He is so good to me.
(Thanks to my old and great friend Meikel. The shoot was a dream and these pictures are a genius.)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Anniversary for realz.
So. James and I have been dating for an entire year (this actually happened early yesterday morning: we started dating like we start other important things, with a late-night conversation). I, for one, can not believe that this is a real thing, but am very happy that it is.
He is so good to me.
Plus hilarious.
Plus nice.
Also adorable.
Happy one year! (And to many many more!)
(Thanks to my old and great friend Meikel. The shoot was a dream and these pictures are a genius.)
He is so good to me.
(Thanks to my old and great friend Meikel. The shoot was a dream and these pictures are a genius.)
Friday, June 24, 2011
Super 8
#1: Why have Spielberg and JJ Abrams never yet worked together? Match made in heaven. Particularly for a friendly summertimey alien flick.
#2: I didn't realized that Spielbergian was a thing. But it totally is. Low, wide shots of kids on bikes at dusk. Dads alienated from their sons. Entirely. And it's not bad--like some parts of this movie feel really familiar, and in another teams' hands I would call it predictable, but here it just feels stylized and comfortable.
#3: I loved it as an ode to filmmaking.
I dunno. I say yes.
#2: I didn't realized that Spielbergian was a thing. But it totally is. Low, wide shots of kids on bikes at dusk. Dads alienated from their sons. Entirely. And it's not bad--like some parts of this movie feel really familiar, and in another teams' hands I would call it predictable, but here it just feels stylized and comfortable.
#3: I loved it as an ode to filmmaking.
I dunno. I say yes.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
On Father's Day
In wedding planning I've had this feeling of being vaguely thwarted. I have these great visions in my head--all of the things I want to do and how I want things to look and feel, but I keep being surprised at how little time, energy, and resources I have. I mean, part of it is that my sisters and close friends are all pregnant and/or moving, that we only have a couple of months (6 weeks!) etc., but I also felt vaguely aware of a lack, some support I kept reaching for but wasn't where I expected it to be. And I realized today that this is what missing my dad feels like.
Because if you need a really funky cool venue in Salt Lake, you would call Dennis. Or if you need someone who can spend an inordinate amount of time or money, like, building a fountain or renting folding chairs without worrying you about it you could call Dennis. Or if you need someone to put together a luncheon with thought mostly to tastefulness with an appropriate spritz of heart-felt emotion, or you need 200 extra man hours, or you're wondering what flowers match, or you need some good samba, or someone to bounce ideas off of to make sure you're living up to the Evans family standard of good taste and good parties, or just to be pleasantly surprised by an extra dozen paperwhites, you could call Dennis.
I don't know if this paean will translate to other families. Because I'm sure everyone loves and misses their dads in their own ways, and maybe this sounds trite or utilitarian...but. This is what Dennis does and did. This is me beginning to realize and appreciate how a gruff old curmudgeon showed me he loved me. And how much who I am depended on him.
Happy Father's Day. I miss you. ke
[I want to say, too, that I'm super grateful for all the help that everyone has offered and provided. And also that I keep referring to taste--this is subjective, of course, but the things is, Dennis defined my tastes almost exclusively so any stylistic thing he did was in perfectly good taste? If that makes sense? A subject for another post.]
Because if you need a really funky cool venue in Salt Lake, you would call Dennis. Or if you need someone who can spend an inordinate amount of time or money, like, building a fountain or renting folding chairs without worrying you about it you could call Dennis. Or if you need someone to put together a luncheon with thought mostly to tastefulness with an appropriate spritz of heart-felt emotion, or you need 200 extra man hours, or you're wondering what flowers match, or you need some good samba, or someone to bounce ideas off of to make sure you're living up to the Evans family standard of good taste and good parties, or just to be pleasantly surprised by an extra dozen paperwhites, you could call Dennis.
I don't know if this paean will translate to other families. Because I'm sure everyone loves and misses their dads in their own ways, and maybe this sounds trite or utilitarian...but. This is what Dennis does and did. This is me beginning to realize and appreciate how a gruff old curmudgeon showed me he loved me. And how much who I am depended on him.
Happy Father's Day. I miss you. ke
[I want to say, too, that I'm super grateful for all the help that everyone has offered and provided. And also that I keep referring to taste--this is subjective, of course, but the things is, Dennis defined my tastes almost exclusively so any stylistic thing he did was in perfectly good taste? If that makes sense? A subject for another post.]
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Round up:
Hello my lovely readers:
If you are interested in getting an invitation and have not sent me your address yet, please do (it's going to be pretty adorable). Email me at kjerstinm at gmail.
Love you guys. (I might post again some time....)
ke
If you are interested in getting an invitation and have not sent me your address yet, please do (it's going to be pretty adorable). Email me at kjerstinm at gmail.
Love you guys. (I might post again some time....)
ke
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Even if I'm not talking about wedding things, I'm thinking about them.
So. This couple of weeks might be the best and most formative of my entire life. Details as they solidify, but I've been only just overcoming the urge to pinch myself often and hard.
And wedding plans are in motion. I have a place, a dress, a date; invites, flowers, and food are in the works; I printed out a couple of calendars for to keep track of the appointments, showers, parties that are planned more and less tentatively. I feel like it's been a great productive week. And James and I are surviving the constant rumble of wedding noise--we're heading out to California this weekend to celebrate one of his best friends' weddings (Armenian style. Vai I'm so excited.)
And I keep having these great conversations with friends. A great week.
And wedding plans are in motion. I have a place, a dress, a date; invites, flowers, and food are in the works; I printed out a couple of calendars for to keep track of the appointments, showers, parties that are planned more and less tentatively. I feel like it's been a great productive week. And James and I are surviving the constant rumble of wedding noise--we're heading out to California this weekend to celebrate one of his best friends' weddings (Armenian style. Vai I'm so excited.)
And I keep having these great conversations with friends. A great week.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Best of the Week(s in the last several years)
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