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The Halloween Sitch

25 Oct

Almost every year since I was 8 or 9, I’ve wanted a costume bought from a store, not made by my mother, as they had all been previously. And every year, at the beginning of October, I look at Halloween costumes and get inspired. I always find one I particularly love, usually a historical costume, because I seem to love history whatever I do. Usually it’s the 50’s poodle skirt costume or the Greek goddess costume that really doesn’t look anything like depictions of goddesses from that time period.

I have only ever bought one costume from an actual store. In all of those years, I have always forgotten to actually buy the costume before Halloween, or before the time it would take to ship it to where I live. The only costume I have ever bought was a 20’s flapper costume that I fell in love with as soon as it hit the digital screen I was looking at. It was a historically accurate length, and had fringe from the top to bottom. I got a feathered hat and a large boa to wear it with, figuring that this would be my only time to get an actual costume, and I should go all-out.

It went downhill from the moment I put it on. Having bought it online, it was slightly too big for me, and I despaired. I wore it anyways, to a Trick-or-Treating party where everybody else had a perfectly fitting store-bought costume. Again, I despaired. Then came the point in the evening that brought me news of the worst kind: none of my friends knew what a flapper was! When I told them I was a flapper, they assumed it was something dirty! I was at a breaking point right then… then I calmed down. I told them what a flapper really was, and they thought I was being snooty and smarter than them. It was a bad evening of epic proportions, or so it seemed at the time.

Since then I’ve come to realize that I don’t really care what other people think about the costume I’m wearing, that it doesn’t matter because it’s Halloween, and you need to have fun! Although I haven’t really had time to test this theory specifically to Halloween because I haven’t bought another costume since then. But in other aspects of my life I’ve put this theory into work with my normal self, every day. Who cares if people are looking at you or don’t “get” something about you?

xoxo, ~ Harlow

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Book Review: American Gods

25 Oct

I have just finished reading the book American Gods by Neil Gaiman, which took my breath away… for part of it. This book was long, but not necessarily slow-moving, as I’ve felt with other books this length.

This book is about a man named Shadow, and the adventures he has while in the company of a man mysteriously called Mr. Wednesday. It starts as Shadow is getting out of a 3-year sentence in jail, and starts off with a boom: his wife, whom he has been remembering faithfully for the 3 years, has been killed in a car crash. Up until then, I got the book, there was no problems with comprehension.

However, when Shadow accepts a job from Mr. Wednesday, things start to spiral… right into the land where I have no idea what anyone is talking about. The basic story-line was simple, and the plot twist was easy to understand, but the devil was in the details. For someone like myself, wanting to actually learn from this book and take what knowledge it gave me a put it to good use, it was a nightmare. Some things had nothing to do with the actual story-line, and everything that was seemed cryptic.

On the whole, it was an interesting plot and the characters seemed very genuine, and it had a good ending. I am very partial to bad books with good endings.

Thanks for reading, xoxo ~Harlow

Finish First!

24 Oct

This is kind of an ‘oldish’ youtube video that I think represents quite a few things that I would like to mention:

1. Guys always think they are tough, and that toughness is always a good thing. As the guys in this video realize at the end, girls don’t like that stuff, they like guys who like them.

2. Since when do large gold chains mean toughness? Doesn’t that look slightly… poser-ish? Maybe that’s just the video mocking modern culture, you say, but it isn’t just confined to this video. I mean, I see people all the time who think large polo shirts or button-downs that are half undone are cool or ‘tough’. When did this happen?

Myths or Facts?

21 Oct

Being one of a type of person known as a “history buff”, I am always surprised when I come across something that seems like I should have known, but I have never heard of before. So as I was roving my way across the vast internet today, I came across this myth (see below.) And I was wondering if somebody made this up on a whim… or if this incredibly creepy story is true? Quoted from www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/awesomemysteries/greenchildren.htm

“In the 12th century near Suffolk, England local farmers made a remarkable discovery: a boy and a girl weeping in a field… both with green skin.

The children spoke no English and refused to eat food. They both wore oddly-colored clothing that appeared to be metallic. Eventually they began to eat beans exclusivly after going without food for several days, but only after they were shown how to open the stalks.

The boy grew weak shortly after and eventually died. The girl survived, learned to speak English, and eat other food. Her skin turned to a normal color.

When asked about her origins, the girl described a place with no sun where all the inhabitants were of green color. She claimed that she and the boy were separated from their people as they wandered in a large cavern and, upon exiting, were “struck senseless by the excessive light of the sun and the unusual temperature of the air.”

As if this were not strange enough, the same thing happened again almost 700 years later in 1887 in Banjos, Spain. A boy and a girl with green skin were found abandoned near a cave. They did not speak Spanish and wore unfamiliar clothing. Their eyes were described as Oriental in appearance.

As with the first account from England, both children refused to eat at first. The boy grew weak and died, but the girl survived, learned Spanish, and explained that she and her companion came from a sunless land. The account differs from the first as the girl was reported to have claimed they had been caught up in a whirlwind and found themselves in the cave. The girl died in 1892.

The children’s true origins were never discovered.  Some say that they were aliens, others say that they are members of a subsurface human culture, while others say they they were lost children whos green coloring was the result of undernourishment.  It’s even been put forward that both stories are actually the retelling of one story.

In any case, it’s widely accepted that the children did exist… the question is, where did they come from?”

The Importance of Peripheral Vision

19 Oct

Has anyone here seen those old-timer Americana scenes where all the kids in the neighborhood have gathered in the middle of the street to play softball or basketball? As a kid, I would go out sometimes and play with other kids, usually in the form of playing “house”, where somebody was the mother and daughter and so on and so forth. I loved going outside and playing, especially of there was snow on the ground! I didn’t have much else to break the monotony of suburban life without a computer, and good books were my only company for the most part.

As some have guessed, the kids of today, the past few years, are spending more time solely on the computer, and not participating the real world, as is needed to develop you physically and mentally. Studies have shown that children who either sit in front of a computer or television for hours on end are starting to lose their peripheral vision. It just simply isn’t needed for them anymore. Another side effect is also a weight problem, but that’s for another blog post.

When I learned this, I was very concerned; peripheral vision is very important if you ever want to play sports or drive, at all. Living without it would be a very dangerous thing, you may not even notice until you either get tested or are in a car accident.

It seems this phenomenon was noticed when the children sat and watched TV in very early life, so I will try not to feel guilty staring at a computer screen for a while when I am typing these blog posts.

My Various Illnesses

17 Oct

You all know that one person, the person who takes pride in their various diseases and injuries, and never misses an opportunity to tell you all about them, whether you ask or not. Their conversation always seem to take a turn for the worse, and they lament their soon-to-be untimely demise. The conversation usually goes something like this:

You: My mom makes the best chicken soup!

Sickly Person: I always eat chicken soup at this time of year, because I am always getting a cold… or pneumonia.

Y: That’s awful! But anyways, my mom always makes it with cute little stars.

SP: I used to love that type of soup, but now I can’t eat it because of my high cholesterol, which will kill me one of these days.

Y: …

Or at least, that’s been my experience in the matter of those people. And let me tell you, I am certainly not one of those people, but at a certain point you earn the right to talk about your amazing sicknesses, such as the 4 (!!!!) different illnesses I had within the space of a month. I feel sure I’ll be good for the next 2 or 3 years, because I used up my entire quota of illness for that time period.

Now I’m off to do some more make-up work for school, having fallen considerably behind,

xoxo, Harlow

Major… Minor… Something Like That… Right?

12 Oct

I have grown up. It has to be admitted at some point and now seems like an appropriate time, with college somewhere in the blurry future and my knowledge of the world expanding exponentially. I have stopped believing in Santa Claus and the Halloween Pumpkin, and started liking Christmas parties and Halloween gatherings. I knew I was grown up when I started going to bed before my appointed bedtime, just to get some precious sleep. This brings me to my topic of the day, growing up and the choices we have to make thereafter.

For instance, blurred visions of myself at college are coming up to me at random times and I have started thinking almost constantly about what college I should go to and why? The one with the cool artsy pamphlet? The incredibly expensive one and never buy a house in my life because I’ll be paying off my student loans? Should I pursue a career in something I like or something that will pay? And worst of all… what job do would anybody get if they majored in Latin or Art History?! Some things just don’t make much sense.

And after that, what job do I want to have? Does it really matter if I want it or not? What do I like to do? It turns out that it’s hard to make up your mind when you really don’t know it at all. I have never taken the time to learn my own mind, and wouldn’t really know how that would go if I tried.

So for now I will trudge along, unsure, until the time comes when I abso-positivilily-lutely have to make a decision. In the meantime, I am going to try and take some time out of my day to be a little more introspective. Maybe I’ll start doing more yoga. Or any at all. I’ll keep you updated…

xoxo, Harlow