Naps are the best. Just saying. I took a stellar forty-five minute nap the other day. The definition of a lazy Sunday? I say yes.
I was reading some Econ, trying to study GDP and CPI. It was going pretty well. But then I got a blanket out--I was cold, okay!--aaand I fell asleep. Something about being wrapped up in a blanket, being warm and snuggly, and reading not that exciting Economic theory just makes me sleepy.
I woke up groggy but satisfied. Then I went to choir practice. I have a beautiful voice; I think that's why my choir director never gives me solos. He doesn't want to make everyone else jealous.
A typical Sunday,
~Alice
Friday, March 26, 2010
Sur La Table
So, I got a magazine from Sur La Table the other day. The kitchen supply store, you know. And it had a picture, a photograph if you will, of a delicious juicy steak. I want meat.
On the subject of tables! (Great transition, right? almost as awkward as the Prom invitation "show" yesterday) We're working on tables in Web Design. It's more complex than anything we've done yet, but I like it. It appeals to my OCD, keeping everything in nice, orderly boxes. And it's easier to align pictures and text because you can use the align attribute within the table tag.
Oh, I also like how complex the html code for tables looks. It makes me feel smart writing in a secret language that produces images and text and what not.
One week until meat,
~Alice
On the subject of tables! (Great transition, right? almost as awkward as the Prom invitation "show" yesterday) We're working on tables in Web Design. It's more complex than anything we've done yet, but I like it. It appeals to my OCD, keeping everything in nice, orderly boxes. And it's easier to align pictures and text because you can use the align attribute within the table tag.
Oh, I also like how complex the html code for tables looks. It makes me feel smart writing in a secret language that produces images and text and what not.
One week until meat,
~Alice
Thursday, March 11, 2010
....
There's a reason I don't keep a diary; I don't really like the whole writing thing. I've always had a problem with short, choppy sentences.
Case and Point:
I don't like to write. I do like to read. That's why I take AP English. Blair is blogging right now.
Beautiful prose, yes? I am extremely eloquent, and eloquent people often use the word extremely. And very. And incredibly. Basically, I am the bane of my English teacher. He crafts these intricate sentences explaining how Hamlet's soliloquys examine subjectivity--"To be or not to be!" (Heeey, pretty long sentence!) Hamlet is a idiot and a coward. I don't like him.
Hamlet asks "To sleep?", and I say yes. Go sleep. Go home. Go away. And if you're aware of the metaphor--
GO DIE!
~Alice
P.S. I do see the value in reading Shakespeare. I just not a fan of Hamlet.
Case and Point:
I don't like to write. I do like to read. That's why I take AP English. Blair is blogging right now.
Beautiful prose, yes? I am extremely eloquent, and eloquent people often use the word extremely. And very. And incredibly. Basically, I am the bane of my English teacher. He crafts these intricate sentences explaining how Hamlet's soliloquys examine subjectivity--"To be or not to be!" (Heeey, pretty long sentence!) Hamlet is a idiot and a coward. I don't like him.
Hamlet asks "To sleep?", and I say yes. Go sleep. Go home. Go away. And if you're aware of the metaphor--
GO DIE!
~Alice
P.S. I do see the value in reading Shakespeare. I just not a fan of Hamlet.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Food?
Macaroni and Cheese. Apricot. Granny Smith Apple. Salmon. Pink Sherbert. Asparagus. Eggplant.
Yes, these are some tasty food that I like. But more interestingly--not that food by itself isn't infinitely interesting--they are all current Crayola crayon colors. Talk about creative! Back in the day, when I was just a young child (because I am sooo old now...not), Macaroni and Cheese was the coolest, most unique, and only food-named crayon around. Obviously, Crayola has been doing some renaming.
I would definitely check out this Crayola website:. It has the history behind each current color. Vivid tangerine was actually introduced in 1990. I guess I missed that one.
In the mood for a coloring book,
~Alice
Yes, these are some tasty food that I like. But more interestingly--not that food by itself isn't infinitely interesting--they are all current Crayola crayon colors. Talk about creative! Back in the day, when I was just a young child (because I am sooo old now...not), Macaroni and Cheese was the coolest, most unique, and only food-named crayon around. Obviously, Crayola has been doing some renaming.
I would definitely check out this Crayola website:. It has the history behind each current color. Vivid tangerine was actually introduced in 1990. I guess I missed that one.
In the mood for a coloring book,
~Alice
colors
This is completely hypothetical. COMPLETELY. I would never do this to my kid.
Parents teach their kids colors, right? Well, what if a parent told their child that green was red. And red was green. That poor child would be incapable of communicating colors to others. My Christmas tree is red. The grass is red! Umm....no it's not. At least according to the standard. The words red and green are really just arbitrary representations of the color itself. (Not unlike how hexadecimal codes in html are symbols of the amount of red, green, and blue in an image--little web design shout out).
In the same vein, we probably all see colors a little differently. The way the light bends into our eyes, the way the cones on a retina process that light, and even what we have assumed to be the standard for a color affect the label we give to it. I remember talking to one of my church friends about this PURPLE dress. She was convince that it was blue. Obviously, we were seeing the dress differently or someone had told her that purple was really blue. But trust me...it was purple.
Sorry if this didn't make any sense.
Until the next rant,
~Alice
Parents teach their kids colors, right? Well, what if a parent told their child that green was red. And red was green. That poor child would be incapable of communicating colors to others. My Christmas tree is red. The grass is red! Umm....no it's not. At least according to the standard. The words red and green are really just arbitrary representations of the color itself. (Not unlike how hexadecimal codes in html are symbols of the amount of red, green, and blue in an image--little web design shout out).
In the same vein, we probably all see colors a little differently. The way the light bends into our eyes, the way the cones on a retina process that light, and even what we have assumed to be the standard for a color affect the label we give to it. I remember talking to one of my church friends about this PURPLE dress. She was convince that it was blue. Obviously, we were seeing the dress differently or someone had told her that purple was really blue. But trust me...it was purple.
Sorry if this didn't make any sense.
Until the next rant,
~Alice
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