"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com

 
A Toddler's Deception

I heard this conversation at the coffeehouse yesterday. I heard it because I was, as usual, spying on an adorable child sitting at the table next to me.

Toddler Girl: My chocolate milk fell!
Girl's Dad: It fell, or you threw it?
Toddler Girl: ... I threw it.

That little girl would make a great lawyer. But she should probably lose the pigtails first.

posted by Bekah at 5:05 PM :: |

 
And Yes, a Flag is on the Field...

When I was home over break, my dad gave me a requested crash course on football. I've always enjoyed watching the game, but I've never understood exactly what was going on. I liked the atmosphere, cheering for whatever team and listening to the commentators speaking in some exotic dialect involving blitzes and field goals and tight ends (ooh). If I wanted to join in the conversation during a football game, I was relegated to expressing my very authoritative views on the color combinations of the uniforms (I really enjoy Carolina's light blue...isn't it soothing?). Finally, tired of sounding like an ignorant fool ("How come it was just fourth down and now it's first down again? What, football players can't count?") I asked my dad to help me. Being the law professor that he is, he supplemented the explanation with diagrams, explaining defensive and offensive positions and various types of plays. He explained that there can be an infinite number of first downs within the time limits. He explained why and when the team would punt. He explained a few of the penalties. I was thinking about all of the intelligent things I could say the next time I watched a football game with J. Those thoughts then led me to ask my dad the following question: "So, dad...when there's a certain play and then the announcers say something about it, do you usually find that you've thought or said that exact thing? Because J does that a lot. He always says stuff right before the announcers." It basically sounded like I was saying, "Isn't that just amazing and brilliant?!" My dad was like, "Um...yes. I do that sometimes." I think he might have been troubled by my arguably misplaced awe.

Quote of the Day:

"I don't get Paris Hilton. She has the body of a surface to air missile and the posture of linguini." - my friend Steve

Never in a million years could I have come up with a such a brilliant description.

posted by Bekah at 1:48 PM :: |

 
Imagine (It Isn't Hard To Do...)

J and I went to see Big Fish last week. I thought it was sweet and engaging--nothing too major, but worth the five dollars. (I hope that comment doesn't sound like this pretentious review my sister told me about that labeled Ryan Adams' song "La Cienega Just Smiled" "extremely beautiful, but ultimately inconsequential." What? Ultimately inconsequential? What do you want, the meaning of life? That song is gorgeous and amazing!). Anyway, I thought Billy Crudup's performance was excellent. It wasn't an especially complex role, but I thought he played it with a lot of sincerity and subtlety. Ewan McGregor, on the other hand, was boring as usual. He does not appeal to me.

But despite the neat cinematography and a few really good performances, I was more entertained by J's reaction to all of the ridiculous events than I was by the events themselves. For some reason, although J understood that the entire movie was made up of imaginary characters and tall tales, he was a little bit incensed because, "Please, that could never happen!" A baby pops out of its mother and shoots down the hospital hall, and J whispers incredulously, "Oh right, like the umbilical cord just snaps like that." Or the war scenes with the Siamese twins: "Oh here we go, this should be good..." I kept saying, "It's not supposed to be real...there's this thing called suspension of disbelief..." but that didn't matter. The very idea of such ridiculousness was just too offensive for his empirical mind, and I was loving it. At least now I have a slightly better understanding of why he refuses to share my love for Field of Dreams. ("Um...corn doesn't talk, Bekah. What is this?").

posted by Bekah at 3:56 PM :: |