22 April 2009
A message from one of our sponsors
One of the fashion designers that my sister represents, Lauren Moffatt, has partnered with The Skin Cancer Foundation to produce this chic canvas hat. I'd wear it! Check it out here.
Spring
In honor of Earth Week, there is a clothing swap going on in the Student Center. Donated shirts have been clipped to a clothesline and shoes are displayed in the shelves of a magazine rack. A few coats dangle from the corner of a cardboard box. While passing by today, I was startled to see the jacket of someone I know. Its torso was unnaturally still and empty, reminiscent of a hollow crab shell or the sloughed skin of a snake.
21 April 2009
Magic tricks
Last night I stayed up until 3:45 am watching episodes from the first season of HBO's In Treatment. The show chronicles a psychotherapist's sessions with several different clients. I got engrossed in the story of Sophie, a troubled sixteen-year-old gymnast.
Many elements of Sophie's narrative are common in adolescent dramas. She fights with her parents. She suffers from anorexia. She has a dark secret. What distinguishes Sophie's story, however, is the complexity of the actress who plays her, Mia Wasikowska. Wasikowska is an optical illusion. She can morph from a little girl into a jaded older woman with no discernible stops along the way. It is as though she changes costumes between shots, transforming herself while the camera idles on a distraction in the room. In a few rare instances you can see both child and adult at once, an ambiguous figure that baffles the senses.
Many elements of Sophie's narrative are common in adolescent dramas. She fights with her parents. She suffers from anorexia. She has a dark secret. What distinguishes Sophie's story, however, is the complexity of the actress who plays her, Mia Wasikowska. Wasikowska is an optical illusion. She can morph from a little girl into a jaded older woman with no discernible stops along the way. It is as though she changes costumes between shots, transforming herself while the camera idles on a distraction in the room. In a few rare instances you can see both child and adult at once, an ambiguous figure that baffles the senses.
20 April 2009
Like an old couture blankie
After lunch today, I tried to quell a nasty case of heartburn with a handful of antacids and a few moments of TV. Unfortunately, every show on the air just seemed to aggravate my condition. A talk show on mothers in prison hurt my stomach. A medical mystery left me with a metallic taste in my mouth. The movie on the Disney Channel made me dizzy. Finally, I settled on a re-run of Project Runway. It made me feel warm and drowsy, probably because I had seen it before. Familiarity begets comfort and I had no obligation to stay awake and watch how it ended.
Oopsy doops
Hello. I'm back.
I'm taking a short story writing class this semester (taught by author Jennifer Finney Boylan, catch her on tomorrow's episode of Oprah) and I've become so absorbed with inventing fictional stories that I guess I forgot to record the true ones. Last week, I finished my three pieces for the class, so hey! Here I am. And here's today's first piece of minutia: a poem that I wrote about Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Rembrance Day, was posted this morning on The Jewish Writing Project.
I'm taking a short story writing class this semester (taught by author Jennifer Finney Boylan, catch her on tomorrow's episode of Oprah) and I've become so absorbed with inventing fictional stories that I guess I forgot to record the true ones. Last week, I finished my three pieces for the class, so hey! Here I am. And here's today's first piece of minutia: a poem that I wrote about Yom Hashoah, Holocaust Rembrance Day, was posted this morning on The Jewish Writing Project.
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