In 1937 the anthropologist Ralph Linton published an article entitled "One-Hundred Percent American." "There can be no question about the average American's Americanism or his desire to preserve his precious heritage at all costs," wrote Linton. "Nevertheless, some insidious foreign ideas have already wormed their way into his civilization without his realizing what was going on." These "insidious ideas" -- derived from the cultures of Asia, the Near East, Europe, Africa, and native America -- include pajamas, the toilet, soap, the toothbrush, the chair, shoes, the mirror, coffee, fermented and distilled drinks, the cigar, and even the newspaper. On the train to work, Linton's "average American" reads the news of the day, imprinted in characters invented by the ancient Semites by a process invented in Germany on a material invented in China. as he scans the latest editorial pointing out the dire results to our institutions of accepting foreign ideas, he thanks a Hebrew God in an Indo-European language that he is 100 percent (decimal system invented by the Greeks) american (from Americus Vespucci, Italian geographer).
--Larry Starr, Christopher Waterman
American Popular Music Second Edition 2007
Listening to: Dolly Parton's "Coat of Many Colors"
Learned: The Japanese have a tradition where they make art out of food. This technique is called Bento. Google it. It's like amped-up school lunch!
Blessings: Cool roommates. A sister. A bank.
Things going on today: Bought a wig. Paid for Gas. Didn't find a Charles Schwab bank.
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Saturday, August 25, 2012
Monday, April 25, 2011
Gol-gosh-a
Why someone would name their mini-golfcourse after the Hill on which Christ was crucified, I do not know...
Golgotha Fun Park... whoever named this definitely put the MORON in OXYMORON.
Listening to: Nothing. But I want the Skype sound to happen. That means Mark is calling.
Things going on today: Ward HE, no Mark, rode the 48.
Blessings: skype. 48's.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
When you put your brain plane on autopilot, sometimes the plane flies in weird places...
I've been thinking a lot about memories lately. They are interesting things. Apparently, every time you remember something, you are only further perverting the memory. Things get bigger, details hide away, reality is progressively distorted. That's an interesting concept to me. That means some of my most precious memories of the past could now not be memories at all, but figments of my imagination. Maybe I plant memories in my own head so that they are how I wished them to be, but not really how they were. What is my earliest memory? I used to think that I could remember a time when I was probably two-and-a-half or three years old. I was still living in the gray house, and I had broken something on the stone fireplace mantle. Something made of glass. The glass was blue... An adult was there, scolding me for touching things that shouldn't be touched and for being careless, but I can't remember if it was my dad or my mom or my grandmother. For some reason I remember the fireplace was in the basement, but there was no stone mantle fireplace in the basement. And I remember the blue glass vase or whatever it was to be something that belonged to my grandmother... But my grandmother wasn't living with us at the time. When I was three, we moved into her house, and she also had a stone mantle fireplace. And what parent would scold a two-year-old as harshly as I remember being scolded? Maybe I was a little older than two... So maybe I'm remembering a true event, just in the wrong place and at the wrong time. Maybe it's not an actual event I am remembering, but a feeling. A feeling of guilt, sadness. But is that really a memory? Perhaps I just fashioned the whole thing in my head.
Man, now my brain hurts.
We're reading about Proust in my Humanities Class. In that book, he talks about an experience he had when he again tasted a madelaine cake that he used to eat in his childhood. His aunt would give it to him when he visited. Sure, he had seen the cakes many a time since those days, but only when he tasted and smelled it did the vivid image of standing beside his aunt come back in full force. Funny how memories work that way. Sometimes you remember something you forgot you remembered, and it takes very special circumstances to get that memory going again. Often smell or taste is the most direct way to conjure a memory. Matter of fact, when I'm thinking about certain times and certain places, I can almost still smell the same scents that were present at the time of the memory. I remember the smell of the Stratmans' house, the rainy air of the Oregon coast, the stale scent of Mr. Morgan's physics classroom, and the rancid stench of the cows at the Minnesota State Fair. I recall the bland taste of the gel my orthodontist used to take molds of my teeth, my mom's stromboli she used to make when the missionaries came over, the gummi worms I had during my breaks at work, and the taste of Jake Tengelsen's lips on mine when he first kissed me that summer of 2007. Yes, smell and taste are such amazing and powerful memory tools!
Some other tiny memories I can randomly recall that I didn't ever remember I had....
Brandi Tucker expressing her excitement about the upcoming Owl City Concert during calculus class.
Pie day with Freestyle, the day before Thanksgiving Break. Andrew brought Banana cream.
Going to Target to pick up Christmas presents after work one day.
Sitting in the balcony overlooking the stage on the right side of the Mraz Center during Hell Week of Into the Woods. Doing my homework up there. Mike coming to visit from down below. I felt like Rapunzel.
Playing WarioWare with my roommates when I knew I should be doing my homework.
Playing Sardines with Devin in the dark, and seeing Jordan Beal while I played.
Bonfire with the Raceks. We were screaming so loud playing night games, the police came to shut us up.
Sitting with mike in his turquoise convertible after my grad party and staying there in his arms til one.
Mr. Franssen giving me a death stare if I started talking too much with my neighbors.
Falling asleep in Mr. Heaton's Social Inequality class.
Getting the word "would" wrong in the class spelling bee in first grade. Chad Thompson got it right.
Going straight from band class home in eighth grade, bragging to my friends about how I'm getting free guitar lessons from my bishop.
Trying to make a whole world out of my backyard.. Winona Valley, Mr. Salt's store, Strongholds palace.
Seeing the words "NO HANNAH ALLOWED" whitewashed onto one of the boards in the Winey's Treehouse.
Talking to Tara Ryder about God on my way home from an ugly Oklahoma Cast party. What a kind soul to do that for me.
Dad losing his temper because the house wasn't clean, throwing everything in bags and fuming.
Trying to drive my car when the frost was covering the windshield. I didn't get very far before I knew this was super dangerous.
Walking around the campus where we held the five-stake girls camp. Katie was with me. Later dancing with my pipe-cleaner tiara around my room, thinking I looked beautiful and that god loved me.
Walking around the circle building with Whitley before classes started in Eighth grade.
Missing my first class with Jason Stocker because we didn't know where the right room was. Holy cow Jason Stocker....
Talking to Taggart about popularity while wandering around his basement, fidgeting with the exercise equipment.
Kevin Phyle saying "LUNCH" obnoxiously during Ms. Brickner's class before lunchtime.
Dancing around with Ellen during twilight on a summer evening. Singing very loudly.
Getting new bed curtain things to hang in my room as a compromise for wanting a canopy bed.
Listening to: Feul's "Hemorrhage"
Things Going on Today: meet with the Omni Landlord, homework.
Blessings: Saturday mornings. Snow. Grooveshark.
Man, now my brain hurts.
We're reading about Proust in my Humanities Class. In that book, he talks about an experience he had when he again tasted a madelaine cake that he used to eat in his childhood. His aunt would give it to him when he visited. Sure, he had seen the cakes many a time since those days, but only when he tasted and smelled it did the vivid image of standing beside his aunt come back in full force. Funny how memories work that way. Sometimes you remember something you forgot you remembered, and it takes very special circumstances to get that memory going again. Often smell or taste is the most direct way to conjure a memory. Matter of fact, when I'm thinking about certain times and certain places, I can almost still smell the same scents that were present at the time of the memory. I remember the smell of the Stratmans' house, the rainy air of the Oregon coast, the stale scent of Mr. Morgan's physics classroom, and the rancid stench of the cows at the Minnesota State Fair. I recall the bland taste of the gel my orthodontist used to take molds of my teeth, my mom's stromboli she used to make when the missionaries came over, the gummi worms I had during my breaks at work, and the taste of Jake Tengelsen's lips on mine when he first kissed me that summer of 2007. Yes, smell and taste are such amazing and powerful memory tools!
Some other tiny memories I can randomly recall that I didn't ever remember I had....
Brandi Tucker expressing her excitement about the upcoming Owl City Concert during calculus class.
Pie day with Freestyle, the day before Thanksgiving Break. Andrew brought Banana cream.
Going to Target to pick up Christmas presents after work one day.
Sitting in the balcony overlooking the stage on the right side of the Mraz Center during Hell Week of Into the Woods. Doing my homework up there. Mike coming to visit from down below. I felt like Rapunzel.
Playing WarioWare with my roommates when I knew I should be doing my homework.
Playing Sardines with Devin in the dark, and seeing Jordan Beal while I played.
Bonfire with the Raceks. We were screaming so loud playing night games, the police came to shut us up.
Sitting with mike in his turquoise convertible after my grad party and staying there in his arms til one.
Mr. Franssen giving me a death stare if I started talking too much with my neighbors.
Falling asleep in Mr. Heaton's Social Inequality class.
Getting the word "would" wrong in the class spelling bee in first grade. Chad Thompson got it right.
Going straight from band class home in eighth grade, bragging to my friends about how I'm getting free guitar lessons from my bishop.
Trying to make a whole world out of my backyard.. Winona Valley, Mr. Salt's store, Strongholds palace.
Seeing the words "NO HANNAH ALLOWED" whitewashed onto one of the boards in the Winey's Treehouse.
Talking to Tara Ryder about God on my way home from an ugly Oklahoma Cast party. What a kind soul to do that for me.
Dad losing his temper because the house wasn't clean, throwing everything in bags and fuming.
Trying to drive my car when the frost was covering the windshield. I didn't get very far before I knew this was super dangerous.
Walking around the campus where we held the five-stake girls camp. Katie was with me. Later dancing with my pipe-cleaner tiara around my room, thinking I looked beautiful and that god loved me.
Walking around the circle building with Whitley before classes started in Eighth grade.
Missing my first class with Jason Stocker because we didn't know where the right room was. Holy cow Jason Stocker....
Talking to Taggart about popularity while wandering around his basement, fidgeting with the exercise equipment.
Kevin Phyle saying "LUNCH" obnoxiously during Ms. Brickner's class before lunchtime.
Dancing around with Ellen during twilight on a summer evening. Singing very loudly.
Getting new bed curtain things to hang in my room as a compromise for wanting a canopy bed.
Listening to: Feul's "Hemorrhage"
Things Going on Today: meet with the Omni Landlord, homework.
Blessings: Saturday mornings. Snow. Grooveshark.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Thinking About Weddings...
So I've been thinking about weddings lately, and I've decided that I want a lilac wedding when the big day arrives. I found myself surfing the internet for cute, modest bridesmaids' dresses for mah girls, and this was one that caught my eye....
"Tea Party" modest prom dress in Lilac
$79.00... not bad!
And I'd have them wear a simple string of pearls instead of that big gaudy thing she's wearing.
The shoes would be cute, too.
If I could get a similar dress in plum, for my sister, that would be great! And something in that same plum color for my mom.
Listening to: Train, "Meet Virginia"
Things Going On Today: No Dinner Group
Blessings: Leftover meat from taco salad last week.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
My New Blog Theme
day 01 - your favorite song
day 02 - your least favorite song
day 03 - a song that makes you happy
day 04 - a song that makes you sad
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to
day 09 - a song that you can dance to
day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 - a song from your favorite band
day 12 - a song from a band you hate
day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 - a song that describes you
day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 - a song from your favorite album
day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 - a song that makes you laugh
day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 - a song that you wish you could play
day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 - a song from your childhood
day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year
day 02 - your least favorite song
day 03 - a song that makes you happy
day 04 - a song that makes you sad
day 05 - a song that reminds you of someone
day 06 - a song that reminds you of somewhere
day 07 - a song that reminds you of a certain event
day 08 - a song that you know all the words to
day 09 - a song that you can dance to
day 10 - a song that makes you fall asleep
day 11 - a song from your favorite band
day 12 - a song from a band you hate
day 13 - a song that is a guilty pleasure
day 14 - a song that no one would expect you to love
day 15 - a song that describes you
day 16 - a song that you used to love but now hate
day 17 - a song that you hear often on the radio
day 18 - a song that you wish you heard on the radio
day 19 - a song from your favorite album
day 20 - a song that you listen to when you’re angry
day 21 - a song that you listen to when you’re happy
day 22 - a song that you listen to when you’re sad
day 23 - a song that you want to play at your wedding
day 24 - a song that you want to play at your funeral
day 25 - a song that makes you laugh
day 26 - a song that you can play on an instrument
day 27 - a song that you wish you could play
day 28 - a song that makes you feel guilty
day 29 - a song from your childhood
day 30 - your favorite song at this time last year
Monday, March 7, 2011
Weird, I know, but...
I'd really be interested in picking up some LDS literature about intimate relationships between married couples. I'd just like to see how we'd handle it.
Listening to: Randy Newman
Things Going on Today: Quiz (yuck) snow (yuck) and homework (yuck)
Blessings: Devotionals.
Listening to: Randy Newman
Things Going on Today: Quiz (yuck) snow (yuck) and homework (yuck)
Blessings: Devotionals.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
An Ode to Clam Chowder
Oh Chowder, you make me so happy.
Except when you're cold. Then you're crappy.
But this time you're not.
This time you are hot.
And thus my feet go tippy-tappy.
Listening To: Float On
Things going on today: PATRIARCHAL BLESSING
Blessings: The Patriarchal kind.
Except when you're cold. Then you're crappy.
But this time you're not.
This time you are hot.
And thus my feet go tippy-tappy.
Listening To: Float On
Things going on today: PATRIARCHAL BLESSING
Blessings: The Patriarchal kind.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Pain in the...
I don't understand T-Pain. He's been featured as a guest in more songs than he's put out himself. Talk about reaping from others' spoils. Furthermore, nothing about his voice is real. He's the king of AutoTune, and yet he's making millions.
One thing's for sure, I really really like the the top hat look. I should probably invest...
His kids are named Lyriq and Muziq. I wonder how much they get teased in school.
Listening to: The only Hope for me is You by MCR
Things going on Today: Reading When the Mind Hears
Blessings: My phone.
One thing's for sure, I really really like the the top hat look. I should probably invest...
Listening to: The only Hope for me is You by MCR
Things going on Today: Reading When the Mind Hears
Blessings: My phone.
What happens when I do homework as I'm falling asleep??
Romans Chapter 12:
Question 4: How did Paul say to overcome evil? (see v. 21)
Correct answer: "Be not overcome of evil," "overcome evil with good."
My answer:
Don't be overcome w/ faithful.
Don't get job here in Provo.
OBVIOUSLY I was tired when I did my homework. That makes absolutely no sense.
Listening to: "Aftermath" by Adam Lambert
Things Going on Today: Seeing a movie about cochlear implants, afternoon session of Stake Conference, lots of homework.
Blessings: Weekends. Devotionals. Malt Shoppe.
Question 4: How did Paul say to overcome evil? (see v. 21)
Correct answer: "Be not overcome of evil," "overcome evil with good."
My answer:
Don't be overcome w/ faithful.
Don't get job here in Provo.
OBVIOUSLY I was tired when I did my homework. That makes absolutely no sense.
Listening to: "Aftermath" by Adam Lambert
Things Going on Today: Seeing a movie about cochlear implants, afternoon session of Stake Conference, lots of homework.
Blessings: Weekends. Devotionals. Malt Shoppe.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Each heart is a pilgrim
Each heart wants to know
the reason why the winds die
And where the stories go.
Monday, February 21, 2011
New Gaga Project
Guess what? I'm putting all the Lady Gaga TV and Radio Interviews since the release of "Born This Way" on a playlist. I will be able to listen wherever I go.
I suddenly am fascinated with radio. Emily's got me hooked on NPR's RadioLab and now all this Gaga business. I never thought just listening to people talk (without adding any input of my own) could be so satisfying.
Listening to: Radiohead, "Karma Police"
Things Going On Today: NO SCHOOL, so I'm working very hard on catching up on all my homework. About halfway there, and it's 2:14
Blessings: My guitar capo, Google Books, and my Jesus Blanket
I suddenly am fascinated with radio. Emily's got me hooked on NPR's RadioLab and now all this Gaga business. I never thought just listening to people talk (without adding any input of my own) could be so satisfying.
Listening to: Radiohead, "Karma Police"
Things Going On Today: NO SCHOOL, so I'm working very hard on catching up on all my homework. About halfway there, and it's 2:14
Blessings: My guitar capo, Google Books, and my Jesus Blanket
Friday, February 18, 2011
This is what we SHOULD be studying in school...
I figured it out. I'm a dork. Why? I obsess over things and I talk too much for social comfort. While I am intelligent, I do not necessarily obsess over the things I am proficient in. Does this make sense?
Either way, I rather like this diagram. I know people in almost every one of these categories. It's sort of funny how accurate this is....
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Blankie
Even when it's cold, I like to leave the white side of my baby blanket out in the open air for a while. Then, when I press my face into the cool, yet soft surface, I get this sharp burst of pilly, cottony goodness. As I breathe my warm air into the blanket's surface, the sensation grows smaller and smaller, so I move to a new section of the blanket to feel that cool burst of comfort again. It's been that way forever. I don't get that great blast sensation when the blanket is warm. Warm is too passive. Not as clean, not as sharp. I much prefer my blanket cold and buoyant, like a cloud.
Listening to: "Amarantine" by Enjoy
Things going on today: Church, I record my teaching session for the school of music, Mark comes home later tonight.
Blessings: It didn't snow last night. Chewing Gum on Fast Sundays when you're sick.
Listening to: "Amarantine" by Enjoy
Things going on today: Church, I record my teaching session for the school of music, Mark comes home later tonight.
Blessings: It didn't snow last night. Chewing Gum on Fast Sundays when you're sick.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Speaking of men... Did I just feel a raindrop?
I just about died when I saw this. For anyone who likes Jane Austin books/movies, this is for you.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I like lists.
Things I like about having a Boyfriend... GO!
1. He buys me purple flowers.
2. I get to go to the zoo for free.
3. I have a warm place to go after a long walk home in sub-zero weather from the grocery store.
4. Hugs. All the time.
5. Somewhere to sit in sacrament meeting without feeling awkward.
6. Getting to brag to friends about how you are always having so much fun with him.
7. Learning about cool new music and computer programming... more than I ever need to know about it, really.
8. A good study help when you need to learn about classical music for a test.
9. Funny roommates that I can actually call my friends now...
10. A good example for my roommates and the boys they should be looking for as potential boyfriends.
11. Thai food.
12. A grocery store companion.
13. A bit of testosterone present in the apartment never hurts.
14. I like touching hair and he lets me do it all the time.
15. An excuse to kiss someone during a game of NERTS.
16. A cute message on my phone when I least expect it.
17. Amazingly nice thank-you texts after he leaves.
18. Saying goodbye on the front porch at midnight.
19. Decorating Harry Potter cakes and having him just do whatever I say when I need him to go get reeses peanut butter cups or something. He doesn't even question. He just goes. How nice.
20. Someone to talk to about anything. A second opinion when I need one. A word of good advice even if I don't want to hear it.
Yup. Gotta love him.
Listening to: "Little Secrets" by Passion Pit
Things going on today: Dinner group at Julia's, bought my first blue book ever, Dr. Broomhead says I "speak from experience" when I answer his questions (????)
Blessings: Indoor heating. Academy Arms 13. Pumpkin pie on clearance.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Happy Bubble Wrap Appreciation Day!!
Did you know that bubble wrap was originally designed for home decor? In the '60s, the Sealed Air Corporation patented a textured wallpaper that later became known for its functionality in both packaging and providing hours of enjoyment for the easily entertained.
My friend Elizabeth is pretty amazing. She made a bubble wrap skirt...
Reminds me quite a bit of the amazing Lady Gaga bubble dress by Hussein Chalayan...
Let's not forget Ferrah Fawcett... Acutally, let's.
Listening to: Stars
Things Going on Today: No work, because of my knee. FHE.
Blessings: Hurt knees. Sleeping in. No homework.
Monday, January 24, 2011
So, Hannah... that's an interesting notebook, there.
When I was thirteen, I really liked a guy named Paul. I was head-over-heels for him, actually. You can call my obsession with Paul the epitome of Junior High Romance. Girl likes boy. Boy never even notices girl. Girl goes crazy and heckles boy until he fears for his life... yup.
One thing I would do to make my affections known is to write the words "I LOVE PAUL" on every page of my weekly planner. Every page. And this wasn't just a little note in the corner. I bought myself a set of neon Crayola markers and I completely covered the page in fancy teenage-girl writing. Each page became a work of art, a stunning calligraphic masterpiece of "I LOVE PAUL." After about the sixteenth page, I got bored with "I LOVE PAUL" and moved on to "PAUL IS HOT." Then, after another ten ages, I got more creative. "PAUL HAS AN AMAZING SMILE." "PAUL IS AS CUTE AS A MONKEY." "PAULY WAULY IS MY DOLLY"...
You get the idea.
Why do I bring this up? Well I found myself bored in ASL today I started doodling and I began to write the words "I <3 MARK" on the top of my notes. I don't think I've done that since that major Junior High crush. I wonder if that's a reflection on how Mark makes me feel... maybe. The really sad news is I have never really grown up since then. Back then, I literally stalked the men I liked, lathered at the mouth when they passed, and told everyone how amazing he was without ever talking to his face. Now, while I'm not quite as obvious, I still find myself obsessing over boys all the freaking time. I've scared so many men out of liking me, and oh, so quickly. I guess I'll never learn...
Listening to: Jay May "Snow White"
Things going on tonight: Dinner group at Kam's, writing a song about Hamlet. Mark isn't coming over tonight at my request because I want some quality roommate time.
Blessings: Free food, FHE, and Deaf wards.
It's Raining, It's Pouring
You know the phrase, "It's snowing today"? Or "It's really windy outside"? What's the IT?? Is "IT" the outside world? Is it the clouds that are raining, or the sky? It's sunny... that means the atmosphere is sunny, right? It's warm... the air is warm?
I'm sure there's a concrete answer for this and I'm just that much more stupid for missing it, but my point here is that there are things that we say every day and we never think about what exactly we are saying. This is just a chance for you to stop and ponder about the English language.
Listening to: Ella Fitzgerald, "Anything Goes"
Things Going on Today: First FHE of the Semester, dinner group
Blessings: Getting out early from ASL, fast days at work, sunshine
I'm sure there's a concrete answer for this and I'm just that much more stupid for missing it, but my point here is that there are things that we say every day and we never think about what exactly we are saying. This is just a chance for you to stop and ponder about the English language.
Listening to: Ella Fitzgerald, "Anything Goes"
Things Going on Today: First FHE of the Semester, dinner group
Blessings: Getting out early from ASL, fast days at work, sunshine
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