me. ha.

So as you get "blown away" by Sean, read us. I'll link em every Tuesday (as this is a bi-coastal effort).

Here's Episode 1: This Just Got 50 Shades of Drunk

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and Episode 2: The Kacie Bs Have Found Each Other


As Bachelor/ettes have been known to say, I have a really good feeling about this!! ;)


Friday, January 11, 2013

Forays into developed thoughts about guns

I was groomed by gun-averse parents with more liberal than they'd probably admit attitudes towards them, but I think people with guns for hobby are the most ghastly kind.

Some gun lore exists in the Utah-dwelling contingency of my maternal side, the ones that sentimentally frequent the ancestral homestead on weekends to camp and do cowboy-like things, getting close to our roots in very literal ways. Tales are told of day-long hunts for animals, maybe resulting in one casualty, brought back to suburbia, ceremoniously and respectfully drained in a laundry sink, meat used for months, and hides used for other thoughtful purposes. I don't understand it, but I respect that it's done with calculation and thoughtfulness for the life spared. The gun appreciation seems to stem from a pioneer-like dependency: vehicles by which our ancestors could obtain meat in the depth of winter in the Wild West.

There's something barbaric and cave-man about guns, and I don't like it. I don't think it's cute when girls indulge their Idaho boyfriends and go to a shooting range because it's 'Merica and we can shoot off these huge things with abandon BECAUSE WE CAN. I don't think it's endearing when Southern boys go off on a beer-fueled hunt, driving their huge trucks, confederate flags flying high. My perception of the Founding Fathers is one that wouldn't find this amusing, either.

There's far too much access, and while it is a right to defend yourself, semi-automatic weapons used in schools aren't the same as Constitution-era muskets to fend off enemy Brits. Too many in this contemporary era have perished for guns to not become an expensive right. A heavily red-taped one. A heavily regulated one. More laws make our society more expensive? Tax it to the nines to account for it, because no tax, no amount, can begin to approach the debt that continues to accrue with each human life taken in senselessness. 



And what about mental health!

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Twenty Thirteen

The whole event of making New Year's Resolutions feels like a commercialized holiday in and of itself, doesn't it?

For someone like myself, who constantly ruminates on how to improve (often to a merciless teetering brink of self-destruction), the exercise of setting goals can build more anxiety than is intended by these Resolutions, sort of American-ish interpretations of the idea to just become a little better.

So while I have no concrete resolutions, I am very hopeful about this year!

Firmly entrenched in my 20s, the past year proved a bold upheaval of values and raw examination-table analysis of things that had been simmering on the backburner for a few years. While the cynical side of myself would prefer to believe I didn't learn a damn thing from it, 2012 gave me things I'll draw upon in future and things from which to move forward.

My most poignant takeaways were definitely religious: the reaffirmation I reached in Jerusalem that Jesus Christ indeed holds significance in my life, and my time in Appalachia where I never felt less saintly. You know, just stuff I'll be unraveling meaning from for, oh, probably forever.


Which is all to say that I already adore 2013 and can't wait for the awaiting adventures!