Or, In which Denise Provides Life Updates by Binge Posting with Instagm Photos.
This says everything I feel.
I spent most waking hours (and most sleeping hours, actually…) in the east wing of this library. T’was my home.
We’re U.Va alumnae through and through on this blog. Characteristics to expect from a Wahoo: incessent quoting of Thomas Jefferson, a deep appreciation for good (and sometimes very bad) bourbon, the ability to preach about the [uncomparable] liberal arts based, public education we benefited from, and the shameless pun-happy insert of “HOO” into unsuspecting phrases and sentences.
This of statue of my BF Homer has seen many a naked person. Oh wait – JK. He’s blind.
Emily, Joceline and I all enjoyed a happy Homecoming Weekend filled with nostalgia, picture-taking, ice cream cakes, greenery, foliage, sweet tea, bow ties, crowd control, and Cook Out.
Oh, and I believe there was a football game somewhere in there…maybe.
Despite a recent trip to Texas in which I deviated from my usual vegan ways (FYI, brisket and Blue Bell ice cream = delicious, but not vegan), I went back to my veggie-filled routine with ease. This is good news. Apparently there is no wagon for me to fall off of. If I slip, I shall not fall. If I eat a bite of barbeque, the floodgates shall not open and the world as I know it shall not end. I flew back to our nation’s capital after my trip and ate some kale chips. My taste buds don’t miss the dairy, but I could, however, hear my insides (probably my arteries) sighing with relief.
Also, now that it’s autumn. I have an excuse to put pumpkin in everything.
Like these cookies:
Or this pasta - hands down my go-to recipe of the season. I know it looks strange, but don’t judge it til you’ve tried it!
Each year at exactly this time I get the natural urge to start knitting. It’s like my body can sense the chilly weather approaching…as if Ned Stark is whispering in my ear, “Winter is coming...”
As Joceline can atest to, this urge sometimes makes a girl do crazy things. For instance, it can make you knit in public or start a baby blanket when there is no baby recipient in existence yet. In my case, I found myself spontaneously joining a ladies knitting circle at my federal agency which meets in a conference room during lunch once a week.
It’s like Fight Club.
But with yarn.
And, you know, I don’t keep it a secret. In fact, I discuss it with pride.
As you can imagine, I am the youngest person in this knitting circle [by a few decades], but I do not care. I only care that I can knit without shame outside my apartment at least one a week…and that there are other people around to enable this odd habit [that I never plan on giving up, damn it].
So, now that I have all of this crafty support surrounding me, I find myself becoming ambitious. Behold, friends – this is what you will all be receiving for Christmas:
Or, at least, something vaguely resembling this picture?
If you would like something else, check out my Pinterest project page and tell me what you want!
First up, five things that I care about right now (that no one else really follows…):
- Bertie County, NC has a New Tech Center I spent a great deal of time in this community last year (most memorably, during this post) and I’m so pleased that my old nonprofit is still working there and they are making strides in community partnerships and broadband adoption.
- A Plan for Winning the Bandwidth Race
- FCC to Buy Out Broadcaster to Free Up TV Spectrum
- Public Interest Groups File Net Neutrality Complaint Against AT&T’s FaceTime Plans
- The Economics of Google Fiber and What It Means for U.S. Broadband
And if the above list does not prove my nerdiness, perhaps these visuals will do the trick:
Exibit A: “Mary Poppins shoes” (as described by my amused, observant co-worker)
Exibit B: The Cardigan Chain
Young D.C. Professional
I survived the sweltering D.C. summer, the new Rush Plus Metro system (BLERG), and some exciting baseball times (NATTITUDE!). I went the entire year without showing outward annoyance when I spotted someone reading 50 Shades on my metro car and - on the reverse side of things - went the entire year without gushily (that’s a word, I’ve decided) geeking out when I spotted someone reading Game of Thrones. I also discovered the perfect mojito. Well, now autumn is upon us and, in addition to loving the changing/falling leaves that surround me, I’m also loving my significantly lower power bill. Basically, it’s a good time to be young in D.C.
I have come to realize that my wise mother has passed on to me a deep arsenal of knowledge concerning the greatest Asian food in the D.C. metro area. This occurred to me when someone randomly asked me a question about dim sum at work and, somehow, I was able to list off (with authority) the greatest neighborhoods/specific resturants for different types of Asian cuisine in D.C and Northern Virginia. What? How is it that others do not know this vital information? Is it not normal to have such knowledge at the top of your head. Where did it come from? Oh yeah, probably from here:
Mark’s Duck House – Falls Church, VA
Vegetarian Pho exists and it exists at Nam Viet in Arlington and Cleveland Park!
Lately I’ve been self-medicating with Jane Austen. Specifically, I’ve revisited Pride and Prejudice for the first time in over three years. This, of course, was a fabulous decision (as it usually is).
Each time I reread this book I feel like I learn something new about my dear friend Elizabeth B. I think I noticed more evidence of her vulnerability in Austen’s narration during this particular reading. Austen probably lets Elizabeth speak the most out of all of her heroines and, because Lizzie is rather charming and witty, it’s easy for her to keep an emotional distance behind her dialogue.* I used to think Lizzie’s loud voice made her one of the most strong and open of Austen’s ladies, but now I would argue that such a claim is over simplified.
Oh Jane, I will never stop reading you and you will never stop surprising me.
So ends my crazy long life post. Forgive me if your fingers are tired from all the scrolling. The pain was unintended, I assure you.
*I say “lets Elizabeth speak” because there is a difference between an author directly quoting a character (aka allowing them to speak without a filter or lens) and an author describing/summarizing a conversation or speach to the reader. Obviously, the first gives the character more power and allows the reader to evaluate said character from a primary source (their actual words/mode of expression). While Elizabeth is often given the privledge of that first method, other characters’ words are more often expressed through the second. Anne Elliot, for instance, is the shy, introspective heroine from Persuasion and – more often than not – is an observer and a listener. Most people surrounding her do not truly listen to her, so, as if to comment on this, Austen often mutes Anne’s voice through her own method of storytelling. Another, more satiracal example of this can be seen in the way Austen writes Mr. Collins, the silly, rather pompous clergyman from Pride and Prejudice. The first time we meet him, though he speaks a great deal, Austen chooses to delay directly quoting his voice until the following chapter. By doing this, she can instead focus on the comical reaction to his diatribes (rather than the content of them) and undercut his power in the mind of the reader. Afterall, such a silly man need not be tolerated or listened to by his fictional counterparts, his real-life reader audience, nor his author and creator, Jane Austen.