12.7.15- Things Consumed
Food
- SmashBurger
- All The Bright Places
- Blades of Glory
- Volcano Choir
- Taylor Swift- White Horse
- Adele
- Justin Bieber- Sorry
- The Temper Trap- Sweet Disposition
- Friends
- The Museum of Feelings
tHe MuSeUm Of FeEliNgS
11.30.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Island Deli- Wicked Willow
- Thanksgiving dinner
- All The Bright Places
- The Hunger Games: Mockingjay Part II
- Assorted Christmas music
- ODESZA- Say my Name
- Daya- Hide Away
- Coldplay- The Scientist
- Adele- When We Were Young (a lot)
- Justin Bieber- Sorry
- Law and Order SVU
- Rummikub
- High-Low-Jack
iSlAnD dEli
Island Deli sits in Narragansett, Rhode Island, a small beach town with not a heck of a lot to do in the fall and winter months. Over thanksgiving break, while I was home in lil’ Rhody, I decided to take a drive with my friend down to Narragansett, partly for the view, partly for a sandwich.
Over the summer I worked at a beach in Narragansett, and on slow days for my lunch break I would make the 2 minute drive to Island Deli and order a Wicked Willow sandwich which consists of chicken salad (made from the local Willow Tree Farm, hence the name), bacon, tomato, and muenster cheese and served with a pickle on the side. I had been craving this very sandwich since summer break had come to an end, and I felt on the very Sunday that I returned to Marist, I deserved to put my craving to rest and get a Wicked Willow sandwich.
I ordered the sandwich to go and my friend and I drove to the water and ate in my car since my sandwich wasn’t used to the harsh November temperatures. I could smell it before I even opened the styrofoam container. I took my first bite and bits of chicken salad fell from every side of the sandwich. That first bite, while sitting there watching the waves crash on the rocks, tasted like summer. If I weren’t wearing a sweater and boots and sitting in my car with the heat on, I might have been confused as to what season I was in.
It’s cool how food can be comforting in more ways than one. People eat all the time to feel comforted. A home cooked meal can make a person feel warm inside and eating ice cream lets us give in to our sadness from time to time. This sandwich reminded me of summer and the beach and home and I was sure that no matter the season, I’d get one the next time I found myself at home.
Over the summer I worked at a beach in Narragansett, and on slow days for my lunch break I would make the 2 minute drive to Island Deli and order a Wicked Willow sandwich which consists of chicken salad (made from the local Willow Tree Farm, hence the name), bacon, tomato, and muenster cheese and served with a pickle on the side. I had been craving this very sandwich since summer break had come to an end, and I felt on the very Sunday that I returned to Marist, I deserved to put my craving to rest and get a Wicked Willow sandwich.
I ordered the sandwich to go and my friend and I drove to the water and ate in my car since my sandwich wasn’t used to the harsh November temperatures. I could smell it before I even opened the styrofoam container. I took my first bite and bits of chicken salad fell from every side of the sandwich. That first bite, while sitting there watching the waves crash on the rocks, tasted like summer. If I weren’t wearing a sweater and boots and sitting in my car with the heat on, I might have been confused as to what season I was in.
It’s cool how food can be comforting in more ways than one. People eat all the time to feel comforted. A home cooked meal can make a person feel warm inside and eating ice cream lets us give in to our sadness from time to time. This sandwich reminded me of summer and the beach and home and I was sure that no matter the season, I’d get one the next time I found myself at home.
11.23.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Chipotle
- The King's Speech
- Volcano Choir- Comrade
- Bon Iver
- Birdy- Skinny Love
- Justin Bieber
- ODESZA- Say my Name
- Secondhand Serenade- Stay Close, Don't Go
- Friends
- John Mulaney- The Comeback Kid
tHe CoMeBaCk KiD
One lazy afternoon I was scrolling on my laptop through my roommate’s Netflix que (because let’s face it who has their own Netflix?), and I came across John Mulaney’s “The Comeback Kid.” Being one of my favorite comedians I immediately clicked on the show and settled down with a bag of chips.
The only other John Mulaney show available on Netflix is “New in Town,” a personal favorite of mine, so I went in with high expectations. I even warned my roommate that I would be watching a comedy show and I would probably be laughing a lot, so if she wanted to leave, now was the time.
You’d think that going in with high expectations is just a setup for disappointment. A bar set to high that must indeed be unattainable. However, I was not disappointed. I laughed hard and often until my sides hurt and my roommate had to leave the room to get away from my obnoxious cackle.
I really enjoy watching standup comedy, though I don’t do it often at all. John Mulaney is the only one I’ve really seen, and I don’t go out of my way to find other comedians, even though I am almost positive I would thoroughly enjoy them. Comedians have all different styles and I know John Mulaney’s. He’s the type of guy my mom would feel comfortable watching because his content isn’t too explicit and he refrains from using the f-word (for the most part at least). He really is a funny guy; don’t let my mom’s probable endorsement of him make you less interested to check him out! My mom’s pretty cool.
The only other John Mulaney show available on Netflix is “New in Town,” a personal favorite of mine, so I went in with high expectations. I even warned my roommate that I would be watching a comedy show and I would probably be laughing a lot, so if she wanted to leave, now was the time.
You’d think that going in with high expectations is just a setup for disappointment. A bar set to high that must indeed be unattainable. However, I was not disappointed. I laughed hard and often until my sides hurt and my roommate had to leave the room to get away from my obnoxious cackle.
I really enjoy watching standup comedy, though I don’t do it often at all. John Mulaney is the only one I’ve really seen, and I don’t go out of my way to find other comedians, even though I am almost positive I would thoroughly enjoy them. Comedians have all different styles and I know John Mulaney’s. He’s the type of guy my mom would feel comfortable watching because his content isn’t too explicit and he refrains from using the f-word (for the most part at least). He really is a funny guy; don’t let my mom’s probable endorsement of him make you less interested to check him out! My mom’s pretty cool.
11.16.15- Things Consumed
Food
- The Meatball Shop
- Adele- Hello
- Justin Bieber- Sorry
- Joanna Newsom- Easy
- Friends
- Chopped
- Keeping up with the Kardashians
- MoMA
tHe MeAtBaLl ShOp
Last weekend I found myself in New York City, and while there are infinite things to do in the city that never sleeps, the best idea to me personally always seems to involve eating. Of course I didn’t want to eat anywhere I had ever eaten before, so my friend picked a place that was different, but at the same time, not too far out of our comfort zone. The Meatball Shop it was.
Upon arrival, I immediately noticed that written on the glass door the restaurant proudly proclaimed “we make balls” which is honestly hilarious no matter your level of maturity. The restaurant was cute and quirky. It was dimly lit with small tables all very close together and the entire seating area was about the size of a big walk in closet. The menus were laminated and each table had a centerpiece of a small mason jar with dry erase markers so we could mark on the menu how we wanted our balls prepared. We were told to select a meat for our balls, a sauce, and if we wanted them naked, on top of pasta, or in a sandwich.
I opted for chicken balls with pesto sauce on top of spaghetti. It was served with a slice of Italian bread that I smothered in left over pesto sauce. The spaghetti was nothing special, and if I go again I plan to order a sandwich, but I have to say they were easily some of the best balls I’ve ever had.
Upon arrival, I immediately noticed that written on the glass door the restaurant proudly proclaimed “we make balls” which is honestly hilarious no matter your level of maturity. The restaurant was cute and quirky. It was dimly lit with small tables all very close together and the entire seating area was about the size of a big walk in closet. The menus were laminated and each table had a centerpiece of a small mason jar with dry erase markers so we could mark on the menu how we wanted our balls prepared. We were told to select a meat for our balls, a sauce, and if we wanted them naked, on top of pasta, or in a sandwich.
I opted for chicken balls with pesto sauce on top of spaghetti. It was served with a slice of Italian bread that I smothered in left over pesto sauce. The spaghetti was nothing special, and if I go again I plan to order a sandwich, but I have to say they were easily some of the best balls I’ve ever had.
11.9.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Palace Diner- burger and fries
- Before Sunrise
- The Departed
- Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
- 12 Years a Slave
- The Grand Budapest Hotel
- Adele
- Wet- Don't Wanna be Your Girl
- The National
- Earth Wind and Fire- September
- Portlandia
- Chopped
- Marist Football Game
eTeRnAl SuNsHiNe Of ThE sPoTlEsS mInD
With Jim Carrey as the protagonist in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind I can’t say I was expecting the movie to be as heartbreakingly serious as it was, but in spite of the heartbreak, I thoroughly enjoyed the film. It is odd how interesting pieces of a puzzle can fit together to tell such a beautiful story of love and loss.
There were a lot of aspects of the film that would make me think I wouldn’t like it. For starters, the plot was pretty farfetched. Technology that allows people to permanently erase their memory of a person? Sounds a little too good to be true if you ask me. Also pertaining to the plot, the “doctors” were very unprofessional and there were no precautions in place to prevent any “patients” from making rash decisions that they may later regret.
And even if the plot were sound, the characters were weird as hell. You’ve got a girl named Clementine with a bit of an attitude and blue hair who makes dolls out of potatoes and a guy with some serious confidence issues who seems pretty unequipped to be single.
However, taking all the oddities into account, I’d put the movie somewhere in my top 10. I cried in the middle watching Jim Carrey’s character desperately trying to cling to a specific memory. I couldn’t imagine giving up a memory of someone that meant so much to me at the time. The idea of giving up one person altogether breaks my heart. Maybe that’s why the film really resonated with me.
There were a lot of aspects of the film that would make me think I wouldn’t like it. For starters, the plot was pretty farfetched. Technology that allows people to permanently erase their memory of a person? Sounds a little too good to be true if you ask me. Also pertaining to the plot, the “doctors” were very unprofessional and there were no precautions in place to prevent any “patients” from making rash decisions that they may later regret.
And even if the plot were sound, the characters were weird as hell. You’ve got a girl named Clementine with a bit of an attitude and blue hair who makes dolls out of potatoes and a guy with some serious confidence issues who seems pretty unequipped to be single.
However, taking all the oddities into account, I’d put the movie somewhere in my top 10. I cried in the middle watching Jim Carrey’s character desperately trying to cling to a specific memory. I couldn’t imagine giving up a memory of someone that meant so much to me at the time. The idea of giving up one person altogether breaks my heart. Maybe that’s why the film really resonated with me.
11.2.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Chipotle
- The Sixth Sense
- Silence of the Lambs
- A Great Big World, Christina Aguilera- Say Something
- Straight No Chaser- Christmas CD
- Michael Jackson- Thriller
- Adele- Hello
- Justin Bieber- Sorry
- Portlandia
- Arrested Development
- URI Soccer game
sTrAiGhT nO cHaSeR
I am on one of those people (hate me if you will) who believe it is never too early for Christmas. Literally never. I mean, I don’t start officially playing Christmas music until after Halloween, but if you want to blast some Santa Claus is coming to Town in mid-July, I have no quarrels with that whatsoever.
This past weekend I drove my sister back to her school from home and we listened to Straight No Chaser (an acapella group)’s Christmas CD the whole way back. And let me tell you, it put me in the best mood.
Regardless of whether or not you enjoy listening to Christmas music (and I unfortunately know, although cannot even begin to fathom, that some people do not), Christmastime is a time of year where a lot of people feel really nice. It’s a time where everyone is generous and happy and maybe just a little optimistic and excited to see what the coming year has in store. It’s amazing how even being in a cold, winter wonderland, you can still feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Listening to Christmas music makes me feel all the feels that I would if it really were Christmastime. Why wouldn’t I want to feel like that all year round???
I know there are still 48 days, 2 hours, 39 minutes and 16 seconds until Christmas but I honestly don’t think it’s too early to start celebrating!!
This past weekend I drove my sister back to her school from home and we listened to Straight No Chaser (an acapella group)’s Christmas CD the whole way back. And let me tell you, it put me in the best mood.
Regardless of whether or not you enjoy listening to Christmas music (and I unfortunately know, although cannot even begin to fathom, that some people do not), Christmastime is a time of year where a lot of people feel really nice. It’s a time where everyone is generous and happy and maybe just a little optimistic and excited to see what the coming year has in store. It’s amazing how even being in a cold, winter wonderland, you can still feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Listening to Christmas music makes me feel all the feels that I would if it really were Christmastime. Why wouldn’t I want to feel like that all year round???
I know there are still 48 days, 2 hours, 39 minutes and 16 seconds until Christmas but I honestly don’t think it’s too early to start celebrating!!
10.26.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Campus Deli- The Joker
- Adele- Hello
- Taylor Swift- Wildest Dreams
- Bon Iver
- Car Seat Headrest- Beach Life-in-Death
- Fargo
- The Sopranos
- The Office
- Arrested Development
- Portlandia
hElLo
Adele’s new song Hello basically sounds like every other Adele song you’ve ever heard before. And although I don’t consider myself a fan of Adele, I’m a pretty big supporter of Hello and a lot of other people are too.
When I say it’s every other Adele song you’ve ever heard before, I mean it. In the lyrics, in the tone, in every sound- it’s Adele. Her voice is so incredibly distinct I didn’t even have to question the artist the first time I heard it. I knew immediately that this song belonged to Adele.
I’ve seen the sayings all over social media- “Adele has that kind of music that makes you miss that person you made eye contact with on public transportation 7 years ago.” Of course this isn’t the exact reaction I got when listening to her new song, but you can understand the mood her music tends to set.
The song makes just makes me feel really passionate and a little nostalgic with just a hint of heartbreak sprinkled in. Everyone might react a little differently to the song of course, but I feel like anyone listening can relate to some of these emotions. I’m not entirely sure if it’s the lyrics or the melody or a combination of the two, but the feelings evoked from this song are almost eerie.
It’s not a particularly catchy song, and I have to admit it doesn’t get annoyingly stuck in my head, like a lot of songs that I tend to like (which could be a really great thing). It’s just a song I find myself wanting to listen to. I’m sure it will soon be overplayed and I’ll be sick of it and every time it comes on someone will scream from somewhere to change it immediately, but for now, I’m really enjoying it.
When I say it’s every other Adele song you’ve ever heard before, I mean it. In the lyrics, in the tone, in every sound- it’s Adele. Her voice is so incredibly distinct I didn’t even have to question the artist the first time I heard it. I knew immediately that this song belonged to Adele.
I’ve seen the sayings all over social media- “Adele has that kind of music that makes you miss that person you made eye contact with on public transportation 7 years ago.” Of course this isn’t the exact reaction I got when listening to her new song, but you can understand the mood her music tends to set.
The song makes just makes me feel really passionate and a little nostalgic with just a hint of heartbreak sprinkled in. Everyone might react a little differently to the song of course, but I feel like anyone listening can relate to some of these emotions. I’m not entirely sure if it’s the lyrics or the melody or a combination of the two, but the feelings evoked from this song are almost eerie.
It’s not a particularly catchy song, and I have to admit it doesn’t get annoyingly stuck in my head, like a lot of songs that I tend to like (which could be a really great thing). It’s just a song I find myself wanting to listen to. I’m sure it will soon be overplayed and I’ll be sick of it and every time it comes on someone will scream from somewhere to change it immediately, but for now, I’m really enjoying it.
10.19.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Crazy Beans
- Halloween
- Death Grips
- Bon Iver
- Blur
- Beach House (vinyl)
- The Office
- Portlandia
- The Sopranos
cRaZy BeAnS
I recently ate lunch at somewhat of a diner on Long Island called Crazy Beans. I went with a friend who had already been and raved about the place- said it was a place he could really see me enjoying- so he ventured there again, with me. I trusted his judgement for the most part, he hadn’t steered me wrong before, so I had no reason to have anything but high expectations.
It definitely didn’t disappoint, but it also wasn’t exactly what I expected. It had the “diner” feel, with bright red booths and small shiny tables and a bar along one side with red bar stools lined up, but the whole place was a little bigger than my bedroom. There were two booths and maybe six other tables all very close together.
There was a lot to take in though even though it was clown-sized. There was the moose head mounted on the wall, the baked goods lined up in a display window up by the register, and the tiny plastic lobsters that buzzed when your table was ready.
I ordered a sandwich, and was beyond pleased when I saw the look of it in front of me. An almost foolproof, telltale sign of a good sandwich is the inability to fit your mouth around the entirety of said sandwich- and this one was piled high. Fried chicken, avocado, bacon, brie, and lettuce, stacked in between two slices of toast, made for an incredible and incredibly filling lunch.
My high expectations were met, and my friend has not yet lost my trust. Crazy Beans turned out to be a very solid choice indeed.
It definitely didn’t disappoint, but it also wasn’t exactly what I expected. It had the “diner” feel, with bright red booths and small shiny tables and a bar along one side with red bar stools lined up, but the whole place was a little bigger than my bedroom. There were two booths and maybe six other tables all very close together.
There was a lot to take in though even though it was clown-sized. There was the moose head mounted on the wall, the baked goods lined up in a display window up by the register, and the tiny plastic lobsters that buzzed when your table was ready.
I ordered a sandwich, and was beyond pleased when I saw the look of it in front of me. An almost foolproof, telltale sign of a good sandwich is the inability to fit your mouth around the entirety of said sandwich- and this one was piled high. Fried chicken, avocado, bacon, brie, and lettuce, stacked in between two slices of toast, made for an incredible and incredibly filling lunch.
My high expectations were met, and my friend has not yet lost my trust. Crazy Beans turned out to be a very solid choice indeed.
10.12.15- Things Consumed
Books
- Love Medicine
- Chinatown
- Bon Iver- Skinny Love
- Brothers Osborne- Stay a Little Longer
- Blink 182
- The Office
sTaY a LiTtLe LoNgEr
It's amazing (I think, anyway) how easily we can tie music to times in our life. How we can connect songs to a specific season or merge together artist and experience so naturally. It baffles me sometimes how strong those connections can be and how we seem to make them subconsciously at times. For example, I listened to the song Stay A Little Longer by Brothers Osborne over the summer at a time when the lyrics in the song seemed especially prevalent in my life, and now, as I have recently come to realize, I can't listen to it without thinking of that specific time.
Hearing the song last week, I remembered listening to it over the summer. I remembered being in the car the first time I heard it driving home from work. I remembered relating to the lyrics and going home and looking it up. I remembered lying in my bed at an ungodly hour downloading the song so I could play it on repeat (a nasty habit of mine which you may already be aware of) and memorize every lyric. I fell asleep to it playing that night and woke up to it playing still, only to continue the process.
And it doesn't stop there. I don't just remember the events that transpired while listening to this song alone. I remember everything. What other music I was listening to the week I heard that song for the first time, who I was with when I listened, and I can even recount a few specific times I heard it in the car and what it was like.
For most people, music, or specific songs or singers, evoke a certain emotion. The emotion could be universal or differ depending on the person or his particular situation at a given time. I've always been aware of this to a certain degree, but haven't always been so conscious of the memories that flood my mind with ease when I hear a familiar melody.
I understand that this doesn't speak so much to the emotions that I associate with this song on its own, but hearing it caused me to think of all this, and evaluate the experiences I have associated with other songs as well.
Hearing the song last week, I remembered listening to it over the summer. I remembered being in the car the first time I heard it driving home from work. I remembered relating to the lyrics and going home and looking it up. I remembered lying in my bed at an ungodly hour downloading the song so I could play it on repeat (a nasty habit of mine which you may already be aware of) and memorize every lyric. I fell asleep to it playing that night and woke up to it playing still, only to continue the process.
And it doesn't stop there. I don't just remember the events that transpired while listening to this song alone. I remember everything. What other music I was listening to the week I heard that song for the first time, who I was with when I listened, and I can even recount a few specific times I heard it in the car and what it was like.
For most people, music, or specific songs or singers, evoke a certain emotion. The emotion could be universal or differ depending on the person or his particular situation at a given time. I've always been aware of this to a certain degree, but haven't always been so conscious of the memories that flood my mind with ease when I hear a familiar melody.
I understand that this doesn't speak so much to the emotions that I associate with this song on its own, but hearing it caused me to think of all this, and evaluate the experiences I have associated with other songs as well.
10.5.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Hot Table- panini
- Eveready Diner - burger
- All Time Low
- The Maine
- Mayday Parade
- Van Morrison- Brown Eyed Girl
- The Office
- Volleyball- WNE University vs. Westfield State
vOlLeYbAlL
I’m not super into watching sports. Not on TV, not live, not any sport really. However, my younger sister plays on the volleyball team at Western New England University, and I went to visit her last Friday, on game day.
She played in high school, so I was used to watching her games, and I was more than happy to be able to watch and support her in college. I know the rules of volleyball and I can follow along. I know when to cheer and when to be upset with a play. But volleyball is not my favorite sport to watch.
It isn’t because it’s boring or uneventful or I can’t follow along. And maybe it’s because my sister is on the team, but whenever I watch volleyball, I am filled with such an incredible amount of anxiety. Every time the ball is launched into the air I hold my breath until it hits the ground again. I follow it with my eyes and hope that every time it descends near my sister that she will be there to keep it up or get it over the net with the three touches allotted.
Maybe that’s how everyone feels when they watch sports that they like? I’m not entirely sure. Yes, I find volleyball to be interesting and fast paced, but I do think I could do without the stress (I could also do without the cheering after every single play). At the end of the game I couldn’t help but feel so relieved that it was over (and that they had won). Is this what sports fanatics feel like? Thank god I’m not one of them.
She played in high school, so I was used to watching her games, and I was more than happy to be able to watch and support her in college. I know the rules of volleyball and I can follow along. I know when to cheer and when to be upset with a play. But volleyball is not my favorite sport to watch.
It isn’t because it’s boring or uneventful or I can’t follow along. And maybe it’s because my sister is on the team, but whenever I watch volleyball, I am filled with such an incredible amount of anxiety. Every time the ball is launched into the air I hold my breath until it hits the ground again. I follow it with my eyes and hope that every time it descends near my sister that she will be there to keep it up or get it over the net with the three touches allotted.
Maybe that’s how everyone feels when they watch sports that they like? I’m not entirely sure. Yes, I find volleyball to be interesting and fast paced, but I do think I could do without the stress (I could also do without the cheering after every single play). At the end of the game I couldn’t help but feel so relieved that it was over (and that they had won). Is this what sports fanatics feel like? Thank god I’m not one of them.
9.28.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Miller House Brewing Company- Burger
- Rossi's- first time
- Apple with Crunchy Peanut Butter
- Rita Ora- Poison
- Bon Iver
- Jesse McCartney CD
- Straight No Chaser- Christmas CD
- The Office
- Marist vs. Jacksonville football
- Blood Moon
- Vanderbilt Garden
tHe OfFiCe
I have been watching The Office for about four weeks now and somehow in between my school work and my average of two naps a day (down last year from three); I have made it to season five episode eighteen. Contrary to what you may be thinking however, I am not moving so swiftly through the series because I like it so much, but rather I am trying to finish it so I can move on to something else. Something better.
I’ll admit the first few episodes enticed me. I loved how aware everyone was of the camera. It’s easily my favorite aspect of the show. A reality TV show that isn’t trying to be a reality TV show at all because it, well, isn’t? Genius.
As the episodes went on though, I began losing interest, or maybe I never really gained an interest to begin with. I can’t be certain. I just expected to laugh more. Or laugh harder? I felt like Michael’s jokes were just awkward, and while they were sometimes amusing, a lot of the time they just fell short.
Kevin. Now Kevin makes me laugh. Doesn’t matter what he’s doing or saying, if Kevin is in the scene, chances are I am lol’ing. But the rest of the cast? Or at least the cast members that I think are intended to be the funniest? Just aren’t funny enough to me.
Nevertheless, I will continue watching the show until the end. It isn’t meeting all my expectations in the laughs department, but I am not a quitter.
I’ll admit the first few episodes enticed me. I loved how aware everyone was of the camera. It’s easily my favorite aspect of the show. A reality TV show that isn’t trying to be a reality TV show at all because it, well, isn’t? Genius.
As the episodes went on though, I began losing interest, or maybe I never really gained an interest to begin with. I can’t be certain. I just expected to laugh more. Or laugh harder? I felt like Michael’s jokes were just awkward, and while they were sometimes amusing, a lot of the time they just fell short.
Kevin. Now Kevin makes me laugh. Doesn’t matter what he’s doing or saying, if Kevin is in the scene, chances are I am lol’ing. But the rest of the cast? Or at least the cast members that I think are intended to be the funniest? Just aren’t funny enough to me.
Nevertheless, I will continue watching the show until the end. It isn’t meeting all my expectations in the laughs department, but I am not a quitter.
9.21.15- Things Consumed
Food
- McDonald's
- Chipotle
- Miss Grimsley's Oxford Career
- Bon Iver- Perth
- The Academy Is...
- Nine Days- Absolutely (Story of a Girl)
- Rita Ora- Poison (This was on last week's list as well...I usually have it on repeat in my room to the point where my roommate has forbade it to be played while she is present)
- The Office
- Walked by the river and questioned why the benches around campus are placed where they are
- Watched the leaves fall
PeRtH
I wouldn’t call myself a music connoisseur by any means, but I listen to music every day. My friends introduce me to new songs and if I like one, I (unfortunately for them) play it on repeat until (unfortunately for me) I’m forbidden from playing it in their presence or without headphones. Currently I am not allowed to play Poison anywhere near my roommate Jenn, or she’ll excuse herself from the premises.
Last year, if I remember correctly, one of the songs on the list of banned ballads was Perth, by Bon Iver. I listened to it over and over again and when Jenn couldn’t take it anymore, I resorted to using headphones and listened on my way to and from classes, lying in bed or while doing homework in the library. However, after the school year came to an end, I was introduced to new songs that I listened to countless times over the summer, annoying my sister, parents, and friends from home. Suffice to say, Perth was forgotten.
This week instead of playing Poison, or my predicted next song to be banned, Roses, I went to my entire iTunes library, which really isn’t that large considering I listen to one song for 4-5 weeks, and clicked shuffle. You can probably guess what song came on. When the first note of that familiar song leaked through my speakers, my heart sort of stopped. Memories of sophomore year flooded my brain and left me feeling nostalgic. I think listening to the song was a comfort mechanism for me last year while I was going through some stuff. Hearing it again brought back some of that, but then somehow comforted me again. It felt like magic or like I was hearing the song from the past but it had somehow traveled through time to this very moment to let me know everything was okay.
I listened to it three more times.
Last year, if I remember correctly, one of the songs on the list of banned ballads was Perth, by Bon Iver. I listened to it over and over again and when Jenn couldn’t take it anymore, I resorted to using headphones and listened on my way to and from classes, lying in bed or while doing homework in the library. However, after the school year came to an end, I was introduced to new songs that I listened to countless times over the summer, annoying my sister, parents, and friends from home. Suffice to say, Perth was forgotten.
This week instead of playing Poison, or my predicted next song to be banned, Roses, I went to my entire iTunes library, which really isn’t that large considering I listen to one song for 4-5 weeks, and clicked shuffle. You can probably guess what song came on. When the first note of that familiar song leaked through my speakers, my heart sort of stopped. Memories of sophomore year flooded my brain and left me feeling nostalgic. I think listening to the song was a comfort mechanism for me last year while I was going through some stuff. Hearing it again brought back some of that, but then somehow comforted me again. It felt like magic or like I was hearing the song from the past but it had somehow traveled through time to this very moment to let me know everything was okay.
I listened to it three more times.
9.14.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Sushi
- BurgerFi
- Fargo
- The Chainsmokers- Roses
- Rita Ora- Poison
- Taylor Swift- Wildest Dreams
- Hozier- Someone New
- Ed Sheeran- Photograph
- The Office
- Went to Rhinebeck- Paper Trail
- Mailed a letter
wRiTiNg A lEtTer
Dear Reader,
Week 2 did not bring me a plethora of extraordinary things consumed; however, something I did may not be oh-so-typical for my generation. Yes, you read that correctly at the very bottom of my short list of things consumed, I mailed a letter. No it wasn’t a letter to my grandpa who doesn’t have a cell phone. It wasn’t a birthday card to my younger cousin. And it wasn’t a thank you card to my aunt for that Starbucks gift card (I sent her a text expressing my gratitude).
It was a short letter to a friend I saw just this past weekend and who I will see again in 7 more days. I’m not exempt from my generations’ need to be joined at the hip with their phone, I have it at all times, and the recipient of this letter has a phone too, and we text incessantly.
Believe me, I think texting is amazing. I love the convenience of texting my younger sister to make sure she’s having a good time as a freshman in college, and keeping in touch with my friends from home, but there’s just something about writing and receiving a letter in the mail.
I love the feeling of pen on paper, tearing the pages out, and sealing the envelope shut. I love the anticipation waiting for him to receive it and how excited he gets when he does. Of course he’ll text me immediately upon removing the letter addressed to him from its carefully packaged envelope, but he understands the time I put into writing it, and doesn’t take it for granted. And that’s just the process of sending it, never mind the excitement I get from receiving!! (Okay, so technically he has yet to write me back, but I’m sure when he does I’ll be over the moon).
I encourage anyone reading to write a letter, even if it’s to a friend you see every day. It’s an out of this world feeling to sense their surprise when they get it, and (probably) even more incredible to get one in return.
P.S. Don’t panic if you don’t have any friends, write me!
Emma
Marist College MSC 12172
3399 North Road
Poughkeepsie, NY 12601
Week 2 did not bring me a plethora of extraordinary things consumed; however, something I did may not be oh-so-typical for my generation. Yes, you read that correctly at the very bottom of my short list of things consumed, I mailed a letter. No it wasn’t a letter to my grandpa who doesn’t have a cell phone. It wasn’t a birthday card to my younger cousin. And it wasn’t a thank you card to my aunt for that Starbucks gift card (I sent her a text expressing my gratitude).
It was a short letter to a friend I saw just this past weekend and who I will see again in 7 more days. I’m not exempt from my generations’ need to be joined at the hip with their phone, I have it at all times, and the recipient of this letter has a phone too, and we text incessantly.
Believe me, I think texting is amazing. I love the convenience of texting my younger sister to make sure she’s having a good time as a freshman in college, and keeping in touch with my friends from home, but there’s just something about writing and receiving a letter in the mail.
I love the feeling of pen on paper, tearing the pages out, and sealing the envelope shut. I love the anticipation waiting for him to receive it and how excited he gets when he does. Of course he’ll text me immediately upon removing the letter addressed to him from its carefully packaged envelope, but he understands the time I put into writing it, and doesn’t take it for granted. And that’s just the process of sending it, never mind the excitement I get from receiving!! (Okay, so technically he has yet to write me back, but I’m sure when he does I’ll be over the moon).
I encourage anyone reading to write a letter, even if it’s to a friend you see every day. It’s an out of this world feeling to sense their surprise when they get it, and (probably) even more incredible to get one in return.
P.S. Don’t panic if you don’t have any friends, write me!
Emma
Marist College MSC 12172
3399 North Road
Poughkeepsie, NY 12601
9.7.15- Things Consumed
Food
- Burrito- Mexican Kitchen
- Panini- Lola's
- P-Ridge
- Charlotte Temple
- Age of Adaline
- Princess Diaries
- Wet- Don't Wanna be Your Girl
- The National
- BORNS- Electric Love
- Brothers Osborne- Stay a Little Longer
- Saint Motel
- Rita Ora- Poison
- The Office
p-RiDgE pIzZa
If you’re a student at Marist College, chances are you’ve heard of P-Ridge. You’ve probably had a slice of CBR after a long night at Darby’s or ordered a pie with friends at an ungodly hour. Regardless, whether or not you’ve ever eaten if, you’ve heard of it and their famous chicken, bacon, ranch. I’ll admit to having had my fair share of CBR, but is it the best pizza out there?
As a freshman on campus, I had (obviously) heard of P-Ridge, but had never tried it. When my friends got wind of this sophomore year, they insisted we go immediately. It’s true I had never heard of CBR at any other pizza place and thought “what an amazing and unique combination of ingredients to top a pizza.” It’s true I believed the hype. It’s even true that my very first bite was documented on a high quality iPhone 4S Snapchat video. But can I be honest? IT’S JUST PIZZA.
I had some this past week on a Saturday night with one of my roommates, and I was reminded yet again, that it is just pizza. Overpriced (on Friday and Saturday nights), overhyped and I was sort of over it. However, the excitement I felt walking through Poughkeepsie in the wee hours of the morning with one of my closest friends reminded me why I even craved it in the first place. How did the actual slice of CBR make me feel? I won’t lie, after a ten piece chicken nugget and large fry from McDonald’s (oops), a little queasy. But would I go again? Hell yea I would.
After over a year praising P-Ridge and their CBR, I’ve been around. I’ve seen CBR on dozens of other menus at pizza places, and had some that were without a doubt better than P-Ridge’s. But dare I mention this to my friends at Marist? Of course not. I still rave about their pizza and beg that we go Friday nights at 1 am. It’s part of the Marist College culture. It’s not all about the pizza, it’s about the experience.
As a freshman on campus, I had (obviously) heard of P-Ridge, but had never tried it. When my friends got wind of this sophomore year, they insisted we go immediately. It’s true I had never heard of CBR at any other pizza place and thought “what an amazing and unique combination of ingredients to top a pizza.” It’s true I believed the hype. It’s even true that my very first bite was documented on a high quality iPhone 4S Snapchat video. But can I be honest? IT’S JUST PIZZA.
I had some this past week on a Saturday night with one of my roommates, and I was reminded yet again, that it is just pizza. Overpriced (on Friday and Saturday nights), overhyped and I was sort of over it. However, the excitement I felt walking through Poughkeepsie in the wee hours of the morning with one of my closest friends reminded me why I even craved it in the first place. How did the actual slice of CBR make me feel? I won’t lie, after a ten piece chicken nugget and large fry from McDonald’s (oops), a little queasy. But would I go again? Hell yea I would.
After over a year praising P-Ridge and their CBR, I’ve been around. I’ve seen CBR on dozens of other menus at pizza places, and had some that were without a doubt better than P-Ridge’s. But dare I mention this to my friends at Marist? Of course not. I still rave about their pizza and beg that we go Friday nights at 1 am. It’s part of the Marist College culture. It’s not all about the pizza, it’s about the experience.