Time

What if clocks didn't exist?  I think the world would be a much more relaxed place, our lives would not be dictated by a circular object attached to our wrist or the wall...but by ourselves.  Instead of a meeting at 12, we would meet when we felt like it.  Production may become much slower, or people may do better because they would be less stressed.  That would be nice.  Salvador Dali is one of my favorites, and he seemed to have it right with this painting, plus I like the commentary.

Carpe Diem

You know that kid that always runs to class, all hunched-over and on a mission?  Or that kid that has 5 different calculators?  Yep...the nerd.  And you know what, the seem to be the most happy, carefree people I know if.  And quite frankly, we are all nerds at heart, but the one I am talking about is that obvious guy with the nasal voice and tape on the glasses.  Thinking of this, I was inspired to make this ad...for nerdom.

Granny Panties

When everything seems to be a mess, the last thing you want is to be uncomfortable.  Out come the granny panties.  That's right, granny panties.  That pair you wear as your "lucky underwear," the ones that are not the best looking but will see you through thick and thin (pants too...haha).  Think about it...your dream panties are not going to be those complicated ones from Victoria's Secret with all the ribbons and bows...no (though cute...comfort is not first to mind).  For me, it is the granny panties...those high-waisted, rear covering panties.  Embrace it.

illness

Why is it that I seem to get sick when I want to be the most productive?  Here I am, with the voice of a dying toad, and only one test and a paper this week but I managed to get sick.  Bring on the activity.  Hint to all, you know you are an overachiever when you are sick and you take home busy work.  In this case, big/little work for my sorority.  Finally I am the in the position of "big" aka spend as much money and time spoiling another girl (or two, tee hee) in your sorority.  And what am I doing?  Staying up until 2 in the morning doing endless crafts with red paint...it's bloody brilliant (no pun intended...haha).  Illnesses are supposed to be a time to take a break, to relax.  Me?  I just get more stressed and I want to do more.  Maybe that is why they invented NyQuil...to make us all catatonic instead of a machine while we are ill...

The Look

From the hit 80's rock song "She's Got the Look" to current society, someone always seems to have "the look."  But what is "the look?"  For me, it represents comfort, and feeling good in your own skin.  For some, that may mean makeup and a fancy dress and for others (myself included) sagging sweat pants and an oversized sweatshirt (don't judge me).  However, society seems to have change this idea of "the look" into something completely different and fake.  One of the ads from the Dove self-esteem campaign gets this message across:

Does the media force our perceptions?  Yes.  So why can't I feel comfortable going to class in a ponytail and sweats eating a donut?  No, it seems that what is currently accepted are those God-aweful leggings (some even take it to tights...like babies...shudder) and a carmel macchiato.  The bottom line is that "The look" is worded wrong.  There is no "The look" it is "My look."

Slam Books

It seems like gossip is going further and further, beyond any limits.  To show this idea I made a short film with my middle school sister as the actress demonstrating this phenomenon.  It seems that there is never enough room for your gossip, and now with technology at our side (or against us) it seems to be taking root and literally an epidemic.  Now we can talk all about Julie's bad hair day, before anyone sees her or gets home to write in the burn book, what will be next? It is crude filming (limited resources, what can I say?) but it gets the message across.

Permeation Apple

I just googled apple.  What came up?  Not a red fruit but the symbol.   This is crazy.  25 years ago, I would have gotten nothing.  But, thanks to TBWA/Chiat/Day and the 1984 campaign, Apple has become so widespread that even the tales of Johnny Appleseed can't compete.  Think about it, what if I typed in pooper-scooper?  I highly doubt I would have the same reaction (nor the desire to do so).  Even if I search "rabbit" I get the animal instead of the car.  Someday, I want to invent something that becomes this widespread.  Well, now time to recharge my apple...and maybe have a snack.

Livin' on Tulsa Time

I am an Oklahoma girl, born and raised.  And no, I am not lucky enough to receive affirmative action money from the government due to my Native American heritage, unfortunately.  However...I do love my home.  Right now it is fall break and I am home, and I am glad.  Though I do miss my SMU community, it is nice to get in touch with these unique roots.  I am from Jenks, Oklahoma (pronounced "Jinx" but don't even think about that name working out, we dominate at everything).  Jenks is separated from Tulsa by a river, the Arkansas River in fact (though it mostly looks like sandbars).  Now, my home is no ordinary suburb, it is the "suburbaboonies."  The etymology of this word is very simple: suburb, meaning town near a city and boonies, as in middle of nowhere.  Although I am close to the city, it takes 15 minutes to go anywhere, including the nears Reasor's (Kroger for groceries?  I think not!) due to the traffic and barrenness of the land.  For you see, I do not actually live in Jenks, I live on the border of Jenks, Glenpool, Bixby, and Sapulpa (try and pronounce those, go ahead...haha).  Therefore, to my close North is a Ranch, to the South is a power plant (constant power surges and subsequent outages are necessary, of course), and to the East I have a car wash (delicious sno-cones, mind you) and the West, I have grass...with a small strip center.   These amenities, though not necessary to make up the suburbaboonies, similar quantities of neighborhoods and seemingly-useless businesses will suffice, are what make my home.  And I love it.  How many people can boast they live in the middle of nowhere, not too far from the town and grocery store, and near a city?  My home is special. period.

First the King of Rock...now the king of Pop.

Michael Jackson, a legend in the music industry now seems to have a ghost story following him.  

Next thing you know there will be stories of "sightings" of the late King of Pop. What comes 
to mind now is the odd belief by some that Elvis is still alive. Think about it, the legendary 
death of a music legend in this new generation spurs the same superstitions. Now, who is to
say that this video is a hoax or what have you, but the fact that it is on Larry King Live, 
c'mon people!  Next they will be claiming that the two Kings are hanging out at the ranch, oh 
and they invited Bob Marley too.  

This obsession with idols in society is amazing, it seems that if someone dies we take them to 
the next level. Think about it, Heath Ledger wins best actor for the Joker post mortem, and 
granted, it was a good performance, but was it the best? Michael, you will be remembered, 
but people...does he really have to be a ghost?

Oh the Humanity!

Have you ever noticed how much people seem to hate police?  It seems all they do is make you miserable.  For example, earlier this week I was having a horrible day and on my way to a job interview I was pulled over.  I thought, at the time, that this was a nice cop and he was just letting me know I had a tail light out or something.  No.  Apparently I did not "come to a full and complete stop at that stop sign." Enter the waterworks.  I begged, I pleaded, I actually told the truth and did I get mercy? No.  I got a $187 ticket.  Then, it makes me wonder, when these people go home, how do they feel?  They gave a hysterical, poor college student a ticket without a second glance.  What else are they capable of?  Yes, cops do stop the "bad guys" and go to schools and talk to kids.  But those handing out tickets?  Yes, apparently I did break the law, but honestly $187 to a girl with a was-clean record?  I could never be a cop, knowing that so many people hate me because I made them have a bad day.  Fighting crime is cool and wonderful and everything, but hiding behind stop signs? Don't you have something better to do?  Maybe fight the donut stereotype and go to Salad Alley...

People Change

Have you ever heard the saying "people change?"  Of course you have.  But do people actually seem different?  It is like when you are little, and grow up with the same people all through elementary and middle school look the same, even though you know that you are growing up.  Your perception of yourself always seems to be the same, no matter how old you are.  I know that I looked much different as a child, but I don't feel much different as far as myself is concerned.  Now, separation does allow me to see the changes.  I think I have started to notice this more in college than in the past, because I go for extended periods of time between seeing my friends.  Some faces change, and I remember them from before and then compare them to the present.  However, I still cannot seem to remember what people looked like when we were in say, Kindergarden.  All I see is the last memory of that person or the current perception.  This makes me wonder how people remember me, if I am different of if we all, in essence, think this way.

Selfless Tanner

I think it was a few weeks ago my professor mean to say "sunless tanner" but it came out "selfless."  At the time I just shook this off as a joke, but as I started to think about it, the idea made a ton of sense.  Dictionary.com defines "selfless" as: having little or no concern for oneself, esp. with regard to fame, position, money, etc.; unselfish.  What if someone could just rub something on themself that would allow that individual to just "take a step back" and approach an issue in a completely new and different way.  The y would think of others, and work for the greater good.  In an ideal world, this seems like a great product.  Heck, I would even listen to the infomercial and pay $19.99 plus shipping and handling.

To a Little Bird

Dear LB,
     The future is different then you think it will be.  You haven't seen The Butterfly Effect yet (though it is one of your favorite movies) but the concept is very important.  Every action affects the future, every action determines the course of your life.  Although they are not mistakes, but some situations will shape your future and make you the person that you are going to be.
1. Do not stick blue play-doh up your nose in the third grade...it hurts really bad and you will have blue snot for a week.
2. Do not give Jeanette such a hard time when she babysits you, she is a nice girl.
3. Do not hold such high standards for people, you will only get lonely...though do set good standards for yourself.
4. When you go to interviews, zip your fly.
5. Remember that people love you, someone out there always does, even though it is hard to see,
6. Do not trust boys, but give them a chance.
7. Try eggs with tabasco sauce, they actually taste good that way and people will think your food tastes are a bit more normal.
8. Do not paint your room purple...you will hate it within a year.
9. Push yourself in everything, but just as long as you try your best to not be disappointed.
10. Don't believe lies, but don't call people out on them either, it just makes things difficult.

I hope you grow up to be as strong and driven as I know you are.

Love,
Birdie

New to E!: Babytalk

Babytalk.  The newest show for the widest variety of viewers, coming into your cribs at 5/4 central, just after naptime and before dinnertime.  This new-all star cast features the talents seen in the 90s hit, "Baby Geniuses." No longer will there be simply cute little Michelle Tanner's out there with "You got it Dude!"  We now have Omar..."Si, homie!"LaQuesha "ya, ya supafly hood mama" and my personal favorite, Benson" Yes sir, you know the fact indubitably."  Though, there is one difference from the old T-V show...the families will actually be able to understand the babies, but the babies will still have the needs.  This truly has potential...Babies we can understand...a mother's and babysitter's dream come true.  And of course, there will be superheroes, love story, and a dog...like the typical sitcom.

kleptomania

I like stuff.  All kinds of stuff.  Whether it is blankets, shoes or scarves I love them all.  Alas, I do not get to indulge in these very often, since I am a college student I have no money, after all.  As I sit here writing I look to my left and see the monster lurking in the closet, the monster of stuff.  It would be so great if I though I could get along without it, yet here I am thinking of a way to afford a certain rain jacket.  Wow.  It seems that kleptomania is a syndrome that all people have in some way.  I personally like clothes.  But what I love is food.  It seems like everyday I go to the grocery store is a new experience and looking through a cookbook is the next Land's End.  These things all seem to create a monster within us (it makes the sound of a stomach grumble after seeming those rice krispie treats).  It would be great if we could live without stuff.  Or, only have a certain number of things, like a quota.  Alas though, as an American it seems I have to appease the monster, right now it wants bacon.

Here is a small sample of my cluttered lifestyle:

this was taken over the summer, where my extra stuff literally had to sit in the living room because my bedroom was too small for my junk.  The next picture shows the piles as they interrupt friend time.