Not sure anyone actually kept up on this blog, but I'm now blogging at http://www.sachianageorgieva.com. And this time, I'm actually blogging pretty regularly! Go check me out. Thanks in advance.
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Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
People Watching At Audrey: The Way We Walk
One leg in front of the other is simple enough. It’s the different ways in which we all do it that captivates me. Here are a couple I saw today at Cafe Audrey:
The Pretty Girl – This girl’s walk commands your attention. You don’t want to look, but find yourself doing so anyway. She walks with grace, or attempted grace at the very least. She has a little bounce in her step. She lets her hips sway loosely, her hands right there with them. Her face is relaxed, her eyes usually focused straight ahead but her periphery vision usually alert. She knows that you’re looking and she wants to make sure she looks good when you are.
The “Pretty” Girl – She may or may not be attractive, but she seems to be certain that she is. She wants you to look and her runway walk down the street asks you to please, please, please do so.
The Shy Girl – She may or may not be attractive, but she seems to be certain that she is not. She walks by cautiously, not particularly wanting to be noticed. Yet somehow her humble walk begs to be noticed. She is a contradiction.
The Round Walk – Our bodies, it seems, make an adjustment in our walks to account for the extra weight we take on. I’ve noticed the extra round people walk extra round. They sway from side to side as they move forward, as if carrying their hips and legs with the upper half of their body. They walk their legs, their legs do not walk them.
The Tough Guy - His arms (sometimes muscular, most times not) are extended outward from his body, swinging deliberately with each step he takes. He walks in rhythmic strides as if listening to a rap or hip-hop song. He makes eye contact with people as they pass. He will acknowledge if a Pretty Girl walks his way. And if anyone happens to look at him the wrong way, well, you know what's up.
The Nice Guy - Every every everything about the way this guy walks suggests he is nonthreatening. He's polite and will smile at passing strangers if he happens to meet their gaze. His pace is brisk, but casual. His hands are in his pockets or very near to them as he saunters ahead.
The Cool Guy - He lives here and he likes it. He may only be going from Point A to Point B, but he is well aware of everything in between. This is his turf and his assured walk announces this fact to fellow streetwalkers.
The Man On A Mission – Hands slide briskly from side to side as if to propel him faster forward. This person may catch eyes with you in passing but quickly disappears somewhere in a haze. He has somewhere to be and something important to do and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get there soon. (I use this walk in large crowds even when I don’t have somewhere to be or something important to do, which tends to be, um, always. Mostly because I hate walking in large crowds. Getting through as quickly as possible with an air of “please don’t talk to me” seems like the most practical choice.)
The Tourist Walk – This walk is often in combination with the Round Walk. This person is always part of a duo or group, so it can be guaranteed that they will be moving slowly. Also known as mosey-ers, tourists don’t really know where they’re going so they take their time as they walk crookedly down the street. They look around at ev-er-y-thing, even things that aren't of notice or importance. Their eyes take it all in with lucid curiosity. Unless of course you catch them on the latter end of a day of touring when their eyes instead reflect the exhaustion of their body and brain.
The Hipster – Hipsters tend to walk nonchalantly, moving forward in the simplest, least conspicuous way. Their walk doesn’t have to announce anything about themselves because their appearance (attire + accessories + hair) already does.
The Boyfriend – He walks with purpose and with pride with his lady on his side (oh snap, didn’t even mean to rhyme that!). He tends to keep one hand on her lower back, protectively guiding her through. Otherwise his fingers are intertwined with hers or his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Regardless of the destination, his priority is her.
The Pretty Girl – This girl’s walk commands your attention. You don’t want to look, but find yourself doing so anyway. She walks with grace, or attempted grace at the very least. She has a little bounce in her step. She lets her hips sway loosely, her hands right there with them. Her face is relaxed, her eyes usually focused straight ahead but her periphery vision usually alert. She knows that you’re looking and she wants to make sure she looks good when you are.
The “Pretty” Girl – She may or may not be attractive, but she seems to be certain that she is. She wants you to look and her runway walk down the street asks you to please, please, please do so.
The Shy Girl – She may or may not be attractive, but she seems to be certain that she is not. She walks by cautiously, not particularly wanting to be noticed. Yet somehow her humble walk begs to be noticed. She is a contradiction.
The Round Walk – Our bodies, it seems, make an adjustment in our walks to account for the extra weight we take on. I’ve noticed the extra round people walk extra round. They sway from side to side as they move forward, as if carrying their hips and legs with the upper half of their body. They walk their legs, their legs do not walk them.
The Tough Guy - His arms (sometimes muscular, most times not) are extended outward from his body, swinging deliberately with each step he takes. He walks in rhythmic strides as if listening to a rap or hip-hop song. He makes eye contact with people as they pass. He will acknowledge if a Pretty Girl walks his way. And if anyone happens to look at him the wrong way, well, you know what's up.
The Nice Guy - Every every everything about the way this guy walks suggests he is nonthreatening. He's polite and will smile at passing strangers if he happens to meet their gaze. His pace is brisk, but casual. His hands are in his pockets or very near to them as he saunters ahead.
The Cool Guy - He lives here and he likes it. He may only be going from Point A to Point B, but he is well aware of everything in between. This is his turf and his assured walk announces this fact to fellow streetwalkers.
The Man On A Mission – Hands slide briskly from side to side as if to propel him faster forward. This person may catch eyes with you in passing but quickly disappears somewhere in a haze. He has somewhere to be and something important to do and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get there soon. (I use this walk in large crowds even when I don’t have somewhere to be or something important to do, which tends to be, um, always. Mostly because I hate walking in large crowds. Getting through as quickly as possible with an air of “please don’t talk to me” seems like the most practical choice.)
The Tourist Walk – This walk is often in combination with the Round Walk. This person is always part of a duo or group, so it can be guaranteed that they will be moving slowly. Also known as mosey-ers, tourists don’t really know where they’re going so they take their time as they walk crookedly down the street. They look around at ev-er-y-thing, even things that aren't of notice or importance. Their eyes take it all in with lucid curiosity. Unless of course you catch them on the latter end of a day of touring when their eyes instead reflect the exhaustion of their body and brain.
The Hipster – Hipsters tend to walk nonchalantly, moving forward in the simplest, least conspicuous way. Their walk doesn’t have to announce anything about themselves because their appearance (attire + accessories + hair) already does.
The Boyfriend – He walks with purpose and with pride with his lady on his side (oh snap, didn’t even mean to rhyme that!). He tends to keep one hand on her lower back, protectively guiding her through. Otherwise his fingers are intertwined with hers or his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Regardless of the destination, his priority is her.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Ah, Twitter
I joined Twitter a couple days ago. This, after months of being convinced that Twitter is retarded and self-indulgent and pretty much useless. Now that I'm part of it, I'm still not completely sold. My initial misgivings about Twitter may prove true. I'll give it a chance for a month or two. Time will tell.
Anyway, as if reading my mind, Jon Stewart devoted a segment to Twitter (and the ridiculousness of its growing pervasiveness) the following night:
Twitter's one of several interesting tech phenomena developed as of late that makes it easier for people to post (usually irrelevant) BS about themselves and what they're doing in their lives. I don't really care that you just uploaded your pictures. I don't care if your flight got delayed. I don't care what song you're listening to. I don't care what book you're reading...
On the other hand, I do. Or at least someone somewhere does. I think Twitter can be useful for people who actually have something to say, something to share with masses of people, something that people (for whatever reason) care about. So Twitter may not be good for me right now, but it might just be amazing once I have something to spread to the world - stories, videos, maybe even a noteworthy blog.
Plus it's pretty interesting to know firsthand how Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore are spending their days. Useless, but interesting.
Currently listening to:
the ticking clock in my kitchen, reminding me just how much time I'm wasting
Anyway, as if reading my mind, Jon Stewart devoted a segment to Twitter (and the ridiculousness of its growing pervasiveness) the following night:
Twitter's one of several interesting tech phenomena developed as of late that makes it easier for people to post (usually irrelevant) BS about themselves and what they're doing in their lives. I don't really care that you just uploaded your pictures. I don't care if your flight got delayed. I don't care what song you're listening to. I don't care what book you're reading...
On the other hand, I do. Or at least someone somewhere does. I think Twitter can be useful for people who actually have something to say, something to share with masses of people, something that people (for whatever reason) care about. So Twitter may not be good for me right now, but it might just be amazing once I have something to spread to the world - stories, videos, maybe even a noteworthy blog.
Plus it's pretty interesting to know firsthand how Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore are spending their days. Useless, but interesting.
Currently listening to:
the ticking clock in my kitchen, reminding me just how much time I'm wasting
I'm Back
I tried to tell you, I'm horrible at blogging. But here I am again, gonna try for the umpteenth time to make a routine out of this. Let's hope it sticks. Blogs to follow this week. That is a promise. Off to write now, mmkaybye.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sweet, I Got Rob Pattinson Under My Tree
Today, I was surprised by a Facebook notification informing me that my friend Lindsay just placed a gift underneath my Christmas tree. A gift? For me? How splendid. I didn't even know I had a Christmas tree. I was prompted to [Click here to see it!] Well, OK, if you insist. A few clicks later, I had installed the My Christmas Tree application, which allows Facebook friends to exchange virtual gifts with one another. It's kinda perfect for me right now actually, being that I have little to no money to spend on real gifts for my nearest and dearest. Given the current state of the economy, I'm guessing others can commiserate.
Next step on the way to retrieving my gift: unwrapping. Forreal. Even better than giving people virtual gifts, you can virtually wrap them. The sender may choose for the gift only to be opened on Christmas, a specific day before Christmas, or whenever the recipient chooses. Thankfully Linds left the option open to me. I considered waiting until closer to Christmas to unwrap my gift, but couldn't help myself. I mean, who am I kidding? Self-restraint is not my strong suit. (Actually, this isn't entirely true. I am quite good with restraint, just not when it comes to presents.) Much to my pleasure, upon "unwrapping" my gift, I found the pretty face of Rob Pattinson as Edward Cullen staring back at me. To be precise, she gave me a virtual date with a vampire, something I could only dream of receiving in reality. Thank you, Lindsay. Thank you very much indeed. It's funny how technology can be so silly yet somehow still so satisfying. In return, she will receive from me a virtual date with Johnny Depp wrapped in a royal blue box with a white ribbon. You're welcome. Ah, the gift of virtual giving.
*****
Currently listening to:
Fearless by Taylor Swift ("Hey Stephen" and "Breathe" the most)
Circus by Britney Spears
"Les Femmes" by Yelle
"Love Game" by Lady Gaga
"Single Ladies" by Beyonce (always hilarious now thanks to this skit)
"Can't Believe It (Remix)" by T-Pain feat. Justin Timberlake
Oh, Hello
See, I tried to warn you. Awful, awful, absolutely terribly awful at keeping up with a blog. But I'm back now, or at least I will try to be. I've been distracted by life lately and haven't written about it nearly as much as I should. I can't figure out how personal I actually want this blog to be, or if I'll keep it strictly on-the-surface, pop culture and all that shiz. Personal stuff tends to be the best, the juiciest, the meatiest. And I have quite a bit in this arena these days. BUT it also happens to be significantly tougher to write about. Hmm, decisions.
More to come from me, I promise. Later. I promise.
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