You do realize that that was an intersection, yeah? One that cars frequent? You were on one of the busier streets in Evanston and you were circling like it was your driveway. I know that you would pedal around the bank parking lot when there was traffic, but why didn't you just stay there? I know that you didn't get hit, but my friends and I were watching you pretty closely cause we weren't sure. It seemed risky. And maybe painful (your knee was very close to the ground). My friends and I think you should raise your bike seat.
What was with the motorcycle helmet? Did you even have it strapped on to your head?
Why would you stop biking periodically, take your helmet off and go for a walk? It's not as if your biking was so intense that you required time to recover.
Are you okay sir?
love,
hannah
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
dear cold May,
You aren't what I thought I was coming home to. I didn't pack the right clothes for you. I didn't bring the proper (and necessary) sweaters. It's as cold as winter. Why? My May started with snow, and it's ending with rain.
Ugh. Stop. I want my summer.
love,
hannah
Ugh. Stop. I want my summer.
love,
hannah
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Dear summer storms,
The pace of rain during a summer storm is baffling. It can be calming and steady and bursts into a downpour with no transition. And then thunder rips through the air.
It's amazing! I love sitting on the porch during a storm, because I can be entirely protected from the rain, but still be surrounded by it. I'm so glad that our house has a porch, so we can sit there in the middle of a storm. I like reading on porches during storms. That is, until the mosquitoes come. Summer means mosquitoes.
love,
hannah
It's amazing! I love sitting on the porch during a storm, because I can be entirely protected from the rain, but still be surrounded by it. I'm so glad that our house has a porch, so we can sit there in the middle of a storm. I like reading on porches during storms. That is, until the mosquitoes come. Summer means mosquitoes.
love,
hannah
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Dear Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind,
You are an amazing show. No visit home is complete without you. Tonight was the first show where I got to climb through the audience. I've always wanted to do that.
And I have new hair!
love,
hannah
And I have new hair!
love,
hannah
Friday, May 20, 2011
Dear fog,
You have taken over the city of Chicago like a horror film. Like we're San Francisco.
You ate the skyline. Each building gone, as if it was taken up in the rapture prematurely.
You made the lake disappear. You made the parks into puddles of haze. You gave the streetlights halos.
You made the ride down Lakeshore Drive unfamiliar, I could only see fifty feet in front of us.
What is this?
love,
hannah
You ate the skyline. Each building gone, as if it was taken up in the rapture prematurely.
You made the lake disappear. You made the parks into puddles of haze. You gave the streetlights halos.
You made the ride down Lakeshore Drive unfamiliar, I could only see fifty feet in front of us.
What is this?
love,
hannah
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Dear Bones finale (GIANT SPOILERS--SEASON SIX FINALE)
Okay, so it's like this:
(Seriously, giant spoilers for season six of Bones)
Bones has been my one true television love for the last three years. This season has been seriously disappointing, and I tried not to hate it, but in the end I was severely disappointed. I will own the fact that I ship Booth and Bones in a major way. So one would think that I would be excited by tonight's revelation that they are (Final spoiler warning) going to have a child together. I should be seriously pumped.
But I feel cheated. I've watched six seasons, and I've watched them grow (and not grow) and suddenly we jump to the end where she's pregnant? No! I wanted to watch them grow in the new phase of their relationship. The voyeuristic part of me wanted to watch them move into their new relationship - and I didn't get that.
That's all, and I promise that this is the last tv related post you'll get from me for a while. It's been almost a week straight of television, and that's coming to an end. You just needed to know my thoughts on the television circling my life.
love,
hannah
(Seriously, giant spoilers for season six of Bones)
Bones has been my one true television love for the last three years. This season has been seriously disappointing, and I tried not to hate it, but in the end I was severely disappointed. I will own the fact that I ship Booth and Bones in a major way. So one would think that I would be excited by tonight's revelation that they are (Final spoiler warning) going to have a child together. I should be seriously pumped.
But I feel cheated. I've watched six seasons, and I've watched them grow (and not grow) and suddenly we jump to the end where she's pregnant? No! I wanted to watch them grow in the new phase of their relationship. The voyeuristic part of me wanted to watch them move into their new relationship - and I didn't get that.
That's all, and I promise that this is the last tv related post you'll get from me for a while. It's been almost a week straight of television, and that's coming to an end. You just needed to know my thoughts on the television circling my life.
love,
hannah
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Dear season finales,
You're hard to keep up with. There are so many of you. And I don't watch that much television anymore.
The winner? Castle. Without a question. That show gets a lot of respect from me these days because it used to be the show that I watched when I really didn't want to do work and wanted something stupid and now it's the first show I want to watch. (Lies, that's Doctor Who, but since we only get six episodes of that, it barely even counts.) Castle has grown so much, and developed characters that I care about, and I'm invested in. I used to say that it was a cheap rip-off of Bones, because I thought that I would be forever faithful to Bones, but Castle has grown into something much much better. I can't bring myself to say that it's better than Bones, even though it probably is.
Anyway, if you were curious what I thought about the end of this season of TV, that's what I think. Castle is the big winner. Last night's finale was incredible. Had me texting furiously throughout.
Thanks Friday Night Lights, I can't stop listening to this song.
love,
hannah
The winner? Castle. Without a question. That show gets a lot of respect from me these days because it used to be the show that I watched when I really didn't want to do work and wanted something stupid and now it's the first show I want to watch. (Lies, that's Doctor Who, but since we only get six episodes of that, it barely even counts.) Castle has grown so much, and developed characters that I care about, and I'm invested in. I used to say that it was a cheap rip-off of Bones, because I thought that I would be forever faithful to Bones, but Castle has grown into something much much better. I can't bring myself to say that it's better than Bones, even though it probably is.
Anyway, if you were curious what I thought about the end of this season of TV, that's what I think. Castle is the big winner. Last night's finale was incredible. Had me texting furiously throughout.
Thanks Friday Night Lights, I can't stop listening to this song.
love,
hannah
Monday, May 16, 2011
Dear new fall TV shows,
Because, apparently, this is all I care about these days. That's not true, but I pay special attention to this issue. It makes me laugh because I know that my piece "Personality Pin-Ups" with the Performing Feminisms class creates a bit of an expectation about my opinions about this.
This is disappointing. I know that I've only been given less than three minutes for each show, but nothing looked good. Nothing here looks promising. There's not a single (lead) female character in this clips that caught my attention. They change nothing about how I want women to be seen on television. There was maybe one supporting female character that interested me, but not a single woman in a lead role that was even interesting.
Again and again there's not a female character onscreen that I want to identify with, there's not anyone I can aspire to be and not be ashamed.
So maybe it's time to write something for myself. We'll see how this summer goes. Because I'm sick of waiting around for a pilot that doesn't look like it's going to disappoint me four minutes in.
love,
hannah
This is disappointing. I know that I've only been given less than three minutes for each show, but nothing looked good. Nothing here looks promising. There's not a single (lead) female character in this clips that caught my attention. They change nothing about how I want women to be seen on television. There was maybe one supporting female character that interested me, but not a single woman in a lead role that was even interesting.
Again and again there's not a female character onscreen that I want to identify with, there's not anyone I can aspire to be and not be ashamed.
So maybe it's time to write something for myself. We'll see how this summer goes. Because I'm sick of waiting around for a pilot that doesn't look like it's going to disappoint me four minutes in.
love,
hannah
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Dear d key,
Now we've said goodbye. I will never be able to get into the dorms on my own, or get into the library late on Sunday nights. I've had my last night in dorm beds and taken my last dorm shower, thrown away my shower caddy and shoes. My last official interaction with res life staff is over. I'm saying good bye to dorm life.
I can't say that I will miss you.
But somehow, I'm still the first to leave town. It's amazing that every year I am among the first, and most of the time the first, to leave school. Even when I stay longer I am still the first to leave.
Graduation at Mac is fun, and full of bag pipes. One day the sound of bag pipes will make me cry, and no one will quite know why. And for the first time I actually wanted to be there to see seniors go. Except I didn't actually say goodbye to anyone. Later maybe, but there was no one that I said a permanent goodbye to today.
Eh, what a strange thing college is.
love,
hannah
I can't say that I will miss you.
But somehow, I'm still the first to leave town. It's amazing that every year I am among the first, and most of the time the first, to leave school. Even when I stay longer I am still the first to leave.
Graduation at Mac is fun, and full of bag pipes. One day the sound of bag pipes will make me cry, and no one will quite know why. And for the first time I actually wanted to be there to see seniors go. Except I didn't actually say goodbye to anyone. Later maybe, but there was no one that I said a permanent goodbye to today.
Eh, what a strange thing college is.
love,
hannah
Friday, May 13, 2011
Dear senior week,
You're strange. And not that I'll know what to expect next year, but to be here and not have things to do. Nothing but packing and small parties.
And saying goodbye to people, even though there are very few people that I'm saying goodbye to for very long. Most of these people I will see again very soon.
love,
hannah
And saying goodbye to people, even though there are very few people that I'm saying goodbye to for very long. Most of these people I will see again very soon.
love,
hannah
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Dear Friday Night Lights,
I've never packed at the end of school like this. I've never had the time, the space. I've never watched episodes at a leisurely pace.
Most of the time I'm packing frantically, Sound of Music in the background, saying my goodbyes cause I'll be the first one to go in the morning. To have the time to sit and think about where everything's going to? It's weird. Also, I have way more stuff this time. It always feels like too much stuff, but I have to move everything four blocks this time. To eventually move into our house!
In return for her watching Bones last summer, I will spend this summer watching Friday Night Lights. That's our trade. All I have to say so far is that that is one hell of a pilot. Well done.
love,
hannah
Most of the time I'm packing frantically, Sound of Music in the background, saying my goodbyes cause I'll be the first one to go in the morning. To have the time to sit and think about where everything's going to? It's weird. Also, I have way more stuff this time. It always feels like too much stuff, but I have to move everything four blocks this time. To eventually move into our house!
In return for her watching Bones last summer, I will spend this summer watching Friday Night Lights. That's our trade. All I have to say so far is that that is one hell of a pilot. Well done.
love,
hannah
Dear "not going anywhere" year,
One, you're over.
Two, I did go to Egypt/Italy, so it's not exactly as if I didn't go anywhere.
Three, I was really worried about how this year would go. While my concerns were mostly about the social world, and the weirdness of staying here while classmates whirled in and out, I should have been concerned about academics. This was the most insane and grueling academic year of my life.
Four, I shouldn't have been worried. This year was amazing. It was incredible and for all the things that I was worried about, I don't remember that.
Five, the friends that have surrounded me in the last year have made everything.
Six, and that's what makes tonight so hard. I had to start the process of watching this group of people disperse across the globe.
Seven, I finally got to dress up as a business casual pirate.
Eight, I think I'm going to continue the blog, even though the year is over.
Nine, as always, it's time for a countdown. Four days and eighteen hours until I leave for Illinois.
Ten, it's weird being on campus after most people have left.
love,
hannah
Two, I did go to Egypt/Italy, so it's not exactly as if I didn't go anywhere.
Three, I was really worried about how this year would go. While my concerns were mostly about the social world, and the weirdness of staying here while classmates whirled in and out, I should have been concerned about academics. This was the most insane and grueling academic year of my life.
Four, I shouldn't have been worried. This year was amazing. It was incredible and for all the things that I was worried about, I don't remember that.
Five, the friends that have surrounded me in the last year have made everything.
Six, and that's what makes tonight so hard. I had to start the process of watching this group of people disperse across the globe.
Seven, I finally got to dress up as a business casual pirate.
Eight, I think I'm going to continue the blog, even though the year is over.
Nine, as always, it's time for a countdown. Four days and eighteen hours until I leave for Illinois.
Ten, it's weird being on campus after most people have left.
love,
hannah
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Dear sun and science fiction,
I'm currently six pages away from being done with the semester. Six pages! I can do it. I'd like to do it before I go to bed. I don't want to do it last minute tomorrow. Except the next five pages are the hard part. Boo.
Last night I made a mix! A mix for summer!
It's called Sun and Science Fiction. Cause that's what I'm looking forward to.
1. Wild Young Hearts: Noisettes
2. Island in the Sun: Weezer
3. Skinny Genes: Eliza Doolittle
4. Sweet Home Chicago (Live): The Blues Brothers
5. Demain j'arrête: Ben l'Oncle Soul
6. Road To Ride On: Joshua Radin
7. Oh My Heart: Jenn Grant
8. If Looks Could Kill: Camera Obscura
9. Rockist Pt. 1: School of Language
10. Shark In The Water: VV Brown
11. Heartbroken: Meaghan Smith
12. Oceans Between: The Tender Box
13. Come On Feet: Pete and the Pirates
14. Rumor Has It: Adele
15. Try a Little Tenderness: Otis Redding
16. Sun Comes Up: John Legend
17. Lookin For A Love: Ryan Shaw
18. Mr. Pitiful: Matt Costa
19. In The Sun: She & Him
20. 1234: Feist
21. For Science Fiction: Maritime
22. Science vs. Romance: Rilo Kiley
Happy summer, and I hope ya'll enjoy!
love,
hannah
Last night I made a mix! A mix for summer!
It's called Sun and Science Fiction. Cause that's what I'm looking forward to.
1. Wild Young Hearts: Noisettes
2. Island in the Sun: Weezer
3. Skinny Genes: Eliza Doolittle
4. Sweet Home Chicago (Live): The Blues Brothers
5. Demain j'arrête: Ben l'Oncle Soul
6. Road To Ride On: Joshua Radin
7. Oh My Heart: Jenn Grant
8. If Looks Could Kill: Camera Obscura
9. Rockist Pt. 1: School of Language
10. Shark In The Water: VV Brown
11. Heartbroken: Meaghan Smith
12. Oceans Between: The Tender Box
13. Come On Feet: Pete and the Pirates
14. Rumor Has It: Adele
15. Try a Little Tenderness: Otis Redding
16. Sun Comes Up: John Legend
17. Lookin For A Love: Ryan Shaw
18. Mr. Pitiful: Matt Costa
19. In The Sun: She & Him
20. 1234: Feist
21. For Science Fiction: Maritime
22. Science vs. Romance: Rilo Kiley
Happy summer, and I hope ya'll enjoy!
love,
hannah
Friday, May 6, 2011
Dear feminisms in progress,
Tonight was a truly incredible evening. To watch my friends ad classmates give so much of themselves, it was crazy powerful. An amazing night. An amazing two days of writing and sharing and critiquing and loving and listening.
There's something about theater that you throw together, when it doesn't have lights, or transitions or set plans that I love. I think it's the life long camper in me that knows that you don't need much to make a strong performance. To have the black box be a classroom and a safe space and a show all at once was beautiful. I love that it was a class.
It's amazing what we did to tonight. And I'm so proud and moved. It makes the mess of finals peaceful, and worth it.
love,
hannah
There's something about theater that you throw together, when it doesn't have lights, or transitions or set plans that I love. I think it's the life long camper in me that knows that you don't need much to make a strong performance. To have the black box be a classroom and a safe space and a show all at once was beautiful. I love that it was a class.
It's amazing what we did to tonight. And I'm so proud and moved. It makes the mess of finals peaceful, and worth it.
love,
hannah
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Dear tech yes,
YOU'RE DONE. Thank the lord. I can move on and write about something else now.
On to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
love,
hannah
On to the Manic Pixie Dream Girl.
love,
hannah
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Dear sawdust,
One day and fifteen hours until I am done with you. Probably before that, but I still have to think about you until then.
I know that my technical theater class has had a dominating presence on the blog this semester, and for that I apologize. (Sort of.) I have never wanted so badly to be done with a class before. Maybe econ, but I think this is more painful because I will put in at least six hours of labor more tomorrow.
Please Tom! Let the misery be over!
Seriously, my glasses are covered in a fine layer of sawdust and it's not worth wiping it off until the project is done. WHICH HAD BETTER BE SOON.
One day, fifteen hours. Tech yes.
love,
hannah
I know that my technical theater class has had a dominating presence on the blog this semester, and for that I apologize. (Sort of.) I have never wanted so badly to be done with a class before. Maybe econ, but I think this is more painful because I will put in at least six hours of labor more tomorrow.
Please Tom! Let the misery be over!
Seriously, my glasses are covered in a fine layer of sawdust and it's not worth wiping it off until the project is done. WHICH HAD BETTER BE SOON.
One day, fifteen hours. Tech yes.
love,
hannah
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Dear May Day,
Like my experience with Obama's inauguration, I think that my May Day experience was highly anticipated and exciting, but most of the event was spent waiting and thinking about how cold it was. Oh, and I was under-dressed in both situations. Such are the highly anticipated and exciting moments in our lives.
I spent three hours in this guy:
My head lived in that square there. I scared many children, and at least one dog. I got many high fives, as well as some yells and some boos. And was called a banker, a politician and a money grabber. One woman pulled out a ten dollar bill and waved it at me saying "You can't have it! It's not for you!"
It was cold. And it snowed. On May Day. I now have the sniffles. It's been an entirely unproductive weekend (as predicted). I think it's time to go to bed.
After reading Tina Fey's book, I still feel conflicted about her. Or as a friend put it today: I love her, with some reservations.
love,
hannah
I spent three hours in this guy:
It was cold. And it snowed. On May Day. I now have the sniffles. It's been an entirely unproductive weekend (as predicted). I think it's time to go to bed.
After reading Tina Fey's book, I still feel conflicted about her. Or as a friend put it today: I love her, with some reservations.
love,
hannah
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