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Friday, October 19, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Not Washing My Hair - Day 1
I've been using just baking soda to wash my hair for awhile now, and I think it's starting to dry it out a bit. So, I am going to try experimenting with not washing my hair for awhile. At all. (In case you're wondering, yes, I will still shower. Duh. I just won't get my hair wet.)
So, here is a picture of me on Day 1 of Not Washing My Hair:
I will update you with pictures of my hair as the days / weeks / (probably not months) go on.
So, here is a picture of me on Day 1 of Not Washing My Hair:
I will update you with pictures of my hair as the days / weeks / (probably not months) go on.
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
John Green, John Green
There's this book I read called "The Fault in Our Stars" by John Green that I found truly amazing and so my latest crush is now John Green. (For note, previous crushes have included: John Krasinski, Jared Padalecki, River Phoenix and the guy who played Kevin on "Mr. Belvedere".)
Anyway, not only does John Green write books, but he has an amazing presence on the internet and on the YouTubes. He does this VlogBrothers thing with his brother which is amazing. And he has, like, five other different websites (on one of them, called Crash Course, he and his brother teach stuff, on another, he plays video games while he tells various stories about his life, and something else he has is called NerdFighters. And he responds to his fans constantly. How does he have time for all this? I don't know. This is just part of his superpower, I guess.
Here is one of my favorite things he has ever done:
So, I not only have a crush on him because of the fact that he is this really great writer, but I also like all this internet stuff that he does and I kind of (sort of, really) want to be like him. How I would like to be the one behind creating something as awesome as VlogBrothers (and an accomplished author to boot)! I want to be that cool (or nerdy, or smart, or whatever the heck it is that he is)!
But, in fairness to myself and to him, his videos were pretty lame when they first started out, so maybe there is hope for me.
Anyway, not only does John Green write books, but he has an amazing presence on the internet and on the YouTubes. He does this VlogBrothers thing with his brother which is amazing. And he has, like, five other different websites (on one of them, called Crash Course, he and his brother teach stuff, on another, he plays video games while he tells various stories about his life, and something else he has is called NerdFighters. And he responds to his fans constantly. How does he have time for all this? I don't know. This is just part of his superpower, I guess.
Here is one of my favorite things he has ever done:
So, I not only have a crush on him because of the fact that he is this really great writer, but I also like all this internet stuff that he does and I kind of (sort of, really) want to be like him. How I would like to be the one behind creating something as awesome as VlogBrothers (and an accomplished author to boot)! I want to be that cool (or nerdy, or smart, or whatever the heck it is that he is)!
But, in fairness to myself and to him, his videos were pretty lame when they first started out, so maybe there is hope for me.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Make Me Laugh
I was at a social gathering with some adult friends of mine, hanging out around a fire pit.
What a great opportunity to play "Make Me Laugh", I thought to myself. (This is a game that I bring up on occasion, in various social settings, and with varying degrees of success. The premise of it is this: Somebody tries to make the other people laugh, and the other people try not to laugh. It is based on the not-so-popular 1979 game show of the same name. It's hilarious.)
The last time I coerced people into playing this game with me was two years ago, with a group of Vern's chiropractor friends. It was awesome. Probably one of the most fun nights of my life. This one routine that Mikala did still keeps me up at night laughing: She went to a corner of the room and said, "La la la la la." Hilarious!
Anyway, so I bring out the "Make Me Laugh" idea the other night, and of course nobody wants to play it because that's just the way it is, but I get up and do my routine anyway (it wasn't anything great, just bouncing around saying, "Doo doo doo doo") and somebody laughs. So, she gets up and does her thing, and somebody else laughs, but nobody is really having any fun with any of this (except me), so we end up stopping it shortly thereafter.
I will have to try it with another crowd next time.
Why am I writing any of this? I don't know. Let me end with this clip from the game show:
(I encourage you to watch the whole thing, but if you're pressed for time, jump to minute mark 2:50 and watch from there. Quality stuff, I tell you. Quality stuff.)
What a great opportunity to play "Make Me Laugh", I thought to myself. (This is a game that I bring up on occasion, in various social settings, and with varying degrees of success. The premise of it is this: Somebody tries to make the other people laugh, and the other people try not to laugh. It is based on the not-so-popular 1979 game show of the same name. It's hilarious.)
The last time I coerced people into playing this game with me was two years ago, with a group of Vern's chiropractor friends. It was awesome. Probably one of the most fun nights of my life. This one routine that Mikala did still keeps me up at night laughing: She went to a corner of the room and said, "La la la la la." Hilarious!
Anyway, so I bring out the "Make Me Laugh" idea the other night, and of course nobody wants to play it because that's just the way it is, but I get up and do my routine anyway (it wasn't anything great, just bouncing around saying, "Doo doo doo doo") and somebody laughs. So, she gets up and does her thing, and somebody else laughs, but nobody is really having any fun with any of this (except me), so we end up stopping it shortly thereafter.
I will have to try it with another crowd next time.
Why am I writing any of this? I don't know. Let me end with this clip from the game show:
(I encourage you to watch the whole thing, but if you're pressed for time, jump to minute mark 2:50 and watch from there. Quality stuff, I tell you. Quality stuff.)
Sunday, October 14, 2012
I'm Updating Again... Maybe
So, I think I'm going to start updating my blog again. Maybe.
I wasn't sure what I had to offer anymore, really. I didn't feel I was contributing anything to this blog that you couldn't find better somewhere else. Recipes? Tons of people have them. (People who really know what they're doing with them too.) Wit and humor? I certainly don't have the market on that. Thoughts on family life? ALL over the place.
But now I don't really care anymore (about finding a voice and offering something unique that nobody else has or even if people are actually reading this). I'm just going to have fun with it, which is probably what I should have been doing in the first place.
Now, there are a couple of loose story ends to tie up before I move on to new content:
1) Ocean is going to school and she likes it and I'm okay with it too. Liking it even.
2) Vern's dad died last month.
3) I'm making a documentary. Shhh... don't tell anybody that I don't really know what I'm doing. (Actually, I probably know a lot more than I give myself credit for). Basically, what I'm doing is following a midwife around for a year, intending to make a beautiful cinematic portrait of what the midwifery profession looks like. No preaching. No soap boxing. Just beauty. Quiet, simple beauty.
I guess that's about it for the updates.
I think I've changed a bit since I first started this blog. Remember all those Soapbox Sundays? I was really trying to change the world. Now I don't really care what the world is doing. I'm just trying to work on myself, you know? My days are spent with self-examination, reflection, and trying to figure myself out (believe me, it's more exciting than it sounds because I'm a really interesting person!).
I'm still doing all the things I used to do and write about (breastfeeding, not vaccinating, attachment parenting, making our own toothpaste, whole foods eating, etc.), but, it's like, they just don't mean as much anymore. Yeah, we do all that stuff, but who cares? Me? Not so much.
I wasn't sure what I had to offer anymore, really. I didn't feel I was contributing anything to this blog that you couldn't find better somewhere else. Recipes? Tons of people have them. (People who really know what they're doing with them too.) Wit and humor? I certainly don't have the market on that. Thoughts on family life? ALL over the place.
But now I don't really care anymore (about finding a voice and offering something unique that nobody else has or even if people are actually reading this). I'm just going to have fun with it, which is probably what I should have been doing in the first place.
Now, there are a couple of loose story ends to tie up before I move on to new content:
1) Ocean is going to school and she likes it and I'm okay with it too. Liking it even.
2) Vern's dad died last month.
3) I'm making a documentary. Shhh... don't tell anybody that I don't really know what I'm doing. (Actually, I probably know a lot more than I give myself credit for). Basically, what I'm doing is following a midwife around for a year, intending to make a beautiful cinematic portrait of what the midwifery profession looks like. No preaching. No soap boxing. Just beauty. Quiet, simple beauty.
I guess that's about it for the updates.
I think I've changed a bit since I first started this blog. Remember all those Soapbox Sundays? I was really trying to change the world. Now I don't really care what the world is doing. I'm just trying to work on myself, you know? My days are spent with self-examination, reflection, and trying to figure myself out (believe me, it's more exciting than it sounds because I'm a really interesting person!).
I'm still doing all the things I used to do and write about (breastfeeding, not vaccinating, attachment parenting, making our own toothpaste, whole foods eating, etc.), but, it's like, they just don't mean as much anymore. Yeah, we do all that stuff, but who cares? Me? Not so much.
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