Popsicle

Yesterday after work, my husband and I discovered that we had each visited the CNN website, and that the only article either of us had read was about a 35,000 pound popsicle.

Pride

Before the Saturday matinee presentation of Howl's Moving Castle, Thomas and I caught a preview of the new Pride and Prejudice, scheduled for release this September. As much as my husband would like for me to find a feature-length replacement for the five-hour BBC miniseries that I love, I don't think it's gonna happen. From the preview, it looks like they've tried to turn Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy's story into some kind of passionate affair. But it's not a passionate affair, and that's the beauty of it.

I hope that they just "spiced up" the preview, and not the movie itself.

Austin

Last week I went to the grocery store wearing lime green gym shorts, clashing turquoise flip-flops, and the off-white T-shirt I had slept in the night before. I said to my husband as we were leaving the apartment, "I love Austin." I grew up in a small town in Alabama, where you are expected to make yourself presentable before going out in public, for fear that you might see someone you know. Here, I don't hesitate to go to the grocery store in whatever I happen to be wearing, not because I won't see anyone I know, but because no one I know would care what I happened to be wearing. It's very freeing. I told this story to my boss and described what I had been wearing, and she responded, "Heck, you could wear that out to dinner." Yep, I love Austin.

Fish

Buzz was a fish, a beautiful yellow betta who would rip your fins off as soon as look at you. He was a good fish. All those who knew Buzz will be saddened to learn that he has passed away. I cried. I didn't expect to; he was, after all, just a fish, and I, after all, had always thought that fish were pretty lame pets. But then I got Buzz and his arch-enemy Copper (who's still alive and swimming), and they were so beautiful and funny and nice to have around. I was sad to see that pass away - a little reminder that this beautiful world is broken and that everything isn't as it should be. But also a little reminder to hope for what's to come.

Peer Pressure: The Inaugural Post

It's a good thing all my friends are blogging and not jumping off of roofs.