27.5.09
Macy's Acrostics
I'm working part-time at Macy's this summer. Weeknights are pretty boring. One Tuesday evening I had only $200 in sales in three hours. During that time I finger-straightened the racks in my section (which means I spaced the hangers an equal distance from one another using my fingers), dusted shelves, and cleaned windows. I also wrote some acrostics using the letters in "Macy's." Here's what I came up with:

Manly
Animals
Can't
Yawn
Sideways

More
Alfani (a Macy's clothing brand)
Clothing?
You're
Scary

Monthly
Asthma
Cantelopes
Yearn
Smilingly

Merry
Aardvarks
Clean
Your
Soot

Mutton
Always
Creates
Yearly
Sustenance

Meek
Albanians
Clearly
Yell
Slurs

I didn't say they were good acrostics.

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written by Ruthie @ 3:09 PM   0 comments
25.5.09
Dream
Dressed up like a nurse from the 1940s, trying to set up some mob guys with a bunch of other people in costume. They figure out what we're trying to do and come after us with guns. Somehow now I'm in a futuristic office skyscraper, trying to get access to an elevator, but the identification sensors can tell I don't work in the office and won't let me into the elevators. I look for stairs.

At this point there's something to do with racks of clothes from Macy's and old-timey cars floating in a grimy lake or ocean port or something.

Then I'm ushered into what appears to be my high school's auditorium. The band was sitting outside the doors. I thought to myself, They must be too loud to have directly on stage. I sit in the front row next to a fairly large woman that won't shut up. Eric Whitacre is conducting, and the concert is all his pieces in some odd programmatic combination: there is fake snow falling from the rafters, a bunch of lighting changes, weird images playing on screens on stage. But the whole time I can barely hear any music. The band just outside the doors is too soft and the offstage choir sounds like a whisper. That's when I remembered that I was supposed to be singing in the offstage choir. So I started to sing my part from my seat. Later Eric Whitacre came up to me and said I saved the performance with my singing.

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written by Ruthie @ 10:53 AM   0 comments
15.5.09
Flowers
My birthday was this past week. It was a little hard not being home for it, but I'll be home in a couple weeks. Anyway, because I was 8 hours away my family decided to send a few things. My mom sent me my mail and a few microwaveable dessert bowls. Apparently she'll be making a dress sooner or later as well. And-- to my great surprise-- my younger brother sent me a lovely bouquet of flowers!
Now, I've been sent flowers before-- my dad sent me some for Valentine's Day one year while I was in college, and boyfriends have sent flowers to me (I'm a vixen, you know). But I have never received flowers from one of my brothers. Not that they don't give me thoughtful gifts on my birthday, but I was so astounded that my bro had such beautiful, perfect flowers shipped to me. So I thought I would share some photos of them for your amusement.

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written by Ruthie @ 9:49 AM   0 comments
12.5.09
Clouds
I love clouds. They're so mysterious to me. I can't touch them or feel them-- only look up at them (or down, when I'm on an airplane-- and that's the COOLEST). These ones didn't make any particular shapes, I didn't think. You don't see anything in them, do you?

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written by Ruthie @ 10:39 AM   0 comments
10.5.09
Haiku
Written during a class this semester:

Fake wood tabletops
are surprisingly comfy
when I'm exhausted.

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written by Ruthie @ 5:33 PM   0 comments
6.5.09
Overheard
Here are two quotes I heard during a class I had this semester called "Readings in Music Theory." The professor is notoriously scatter-brained, and this quote is a little taste of that.


"I'd like to phrase that exactly the way you did, but differently."

--KG, 4/15.


"I had juice box wine at the Vatican for lunch."

--my classmate, Michael. 5/5. My classmates and I ended up brainstorming interesting things to represent Christ's blood and body (i.e., juice box wine and Club crackers emblazoned with the face of Christ or the Holy Mother). We're probably all going to hell.

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