I've just spent the past half an hour looking up my soon-to-be professors on ratemyprofessor.com. Two of them aren't on there, the other three have really good ratings on ease, helpfulness, and overall quality, and bonus! two are listed as "hot." Hotness is not necessarily a quality I look for or even value in professors, but its nice to know. Frankly I find that if you find an authority figure "hot" it can throw off the entire dynamic and lead to awkwardness. Or at least with me it can. I'm thoroughly awkward.
So the title of this is a line from "Kaleidoscope Heart" by Sara Bareilles. She is my favorite! I saw her in concert last November. =] I still keep the ticket in my wallet.
Well, I was jamming out to her album on my drive to work the other day and started thinking about that line. "Red runs through our veins" is another line, but beyond that, I'd love to think that a heart is colored based upon love offered or the goodness of one's soul. Kind and sweet people would have beautifully colored hearts in all sorts of fabulous shades of magenta, rouge, blue, etc. Imagine opening someone up for open-heart surgery only to find a beautiful purple heart. =] If you don't think about the prospective grossness of that but focus solely on how beautiful it could be compared to the nastiness of organs. I'm sure this sounds absolutely absurd. But how cool would it be to say that you have a purple heart? Or if you're not so good, a brown heart. You could work towards better colors, and I just imagine a radiance emitting from those with pretty hearts.
I'm sure this is just absurd. Oh well, I have long drives every day and I think strange things. Listen to it. Maybe you'll agree. =]
I also adore A Fine Frenzy. Her music reminds me of fall, rainy days, and, oddly enough, Door County (although I think that's due to me listening to it constantly when I was there last August). It's folksy but still not quite true folk music. Folksy pop? I'm not sure. Sometimes labels don't make things better, they just make them confusing. This is one of my favorite songs, "Borrowed Time."
I'm waiting for fall. It's my favorite season and I'm hoping that being two hours north will help enrich and prolong the season. I am disappointed that I won't be close to Pecks, my favorite farmers market anymore. We went every year when I was young and I've resurrected that tradition these past few years.
Last fall after class one day, Kels and I went to Ski Hi, an apple orchard, to the south shore of Devil's Lake, to Sauk City for lunch and a look at the flooding river, and down over to Pecks in Spring Green. It was an amazing day. I guess we'll just have to explore and see what we can find up north.
Well, I guess that's it for now. Ta ta!
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