Thursday, July 7, 2011

Reading Nooks

One thing I've finally had time to do again this summer (along with getting adequate amounts of sleep!) is reading for fun. Really I needn't even add "for fun," because I usually don't even do "required" reading during the school year. Almost as important as choosing a book to read is choosing a place to read. I have found several good locations, and it is my aim to briefly glance at all of them here. Some (namely those that are particularly awesome and accessible to the public) will get their very own posts in the future.

The balconies:
I have two: a sunny southeast-facing one and a shady nortwest-facing one. The sunny one has a hammock and is great for mornings or cool days. Sometimes I pretend to tan while I'm reading back there, but I don't think it really works. The shady one is perfect for afternoons, evenings, or warm mornings. On warm afternoons, I don't go outside unless I'm working. It can get pretty brutally humid and gross out there.

The kitchen table:
It's the perfect place for morning Bible-reading. I can eat at the same time, and it's not so comfy that I risk dozing off. The next reading place is the exact opposite.

The circle chair:
My good friend the circle chair has followed me from place to place since my freshman year. Anyone who has ever sat in it knows how amazing it is. I can curl up in a dozen different ways with a book and a drink and spend happy hours on a day off.

The sofa:
The sofa is only a short distance from the circle chair, but it has a few advantages over the dear old chair. It's next to a light for greater evening visibility and allows me to completely sprawl out after a long day of work.

Buy the Book:
I found out about this place by happy accident. I was discussing my plans to read Dune with someone at fighter practice, and she said that I would want to buy it and that a little used book store called Buy the Book would be the best place in the area to get it for cheap. Not only did I find a cheap copy of Dune (permeated by that wonderful old book smell, no less), but I also found a bright, clean little coffee shop within walking distance of my apartment. This place will definitely be getting its own post.


Purdue's HSSE Library:
I haven't tried doing any leisurely reading here yet, but I know it's good for low-key school reading. I go there when it's too cold to be outside and I don't need to be super serious about getting to work. They have lots of comfy chairs and some tables, but it's usually pretty full. Quiet, but full. If you do find an empty chair ring or table, you can count on being joined by a stranger at some point. You can also count of them to be silent and pick a chair at the appropriately courteous distance.

Purdue's Hicks Library:
The undergrad library is underground. It opens earlier than the rest of the libraries, so if I need to get work done before a 7:30 or 8:30 class, that's where I go. Like HSSE, it's quiet, but it has more space and therefore less crowding. It's also a bit more dreary and less comfortable which somehow makes me more productive. It is worth noting that this may be the absolute worst place to study during dead week and finals week. It becomes packed and noisy.

The Union at Purdue:
The Union is much like HSSE, but better for rainy days. It also doesn't have books and computers like HSSE, but I usually have everything I need. It does have the advantage of being above campus' non-dorm food central. When it's lousy outside, it's nice to stop by the Starbucks in the basement and pick a comfy old chair next to one of the tall old windows. It's particularly quiet since approximately half of the sofas and chairs are occupied by sleeping students between 8:00 am and 5:00 pm.

The Krannert Lobby at Purdue:
If you want to get down to business and defeat the Huns, you go to the Krannert lobby. With an abundance of comfy but not too comfy chairs with moveable tabletops and tables perfect for group meetings, I can always count on being more productive here than most other places. Maybe it's the business-like atmosphere of the school of management, or maybe it's just the well picked and placed furniture.

The Hort Gardens:
I can't really count on getting anything at all done once I sit down out there, but for a relaxing afternoon of reading and nature-watching, it can't be beat. The surrounding beautiful plants and intriguing wildlife, the periodical passing of a friend or professor, and the quaint view of the old glass and brick headhouse make the hort gardens glorious at any time of year.

Tippecanoe County Public Library:
So far I've only walked in to look for a periodical (which they didn't have, as I expected), but it had the air of a place I'd like to be. I'll have to give it a more thorough review after I've actually spent some time there. It has sort of an aged feel, but not ancient or anything. Just well-loved and well-worn.

West Lafayette Public Library:
Like the Tippecanoe County Public Library, I've only been inside once looking for the same periodical. But I've seen it many times, and have always liked the look of it. If you saw it, I'm sure you would agree. It's a newer building that makes no efforts to fake age and venerability, but there are subtle hints that show its respect for the past. The decorative tiling looks to be inspired by historically significant tiling on an old bank a few black away (on a fuller review of the place I'll give more detail) and the font used on the website and elsewhere has ties to Frank Lloyd Wright's Samara House a few miles away. I'm sure there are even more little nuances like this that I'm missing, and I'd love to be privy to them.


I look forward to continuing to discover books to read and places to read them for the remainder of the summer. I've still got four or five weeks left, and what's to stop me from continuing to explore once school starts back up? Spending the summer here has helped me learn what the Lafayette-West Lafayette area is about: community. Especially downtown Lafayette and the West Lafayette neighborhoods north of campus. I'm sort of looking forward to being a local for the next handful of years, and I no longer wonder what on earth I'll do with myself between graduation and leaving this area. It feels more and more home-like all the time. Having multiple home places is a mixed blessing, but that's another post for another time.


Also note the background change corresponding to book-reading season. Here's a picture for future reference:

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Finally Some Apartment Pictures

It's another Thursday, and so another free day. I've already cleaned and whatnot, so now I get to finally upload some pictures. Later I'll mail some long-delayed letters and paperwork and head to the local libraries and a little used bookstore to look for Dune. I may add another post for those adventures if they prove noteworthy. Our tour will begin outside...

Here's the building.
the door inside


Up the stairs...
It's my door, Apt. 6.
As we enter, the first room is the kitchen.
Here's my awesome fridge.
The dining table with a slowly dying
Margot.
A sliding door leads to the
sunny balcony.



But first we stop to see my
little makeshift terrarium of
new plant friends.

My hammock gets to be loved again!
Here's all but one of my full-
grown, not-dying plant friends.
From this balcony you can also
see some chairs on pavers
arranged like an awkward sea
turtle without back legs.
If you turn right coming
through the front door, you
see the living room.
A better view of said living room.
This is an extremely comfy sofa. You can't
see it in the picture, but above the sofa
are some pictures of artifacts and ruins.
End table #1 houses Nigel, the
armadillo, the little squishy pig
thing, and some other friends.
End table #2 has some writing
utensils, a lamp, and my
favorite of my sculptures.
The center table is decked
out in cribbage, coasters, and
a happy-smelling candle.
Across from the sofa is Elaine, my
circle chair, and the leasee's huge TV.
Off of the living room is the shady
balcony. It just has a chair.
As you can see, it was rather windy
this morning.
Past the living room is my bedroom.
Storage area with rapier stuff, music
stuff, art stuff, books, and miscellany.
The bedside table has earrings, another
happy-smelling candle, and various
other things.
As usual, my clothes are
arranged chromatically.
Yoda watches over Harold,
Millie Mae Maude, and I as
we sleep.
The creepery mirror and shelf used to
hang on the wall, but they fell. I still
need to fix the mirror frame.
The last room is the bathroom. It's not
very exciting. The shower is out of the
picture.
The nicely organized sink doesn't stay
nicely organized for long.

That's it. I didn't post every single detail of the interior, as that would have been a little tedious, but this is a pretty thorough overview of my summer dwelling. I'm loving living on my own. After these months, I'm not going to be looking forward to going back to the dorms. I'm excited about eventually having my own place long-term. There are so many thing I'd love to do that just aren't practical right now, like more extensive decorating and growing my own herbs and vegetables. I guess I'll just have to wait another year or two. With as quickly as college is flying by, that won't be long at all.

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Free Day #2

Today my accomplishments included dressing cute to go grocery shopping, making homemade granola, starting plant cuttings of eight plants, oiling and polishing my sword, and finishing my first SCA garb skirt. I highly doubt that this exact to-do list has ever been assembled before. I also did normal things like sweeping, vacuuming, and laundry, and later I'll do normal things like exercise and watch a movie. But I'll be doing as much of that as possible in my SCA garb of a full skirt, makeshift chemise, and borrowed bodice. That's unusual.

Update: it is now later, and I have made a normal dinner, cleaned up like a tidy girl, and sat down with a bag of popcorn and the newer version of the movie of "Pride and Prejudice" to wait for Josh to get home and skype. All in all a good day.

As you may have noticed (I'm not sure who "you" even is at this point, if they exist), I changed my blog background again. I'm rather fond of this whole new realm of font options. I'm just waiting for the day when uploading your own background actually works. But that doesn't matter much if I can't salvage my thousands of pictures that I lost when I destroyed my hard-drive not too long ago. This theme is a summery one, because it's becoming summery outside. Yes, it's going to be less than 50 Fahrenheit when I go to work in the morning, but it will be 90 on Sunday. But I digress and ramble. Hopefully within the next few weeks I'll have interesting things to say about my first real SCA event, my brother's graduation, and work, along with posting some of the many reviews I've started. Who knows? I may even finally get around to taking good pictures of my summer apartment and posting them.

Current view of blog for future reference:

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Why do I like storms?

I'm currently sitting in the stairwell of my apartment building looking up granola recipes and waiting for our fourth or fifth tornado warning of the day to pass. And with the way things have been going since 9:00, as soon as 11:00 (the current end time for the warning) approaches the warning will be renewed. It certainly is fierce out there.

Today I got to thinking about why I like storms. I think it's similar to why I like heights and various other things. I've become convinced that I like storms because I'm secretly afraid of them. Just afraid enough to get my adrenaline pumping, but not afraid enough to have me cowering in a corner. I'm an adrenaline junkie when it comes to physical danger. There is something in me that craves the twinge of fear and hungers after the thrill of pushing it aside because the exhilaration brings a certain joy and simply because I can.

But it's not just the smidgen of fear that makes storms so great; their terrible power adds a whole new level of beauty. Heights are fear-inducing because you might fall, but it's not as if the height is trying to hurl you against the earth (usually). A storm, however is not just a passive possibility. It is very much alive and very much angry. Such as display of power, with breath-taking rush of wind, heart-stopping crash of thunder, eye-dazzling bursts of lightning, and ear-filling frenzy of rain, inspires a captivating awe. I just can't turn away. And so I sit and watch and listen in exhilaration until I fall asleep or am called by responsibility or - if I'm lucky - the storm runs its course. Because I'm just enough nervous to be all the more excited and happily overwhelmed.

P.S.: Observe also that I have once again changed my background.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

I bet Mr. Dodson is secretly a linguist.

We all know well the words of the poet Dodson:*
He's climbin' in yo window.
He's snatchin' yo people up.
He's tryin' to rape 'em
So y'all need to hide yo kids, hide yo wife
Hide yo kids, hide yo wife
Hide yo kids, hide to wife
And hide yo husband, too
Cuz he's rapin' errybody our here.
I was thinking about this song the other day when I noticed something intriguing about Mr. Dodson's choice of words in the phrase "snatchin' yo people up." You see, the word "rape" comes from a Latin word meaning "to catch up or carry off." As you can see, the lyrics to the song demonstrate a clear understanding of the etymology of the word "rape", thereby suggesting that Antoine Dodson is secretly a linguist.

*If, perchance, you don't know about Mr. Antoine Dodson, I refer you to these two videos. First: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EzNhaLUT520  Second: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMtZfW2z9dw.