I love the internet. Have I mentioned this lately? I feel like maybe I just love the world, and I happen to access so much of the world via the internet, that I misdirect my love toward the internet instead. Regardless of that useless sentence, the latest thing that I spend my time doing on the internet is the greatest time-suck ever invented. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Pinterest. Essentially, it's a website where people collect and share images of things. Seriously that's all it is. BUT! Via pinterest, I have come across amazing things like Uncommon Goods and The Urbanophile and (though I can barely bring myself to admit it) Shoe Dazzle and all sorts of cool stuff.
Additionally, I was telling a story about two of my friends from CLU, Evan and Grant, who I think should have a show on NPR where they talk about what they think about the world. Evan and Grant are pretty much the ultimate leftists, and have been known to quip onto the ends of other people's statements with "or the lack thereof" whenever we talk about societies (our own, even!) that lack certain human rights, etc. Therefore, their show should be called "The Lack Thereof" and they can talk all about how from their atheist/socialist/whateverist perspective, everything is lacking. I think this is very hilarious. It was brought to my attention by those listening to this story that, by the same logic, I should have my own NPR show where I talk about how backwards things can be in this world, and it should be called "Interestingly Enough," because that is how I always begin my stories about how ironic/hypocritical/backwards something is. And then Kelsey can have a show called "Food For Thought" (even though she never says that) about cooking and being smart. Because Kelsey cooks and is smart. I guess I just want everyone to have their own NPR show? Too bad there's about to be zero funding for NPR, so the likelihood of all of this is very low.
Anyway, you've spent four minutes wondering what the point of all of this is, I'm sure. Interestingly enough, there is no further information to give. So, with that, I say you should see what Pinterest can offer you, and then make a donation to NPR.
March Madness
I don't like basketball.
The first time I watched a basketball game (live or otherwise, I'm pretty sure) from start to finish was in college, watching my dear friend Cass play for CLU.
But, oh. Oh, do I love March Madness.
I love March Madness because filling out brackets is a hilarious game of chance, during which I am just as likely to pick the winning team as someone whose job it is to analyze basketball. [Maybe a post to come later about the fact that there are people who get paid to analyze basketball? America.] And when I watch those kids (for they are so young!) standing at the free-throw line, all I can think about is that they are somebody's roommate and lab partner and other collegiate things. They're just somebody else's Cass. And so when I watch Selection Sunday, and I see them all sitting in their logo shirts and matching khakis, waiting with bated breath to hear their school announced as one of the lucky 68...it just makes my day. Those kids are genuinely thrilled to be a part of this tournament. And I, through infinitely less effort and talent, get to be a part of it with them.
For who knows what reason, I am a Duke basketball fan. [I now happen to have a best friend attending grad school there.] Last year, I chose Duke to win the championship, which they did, which allowed me to dom all my really serious basketball fan friends in our pool, because they all had Kansas winning, and they got upset in like the 3rd round or something embarrassing. So, of course, this year, I'm hoping for a repeat, though I'm not in a pool with those boys. They were probably afraid I'd school them all. Again. :)
I have six brackets on the table, but this is the one I actually hope comes true:
The tournament officially begins tomorrow (I mean, unless you count the new "First Four" that played today and yesterday. But you should not.) at 9am PST, and you can bet that I will spend my next few weeks paying even less attention in class. I am also lucky enough to be attending the West region's Sweet Sixteen and Elite Eight in Anaheim next week!
Fight, Blue Devils! Fight!
The first time I watched a basketball game (live or otherwise, I'm pretty sure) from start to finish was in college, watching my dear friend Cass play for CLU.
But, oh. Oh, do I love March Madness.
I love March Madness because filling out brackets is a hilarious game of chance, during which I am just as likely to pick the winning team as someone whose job it is to analyze basketball. [Maybe a post to come later about the fact that there are people who get paid to analyze basketball? America.] And when I watch those kids (for they are so young!) standing at the free-throw line, all I can think about is that they are somebody's roommate and lab partner and other collegiate things. They're just somebody else's Cass. And so when I watch Selection Sunday, and I see them all sitting in their logo shirts and matching khakis, waiting with bated breath to hear their school announced as one of the lucky 68...it just makes my day. Those kids are genuinely thrilled to be a part of this tournament. And I, through infinitely less effort and talent, get to be a part of it with them.
For who knows what reason, I am a Duke basketball fan. [I now happen to have a best friend attending grad school there.] Last year, I chose Duke to win the championship, which they did, which allowed me to dom all my really serious basketball fan friends in our pool, because they all had Kansas winning, and they got upset in like the 3rd round or something embarrassing. So, of course, this year, I'm hoping for a repeat, though I'm not in a pool with those boys. They were probably afraid I'd school them all. Again. :)
I have six brackets on the table, but this is the one I actually hope comes true:
Fight, Blue Devils! Fight!
A Lenten letter
As a Lenten discipline, a friend of mine is writing a letter each day to someone who has affected his life (faith life, in particular) in some deep way. I know this only because today, I got mine. It was so surprising and so beautiful to read those words he had written, and to know how special and formative our relationship has been for him. Of course, if I were to undertake the same, he would receive a letter from me, too.
Anyway, I just wanted to plant that idea in your heads, if you're still struggling for a Lenten discipline, or just thinking of something nice to do for your spiritual guides. :)
Anyway, I just wanted to plant that idea in your heads, if you're still struggling for a Lenten discipline, or just thinking of something nice to do for your spiritual guides. :)