Tell Her About It: March 2011

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Attack

This would look perfect on my wall.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My suite-mate sent out this video a couple days ago and I just got around to watching it. It's a recorded call from President Johnson ordering slacks, and it's just too good not to post. This recording (along with the animation) has so many levels of awesomeness, I can't even explain it. Just watch.

The blog Put This On created the animation and included the following info:

"In 1964, Lyndon Johnson needed pants, so he called the Haggar clothing company and asked for some. The call was recorded (like all White House calls at the time), and has since become the stuff of legend. Johnson's anatomically specific directions to Mr. Haggar are some of the most intimate words we've ever heard from the mouth of a President.  

We at Put This On took the historic original audio and gave it to animator Tawd Dorenfeld, who created this majestic fantasia of bungholiana.  

Enjoy this special treat from Put This On: LBJ Orders Pants. Then share it with a friend who loves pants."

Monday, March 28, 2011

Too much fun

I had a blast this weekend. I crammed so many good things into the past four days, but I forgot to save any energy to be a productive person. I need to sleep, get my life organized, and just generally re-enter the real world where people don't do whatever they want all the time. So I think I'll go to bed in an hour, wake up in the morning, and pretend Tuesday is actually the beginning of the week.

via here

I also really want this bedding. All of it.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Haircut

I got a haircut today. I really wanted it to come out something like any of the pictures below. But when I showed the pictures to my favorite hair lady, she reminded me that my hair is at least three inches too short for any of them. I live in a state of hair-length-denial, apparently.

via pinterest

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Plane Ride

I spend a good amount of time on airplanes going back and forth to school and summer jobs. Usually, I put in headphones and zone out, but sometimes I don't and interesting things happen. A couple months ago, I was flying back to New Haven from a job interview. I boarded the plane and saw that an old man was sitting in my seat by the window. I told him I wouldn't mind taking the next seat over if that was the one he was assigned. He got all flustered, apologized over and over, and then told me this was the first time he had been on an airplane. He looked super nervous, so I told him I had made this same flight a hundred times and it had always been an easy ride. I asked him what was bringing him to New Haven. He said, "I have to go pick up my son... to bring him back to Arlington to bury him." And then he broke down in tears. And then I started crying even harder than this old man. And then we were both sitting in the back of this tiny plane crying together.

For the rest of the flight he told me story after story about his sons, his grandsons, his fishing trips. He told me that when he was young, he started a road trip around the country. He only made it from southern California to Texas, where he met the prettiest girl he had ever seen, married her, and has never left since. He showed me pictures of land in Texas where he has llamas that his late wife "just had to have." He gushed about his grandsons and how much he loved the summer when they came to camp with him. And when the plane landed, he gave me his card and said that if I was ever in San Antonio, he would take me out to the best steak dinner I've ever had. He also told me I should find a husband and bring him too.