i know these things happen because twitter and tumblr had pretty pictures
What I just finished reading:
norse mythology, which was entertaining and vaguely educational, altho thanks to the mcu i kept picturing the greater hemsworth as thor, rather than some giant red-bearded dude.
What I am reading now:
engines of the broken world, by jason vanhee, which i just started and is weird and vaguely creepy so far. i read the last page so i know how it ends, but i don't know how it gets there. should be good. and vaguely creepy.
What I'm going to read next:
not a clue! i found an article of books ambassadors would recommend before you visit their country, so maybe one of those.
so monday was the met gala (which i didn't realize was a fundraiser for the metropolitan museum, because it never occurred to me that it might exist for a reason besides "wear something couture and crazy"), and this year's theme was heavenly bodies: fashion and the catholic imagination, aka "famous people dress up in vaguely catholic-inspired clothes". it was a little nuts. i mean, rihanna came as the pope. zendaya came as joan of arc. blake lively came as the empress. letitia wright paid tribute to ethiopian pastors. katy perry came as an angel. lana del rey came as a tiny crowd of seraphim, cara delevigne was a confessional, and jared leto, surprising no one, came as jesus. sarah jessica parker's headdress looks like it should be holding a saint's body part. priyanka chopra came in a chainmail wimple. darren criss was a mosaic ceiling. cardi b came as a renaissance painting. frances mcdormand came as a tree. amber heard came in a headpiece made of plastic zip ties painted gold. chadwick boseman had the best shoes. and also glitter in his hair, apparently. why don't more men dress up for these things? i mean, amal clooney was stunning and george was totally upstaged.
in the "looking fabulous while giving the catholic church the finger" department, lena waithe came wrapped in pride and lynda carter was... queen esther? (that's what someone suggested on twitter. her crown says "never forget" in hebrew.)
have an entirely gratuitous pic of stephen colbert and his wife evelyn mcgee-colbert, because they just look so cute, and i love the sleeves on her dress. i'm a sucker for a row of tiny buttons.
well that was a lot of ott fashion and stuff i don't normally talk about here. did you have fun? i had fun. blake lively's train was so big she had to take a party bus to the museum. you gotta respect that kind of excess, altho to be fair, the catholic church isn't exactly known for its austerity.
yesterday we had a video conference at work to train admins on one of the applications we use and also to get us used to the new and exciting branding. it was an hour and a half of my life i will never get back. it was broadcast from the new york office, and the woman who was supposed to be running it had no idea what she was doing. (and if she did know, i couldn't tell.) the screen in the conference room we were using (it was just me and the receptionist) was so low-rez we couldn't understand what we were seeing, the microphone in the room in new york was shit, and at one point everyone in the new york office was looking at each other's laptops and talking among themselves to figure out what they were supposed to be telling us, and how they could get the web site we needed to see up on the screen, so we could see it. it was disorganized and so half-assed and such a waste of time, and they were even recording it! the only thing in its favor was that we got lunch, and i try not to complain about the free lunch. but jeebus crow, people, if you're going to lead a video conference for like six offices - especially if you're going to be training people in those six offices - make sure you know what you're doing before you go online.
norse mythology, which was entertaining and vaguely educational, altho thanks to the mcu i kept picturing the greater hemsworth as thor, rather than some giant red-bearded dude.
What I am reading now:
engines of the broken world, by jason vanhee, which i just started and is weird and vaguely creepy so far. i read the last page so i know how it ends, but i don't know how it gets there. should be good. and vaguely creepy.
What I'm going to read next:
not a clue! i found an article of books ambassadors would recommend before you visit their country, so maybe one of those.
so monday was the met gala (which i didn't realize was a fundraiser for the metropolitan museum, because it never occurred to me that it might exist for a reason besides "wear something couture and crazy"), and this year's theme was heavenly bodies: fashion and the catholic imagination, aka "famous people dress up in vaguely catholic-inspired clothes". it was a little nuts. i mean, rihanna came as the pope. zendaya came as joan of arc. blake lively came as the empress. letitia wright paid tribute to ethiopian pastors. katy perry came as an angel. lana del rey came as a tiny crowd of seraphim, cara delevigne was a confessional, and jared leto, surprising no one, came as jesus. sarah jessica parker's headdress looks like it should be holding a saint's body part. priyanka chopra came in a chainmail wimple. darren criss was a mosaic ceiling. cardi b came as a renaissance painting. frances mcdormand came as a tree. amber heard came in a headpiece made of plastic zip ties painted gold. chadwick boseman had the best shoes. and also glitter in his hair, apparently. why don't more men dress up for these things? i mean, amal clooney was stunning and george was totally upstaged.
in the "looking fabulous while giving the catholic church the finger" department, lena waithe came wrapped in pride and lynda carter was... queen esther? (that's what someone suggested on twitter. her crown says "never forget" in hebrew.)
have an entirely gratuitous pic of stephen colbert and his wife evelyn mcgee-colbert, because they just look so cute, and i love the sleeves on her dress. i'm a sucker for a row of tiny buttons.
well that was a lot of ott fashion and stuff i don't normally talk about here. did you have fun? i had fun. blake lively's train was so big she had to take a party bus to the museum. you gotta respect that kind of excess, altho to be fair, the catholic church isn't exactly known for its austerity.
yesterday we had a video conference at work to train admins on one of the applications we use and also to get us used to the new and exciting branding. it was an hour and a half of my life i will never get back. it was broadcast from the new york office, and the woman who was supposed to be running it had no idea what she was doing. (and if she did know, i couldn't tell.) the screen in the conference room we were using (it was just me and the receptionist) was so low-rez we couldn't understand what we were seeing, the microphone in the room in new york was shit, and at one point everyone in the new york office was looking at each other's laptops and talking among themselves to figure out what they were supposed to be telling us, and how they could get the web site we needed to see up on the screen, so we could see it. it was disorganized and so half-assed and such a waste of time, and they were even recording it! the only thing in its favor was that we got lunch, and i try not to complain about the free lunch. but jeebus crow, people, if you're going to lead a video conference for like six offices - especially if you're going to be training people in those six offices - make sure you know what you're doing before you go online.