My best friend’s mom is a PT and by chance she heard me talking about my hip issues… she did a little impromptu PT and figured it out: it’s my hip ABD (hip abductor muscle) that’s bothering me. Prescription: ice, hip strengthening exercises, and NO RUNNING. 😦 agh. How ironic is it that because I was running, I can’t? La vie est foulle.
And that is an ugly van that just drove by my window. Speaking of, it’s a pretty gorgeous day.
A good day for the French to catpure 11 suspected pirates! Yay!
Does anyone else think it’s ridiculous how much media attention this dog is getting?
Bo, the Obamas’ Portugese water dog. From NYT. (The picture, not the dog.)
This was a startling headline to see: Afghan Women Attacked for Protesting Marriage Law (NYT).
Not so much surprising or startling as simple… indignation? Outrage? That sort of thing. Here:
“KABUL (AP) — Dozens of young women braved crowds of bearded men screaming ”dogs!” on Wednesday to protest an Afghan law that lets husbands demand sex from their wives. Some of the men picked up small stones and pelted the women. ”Slaves of the Christians!” chanted the 800 or so counter-demonstrators, a mix of men and women. A line of female police officers locked hands to keep the groups apart.
The warring protests highlight the explosive nature of the women’s rights debate in Afghanistan. Both sides are girding for battle over the legislation, which has sparked an international uproar since being quietly signed into law last month.
The law says a husband can demand sex with his wife every four days, unless she is ill or would be harmed by intercourse. It also regulates when and for what reasons a wife may leave her home without a male escort.”
Harrumph. And we like to think society has come so far.
(A few hours and about 100 pages later) Well. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy has me thinking on such heady subjects as The Ultimate Question, 42, and Who Is This God Person Anyway? Haha, such a great book/series. It’s been such a gorgeous day – I’ve spent it frolicking about outside in (newly made, thanks for the jeans J!) 80s cutoffs and a bright tank top, topped off with a white crochet fedora. And oh, [secretly] borrowing my mom’s SLR to snap a few of our cat, Pascal, who would absolutely love to be an outdoor kitty, but noo, he’d get squished on the road or get fleas or run off or get in a nasty catfight (haha…)
Speaking of fights… There was a fight – well, “fight” – at school today. Lunch. A few tables away. Merely a few wildly thrown fists and one student being dragged across the floor a little ways; nothing spectacular (none of them really are). Yet it managed to be the talk of the school for the rest of the day (all 2 hours of it). I don’t get it. In my free/mindless time in Bio after lunch, I pondered on how violence-centric society in general has become recently, starting off really with WWII and a resulting need [for us] to police the world. I know, allies and whatnot. …and I won’t pretend to be an expert on all the intricacies of war and alliances formed over the years… but from what I see, everyone’s just too caught up in the mindset of I’M RIGHT, SHUT UP OR WE’LL BLOW YOU AWAY.
Sigh. I guess there are some things that never change.
Jones Soda is good.
Pascal, mon chat. Il est un petit diable… mais il est crepu, donc c’est ca va.
Via The Sart.
Quite suddenly, I look at the clock and see I’m up too late on this… haven’t even spent that much time on it. Basically wrote the opinion stuff up there – which, if you haven’t noticed, has been at the start of the post as opposed to the end, where few people read (I think) – then went outside until dinnertime. After that came homework, after that came abs/weights, after that came shower, after that came… this. And yet, despite all the free time I’ve had today, I still have a list: clean the bathroom (because my brother never does), do a prelim sketch for that vintage look on the porch, study for Bio (low on the priority list, lol), find my camera warranty papers (eek!), get ready for bed, read, check up on the New Yorker (! love!), put away laundry, put together those outfits that’ve been juggling around in my head for a good… three minutes, haha, finish job applications, finally get around to drafting that pitch (! more later)… It goes on and on.
Were you surprised? I was surprised. Sort of. The vest in the upper right is from Target. ! We never get that stuff at our Target, though. Sigh. The troubles of living in the middle of nowhere… Anyway, I don’t think it’s really my style. Plus, so conformist. Even if it is cool. (WWD)
Cool DIY rope thing from Chictopian VintageBella.
Garance Dore in action. “What are your five key wardrobe pieces, things you wear constantly?
1. “High heels. When I can, I will always go for a pair of high heels. Instant chic.”
2. “Gloves. The perfect finishing touch for me, and they help me to keep my hands warm when I’m in the cold shooting.”
3. “Men’s pieces. From pants to shirts to jackets, I love to shop in my boyfriend’s wardrobe.”
4. “A white V-neck T-shirt. I usually buy them from the Gap. My most sexy item, and I love them even more when they get very old.”
5. “My watch. An old Rolex my mother gave me for my 18th birthday. What a good idea she had! I love it and have been wearing it every single day since then. Without it, I feel naked!””
For some reason, this list inspires me.
Copenhagen Street Style
I don’t even remember what season they are – spring? – but I love these elf-like Chloe shoes 🙂
From Karla’s Closet: