art & life imitating each other

"Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life." --Oscar Wilde

I can't seem to figure out my opinion on this matter. I used to have the same sentiments as Meg Ryan's character in You've Got Mail -- "So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around?" But lately, I'm pleased to announce I don't feel that way as much anymore.

Instead of moping around yesterday because Tara Lynne had to cancel her trip to visit me, the day was instead filled with all things good: farmers' market in the morning, French cafe for afternoon coffee, library, 2 hours at a wonderful park and gorgeous spring weather...and finally, my first visit to the art museum here.

There were several reasons why I enjoyed the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art so much: the grounds are beautiful, the collections much better than I thought they'd be, the low cost for admission (free) and the fact I can go any time I want since I'm not just here on vacation.

And now I will tell you why art imitates life...illustrated in a few selections from the European exhibit:

Pisarro's Market at Pontoise -- because I just went to the market.

Cassat's At the Theater -- because I just went to my first opera


The Approaching Storm -- because I recently took these photos from my balcony the other night

Piazza del Popolo, Rome -- PRECISELY where my book is taking place right now...and I was having difficulty picturing it, thank you Giovanni Paolo Panini for painting this in 1741 for me. =)

And the best example...

Ingres's Portrait of the Sculptor Paul Lemoyne -- because it's used on the cover of the previously-mentioned book I'm currently reading.


Here's my proof: I bought this book in New York at the Heath Ledger bookstore (I call it that because Whitney talked to him there in October). Little did I know that the cover was taken from a painting hanging in a museum in my town! I love stuff like this.

As if I needed more reason to love the museum, look at the quotes on the outside of the building (by one of my favorite authors, Victor Hugo, I might add):

"The soul has greater need of the ideal than of the real. It is by the real that we exist. It is by the ideal that we live."

Well said, Victor.

Things I've learned so far...

· NEVER go to an animal shelter if you’re not prepared to adopt...it's hard to leave.
· Wooden floors are very squeaky (but fabulous).
· You really can tune out sirens when you’re trying to sleep.
· Sometimes you assume a dining room table will be delivered already assembled, but sometimes you’re wrong.
· How to put together a dining room table.
· Fear of pepper spray and alarm systems is more real than the intruders they are meant to protect me from.
· Zicam is effective at shortening your cold, but apparently can kill your senses of taste and smell FOREVER! (I was lucky though, it only killed my cold)
· Les Misérables is coming to Kansas City in September!
· No one can go to the DMV and accomplish everything in one trip.
· Kansas City has enough diverse coffee shops to keep me happy for years.
· I had no idea what Palestinian food would be like until trying out the Jerusalem Café, and it’s similar to Turkish (which makes sense)…delicious

More to come!

The times, they are a changin'

Well, off I go into the brave new world of Kansas City, Missouri.

I'm starting a job next week at a mid-sized integrated marketing agency in downtown KC. Such adventure ahead of me! I promise to do a better job at updating this blog...or try anyway.

Stay tuned for what is to come as I chart new territory in my life!

nothing in particular

It is quite windy. I hope my subconscious doesn't hear the wind and cause me to have yet another dream about tornadoes. (4 and counting, all starting in December...3 have occurred the night before actual tornadic events.)

Isn't it odd how we praise God for controlling the weather, but we don't blame him for natural disasters? Don't worry about me being struck by lightning for that...I'm just musing.

After looking at, but not filling, my giant, 21-section picture frame for 7 months, I finally ordered new prints and filled it with people I know! (Instead of all those fake people.) It brought such color and vibrancy to my room!

Lastly (because I feel the need to be more obscure), this is my "Why is the world ridiculous?" example of the week:


First of all, this short-sleeved sweater is on "sale" for the great bargain of $198 (originally $390). Okay, I recognize there is a difference in quality between Dollar General and Banana Republic, for example. But once you hit $100, you're just being ridiculous. And I appreciate the argument about fashion being wearable art. But a black sweater is not art by any definition. It's just rich people paying too much so they feel worth it. Secondly, stand up straight and quit pretending to be high fashion!


I miss my house in Ponca City with the door that would "moo" when it was windy.

Observations

Since change is the topic of the day lately, I've decided that is not what I want to discuss. Instead, I will list a few observations to get myself back into the swing of blogging.

Observation #1 -- My dear, dear friend Whitney Pettyjohn hates crowds more than most people I know. Despite this, she adores concerts and worked incredibly hard to fulfill her dream of moving to...Manhattan (the densest city in America with 66,000 people in every square mile...compared with Oklahoma City at a whopping 325 people per square mile). But I love her for it.

Observation #2 -- Complements are better than compliments. (Don't get me wrong, I'm not asking you to quit giving me the latter.)

Observation #3 -- Despite my pickiness when it comes to new authors, if my mother ever wrote a novel, it would be amazing. She wouldn't think so (even after winning a Pulitzer), but it would be.

Observation #3.5 -- I never thought much about who Mr. Pulitzer or Mr. Nobel were. All I know about Nobel is that he invented dynamite and then felt guilty about it. I stumbled upon a book about Joseph Pulitzer in a wonderful bookstore in SoHo, so as soon as I get to it on my very long list of books to read, I won't have to wonder anymore.

my passion

Nothing in this world beats the experience of a good concert. Nothing.

Chest vibrating from the booming bass, sore ear drums, the smell of the smoke machine, feeling the sweltering heat from being smashed together with hundreds of strangers. Maybe it doesn't sound fun to you, but when you match all that with hearing and literally FEELING your favorite songs, it quickly becomes an experience of a lifetime. It's sensory overload…but in a good way.

I've been to 21 "real" concerts. My definition of a real concert is one in which there is standing room only and the crowd isn't afraid of a little movement. The approximately 30 non-real concerts I've been to were also quite wonderful, but were different musical styles, venues and audiences, making them really good shows, as opposed to really good experiences.

My first big concert was February 23, 1995. Amy Grant's House of Love tour. Penelope still makes fun of me for remembering the date, and I don't blame her. I still remember when my mom surprised me with the tickets, what I wore to the concert (a green dress and brown boots), how far away we were (and how much I didn't care because I was having the time of my life), and even what I ate the next day at the mall for lunch. Until I got a CD player the following year, Amy Grant was the only music I listened to (besides Acapella with the family and the occasional Mariah Carey, Ace of Base and All 4 One with friends). But I digress.

Now, I could no sooner choose a favorite band than choose a favorite star in the sky. I also can't choose a favorite concert experience. There are a few highlights though I suppose….seeing the Newsboys for the first time in their "airdome," getting on stage with Audio Adrenaline during my favorite song of theirs, almost getting trampled to death in my first mosh pit, and the list goes on and on.

Last night, I saw Mute Math in Tulsa. I only recently discovered them (thank you Kim and Whitney), but I had seen two of the members in a former band. So I knew they'd be pretty crazy. Which they were. Crazy and amazing. I love Cain's Ballroom because the wood floor is bouncy, so you really feel it move when people start jumping around. And you can feel the bass in your feet. Love it, love it, love it.

I went through a dry spell for a while where I hardly ever went to a concert. But this fall, I've gone to three. It really renewed/confirmed my desire to work in the music industry. I had forgotten one of my original reasons for majoring in public relations, which was wanting to work for a rock band. It was just a far-off dream a few years ago. And then I pushed my "unrealistic" dream aside as I got more and more excited about the profession of public relations in general. I realized how much I would enjoy working for a pr agency where I'd have multiple and diverse clients. I still think I'd like doing that, and maybe I will. But like I said, I've renewed my passion for the music industry, so maybe I'll end up there someday after all. I'm in no rush. It might be 5 or 10 years from now. But I think I can do it if I decide it's what I want.

I know concerts aren't everyone's "thing," but if you haven't done what you're passionate about in a while, I recommend doing it soon. It'll energize you and be well worth it.

Best new excuse for being late

Today on my way to class there was a HOUSE coming down the road. Yes, a house. We've all seen them on the highway, but this was a little side road next to the university. I kept plowing down the street thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. Sure enough, though, the house was taking up the ENTIRE road. Thus, I turned around and drove around the entire circumference of the campus. And I was late.

Fine, I'll start a blog.

My countdown calendar tells me 39 days remain until I graduate college. The flexibility of my degree, public relations, is both liberating and frightening. One of the many reasons I chose pr was because of its broad scope. Now that it is time to find a job, however, it is proving difficult for a person who shudders at the thought of making a big decision. Add to that...I also want to do 30 things in 30 different directions, all having equal pull.

On a brighter note, I'm incredibly excited about what the future holds. The nakedness on my left ring finger will allow me to go wherever and do whatever I want. Although I've done an enormous amount of self-discovery in the last few years, I think I will do exponentially more in the next couple of years. That will hopefully make me that much more prepared for Mr. Right.

I avoided starting a blog for some time now. I was faithful to Xanga for a while, but I don't know if that really counts. I have a problem with believing that anyone besides my mother cares to read about what happens in my life. Yes, I have plenty of opinions which I readily share in face-to-face conversations, but I fail to see why anyone would take time to read them. However, since I need to work on my writing skills, I decided it was high time to give this a try.

Stay tuned for my next post which will be devoted to the joys of attending concerts (and I don't mean orchestral).