Showing posts with label school. Show all posts

an ode to the hbll



Most of these photos are a couple years old and have been sitting in a draft on my blog for nearly as long. Mostly I wanted to post them because I love these little library snippets, the peripheral moments that these photos capture. I would always joke that the library was my second home—between working part-time there (or full-time in the summer), studying there, occasionally napping there, and socializing there (with my periodicals-bestie-turned-real-bestie and coworkers and friends and roommates who also worked in the library and friends and classmates needing my assistance at the desk and study groups and my sister), it really was almost like a home and I felt so at home there.

un défilé de mode

We've been learning clothing vocabulary in my French class and the other day we held a class fashion show. Naturally.
My group's theme: "la discothèque et le karaoké chinois." I think that says it all.

I changed out of the heels and purple silk shirt right after class, but wore the rest of the ensemble the rest of the day. At work, one of the security guards in the library complimented me on my pants. (Ma soeur me l'a prêté.) Nous sommes très chic, n'est-ce pas?

verbs


reading
Mais oui! [my French textbook. it's my bff]
Inferno – Dante Alighieri
Keeping Bees — Ashley English
(also still reading Great Expectations; I love Charles Dickens.)

listening
the Vampire Weekend station on Pandora

loving
my sister's helpful French help & extreme patience
my new roommates & my new ward

I'm ready for school

This is only my favorite photo ever. It's a recreation of a similar photo taken of Emily several years earlier wearing the same Chichen Itza shirt and 3D movie glasses and its caption is "I'm ready for school!" I forget exactly how and why the original came about, but the recreation which was taken while I was in Italy made me laugh so hard even an ocean away.

. . .

Monday marked my last first day of school [as far as I know; as grad school is not currently part of my plans, this is the case]. This week of ups and downs has made me realize that as excited as I am for my new classes and a new year, I'm also ready. Not that senioritis is kicking in already (and even when it does kick in, I know from past experience that my work ethic will not go out the window as is wont to happen with many), but I am ready for what's next. Here's to making the most of this semester, adjusting to a new schedule and routine, and gearing up for everything that is ahead and after: lots of unknowns, but so much possibility.

film class

This is one of those times when my blog is for me; in cleaning to move out of my apartment, I found all my notes from my film class last winter paper-clipped together with a note reminding me to go through them and extract whatever jotted notes I wanted to remember. It was absolutely one of my favorite classes of my college career, and rather putting these notes somewhere that I'll not likely look for a long, long time, I'm typing them here, to be sorted under the label "film." In my categorical mind, whenever I click on that label, I can reread and be reminded of these, tucked away neatly with related posts on this blog.

Although my entire page and a half of notes from bread day is going directly into my cookbook.


• projection of a film, social experience of seeing a movie
• "reading" a film, visual system
• film as language, foreign films as a different film language. grammar, syntax, vocabulary. we're familiar with Hollywood; different storytelling tradition, aesthetic values in foreign films
• the films we've watched structure our understanding (what you grow up watching)

• what is going on in the films and what is our reaction
• art that is about art or tells us about art

Rear Window (1954) Alfred Hitchcock
"start at the beginning, tell me everything you saw and what you think it means."
Why does a particular movie enthrall us? What goes into it?

1 - seeing and understanding are not the same
2 - objectivity implies a certain voyeurism

[for class we read and I loved this essay, "Seeking After the Good in Art, Drama, Film, and Literature" by Travis Anderson]

The Vampires (episode 5)  Louis Feuillade (Bourgeois party interrupted)
WWI evoked in subtle ways:
-gas - mustard gas, embodies societal fears, effects of war, death coming in
The sensationalistic and melodramatic allows society to face issues and problems through allegories without addressing them directly. (genre films)

cameras reveal a world to us: framing, light, emphasis

different ways of interpreting movies: how they're constructed & details versus starpower

misc: our color-coordinated handouts (purple for Antonioni's Blow-Up) were so great. "Dan in Real Life" references galore (I think DL secretly loves that movie).

some of my favorite films that were screened in class: Marius – Marcel Pagnol, Ladri di biciclette – Vittorio De Sica, Les quatre cents coups (The 400 Blows) – François Truffaut, Au Revoir Les Enfants – Louis Malle, Fiorile – Paolo e Vittorio Taviani, Cinema Paradiso – Giuseppe Tornatore, Red – Krystof Kieslowski   (some of these we saw edited versions)

on: reading

This morning I was in the bookstore on campus doing two things I had no business doing: purchasing candy and browsing the bookshelves.

I only say that I had no business doing these things because I also had a test I needed to be studying for. As the test has since been studied for and taken, I don't regret those distracted minutes.

I have a thing for essays lately. It may have something to do with recently reading this book and my love for the NYTimes. As much of the news lately is related to American election politics (a topic which quickly overwhelms me), I end up perusing the Times design features or reading essays like this one.

And so this morning I stood in front of the shelves of essays in the bookstore, flipped through several collections, and added these two to my list of books to read. Despite the amount of reading I consistently have for school, I'm trying to continue reading for personal pleasure, because it is just that: a pleasure.

Getty.

While in California, we spent Saturday evening at the Getty Center just outside of LA. I'd previously studied Richard Meier (the architect of the complex) in a class, and I love his clean residential designs along the Californian coast. The Getty Museum is similarly clean and crisp, and I love how the undulating curves and clean lines of the building echo the hills and city where the complex is situated.
We visited when it was starting to get dark, and I was so glad later on as the complex was stunning by night. stunning.

It was also ideal to visit the Getty Center as they have some wonderful examples of French Baroque, Rococo, and Neoclassic interiors and furniture. Seeing examples of these pieces and techniques in front of you is far superior than studying the scribbled sketches in your class notes.
(top to bottom, for the curious and inquiring: detail of a Baroque table with Boulle work [inlaid tortoise shell, pewter, and brass] and marquetry [inlaid wood]; a Rococo interior; detail of marquetry on a Neoclassic table)

I'm so amazed at the level of craftsmanship and detail in these pieces. While they aren't necessarily my chosen aesthetic, I love learning about them and putting them in a historical context that adds further layers of significance to such design developments and changes.

some words of encouragement.

(I should be writing my Italian paper. But instead I'm writing this. va be')


This semester it's taken me a little longer to get into a rhythm of school, and I still don't quite feel like I'm there. When I'm feeling particularly hard on myself, I have to take a step back and remember that while I may be taking the same number of credit hours and working the same amount as I have been the last several semesters, my classes are harder—and several of them are in a foreign language. It's not that I'm not doing my best, it's just that my best has changed; it's relative.

The other day I was rereading this talk by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf and I love several of the things he said: we should be compassionate and patient with ourselves and we should also open our eyes and hearts to "the simple and elegant beauties of each day's ordinary moments that make up a rich, well-lived life."

These everyday, ordinary moments are some of the moments I love most: laughing in the library, having my hardest classes with some of my dearest friends, and hurried conversations with my sister when I happen to run into her on campus. Enjoying these moments and doing my best in school are not mutually exclusive. I've come to realize that, and though I still feel moments of stress about assignments and deadlines, the pervasive and constant anxiety that I'd been feeling at the beginning of the semester has slowly subsided.

This song by She & Him is one of my favorites, particularly the lines about worrying about things you can't control and being kind to yourself. It's very relevant.

helpful distraction

In several of my classes, we've been reviewing architecture and architectural motifs from different periods in Italian history. (yes please)
il Duomo a Firenze, Brunelleschi


This beam ceiling is typical of medieval architecture in Italy. This interior is part of a home in centro in Siena's renovated by Studio Andrea Milani. My favorite aspects of all of the studio's projects that I got to visit was the historical presence (as a result of preserved historical elements) yet modern design of the spaces.


il Colosseo. (the union jack motif above is one we discussed in class!)


the arch of Constantine. (we watched this video for class about this monument; I love the narrator's hand gestures.)

pen snobs

The BYU bookstore made a few select students very happy when they decided to stock these pens and charge less for them than what they cost in Italy and online!

It seems silly, to care about what kind of pen you write with. But then I read this passage in a book for school:

"Ma consideri ognuno, quanto valore, quanto significato è racchiuso anche nelle più piccole nostre abitudini quotidiane, nei cento oggetti nostri che il più umile mendicante possiede: un fazzoletto, una vecchia lettera, la fotografia di una persona cara. Queste cose sono parte di noi, quasi come membra del nostro corpo; né è pensabile di venirne privati, nel nostro mondo, ché subito ne ritroveremmo altri a sostituire i vecchi, altri oggetti che sono nostri in quanto custodi e suscitatori di memorie nostre." —Primo Levi, Se questo è un uomo, p. 23

(translation: "But consider everyone, how much value, how much significance is contained even in the smallest of our daily habits, in the hundreds of objects that even the most humble beggar possesses: a handkerchief, an old letter, a photograph of a dear friend. These things are part of us, almost as members of our body; nor is it thinkable in private, in our world, that immediately we will find others to substitute the old, other objects that are ours in caring for and kindling our memories." this translation isn't awesome... but you get the idea.)

I was thinking about the objects that I carry with me all the time, what they mean to me, if they mean anything. Besides the sentimental, I thought about this film and design, how design is so integral to living. We spend our days using objects: writing with pens, sitting in chairs, eating with silverware. And so just as there is value in having objects in your life with meaning, there is value in surrounding yourself with good design. (These pens just happen to be both of those things and therefore, I am a fan.)

this is why I like morning classes.

(because while I'm walking to school, I get to appreciate the cotton candy-colored sky and the snow on the trees before the sun melts it all away.)

Morning is maybe my favorite time of day, even if I do have a hard time getting out of my warm bed when I know it's chilly outside.

Italian minor.

It may only be my minor, but it's most definitely a major part of my [school] life.

Mamma mia.

little letters

Dear BYU,

Can I sleep for a week, then finish taking my finals? I feel as though they would be a better indication of what I've learned this semester if my brain was functioning at optimum levels when I take the test.

sincerely,
this burned out student



Cara nonna,

Ci manchi tantissimo! Siamo contente di aver parlato con te ieri.

un bacione,
le tue studentesse



Dear Margaret,

I have no regrets about our quick-meeting-turned-two-hour-heart-to-heart.
Hopefully after your ballet final today, you don't either.

Elisabetta



Dear terrible twerps and Lauren bagoren,

Remember how this is the most applicable song, ever? "'Get out of my life,' you say. And he says, 'No way!' And you get squished by fate!" It's a great description of how I feel about statistics at the moment.

xoxo,
lizbiz


dear family,

SEE YOU TOMORROW!

love,
Liz

on: courage. some bilingual thoughts.

Vi faccio paragonare:
"Per la paura di morire ogni giorno affrontavano la morte." —Sciascia, Il giorno della civetta, p. 29

verso:
"Ora, essi non avevano mai combattuto, tuttavia non temevano la morte; e pensavano più alla libertà dei loro padri che alla loro vita; sì, le loro madri avevano loro insegnato che, se non avessero dubitato, Dio li avrebbe liberati." —Alma 56:47

(Avete notato la frase ipotetica alla fine di quel versetto? Eccola: "se non avessero dubitato, Dio li avrebbe liberati." È una frase ipotetica, però è anche un'idea che dovremmo ricordare ogni giorno quando ci confrontiamo con le difficoltà della vita.)

Il contrasto tra queste due frasi ed i personaggi che sono descritti è grandissimo. Il coraggio viene mostrato dai giovani in modo umile, poiché dimostrano la loro dipendenza sul Signore, verso i mafiosi nel libro che uccidono e sistemano vari modi per ritenere i loro segreti cattivi.

___________________________________________________________________


For my Italian writing class, we have weekly journal entries due, so as to better our writing by writing frequently. I must admit that as I wrote similar journals in Siena, I definitely noticed improvement in my writing as my speaking improved.

Here's a translation of the above excerpt. The first quote comes from a romanzo giallo (crime novel) about the Sicilian mafia that takes place shortly after WWII that we've just started reading in my other Italian class.

Please compare this:
"For the fear of dying, every day they confronted death." —Sciascia, Il giorno della civetta, p. 29

with this:
"Now they never had fought, yet they did not fear death; and they did think more upon the liberty of their fathers than they did upon their lives; yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them."  —Alma 56:47

(In the Italian translation, the last part reads in one of the common forms of a hypothetical phrase which I'd recently reviewed in class: "if they did not doubt, God would deliver them." I was appreciating the unsought grammar review, but beyond that, I think this is something we should remember every day as we confront life's little battles.)

The contrast between these two quotes and the people they describe is enormous. Humble courage is shown by the valiant young men in the Book of Mormon in their dependence upon the Lord, versus the mafia characters in the book who kill and plan and scheme to hide their evil secrets.

It's interesting how something which from the surface might seem like less courageous is actually more so; this idea puts so many things in perspective, about what is important and what is not.

how tall this fall

My sister was in New York last weekend to help with our family's Pumpkin Patch and the photos of the PP on her blog filled me with happiness. I love the dreamy quality of those film photos.


As a child, I took many a photo in front of this sign that says "How Tall This Fall."

But I just considered another meaning of those words. How tall I am stretching this fall, the things I am learning, the ways I am growing. School is the busiest it has ever been. I suppose it is only logical that it would be, since moving forward, even just in my classes, requires growth and progress. I don't have a sign to stand in front of, but I can take a mental snapshot of my life right now; my stresses, my worries, my joys, and my triumphs. And I can remember how tall I am this fall.

on stockpiling.

Lately I’ve been stockpiling sundry items, such as birthday candy and sundresses.

The former in preparation for finals week (read this), the latter in anticipation of a summer to be spent in Italy.

I think that stockpiling is almost always a good idea, because you’ll thank yourself later. It’s like saving for a rainy day, just not in a monetary sense. And it’s also an exercise in delayed gratification.

help a sister out

This is my sister. She is really great.

Last week was the Palio di BYU sponsored by BYU's Club Italia. My class was in the contrada (essentially team) of Tartuca, the turtle, so we dressed in our best yellow and blue, painted our faces, sang the hymn of our contrada, and ate delicious Italian food (although I don't know if you can consider the less-than-authentic Little Caesar's pizza as Italian, but let's not talk about that...).

Obviously this also necessitated having the TMNT as mascots (turtles + Italian Renaissance artists = yes please), so I convinced Emily, Cat, and their friends Caro(line) and Chloe to come to the Palio dressed as the ninja turtles.

And boy, did they deliver.

It was beyond excellent, as was the Palio, which was complete and utter madness once it got underway. Tutto pazzo.

C'è la lupa nella guardaroba

We [my Italian study group] started a blog. An Italian blog, so that we can practice Italian with each other over Christmas break and not forget all of the minute grammar rules we have so diligently learned this semester.



In bocca al lupo.

finito. finished.

my final project is DONE.


After many hours of sketching, pencil-sharpening, praising aloud of the gradient mesh tool in Adobe Illustrator, the using-up of 1.5 rolls of double stick tape, multiple trips to the bookstore, emailing back companies and telling them that no I actually don't need a shipping quote for the wood flooring I ordered a sample of, and a little teeth-gnashing...it's doooone! And I feel very positively about it, which is maybe even more important than the fact that it's finished.


chairs: 1. Eames side chair w/ Eiffel base, 2. Arne Jacobsen Ant chair, 3. Cherner side chair, 4. Michael Thonet-esque cafe chair,  5. Arne Jacobsen No. 7 Chair, 6. Bertoia Wire Side Chair

lighting fixtures: 1. I designed this one..., 2. drum shade, 3. via Ikea.

siti preferiti.

[translation: favorite sites. it was a bonus that it rhymed.]

School has been oh so busy this week. and will be for the next two weeks. sound familiar?

These are some websites i have been frequenting lately, some pertaining to school, some not. but most of them pertaining to school. [the reason for sharing them here is twofold... since i haven't had any time to go read favorite design periodicals, most of my sources of inspiration lately have been of the online variety. secondly, if i put all of these links in this blogpost, it means I can close all of these windows that have been hanging around and minimized on my computer.]

I've been using this website spessissimo [veryyyy often] for my Italian essay...

this lamp is making an appearance in my design final project and i needed to refer to that picture for a visual reference...

I just really like scandinavian design websites, what can I say?

this is just all-around great. (I LOVE THE PERSPECTIVE CHAIR)

I would like to make these soon...but varied in a Christmassy sort of way.

and of course, it wouldn't be right if I wasn't spending hours here, helping people with their last-minute research needs at the hbll.


speaking of last-minute research needs....