a dreadhead is born...

It took me most of yesterday to backcomb thirty or so dreadlocks. They're still pretty fuzzy and my head is a bit...lumpy. But I love them.

I really love them.

we haven't found us yet

It was love at first sight. And second, and third, and after that I lost count. That's about how many times I watched it this weekend. I just love this movie.

Which probably gives some insight into my brain because it is a very, very quirky little film. From reviewers the most common statement is that it's "a movie for Wes Anderson fans". I didn't realize I was a Wes Anderson fan until now, though I guess this makes me one. I've managed to miss his other famously curious creations like The Royal Tenenbaums or The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou. But still, this movie sucked me right in...

I love the details and the nuance. The dialog is great, but often the lack of dialog is even better. One fantastic scene allows the story to be told just by looking into the actor's eyes (and let me tell you, I could stare into Adrian Brody's eyes any day). I love the colors, I love the music, I love almost each and every frame.

"What's wrong with you?"
"Let me think about that. I'll tell you the next time I see you."

good fortune

Odds are that they'd be correct once in a while, right?

I haven't really seen many outside-of-school friends since January, but Ally just got back from spring semester in Indiana, Kayla will be returning soon from almost six months in Europe, and now that I'm out of school maybe Stephanie and I will finally find the time to have coffee together.

As for my school friends, when Katherine gets back from China and Erin gets back from Japan, Jen and Valerie get back from Thailand, and Heather, Annie and Elizabeth get back from Greece (yes, I'm definitely the homebody this year) we're going to party all over again.

I think it's going to be a good summer.

blast from the past

Mom was cleaning the woods behind our house when she found this little guy.

"That's your toy, you know" Dad told me. "You should keep it on your desk, as a reminder."

"Reminder of what?"

"To remind you of your childhood, of your privileged life in the country with your hick parents and their bumbling but well-intentioned ways."

Awwww, thanks, Dad. That's definitely going in the memoir...

king corn

We watched this documentary last night. You Are What You Eat, the tagline reads. And what we eat in America is corn. Lots of it.

Mostly because in America we happen to grow lots and lots of corn. It's versatile, it's cheap, and it's in everything. The trade-off is that we spend less on food but more on, say, healthcare. Because most of the corn that we're eating is just plain bad for us.

It's a surprisingly light-hearted film, given the subject. It's especially good to watch if you just need that added motivation to finally move onto a farm and grow all of your own food.

Or, at the very list, give up on corn syrup for good. That stuff'll kill you.

Stephanie asked, "How's life as a college graduate?"

I told her it was really...uneventful. But I think I've needed uneventful.

Yesterday, I went out to lunch with several classmates, some graduated and some not quite yet. It was nice to hang out outside of the school building for once. And then afterward, my friend Katherine and I went over to Laura's house to play with her dogs. It was a pretty good day overall.

on mother's day

My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being.
I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune.
- Graycie Harmon

thanks, Mom and Dad

Best. Gift. Ever.