Feb 26 2009

say no to average!

Category: megan's random babblemegan @ 5:40 pm

it's been so long since i've blogged that wordpress had logged me out. or, going by the 'remember me' option, WORDPRESS FORGOT ABOUT ME!!!! WAAAAAH! the horror. so anyway, um, stuff's been transpiring and whatnot. it seems the olbigatory recap of past events is due or something since i'm certain everyone has just been waiting with bated breath for me to blog. it's been almost two weeks, during which we joined a gym, commenced working out even, celebrated the first birthday of the wee one i get paid to hang out with, ben's back declared war on him a couple of times, i'm pretty much done with that bloody 'reflection' thing, (which is good since it's due wednesday), and i'm one french assignment away from requesting my final and wondering how long it will take them to mail it so i can take it and be done with it already. i'm sure there are many more fascinating details i've left out, but i'm tired, lea' me 'lone.

we also went to the movie theater THREE times during that stretch. three times! the insanity. at the moment i can't remember the last move we'd seen in the theater, but i think it was on the mediocre side. we've basically stopped going to movies unless it's something like the dark knight that must be viewed large and loud. the first of these excursions was a movie that required theater viewing: coraline 3D. it was freaking holy crap awesome. so good. so very very good. then we saw slumdog millionaire with em & josh. it was most excellent as well. then two days later we saw the wrestler. again, brilliant. shortly thereafter we realized we had forgotten how great movies could be. that was probably part of the reason we used to go see them so much. i'm pretty sure that netflix is the reason for this tragic loss of movie love. the vast majority of the movies we watch are crap, but not the good kind. mediocre. the thing i cannot tolerate. a movie either has to be awesome or so horrible it's awesome for me to really like it. mediocrity. this is how we squander our time? really? doing stuff that is at best awarded a judgment of "eh?" we watch things that end up in our queue because "it looked kinda interesting" or "i like that one actor/actress/director/writer." because it's a paid subscription, we can go through a lot of movies without really thinking about it, whereas going to a store and more deliberately picking out a film and then having to pay for that one tends to weed out the crap a little. we think about it more; it doesn't just come into our house with the magazines and the credit card offers, the mythical money taken out of our checking account every month without us having to give it a moment's thought. so we don't. we "add to queue" with much-too-reckless abandon. then we watch things like 'rocknrolla' and 'the strangers' and 'traitor' (to be fair i shouldn't judge that one since i couldn't manage to stay awake for the predictable and riveting ending). so i'm just gonna say it: we must not encourage mediocrity! of course it's easy and convenient - it's 'ordinary, average, middling, middle-of-the-road, uninspired, undistinguished, indifferent, unexceptional, unexciting, unremarkable, run-of-the-mill, pedestrian, prosaic,  lackluster, forgettable, amateur, amateurish' according to my handy-dandy thesarus widget. i ask you, are those things really how we should be spending our time? mediocrity isn't mediocre - it SUCKS! and if we're this apathetic when it comes to something as silly as movie-watching, is that creeping in to other places as well? i know it is. it's easy, it's cheap, it's blah, blah, blah. it's the bloody participation ribbon they give kids on field day so everybody feels good or some crap like that. perhaps the lenten spirit is getting to me, but i am giving up mediocrity. i've decided. it's not really a lent thing at all, since a) i rarely do the lent thing b) the sacrifice is supposed to be something you will miss and finally, because i don't want the banishment to end. mediocrity be gone! ben, ya with me? can i delete saw 5? :-D

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Feb 14 2009

best conversation ever, or why my husband is rad

Category: megan's random babble, usmegan @ 1:11 pm

ben: ya know, i don't think i want to do anything for valentine's day this year.

me: (very big eyes) REEALLY?!?!!

ben: yeah

me: wait, you're not doing that woman thing where you're saying this because you know it'll make me very happy but you're secretly wanting me to plan some big romantical thing are you?

ben: (chuckling) no

me: seriously, because you know you have to just tell me. i don't get that kind of crap.

ben: really, i just don't wanna

me: don't toy with me

ben: i'd rather just chill. for real.

me: i love you so very much

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Feb 11 2009

mirror, mirror

in lieu of writing a thesis, i have to turn in a portfolio with a written "reflection piece" and then an exam will be created based on what i've studied (the portfolio is to include syllabi from every class i've taken). there are guidelines for the portfolio, which basically say which pieces or types of pieces must be present and then whatever else i want to throw in. great. lovely. no problem. it's this "reflection piece" that has me thrown. This is the only guideline: "a reflective piece of no less than 2,000 words, in which you synthesize the work you have done in your M.A. program." while i'm a pretty big fan of not having strict rules and rigid structure and all that (particularly for writing), i think this is an instance where a little bit more might be helpful. i mean, sheesh. so i've been letting the idea of attempting to come up with some sort of reflectiony synthesis of, well, something float around in my brain (with everything else) for a while. so far, i have a good bit of nada. for one thing (as i'm sure i mentioned before), there are very few things i find more loathsome than just plain difficult than trying to analyze my own writing, nevermind the fact that writing about "me" is pretty detestable as well. yes i realize the irony of writing that in my blog. but i mean in more extended essay/memoir/analysis sort of ways. and you know it. plbt! but beyond that, i think it's perhaps that word: reflection. what is with the need to sit and ponder and dwell in and ruminate upon and undoubtedly romanticize some over and done with span of time or place or whatever? i just don't get it. i'm not saying that being mindful and aware of where you've been and what you did and how you did and can learn from it aren't important; it absolutely is. i'm thinking more of the sort of navel-gazing, pink-hued, sigh-inducing sort of narcissistic over-thinking that word "reflection" connotes. perhaps that's just me, and it's certainly something i'm going to have to work around, but it doesn't leave me any clearer really about what this grand summation of how grad school has made me so much more god-like than the puny little girl i was before. argh. am i over-thinking this? i think i'm over-thinking this. i hope i'm over-thinking this. it would be so unlike me - to make something bigger and more complicated than it needs to be. sigh.

truthfully, i know i'm overthinking it. in the grand scheme of things, it barely matters. this "class" is pass/fail. passing is contingent upon me turning in what i'm supposed to and producing eloquent and seemingly intelligent bs answers for my exam. still. due to my nerdy perfectionist nature, i would prefer that it did not suck. or sound overwrought, or pretentious, or obnoxious, or obsequious, or palin-esque. i could probably keep that list going for a while, so i'll stop now. i should just find a span of time to sit down and actually try to write something and then see what happens. that's a very basic and integral part of my particular writing process. i can do all the "planning" in the world, but until i sit down to actually compose something, i have no idea what it will look like. but me being me, i have to first feel like i have a "plan" to even get myself to the point of an actual honest attempt at construction. i know, you're probably thinking, "that doesn't even make any sense, and she must be aware since she just typed it out there." of course i'm aware! i'm actually pretty cognizant of all of my crazy, but that doesn't mean i can just skip parts of it. processes, people. processes. it's tough being me.

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Feb 03 2009

this procrastination brought to you by slanket!

slanket!

slanket!

i got a slanket! it is decidedly yay. after much mocking (by ben), begging and pitiful faces (by me), i can now be warm and have the use of my arms. that picture up there was taken just now with the photo booth, right now i'm typing - all with warm arms! and for the record, it's a SLANKET,  not one of those crappy, feels like sandpaper felt snuggies. my warm fuzzy slanket can kick your snuggie's ass. and it's also good to have so that we can turn the heat down a little more, what with having to pay exhorbitant amounts of money to clean up the TVA's messes. way to go schmucks.

if only i and my warm arms cared even a little about this dumb literacy / identity w-ever-tf it is class. gah. i have to make myself do the reading, and have just realized that i don't even really read it apparently, as i was going back over the essays to write my stupid notes or thoughts or whatever paper for tonight and stumbled upon several parts unfamiliar. good thing it all says basically the same thing. the same thing that the ones last week said. plbt! however, i must finish it so i can get to reading m' fairy tales (yay!) because i need to get those mostly done tonight. the french exam finally showedup yesterday afternoon, so i'm going to take it tomorrow at the much more reasonable hour of two. however, that means those three hours are no longer available for reading before class tomorrow night. so really, i should finish that stupid paper for tonight and get to it. too bad my inner monologue sounds like a 4 year old. and i feel blech, the aftermath of a weekend of unholy assault on my digestive tract and lack of sleep-catch-up-oning. i was awakened at about 4 yesterday morning with horrible-food-and-too-much-alcohol's revenge. today i felt fine when i woke up, but now i seem to have a general feeling of blech. bah.

ok. enough whining. maybe.

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