I am usually, generally a mild-mannered-ish type of person. I try to avoid discussing politics (unless it’s with my boyfriend’s father – right, Ross?) and I basically stink at confrontation. I make an exception, however, if the topic is my Indiana Pacers. I’ve got a bit of a chip on my shoulder for my Pacers and I am known to get a little feisty over it.
So, I’ve been working on my very first article for the IndySpectator, a wonderful free subscription newsletter about what’s going around Indy, which will go out this Friday – I suggest you all subscribe! I am especially excited because I’m writing about my Pacers – something nice, light, and not-so-feisty.
And, well, if you don’t know, the Pacers put up a 40-point fourth quarter last night to overcome a sizable deficit to defeat the dreaded New York Knicks. It was wonderful! Upon perusing the Indianapolis Star sports section this morning, however, I felt that Pacers-induced feistiness rising up within me, and I decided it was a great opportunity to channel all my feistiness into a letter to the editor and away from my nice, light IndySpectator article. I doubt they’ll do anything with my letter, so I had to share it here. Continue reading only if you want to know how I really feel.
After witnessing a riveting and inspiring comeback victory Tuesday night in Banker’s Life Fieldhouse, I was dismayed to see the front page of your sports’ section made minimal mention of our Pacer’s heroic efforts to overcome a longtime rival, the evil New York Knicks. With Reggie “the Knick Killer” Miller’s hall-of-fame announcement Monday, it is not hard to find a compelling story-line in Tuesday’s victory. Continue reading
For whatever reason, I couldn’t sleep last night. When counting sheep failed, I turned on my light and popped open the January 2012 Vanity Fair that topped the pile of magazines next to my bed. Having already enjoyed the Lady Gaga cover article, I decided to take on Kurt Andersen’s “Society” piece entitled “You say you want a devolution?”.
Well, it wasn’t the two-paragraphs-and-lights-out type situation for which I hoped. No, no… I read the whole depressing, bemoaning thing, and I found myself so befuddled and frustrated afterwards, I laid in the dark for another hour fuming over it.
Which is to say, I highly recommend it for a thought-provoking read. And here’s why…
Klout is a website that measures your individual social media influence. Some doubt it, some live on it. Me? When I was a 16, I couldn’t have cared less… But now that I’m a high-and-mighty 48, I’m positively all about it!
So, in the scale, the average user is something like an 18 and Justin Bieber is a 100. As a 48, I currently fall just short of Indy Star sports columnist Bob Kravitz (56) and Sun King Brewing (50), while edging out Butler Basketball coach Brad Stevens (46), Indy’s “alt-weekly” Nuvo (also, 46) and the IBJ (42). I dominate most of my plebeian friends (most of whom, in their defense, have no idea what Klout is) and many, many local establishments.
Yes, I’m bragging, and when my Klout score takes a dive, don’t ask me about it again… Until then, I’m contemplating putting it on my resume (per this Washington Post article I recently read). Naturally, I had to blog about it to forever commemorate my meteoric rise to the top when I’m back sub-20 and I think Klout is dumb again…
I recently discovered architectural illustrator Carlos Diniz (1928-2001) while torturing myself, browsing artwork and luxury items I can’t possibly afford. It’s a form of masochism in the internet age.
Anyway, his artwork fuses two of my greatest interests: art and architecture. His clean style and use of naturally colored paper for background is reminiscent of the cheap, $2 brown wrapping paper I use. So, yes, I love everything about his work. The fact his primary subject matter is midcentury modern homes, with their breezeways and integrated landscapes, merely adds insult to injury, so to speak.
So, I attended the University of Colorado at Boulder for two years and not surprisingly, no one I met there had ever even visited Indiana. I was a rogue Hoosier, fending off Midwestern stereotypes and, more surprisingly, Boston sports rhetoric as best I could. And I put up a pretty good fight.
They’d always remark that I didn’t have an accent – and I don’t. But I suppose there’s certain Hoosier phrase-ology that I just couldn’t shake. One evening, I announced to everyone that I’d like to run to the Safeway and get myself some “chili fixins.” Well, that was apparently one of the funniest things my friends had ever heard because they proceeded to tease me for days.
The reason I’m sharing with you the lingual hardships I endured is an e-mail I recently received from my good friends at Indiana’s own Marsh Supermarkets…
A “Marsh Chili Fixins Sale”…. SHEEEEEE-IT. Don’t mind if I do!
I recently began interning at ReFrame, a fabulous shop in Bloomington that specializes in eco-friendly framing practices, meaning they refurbish and upcycle vintage frames or use local found wood to produce new custom frames.
But it’s really more than just a frame shop with larger goals for the Bloomington community. My internship focuses on helping them become a voice for Bloomington’s thriving art scene and finding ways to effectively engage Bloomington youth with the art scene.
Last night I was researching the many, many interesting cultural events planned around Bloomington when I found one that especially grabbed my attention. Tomorrow, Sept. 21 the SoFA gallery is hosting one of their “Noon Talks” entitled “Surreal Musings” on the life and career of surrealist photographer Lee Miller and her interaction with her contemporaries, including Jean Cocteau.
I recently purchased a limited edition print of Cocteau’s “Couple Jaune” as an early birthday gift…. to myself. And to bring everything completely full-circle, Karol at ReFrame is currently framing it. I’ll be sure to share the final product in the future – perhaps more close to my actual birthday, November 10th.
I do feel I’m already seeing the benefits of this internship as I plan to attend tomorrow’s talk. Shameful as it is, I must admit I have not fully taken advantage of the many campus programs and events offered to me in the past four years. If I could get in touch with four years ago’s version of myself, this would be one of the first things I would stress. Thank goodness I have this one last super-senior semester to make up for lost time!
I don’t know if I’d necessarily call it embarrassing, but the fact that I love mid-century modern residences enough to seek out and download old floor plans is at the least pretty telling.
I love how the tract house company accommodates both modern and traditional sensibilities ($mart), but come on! Who wouldn’t pick the top?
Per contemporary tastes, I’d maybe open up the kitchen by making the north wall into an island, making the back bedroom a smaller living room, and turning the living room into a master suite, complete with walk-in closet and bathtub. The bathtub would be claw-footed because the only thing I love more than mid-century modern is being quirky and eclectic.
And yes, the fireplace can stay put.
When I first stumbled upon the Sartorialist, my very first thought was: “That bastard stole my dream!” I mean, I would be soooo great at walking around all day photographing good-looking people. Of course, I hadn’t formerly pinpointed that dream, but seriously, what the hell!
It wasn’t until I heard about the Selby that I was able to let the Sartorialist off the hook. Obviously, my true calling is to travel the world photographing the interiors of crazy-awesome-super-creative-and-interesting people. And that a-hole, the Selby, has ruined it for me.
But seriously, a bra pillow? That’s awesome and hilarious…
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PS anyone else see the Sartorialist was back home again in Indiana last week? Apparently he loves Bazbeaux… Who knew?
Some people benchmark their lives with goals: “I’d like to make my first million by 30″… “I’d like a beach house by 35″… And really, there’s nothing wrong with aspiring and goal-setting – even if it seems to some shallow and materialistic. We are human.
Me? All I want is one of these… Well, at only 14 square meters, I might need two (the kids, hello!). Or maybe four: two on a lake, two on a ridge in Brown County….. And maybe one on a mountain…… Or a beach. I’m ultra-human.
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Well, I’m back blogging… And may I say, the third generation of both my blog and my personal website (now combined) is better than ever.
The big difference? I realized I am not a web developer (duh). No matter how hard I’ve tried to pretend I’m some kind of .html master who can write code like Shakespeare could whip up a sonnet, it’s just SO not the case. The big moment of insight occurred when I checked out my cousin Emily, the graphic design guru’s super-amazing, absolutely-spectacular personal website. I knew what I had to do.
There’s no shame in WordPress anyway. So I didn’t make myself miserable for countless hours to make a inferior website… So what! Hope you enjoy the new chrissyastbury.com, hope you want to employ me, and to any faux-Shakesperean-nerds out there, stop kidding yourselves.