Cutting Edge

Yesterday I headed into the city (rather late) to have my dear friend cut my hair. Since we were young we were always sharing our style tips and hair passions with one another. From crimped and teased to pink and bobbed to long and brown and cropped and blonde, we've had a lot of hair styles over the past fourteen years. I was so excited when she decided to go to cosmetology school and am still more excited to see how her skills will evolve. I don't mind being a guinea pig as long as it's to help someone I care about! And guess what? I didn't cry! Thank you C.

Guggen Time

I am home in New York for this week for my college's spring break. It couldn't have been better timing! I just found out on Thursday that I will be a working full-time in the Development division of the Solomon R. Guggenheim Museum. Today we took the day off from work (real work and school work) and visited the museum. Who ever heard of a museum open on Mondays? Awesome, huh? I was excited to take advantage of the new exhibition, The Great Upheaval. We discovered, however, that Craig dislikes Kandinsky. I guess the Gugg is sort of the worst museum to go to if you don't like Kandinsky but I believe he had fun nonetheless. Some of my favorite highlights were many of the Delaunays, Braques, and Duchamps. I was probably most moved by Picasso's Woman Ironing. Witnessing this work is haunting and paralyzing. I can't believe I'll be there all summer! Yowzers!

Don't Gimme No Lip Balm

About six months ago I was sitting around a dining table with friends and I made an announcement that I had a deep confession to make. All friends diverted their attention to me and listened carefully as I admitted that I had never, not even once, finished an entire tube of Chapstick. What had happened to all of tubes? I acquire at least two dozen a year between buying them on my own, gifts in christmas stockings, and accidentally stealing my sister's or boyfriends. My relationship with Chapstick (and all other lip balms to be accurate) is similar to how my relationship with lighters used to be when I was a full-fledged smoker. I would acquire lighters left and right, usually by unconsciously stealing them from other people, and I'd never finish them - so what gives?

Ok back to Chapstick. Where did all the tubes go? Did the sock monster steal them along with all my missing socks too? Ever since this confession it has been my goal to actively use my Chapstick in the hopes of reaching the end of the tube. I am happy to announce that this Saturday, March 12, 2011 I reached the bottom. I was twisting the end of the canister and suddenly it kept twisting and nothing was rising. I stick a pin into it and it stopped.

New goal: to finish ALL random Chapstick tubes that I have in my possession, which could easily take the next five years. I will not accept any new tubes from now until then. Wish me luck.

Eyes In the Back of My Head

What is it worth?

Purple Cats

Brown Bear Brown Bear What Do You See?

I see an Izzie staring at me. This photo was taken during my family's visit to Mount Holyoke and the Eric Carle Museum. Apparently, my twenty-month old niece's favorite book is Brown Bear, despite not really being able to pronounce the words. She recites the book by memory, only by humming the melody of the rhymes. It is amazing to watch children and consider all of the things they have jam packed in their memories. She has also gotten to that age, of course, where I'll probably have to be extra careful with everything I do for she will remember anything I say and hold me to it. I can't wait to see this munchkin this week!

Halfway There

We have officially made it to the halfway point of the semester. Spring break is in full swing, however I will be working tomorrow at the Carle until 5:00 PM. I don't mind, of course. Afterwards, I will sit in the car for 3-4 hours, listening to some of my favorite albums. What's in store, you might ask? I will definitely be in the mood for Violator [Depeche Mode], any or all LCD Soundsystem albums, possible Japanese Whispers [The Cure]. Too many choices, unfortunately, paralyzes me when I am trying to sift through an IPod on I-91 and I end up listening to nothing all while trying to come to a decision.