My younger brother by two years, Mr. William Rodney Pruett, has agreed to be a guest columnist on blogalicious. I imagine it is exciting for all of us since, if you’re reading this, you probably know him. He will provide insights into the world through the Pruett male sense of humor and morality. He’s currently a banker, and going to get an MBA this fall. The world of high paying execs, investments and even money(!) is foreign to me, so I suspect Will’s perspective on the whole process of becoming a world banking leader or investment guru (I just made those terms up) will be quite interesting. I’ve looked at a few MBA blogs, and frankly, they all suck. There’s something a bit...off about most of those people. But not Will! He’s friendly, reflective and funny. I can’t wait to read his MBA chronicles. But just in case you go to blogalicious and can’t tell the difference between us, I urge you to consult the following lists:
Will
Married, has baby
Clear sense of life purpose
Makes money
Fluent in three languages
Going to fancy business school
Lee
Single, has cat
Vague sense of life options
Has enough money to pay parking meter
Fluent in the language of love!
Once crashed a (different) fancy business school picnic
Friday, February 17, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
V.I. updates
1. The wedding book is officially off the ground, and so I have an interesting piece of information to report (from all of my “researching”): the placement of the wedding ring on the left hand fourth finger dates back to Roman times, when it was thought to be the finger in direct line to the heart. Fascinating, I know.
2. I’m usually not one to revel in these sorts of things, but look at what I came home to!
That is indeed heart shaped polenta.
2. I’m usually not one to revel in these sorts of things, but look at what I came home to!
That is indeed heart shaped polenta.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
digital macro
My digital camera disappeared somewhere between Dallas/Ft. Worth and Brazil. I cried when I realized it was gone because I loved it so! At first I thought that maybe I should try to replace it with the exact same one. After looking for my beloved on the web, I figured out that it’s not sold anymore, so I was forced to choose a replacement. This is the best decision fate ever made for me, because I love and understand my new digital camera even more! I can now successfully navigate the digital macro function and it is so incredibly exciting. Here are some photos I took.
My earring on the table next to my bed.
Part of a flower (pistil, stamen?).
My earring on the table next to my bed.
Part of a flower (pistil, stamen?).
Monday, February 06, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
roaring fire of love
I have many pokers in the fire right now, and thus not as much blogging time, which makes me sad. But hopefully, I can meld my pokers together and incorporate parts of them into the others, thus making a mega-poker of awesomeness (aka more blogging about the other pokers).
Poker 1: Junior college statistics. While this may seem odd to those who have been let in to my totally mind-blowing mathematical abilities, it is in fact happening. For reasons unbeknownst to me (oh yes, wait, the reasons were: totally boring subject), I have never taken statistics. So in order to join the world of those who can read stem and leaf diagrams, I enrolled at the local JC. It’s sort of fun and admittedly all new to me, but sort of bad for the worst parts of me (ego) because I am definitively the best student and I’ve begun staging “games” for each test (we have one a week). On the first test I got 100%, so the next week I decided to be the first one finished. This was disastrous as I wrote down a wrong number from my calculator and got a 95%. So this week, I decided to be the first one finished and get 100%, which I can, with high probability, say I did. In some ways, though, I see this obvious gloating as a way to regain some of the confidence lost in the trenches of the cold, hard U of C. Whatever purpose it serves, it takes up five hours of my life every week in class time and more in homework time, thus seriously cutting into other endeavors, like writing a wedding book.
Poker 2: Writing a wedding book. I’ve been sort of thinking about/planning my hypothetical wedding for a while now, and can say that there is no wedding book out there that appeals to me (an introspective, educated, relatively older urban woman attuned to the irony of such a celebration as it currently stands through my aesthetic of post-modernity). My wedding book, as I conceive of it, is inspired by the DIY movement and I think I have a lot of good ideas. It’s part informative/part ideas/part self-reflection. I find it extremely odd that no wedding planning books mention tradition and meaning and focus instead on how to fit limo service into a budget. Granted, maybe the people who I’m writing my book for would never buy a wedding book to begin with, but that’s sort of a mute point.
Poker 3: The arrival of a very special companion who will undoubtedly want to play many board games and talk late into the night.
Poker 1: Junior college statistics. While this may seem odd to those who have been let in to my totally mind-blowing mathematical abilities, it is in fact happening. For reasons unbeknownst to me (oh yes, wait, the reasons were: totally boring subject), I have never taken statistics. So in order to join the world of those who can read stem and leaf diagrams, I enrolled at the local JC. It’s sort of fun and admittedly all new to me, but sort of bad for the worst parts of me (ego) because I am definitively the best student and I’ve begun staging “games” for each test (we have one a week). On the first test I got 100%, so the next week I decided to be the first one finished. This was disastrous as I wrote down a wrong number from my calculator and got a 95%. So this week, I decided to be the first one finished and get 100%, which I can, with high probability, say I did. In some ways, though, I see this obvious gloating as a way to regain some of the confidence lost in the trenches of the cold, hard U of C. Whatever purpose it serves, it takes up five hours of my life every week in class time and more in homework time, thus seriously cutting into other endeavors, like writing a wedding book.
Poker 2: Writing a wedding book. I’ve been sort of thinking about/planning my hypothetical wedding for a while now, and can say that there is no wedding book out there that appeals to me (an introspective, educated, relatively older urban woman attuned to the irony of such a celebration as it currently stands through my aesthetic of post-modernity). My wedding book, as I conceive of it, is inspired by the DIY movement and I think I have a lot of good ideas. It’s part informative/part ideas/part self-reflection. I find it extremely odd that no wedding planning books mention tradition and meaning and focus instead on how to fit limo service into a budget. Granted, maybe the people who I’m writing my book for would never buy a wedding book to begin with, but that’s sort of a mute point.
Poker 3: The arrival of a very special companion who will undoubtedly want to play many board games and talk late into the night.
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