I really do think about non-wedding-related things. a lot of the time, actually. the other night I went to turn mu’s lights off so he could go to sleep; he was already zonked out at the top of his climbing branch, with his arms hanging down. if you can imagine a lizard in a hammock, that’s about what it looked like. he was so adorable! I wish I had taken a picture…
o the joys of compiling an invitation list for wedding announcements. I may have been slightly off in my estimates. I know that really, what I should have done was make the lists first and then order; but because of a variety of things…that didn’t happen. so here are my excuses:
1. I was very picky about which invitations, and took a long time to choose
2. the ones we want are custom-made and therefore take longer to make
3. everyone I talked to said they got about 250 invitations and had extras
4. we’re from the same home stake and most our friends are mutual
however, I was wrong. there’s going to be a lot of trimming. I had previously made an invitation list of family, family friends, people from fairfield, and my friends that included overlap to the list I knew jarom would be making. this totaled 185 people. I can cut it down to 160. today jarom’s mom gave me her list of people from the stake to add; there were 27 that I didn’t already have. now I am supposed to be getting all of the hillery and harrington families, family friends, and jarom’s korean buddies.
I wonder if I should talk to the woman who’s making our invitations? maybe she can still make some more…like 50 more…otherwise I’ll have to get out the red pen and eliminate people. fewer people means fewer presents. isn’t that materialistic of me?
I know I’m not alone in wondering about the weather in provo lately. last week, sunday was gorgeous; monday was a blizzard. the snow melted by wednesday and thursday was beautiful; several inches of snow on friday. and here we are again in the same cycle. every time it gets to be nice and sunny I think, maybe it’s getting to be spring. we can give up on wearing coats, gloves, and scarves. life will be fantastic and we can go back to walking on sunshine. (ooh did I get the song stuck in your head? I tried.)
ok, so life is fantastic regardless, but I am not in the mood for winter anymore. sometimes it’s great…those are usually the times when I’m staying somewhere with a fireplace, and I don’t have to drive anywhere, and I’ve got nothing to do so I can stay at home watching movies all day. ahh. at any rate, I am crossing my fingers that tomorrow will be snow-free.
in 2 months I will be back in my lovely california! huzzah!
Because No Contest was assigned reading for my Social Problems class, I read it differently than I would have if I just picked it up. We were required to write a 3-5 page essay discussing a specific aspect of the book or a general thesis of Kohn’s that we would then agree or disagree with. This meant that I was looking for something to babble on about – but something I could babble interestedly about.
Part of what Kohn says is that competitive sports and games are actually less fun than non-competitive sports and games, and the reason is that all motivation becomes extrinsic. You play to win. In cooperative games, the point of playing is the pleasure of playing – not a reward at the end. I thought this was Kohn’s most well-supported claim, and the most interesting one. Some of the other chapters were cluttered and overly academic, which made them hard to get through. But I think the book is worth taking a look at.
Supposedly I read this in high school. What I mean by that is that I have a vague recollection of borrowing the book from a friend and reading it for an English class. The only thing I really remembered from the book was something about a circus – and, since that occurs within the first 25 pages, I doubt I read much beyond that.
But we read it for my Intro to Sociology class to take a look at the changing class makeup of England during the Industrial Revolution. I liked that we used the book to understand the social effects of industrialization, and it was worked nicely into our lecture material. What’s more, I found Dickens to be a very amusing author; I couldn’t understand why my classmates complained that the book was boring – they must have missed all the humor. Now I’ve bought a copy of Oliver Twist in hopes that it will be just as good.