Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pictures. Show all posts
Friday, October 28, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Mother and Baby Giraffe
This is possible the cutest picture featuring giraffes I have ever seen. The Memphis Zoo is super lucky.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Spending the Day Doing What I Didn't
Erin, Nori and I were outside, dancing and fooling around. Erin and Nori were taking pictures of the night. I had my camera with me, but I didn't feel like getting it out.
I was too busy dancing. I dropped my shoulders low, looking down at the ground. I put my arms out, slightly above my head, making it look like I was pushing walls away that were closing in on me. Then I moved my legs so that one foot was in front of the other. When one leg would move, I'd wobble just a little bit. I did this for a while.
I turned around. Both Nori and Erin were staring at me. "What was that?" Nori asked.
I really couldn't tell her.
They both kept taking pictures, including some of me. "You always make your pictures look nice," Erin scoffed. So sue me.
"Post them immediately!" Erin commanded. Nori told her that she had to go down to Ann Arbor the next day to see Frontier Ruckus, this band I saw a few years back. I would like to go myself, but more because I took a class with their drummer and admired how smart he was. Mark later tipped me off that he was in the same band I had liked. I suspect Ryan, the drummer, wouldn't even remember me, because why would you remember some girl from a class a year ago, even if she was one of the smartest and talkative kids in the class?
While we were dancing and taking pictures, a janitor came out and looked at us weirdly.
"We're not doing anything wrong," Erin said to her as way of explanation. And we weren't, though she skittered around us oddly.
"You would think she was used to drunks," I mentioned to Nori, even though we weren't. Usually when I've had a lot I feel like I'm swimming, but here I just felt like I did when I wake up from an unrestful sleep: tired and wishing for something better.
"We should try to break into Morrill Hall!" Erin exclaimed.
There's a long story here. Morrill is where the English department is located, and it has become a tradition for English students to "break in." By break in, I mean go through the often-unlocked front door or climb up the fire ladder. Almost ever creative writing kid I know has written a creative nonfiction piece about it.
I always had this weird fantasy of camping out in an office I had the key into. In this fantasy, there was a particular young man with me. We'd share a sleeping bag, and get up right before the sun, and watch it rise from the roof, admiring campus at dawn. This never happened, for a wide variety of reasons.
In the meantime, I had spent the day doing what I didn't get done when I was actually in school. I went for a swim with friends. I went to a co-op party. I have a long lunch without regarding the time. I had an evening of being silly with friends, regardless of the rules or time. Breaking into Morrill Hall, another thing I never got around to doing, seemed right somehow.
We drove over there, we parked in the nearby ramp. Several cars passed us. We stood outside the front door. A cop car drove by. Something about it dampened by mood.
Erin couldn't get the door open.
"If that door's not open, the rest of them aren't either," she said. "Let's go home."
I was too busy dancing. I dropped my shoulders low, looking down at the ground. I put my arms out, slightly above my head, making it look like I was pushing walls away that were closing in on me. Then I moved my legs so that one foot was in front of the other. When one leg would move, I'd wobble just a little bit. I did this for a while.
I turned around. Both Nori and Erin were staring at me. "What was that?" Nori asked.
I really couldn't tell her.
They both kept taking pictures, including some of me. "You always make your pictures look nice," Erin scoffed. So sue me.
While we were dancing and taking pictures, a janitor came out and looked at us weirdly.
"We're not doing anything wrong," Erin said to her as way of explanation. And we weren't, though she skittered around us oddly.
"You would think she was used to drunks," I mentioned to Nori, even though we weren't. Usually when I've had a lot I feel like I'm swimming, but here I just felt like I did when I wake up from an unrestful sleep: tired and wishing for something better.
"We should try to break into Morrill Hall!" Erin exclaimed.
I always had this weird fantasy of camping out in an office I had the key into. In this fantasy, there was a particular young man with me. We'd share a sleeping bag, and get up right before the sun, and watch it rise from the roof, admiring campus at dawn. This never happened, for a wide variety of reasons.
In the meantime, I had spent the day doing what I didn't get done when I was actually in school. I went for a swim with friends. I went to a co-op party. I have a long lunch without regarding the time. I had an evening of being silly with friends, regardless of the rules or time. Breaking into Morrill Hall, another thing I never got around to doing, seemed right somehow.
We drove over there, we parked in the nearby ramp. Several cars passed us. We stood outside the front door. A cop car drove by. Something about it dampened by mood.
Erin couldn't get the door open.
"If that door's not open, the rest of them aren't either," she said. "Let's go home."
Friday, May 14, 2010
The Puzzle Lady
Went to visit my Grandma today to babysit. My Mom has been spending all her free time with her, which means that I'm on duty when my Mom is working.
My Grandma is often referred to at her nursing home as "The Puzzle Lady." Like most nursing homes, there is a puzzle always sitting out on a particular table. My Grandma likes to sit there and, in addition to putting the puzzle together, people watch.
My Grandma's people watching is one of the many ways that I find myself thinking about how similiar the two of us are. I love people watching. Never feel bad about leaving me alone in a public place with lots of people, like say, the caf at school. I like watching people. They're fascinating.
So, for part of today, my Grandma, sister and I worked on the puzzle. Right now, it's a picture of eggs elaborately decorated. Possibly they are suppose to be those fancy Russian eggs that the Romanovs were into as serfs starved. Anyway, I had a decent puzzle day. I put together a fair amount of pieces. Sweet.
There's really not much to do when hanging with my Grandma, but I try to keep myself entertained. I played some solitare. Read a little. Texted with my friends Philip and Ashley. Talked to my Uncle on the phone. Watched Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Laid down for a little. Like I said, not much to do.
In a little while, I'm going to walk my Grandma down to dinner. I was hoping to have an exciting Friday night planned, but it looks like I've got to be an adult and get some stuff together for a possible job. Bah.
My Grandma is often referred to at her nursing home as "The Puzzle Lady." Like most nursing homes, there is a puzzle always sitting out on a particular table. My Grandma likes to sit there and, in addition to putting the puzzle together, people watch.
My Grandma's people watching is one of the many ways that I find myself thinking about how similiar the two of us are. I love people watching. Never feel bad about leaving me alone in a public place with lots of people, like say, the caf at school. I like watching people. They're fascinating.
So, for part of today, my Grandma, sister and I worked on the puzzle. Right now, it's a picture of eggs elaborately decorated. Possibly they are suppose to be those fancy Russian eggs that the Romanovs were into as serfs starved. Anyway, I had a decent puzzle day. I put together a fair amount of pieces. Sweet.
There's really not much to do when hanging with my Grandma, but I try to keep myself entertained. I played some solitare. Read a little. Texted with my friends Philip and Ashley. Talked to my Uncle on the phone. Watched Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Laid down for a little. Like I said, not much to do.
In a little while, I'm going to walk my Grandma down to dinner. I was hoping to have an exciting Friday night planned, but it looks like I've got to be an adult and get some stuff together for a possible job. Bah.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Mother's Day at Rehab
They said I had to go to rehab, and I said no, no no...
These were probably not the lyrics I should have been thinking about as I walked in to the rehab facility, but then again, my Grandma does love to tell people no.
My Grandma got sick sometime in late March. I say sometime because my family lied to me about what was going on with her. I only found out because they couldn't come up with a better excuse not to come see me give several readings and lectures that were suppose to be the culmination of years of work as an undergraduate.
Every semester I was at MSU, she managed to get sick. You would think, eighth time over, that I would stop getting upset about it, but I always manage to. Even when I think "oh, I seem fine," something happens that proves to me I'm clearly not okay. Last semester, I was at an open mic night and a young woman played a song she wrote for her Grandmother, and I ended up sobbing. Luckily, no one took notice.
My Grandma was really happy to see us. She was smiling and making silly faces as I tried to take pictures of her. I really want a picture of her hands. I think her hands, with their large veins, are fascinating. I realize other people hate the veiny look, but I think it's beautiful, like an abstract painting.
A man with a ukele was in the cafeteria, playing Hank Williams and Neil Diamond songs. He was an excellent musician, though the kind of singer that so many people hate. As he was working though the Carter Family's "Let the Circle Be Unbroken," I thought about how much I wish I would magically summon a singer-songwriter I like in (Double Saginaw Familiarity, Spitzerspace Telescope, Priscilla Ahn, Robert Francis, Liz Phair...) rather than listen to him. I'm bored to tears with "good chorale" singing I hear so frequently, but I don't like the dying cat aesthetic either. My Grandma screwed up her face and said "at least he's trying." Later, she complained about him to a nurse.
We cleaned her up, because the nurses never take as good of care of her as they should. Her skin is really dry now and peeling off. I'm wondering if we should get some scrub that they sell at Bath and Body Works.
While I was waiting, I read a science book and texted Paul. My Grandma has a roommate at rehab, and she had on the Tigers game and then a reality show on remodeling on, both really loudly. My Grandma showed me her rosary and told me that my Grandfather gave it to her. She's seems to have forgotten that he died almost seven years ago.
The worst part was saying goodbye. She started crying and asked why she couldn't come home with us. I tried to explain that she had to be there to get better, but logical answers don't really work well with her.
She moves back to her place on Wednesday. In the meantime, I'm going to be going to see her everyday. Then on Wednesday, I'll be helping move her back to her apartment. I might be staying with her Friday since my Mom has to work. So, basically, expect a lot of updates about her over the next few days and in general. When I'm back at home, my family spends a lot of time taking care of her.
These were probably not the lyrics I should have been thinking about as I walked in to the rehab facility, but then again, my Grandma does love to tell people no.
My Grandma got sick sometime in late March. I say sometime because my family lied to me about what was going on with her. I only found out because they couldn't come up with a better excuse not to come see me give several readings and lectures that were suppose to be the culmination of years of work as an undergraduate.
Every semester I was at MSU, she managed to get sick. You would think, eighth time over, that I would stop getting upset about it, but I always manage to. Even when I think "oh, I seem fine," something happens that proves to me I'm clearly not okay. Last semester, I was at an open mic night and a young woman played a song she wrote for her Grandmother, and I ended up sobbing. Luckily, no one took notice.
My Grandma was really happy to see us. She was smiling and making silly faces as I tried to take pictures of her. I really want a picture of her hands. I think her hands, with their large veins, are fascinating. I realize other people hate the veiny look, but I think it's beautiful, like an abstract painting.
A man with a ukele was in the cafeteria, playing Hank Williams and Neil Diamond songs. He was an excellent musician, though the kind of singer that so many people hate. As he was working though the Carter Family's "Let the Circle Be Unbroken," I thought about how much I wish I would magically summon a singer-songwriter I like in (Double Saginaw Familiarity, Spitzerspace Telescope, Priscilla Ahn, Robert Francis, Liz Phair...) rather than listen to him. I'm bored to tears with "good chorale" singing I hear so frequently, but I don't like the dying cat aesthetic either. My Grandma screwed up her face and said "at least he's trying." Later, she complained about him to a nurse.
We cleaned her up, because the nurses never take as good of care of her as they should. Her skin is really dry now and peeling off. I'm wondering if we should get some scrub that they sell at Bath and Body Works.
While I was waiting, I read a science book and texted Paul. My Grandma has a roommate at rehab, and she had on the Tigers game and then a reality show on remodeling on, both really loudly. My Grandma showed me her rosary and told me that my Grandfather gave it to her. She's seems to have forgotten that he died almost seven years ago.
The worst part was saying goodbye. She started crying and asked why she couldn't come home with us. I tried to explain that she had to be there to get better, but logical answers don't really work well with her.
She moves back to her place on Wednesday. In the meantime, I'm going to be going to see her everyday. Then on Wednesday, I'll be helping move her back to her apartment. I might be staying with her Friday since my Mom has to work. So, basically, expect a lot of updates about her over the next few days and in general. When I'm back at home, my family spends a lot of time taking care of her.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Carnival
For the first time since my freshman year, we've been able to have carnival outside. I always have a good time at these shindigs, and this was no different. There was a lot of different stuff going on today, but I'm just going to post a few photos about it.
Here is Jeff and Ben playing softball. There was a tournament today, and these two were on a team. I love these two together. They're the kinds of friends I can imagine being best buddies for life.
As always, there are other pictures posted on my Flikr.
Here is Jeff and Ben playing softball. There was a tournament today, and these two were on a team. I love these two together. They're the kinds of friends I can imagine being best buddies for life.
As always, there are other pictures posted on my Flikr.
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