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Pencil #3

1 Mar

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The only word I have for it is majestic.

For more on my year of pencils, read this post.

Go Pose Like Marissa Cooper!

8 Feb

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When I saw this lifeguard tower I was so excited. “Rob!  Go pose like Marissa Cooper!”

I expected him to gaze off into the distance thinking of innocence lost (and Ryan Atwood’s wifebeater).

This is what he came up with.

PS: Now that I live by the beach it’s okay if when I’m upset I run away to a lifeguard tower and stare off morosely thinking of innocence lost, right?

Citizen What?

7 Feb

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I lived with my grandparents for a year while I was getting my master’s degree at The University of Utah.  I’m an old soul at heart and this arrangement suited me well.

My grandparents and I had a lot of fun that year.   I introduced my grandma to Meredith and McDreamy.  My grandpa almost fought a 90-year-old man on my behalf.  We decided to watch The Top 100 Movies of All Time together.

I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself, “I would much rather read about your grandpa’s almost-fight with a 90-year-old man right now than read about what movies you watched.”  Sorry. All I’ll say about the fight is it involved an organ.

Back to the movie list you didn’t want to hear about.

Watching The Top 100 Movies of All Time was a noble goal.  It would be so romantic!  “We’ll always have Paris!” Scarlett and Rhett!  Woody Allen! Think how cultured and great we would feel about ourselves when we finished!  Plus, hello, bragging rights.  “Yes, we’ve seen every movie on the list, no big deal.”

Buzzing with excitement,  I invited my friend Ashley to join us, my grandma ordered a pizza, and we all geared up for the first film on the list–Citizen Kane.

It couldn’t have gone worse.

Ashley fell asleep immediately.  My grandpa got angry and muttered “rosebud” under his breath over and over again. My grandma and I struggled to look alert and said things like, “Mmm.”  “Quite interesting.”  “Rather.”

We never finished Citizen Kane.  In fact, the Top 100 Movies of All Time list was dropped that night, never to be spoken of again.

I know as a film student I should probably sit here and tell you I was mistaken.  Citizen Kane is actually the best movie ever, in fact I watched it twice yesterday, no big deal.  But I simply don’t feel that way.

The real life story of Citizen Kane, though–the story of William Randolph Hearst?  I’m all about that.  I recently took a trip to Hearst Castle and it was magical.

I’d take visiting Hearst Castle over watching Citizen Kane every day of the week.

DSC_0523 DSC_0509 DSC_0488 DSC_0484 DSC_0500 DSC_0494 DSC_0501 DSC_0520If you are wondering why there aren’t any pictures of me at Hearst Castle, you should read this post.

The Worst Part About Traveling Alone

5 Feb

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A stranger took this picture for me.  Notice the arm placement.

The worst part about traveling alone is that awkward moment when you have to ask a stranger to take your picture.

You debate it for awhile.

“Do I really need a picture here?  The pictures I got of the trees are probably sufficient.”

Jill, you’re at Hearst castle.

“Yeah, but really there’s no one around.  That man looks really busy.”

He’s not busy.  Ask him.

When you finally gather your courage and ask for a picture, there’s inevitably something that needs to be changed. Your smile.  Where you are standing.  Your arm placement.  But it’s not like you’re going to ask the poor stranger to take another picture.  I can’t even imagine that conversation.

“Actually, that picture didn’t turn out like I had hoped, my arm placement is sort of weird.  Can we try that again like 10 more times until I’m satisfied?”

Maybe it’s time to settle for pictures of trees.

Instagram Attack

25 Jan

Chuck working his angles.  Hilary dancing it out.  Me eating…life as usual in Malibu.

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I’m Not A Photographer

20 Jan

Last week I was a pretend photographer, dragging my camera around Malibu and throwing out words like “aperture” and “ISO” without any real meaning behind them.  Luckily for me, Malibu is stunning with or without a working knowledge of shutter speed.

Also, that shapeless shadow picture? That’s the closest the world will ever get to seeing my famed beach outfit.   Oh my.

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