Thursday, August 27, 2009
legen(wait for it)dary
yesssssss! i swear if nph wasn't gay i would most definitely stalk him.http://www.mtv.com/news/articles/1619609/20090826/story.jhtml
Sunday, August 23, 2009
refrigerators - a window to the soul
You can tell a lot about a person by the contents of their fridge. Both the outer shell and its fillings provide insight to the madness of its owner.
Take for instance my parents fridge. The insides are a hot mess of condiments, home cooked leftovers, and half empty milk jugs. Its outer walls are concealed by an ungodly amount of photos, vague phone numbers, tacky magnets, and faded newspaper articles.
But through all of this disorder a picture of a family is revealed. A deeper look provides insight into the world of the Aratas. Bottles of cholula, and the remnants of artichokes, avocadoes, and homemade enchiladas expose a family who has embraced its southwestern identity. Photos of vacations past, tacky poses, and graduation caps reveal a diverse yet loving family. Magnets featuring bible verses, superheroes, and an alcoholic mayor expose the heart and humor of the household.
My parent’s fridge took ten years to look as it does. Ten years of life has produced a fridge that illustrates a family that is chaotic but full of affection for not only food and its hometown, but for one another as well.
And that brings me to Muncie, Indiana. A place where I have lived and had a fridge for exactly three days. Yet already it has begun to take on a life that mimics its owners. Already the insides are bursting with locally grown produce and a six pack of yuengling (the last for many months). The outside are already covered with coupon clippings and homemade beer cap magnets. Pictures have emerged on its walls that capture cherished friendships and individuals with an odd sense of humor.
So in closing I encourage you to look and reflect on your own refrigerator. What does it convey about you and your life? What revelations are found regarding what you treasure and find pleasure in?
Take for instance my parents fridge. The insides are a hot mess of condiments, home cooked leftovers, and half empty milk jugs. Its outer walls are concealed by an ungodly amount of photos, vague phone numbers, tacky magnets, and faded newspaper articles.
But through all of this disorder a picture of a family is revealed. A deeper look provides insight into the world of the Aratas. Bottles of cholula, and the remnants of artichokes, avocadoes, and homemade enchiladas expose a family who has embraced its southwestern identity. Photos of vacations past, tacky poses, and graduation caps reveal a diverse yet loving family. Magnets featuring bible verses, superheroes, and an alcoholic mayor expose the heart and humor of the household.
My parent’s fridge took ten years to look as it does. Ten years of life has produced a fridge that illustrates a family that is chaotic but full of affection for not only food and its hometown, but for one another as well.
And that brings me to Muncie, Indiana. A place where I have lived and had a fridge for exactly three days. Yet already it has begun to take on a life that mimics its owners. Already the insides are bursting with locally grown produce and a six pack of yuengling (the last for many months). The outside are already covered with coupon clippings and homemade beer cap magnets. Pictures have emerged on its walls that capture cherished friendships and individuals with an odd sense of humor.
So in closing I encourage you to look and reflect on your own refrigerator. What does it convey about you and your life? What revelations are found regarding what you treasure and find pleasure in?
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