SYTYCD: Why I Don't Hate Reality TV

What I'm In Love With Right This Second:

Gmail.

Arnold Palmers (half lemonade, half ice tea). 

Greek yogurt.

Farmers markets.

Georgetown.

Dupont.

Sculpture gardens.

Michigan accents.

ENOUGH and Campus Progress interns.

Dinner parties on Natalie's balcony.

Five Guys.

Taking the Metro.

Blackberry talks with Meg.

Blackberry texts from Casey.

Mail from my Mom.

"Suppressing Ideas Never Makes Them Go Away."

I think Obama's antries into the Muslim world are so important.
*But I'd like more action less rhetoric.

So here's my plea: please do not travel to Africa, Central America, India, Bulgaria, China, etc. to do amazing things and not gave a damn or know a thing about your country's foreign policy. It just doesn't make sense.



And on that note:

Obama's speech in Cairo.

And a very scary response in Jerusalem.

It's Pouring Down Rain In DC, Thus An Update:

So, I've been in DC for a couple days now:

Living space is comical and completely temporary, but includes great roommates and great Foggy Bottom location. 

I work at Center for American Progress with the student mobilization arm, Campus Progress, where really profound things are written and events with free drinks are hosted.

The people are awesome, intimidatingly smart and so much more committed to causes than I could ever hope to be. I'm sort of realizing that I'm much more opinionated than activist.

Just an example: I am completely disturbed, outraged and overwhelmed with feelings about the George Tiller murder and think certain conservative pundits are absolute criminals. 

I can't wait to further explore the city, take a weekend trip to Cape Cod, experience more of the DC political scene and ride the metro with easy confidence (so, right now I get lost an average of three times per day...).

The view from Natalie's balcony is insane.

This city is run on pure youth.

Shopping at the Safeway inside the Watergate building sufficiently creeps me out - I literally got goosebumps.

Other than that, I'm exhausted and have trouble processing my thoughts/talking in complete sentences. Whew, 9 to 6.

And, of course, I miss everyone. Wish you were here.

Also, just watched Glee pilot - both entertaining and oddly inspiring.

As If It Wasn't Already Apparent That I Love The New York Times...

SAVE POLAROID FILM. (So neat).

One Summer, 14 Weekends. 

Biography over Brain? 

People I Really, Really Do Not Like:

1. Kobe Bryant.

Summer Mode.

It's come to my attention that my blog resembles every other girls' blog out there in the blogosphere. I feel unoriginal.

Maybe I'll resolve this by committing to Twitter...

Or by becoming more original...

I saw Star Trek last night.

With my dad.

At Kickingbird.

And can I just say that I would trade all of the world's Bricktown Harkins and Warren-like theaters for one Kickingbird 8. I just love its simplicity.

I remember loving it during the middle school and high school years, because I could go there with my family and not be embarrassed, because everyone my age would be at the one at the mall. And if someone did happen to be at Kickingbird, they were similarly with their parents and just as ashamed.

I'm glad I'm past that stage now - being embarrassed to be seen at the movies with my parents.

Because seeing a movie with my parents is awesome - its paid for and includes overpriced popcorn. Even if my mom is the one in the audience persistently asking, "Oh my gosh, what's going to happen next!?" in her loudest tone.

I also really enjoyed Star Trek. 

Mostly because I like how J.J. Abrams recycles his actors. He was on NPR's Talk of the Nation the other day and seemed genuinely nice.

However, I am confused as to what exactly the "red matter" was/how it originated. I feel that element was not sufficiently explained, but if you can get past that...

I'm also completely perplexed by:

the Violent Femmes' lyric: big hands, i know you're the one...

I have successfully memorized all of Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire" while running.

I have no idea where my diploma is. Maybe I left it in the Union...

So I was reading an article on Susan Rice, US Ambassador to the UN, and became completely overwhelmed by her impossibly rigorous resume and schedule.

Sometimes I feel like I'm Maggie Gyllenhaal's character in Stranger Than Fiction, when she goes to Harvard law school only to find she really just loved to bake.

This is all to say, I like being productive, but things like sleeping-in and wasting entire afternoons doing nothing are also extremely important to me.

Advice I got recently from my mom's landscape architect colleague, that seems like it should be a no-brainer, but for some reason isn't:

Network and make connections, but only with people you like and respect. Don't waste time with people you don't really care for - no matter their position or advantage. 

 

Summer Soundtrack: Santagold's Lights Out and The Cure. (Thanks to Kori).

While I continue to float. (Thanks to Whitney for the perfect word to describe this current stage of life).