sigh

2dew list

finish documentary film
read articles on artistic collectivization
drink a dr. pepper, shweppes and coke within an hour of each other
take two naps in one day
study for test on wednesday
do madlibs with katie k, jameson and kate instead of aforementioned studying
hide jameson's shoes on top of the dvd player

so i mean all in all not doing too badly.

what i think heaven will be like

in a way this video compliments what kristin blogged about. i love the idea of recapturing childlike wonder, especially as it pertains to our Father and heaven and faith and love.  

elucidation

it was mentioned tonight at our girly dinner (without our beloved anna) that it's hard to even conceive of blogging, or even talking, about the spring break we spent in new york. just now however, i was reading the names, a novel by don delillio i randomly selected at b&n solely based on the cover art, and i found this passage that encapsulates how i feel about new york: 

"no matter how remote you are, how far into the mountains or islands, how deep-ended you are, how much you want to disappear, there is still the element of shared culture, the feeling that we know these people, come from these people.  something beyond this is familiar as well, some mystery. often i feel i'm on the edge of knowing what it is." 

the whole time were were there i just felt such community.  and it could be that physically i was surrounded by people all the time.  but i also think there was such a beautiful comfort in going to somewhere so far removed from my own geographical experience and still feeling connected to and of that place.

and i honestly can't tell say why.

ode to the coens

i just watched no country for old men for the first time ever. astounding though it is that i somehow missed the academy gem of 2008 - i have to admit that i don't think i would've liked it nearly as much had i seen it a year ago. not that i've had any clearly relevant life experiences that would predispose me to like it more - i just don't think i would've. 

but i loved it. everything about it. movies like that are why i love film. 

i won't begin to enumerate the reasons that i loved it as i realize i am considerably late in jumping on that bandwagon. but as an incentive to talk to me about it i assure you i liked it for reasons well beyond javier bardem's acting performance (though impeccable) and the cinematography (beautiful).  

tangential to that thought however is the fact that i now i want to see everything javier bardem has ever done. having seen vicky cristina barcelona and no country for old men within mere weeks of each other i am a little overwhelmed with his skill as an actor. and while a perfunctory glance at his imdb page reveals that the majority of his roles are spanish speaking ones i still want to see them all. 

and what the hay, i'll go ahead and try and see everything the coen brothers have ever done too. thus far i've only seen miller's crossing (though this might merit a re-watch as it was for high school film club), the big lebowski, o brother where art thou?, paris je t'aime, burn after reading and now no country for old men.  i tend to really like the tones and thematic elements of their films. 

but more importantly i'll be in new york this time next week. 

rich by popular demand

one of the things i really like about coming to the summit, that i feel i am afforded by being from tennessee, is that i have almost completely anonymity.  there is little to no fear of my running into family friends, high school teachers or people who used to babysit me.

so if i want to sit here hammering away at the keys of my chic white laptop in an attempt to make the middle school softball girls two tables down from me than i am the alabamian incarnate of carrie bradshaw then i can. cause them hos don't know me. 

this pseudo thespian behavior in unfrequented locales is a very common thing for me to adopt. there is a certain thrill in the fact that in an environment where no one knows you you have complete artistic freedom in who you are as a person. you can essentially - with the right amount of high school theater classes - be whoever you want. 

all this to say that while all of you are in new orleans - yucking it up with brad and angelina and those drinks that are modeled after weaponry - know i that i am here in the birmingham panera trying to make middle school girls that i do not know think that i am awesome. 

i'll probably go to barnes and nobles soon and peruse the travel books in an attempt to convince someone that i am like scarlett johansson's character in vicky cristina barcelona.