Where has the summer gone?

Over the past few weeks I…

1. Went to a wonderful concert (Broken Social Scene - it was free and it was spectacular).

2. Attended a photowalking event with some fellow Utahns (or Utahans, except I’ve NEVER EVER seen actual Utahns spell it with that extra “a”… absolutely ludicrous if you ask me and thus I shall continue with my misspelling).

3. Jumped on the faceyourmanga bandwagon (twice!) however had a hard time choosing which of the two I created looks most like me. My eyes are smaller than these, but the smaller eyes on that site are also quite close together, and mine aren’t too terribly close together from what I can tell. Hopefully.

4. Had serious pain in my wrists, but found out it’s not carpal tunnel (thank goodness). I do, however, get to wear some very sexy braces when I type in order to immobilize my wrists. Photos forthcoming.

5. Found out that I was 5′8″! I always thought I was 5′6″ and 3/4 (which I always rounded up to 5′7″), however during a recent physical the nurse confirmed I was 5′8″. A little over 5′8″ in fact! It truly made my day. Of course now I’ve been slipping this bit of information into conversations everywhere.

And now school starts in just a few short hours. I need to go to bed. But I’ll say this first - you know, I’m so happy school is starting. Really, I am! I’m very excited for this new semester. Can’t say why exactly - just am.

Lastly, I will blog something semi-interesting soon, I swear. I know this site has lately been boring lists of catch-up info.

Well, except I did refinance my car, and now my payments are about a third of what they were. THANK JEBUS!

I’ve been listening to lots of Radiohead. (Because I lurve them - who doesn’t? Except my mom, who hates every piece of music that doesn’t have a whiff of seventies folk/soft rock to it.) I know, gosh, so interesting. A twenty-something girl in college listening to Radiohead. Stop. The. Presses. But seriously now, why does everyone hate Amnesiac and Kid A? The only album I don’t listen to very much is Pablo Honey. There are a few good ones on there I guess, but I’ve noticed the skip count on those tracks are much higher than the play counts. Really though, all you Amnesiac and Kid A haters: why?

I tidied my room. Part of my room, actually. I have yet to tackle the closet. In fact, I may never tackle the closet again. All closets are too small so there’s no use constantly fretting over the superb mess I’ve got going in there. Period.

Edited to Add/Change: I changed the title to include “To Me” because read without those words one would think the world had simply slowed to a halt. Obviously that’s not the case. The Olympics began. Frightening combat (war? or skirmish? or something else yet to be determined?) has broken out between Russia and Georgia. It’s been raining like a monkey (yes, a monkey!) here in SLC. Lots of things I was simply too self-centered to mention.

Perhaps I should work on that.

So, I’ve been reading The Fountainhead on and off for about a month now, and I’m about 100 pages from finishing it (I imagine I’ll finish tonight since I have nothing to do but laundry).

I know just about everyone else in the civilized world has already read this book - all of you have your own idea of how the characters look and I doubt I could corrupt that - and that is why I have no qualms over linking to a recent photo of The Sartorialist’s that made me go, “That’s the image in my head of Howard Roark, sorta. Maybe with a stronger jawline and a more defined bone structure, but otherwise yep that’s pretty close.”

(You sort of have to see this bigger. It’s a great portrait.)

Then of course, I got to thinking about it more - how I imagine characters in books is often very different from just taking a simple snapshot. It’s much more fluid when it comes to certain features, much more pronounced with others. It seems it’s beyond an image of their appearance - it’s more an image of their personality and their appearance, mixed and changing as the story progresses, if that makes any sense. I guess it all depends on how you interpret the author’s descriptions though.

Edited To Add: OK, forgot to mention that the first person I thought of when I read the description of Howard Roark on those first few pages of this book was Conan O’Brien. Yes yes YES. Oh Conan, I just adore you more now with that association. I know I really shouldn’t objectify him like that, but goodness… Conan’s hot, no?