30 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Share a song that makes you laugh.
Cracks me up every time, though I'm not sure if it's the song itself or the memories it brings back...
Show us something in your house from the 1970s.
I laugh at this question because so much of my parents' old house (the one where I grew up) was decorated in the 1970s and never updated. In fact, I think the old wallpaper was still on the walls when my parents sold it in 2002 or so. Mind you, by then, the green shag carpet had been replaced with a muted tan berber (it made the house look completely different), but the majority of that house was like a time capsule.
[sigh] Good times!
Show us what you'd most like to see delivered by UPS today.
Well, it actually arrived this morning via DHL, but...
And there it is on my messy credenza!
J, in IT, said it was really fast (4 MB of RAM, baby!) and was a very nice computer. He removed all the crap and loaded the stuff I need for work, so we are now good to go!
Yippee!
Show us something that rocks.
I picked up a few of these sets today for some babies I know (including my own Baby C). It also comes with a little matching beanie, but since Baby C now hates wearing things on his head, I opted to not get one for him. The other sets are complete, though.
And for those wondering about the Embargo, I'm happy to report that there was no exchange of funds for these (or any of the other things I'm bringing home tonight). I picked up a few things for some friends' upcoming birthdays, too - none of it something that I later intend to borrow - and my shopping strike still stands!
Show us a letter.
This is an image I found through a link from someone's blog on Vox, only I can't remember whose!
Anyway, as the flash card says, G is, indeed, for Giraffe.
And if anyone knows where I found this, could you please let me know? I'd like to see if I can find the rest of this artist's letters!
Book: Show us a book you've read more than once.
Yes, I'm sick. I've read the whole series (except for Book 7) at least twice.
This is my favorite book to read to the baby, along with Good Night Moon.
And here are a few other books I've read cover-to-cover more than once:
Yes, that's the complete Nancy Drew series there. All 64 books of mystery. When my parents sent my sister and me to the Philippines for the summers, I would often hole myself up in my cousin's room and read these. And the Sweet Valley High series, but I don't like to admit to that very often.
Video: Show us a music video you'd gladly watch over and over again.
The first is "Dead Beat Club" by the B-52s. Love this song. The beginning is the best:
"Huh? Get a job?" "What for?" "I'm trying to think..."
If you look closely, you'll also catch Michael Stipe in the video.
Next is "Manhattan Boy" by Easter. I love the song, and the video is pretty cool, too. Don't really know what the story behind it is, but, there you go.
And last is Duran Duran's "New Moon on Monday". Talk about telling a story. This is a story of a revolution, I think, but I'm not sure what the new moon happening on a Monday has to do with it. I think this was one of Duran Duran's better videos, though.
Show us a type of art or craft that you'd like to learn.
I've wanted to learn to sew for as long as I can remember. My mother has tried to teach me a few times, but I have this awful mental block when she tries to teach me something crafty, and I haven't been able to master this.
My mom is an amazing seamstress. I say that because the woman can - and still does - sew some amazing articles of clothing. She made my wedding dress, for example, and countless dresses and Halloween costumes in my youth. She made some of my junior high school uniforms, too, and altered more dresses, skirts, and pants than I could begin to count. She has the amazing ability to look at an article of clothing for a few moments, size it up, then duplicate it. Two of my favorite skirts (pre-pregnancy skirts that I cannot bring myself to discard just yet) were made just this way.
The woman is a machine.
I never picked up the art of sewing, but, then, neither did my sister, so I don't feel too terrible. It took me years to finally learn to crochet (she's a pro at that, too), so I still hold out some hope that I may learn to sew one day.
My husband, of course, says that sewing is easy - you just move the fabric along and let the machine do its thing. Somehow, though, the sewing machine can sense that mental block in my brain, and nothing I try to do will change it.
Sewing for Dummies? Does it come in a remedial format? That's the book I think I would need.
Show us a photo that requires an explanation.
This is, by far, one of my favorite pictures, though it seems rather random if you don't know the back story.
You see, the one of the very first self-portraits my husband took of us was really of our shoes - matching black Chuck Taylors - propped up on the railing on the second story of the train station at the Magic Kingdom at Disney World. Behind our shoes was Cinderella's Castle.
One of the only things I bought for our son before he was born was a pair of black Chuck Taylors. After all, everyone needs a pair of black Chuck Taylors. (My Chucks, sadly, died several years ago, but my husband has multiple pairs of black Chucks.)
So, this photo was taken when my son was only four weeks old, just before his first non-hospital outing. His feet were a little too small for the shoes, but he wasn't able to kick them off. Now, four months later, those shoes are too small for his feet, and I need to get a new pair for him. But I love this photo because it reminds me of (a) how tiny he used to be and (b) that first self-portrait from many years ago.
Show us your favorite writer.
I considered naming a popular fiction writer as a response to this question, but I realized that, while I appreciate the stories I read, I can't quite call any of the contemporary writers my favorite.
My favorite writers inspire me to write myself. After reading one of their works, I'm immediately anxious to start penning my own thoughts. Great writers make me think, and after reading a great literary piece, I'm immediately humbled by the author's incredible ability to finesse the English language into a well-woven tale.
Chris and I were actually talking about Samuel Beckett last night. I remember taking a creative writing class and studying his play, Waiting for Godot. It was my first foray into existentialism, and to this day the play still gives me pause. His novel Murphy was the only other major work of his that I read, though this was not through a class and soley out of curiosity.
I think Beckett has incredible wit and brilliant style. He's a thinking man's writer.
