Thoughts on Style or I Wear Sweats to Work

At some point in all of us non-glasses- wearers' lives, we wished we needed glasses. Just cause it'd be cool to get to wear them like, once a week for fun. However, something about the social stigma of showing up at school with glasses that everyone knew we didn't reeeeeally need kept us sane. Unfortunately, at some point in the last 3 years, we collectively gave up on this as a society and now not only do people wear glasses they don't need, but the bigger more hideous looking the better.

Nobody looks back at high school yearbook pictures of cats in the 80's and thinks, "Damn those glasses looked good... My dad's old pair are around here somewhere, now if only I could just pop a set of fake plastic lenses in, I'm set!"
They are a scandal waiting to happen AGAIN. Except this time we can't even blame it on an era, or more importantly fallback on necessity, it's just mass lameness.

The confusion here has been percolating for about 3 years on this one but when I don't have anything else to talk about, these things come out. Maybe the usual influx of hours upon hours of free time in Europe brought it on - I have insane amounts of time to peruse style blogs and feel intermittently inspired, but also about 99% more inclined to want to buy things, and at least 50% uglier.

Style blogs are the new black. I mean, they're the new fashion magazines. Except now regular people have no excuse that these are just models whose job it is to look good. Instead, style bloggers are regular people who just look that good everyday. Or don't look that good... or are just really vain but we won't talk about that. (Although, I guess to post pictures of what you look like everyday for people to comment on - aka tell you how good you look - has to involve vanity on some level. Kinda like the whole "If a tree falls in a forest and there's nobody there to hear it..." thing, does a style blog really exist if there's nobody there to comment on the outfit to tell you how good you look?)

Regardless, at the end of the day these people aren't wearing mismatched socks, an ASU volleyball alumni t-shirt and basketball shorts so I can't really hate. Even though I sound like I am.
For a second there I contemplated starting a 2nd blog called "I Wear Sweats To Work" inspired by that lifestyle. It would contain features along the lines of "Today I wasn't feeling very inspired about my outfit for practice but then I realized nobody gives a crap. I threw on a headband, changed my shoelace and I'm loving the unexpected pops of color".
Ultimately, I decided even I wouldn't want to waste minutes of my life looking at that, so it's been killed.

Also, having read that I'm contemplating killing this blog... thoughts?

I Got the Game Spittin "At Last" Like Etta James

You might be surprised to know Mike Tyson cares about animals. You also might be surprised to know Mike Tyson cares about nuclear war.

While flipping through Sports Illi the other day, I came upon an ad for Mike Tyson's new show on Animal Planet... I guess the ad's purpose was to inform me of the "human" side of Mike Tyson that I might be surprised by.
First off, Mike Tyson has a show on Animal Planet. About pigeon racing. If this isn't a sign of the apocalypse I don't know what is. Second, I should probably watch the show at least once before spittin more hate.
But actually, all I could think while reading about all the other things I might be surprised Mike Tyson cares about is that I wasn't surprised at all. Doesn't everyone care about nuclear war on some level? Don't most people at least sort of pretend to care about animals? I really wish I could remember what the other 3 things he cared about are.

I might've been surprised if it said Mike Tyson cares about the feel of crushed velvet against his right bicep, or Mike Tyson cares about groundwater pollution or Mike Tyson cares about keeping his toenails trimmed. Something. But not nuclear war. Or puppies. I wasted 30 seconds of my life thinking about it, and the last 30 seconds of yours by your having read that... So I'm not too sure where I was going with that but I just felt like somebody needed to know. We all lose.

Speaking of nuclear issues though, the whole tsunami fiasco in Japan has been crazy scary both because 1) You might be surprised to know I care about natural disasters, and 2) You might be surprised to know I live in the same town as Hungary's only nuclear power plant. Real talk.
Now obviously no rogue waves are hitting this place anytime soon/ever but the other day I was sitting chillin in my living room when this crazy WWII-era air raid siren starts going off outside (seriously, YouTube air raid siren and prepare to have the crap scared out of you).
After narrowly avoiding peeing my pants I managed to pull myself together to look outside and seriously expected to see people frantically running through the streets tryin to get the eff outta Dodge (all of these people would be on foot because this is like in the movies where everyone runs out of gas 200m into the exodus).
 
Instead, the streets were empty and the siren just kept going off all high and eerie for like, 5 minutes before stopping like nothing happened. No announcement in unintelligible Hungarian that I wouldn't have been able to understand anyway. Nothing. Like they were just dusting off the ol' siren for old times' sake. I may or may not have been absolutely effing terrified.
So that's where that story ends unless I notice a 3rd arm sprouting any day now.

What does this have to do with anything and where is this going...? Maybe these are questions you might be surprised to find yourself thinking right now.

I know. Reading any of these rambling incoherent responses to the world around me never evokes that response...
But the people have spoken. They tell me they want more posts.
Unfortunately, seeing as how I can only pretend my life is somewhat exciting approx. 2 times per month, we're now forced to buckle down to look at the nitty gritty of my day-to-day. This isn't gonna be good for anyone, but in an effort to avoid turning this site into some kind of emo blog nonsense, Mike Tyson Sports Illustrated ad analyses it is.  I'm sorry & you're welcome.

Styles Manifest From Key West to Budapest

After a long and seemingly arbitrary 3 week break between the regular season and the playoffs, my team finally began quarter final play this week. After a disastrous showing against the 2nd (3rd?) place team on Tuesday, we redeemed ourselves tonight to win in 4 and send the series to a decisive 3rd game on Saturday.

As I mentioned, Tuesday's game was an abomination so midway through our getting smashed like an Idaho potato, I decided to just go for style points and take myself back to a happier time and place. Forget volleyball. My mom will bear witness- my first love was hoops. More specifically, Jordan. It may not be a way to earn friends/decent blocking stats/a fruitful career in this sport but forget all that. Sometimes you just wanna be like Mike. Somebody photoshop some ill early 90s attire on me  and we're practically the same person. 

 

Anyways.

Word on the street is my club hasn't upset this team since 1985– aka the year before I was even born. Also, apparently if we don't finish at least top 4 in the league we have no sponsor for next year... so no pressure there either. Fortunately, as mentioned, I managed to stay in character as a supposed player of this sport for more than 15 minutes today and we pulled off the dub. So throw some prayers up for us to take care of bidnass in 48 hours.


And seriously, where can I get me some of those pants?