The purpose of
The Best Part of Today
is to show that there is always something good about every day.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Something equivalent to a deep breath.


BPoT #196 [Tuesday]:
Rewatching my original inspiration.

It was one of those times where you had a long first day of school and you wanted to relax in front of the TV but you didn't have the energy to select and insert a movie so you just felt like flipping around the channels to see what was good. For me, this selection was also affected by the fact that my TV remote is broken so I have to stand next to the TV and press the "up" channel button numerous times until I found something good. I found Julie & Julia.

I didn't remember liking it the first time as much as I liked it the second time, which was strange because what I did remember was that this movie was the (or at least one of the) forming influence(s) for starting this blog. In case you haven't seen it, Julie & Julia is about a woman who works an unnamed cubicle job by day, and cooks for her newly married husband in their apartment over a pizzeria by night. She decides to start "The Julie/Julia Project" in which she cooks her way through all 524 recipes of the 1961 classic Mastering the Art of French Cooking by Julia Child in 365 days and blogs about it. Through troublesome duck deboning, chicken trussing, and husband wrangling, Julie eventually amasses a readership and popularity that cumulates in a novel and, of course, this film.

I was so inspired by her story that I turned my nascent blog into something more structured, hence The Best Part of the Day. However, sometimes I don't post because I'm being lazy and don't exactly having people counting on me. But that lead me to today's BPoT:

BPoT #197:
It's not all about the fans.

If people did things only to get famous, there would most likely be a lot less art going around. It's important to like what you do, because that's often when your best work comes through and maybe becomes famous. Of course it's great to feel needed, and when you are you don't want to let anyone down, but it's important to do things for yourself too. Not that these two things are necessarily in conflict with one another, but it's important to always keep both balanced in mind. Whenever I get down on the fact that I'm not an internet star like Julie Powell or Zefrank or the Vlog brothers, I try to remind myself that this blog is just as much for me as it is for anyone who reads it.

All the writers I have ever talked to have told me the importance of writing every day. Not writing emails or doing homework, but just getting your thoughts out there and forming them into well-written sentences. In that sense I kind of treat this blog as an opposite-diary. I say opposite because I always felt bad for the purple Tweety Bird diary I had as a kid and only wrote in when I was angry or upset and couldn't talk to anyone about it (this was before the days of texting and im'ing.) Rather, I want to create a record of something positive, something that will lift people's spirits.
Keeping that in mind, I know that sometimes there are few more boring things than hearing someone talk about their day. That's why it's hard when I have really good days and I don't want to go on and on about every little thing, so most of the time I try to choose the one universal thing that I think would brighten everyone's day (or at least choose something resembling a theme that ties all the parts together). Remembering 90's cartoons, for example, or finding a dollar on the ground, or a stranger saying bless you when you sneeze. Things that, when read, bring a happy thought to your mind and a smile to your face. I know that not many people read this blog, but I'd like to say thanks to anyone who has.

I'd also like to again share one of my other big sources of inspiration (and my internet homepage), Neil Pasricha's 1000 Awesome Things, which does what I try to do, only better.

Monday, August 29, 2011

The last "ahhhh" before school stress

BPoT #195:
A great day before school.

I had another one of those all-around good days today. I kept running into people accidentally, like when my roommate and I went out the wrong door for breakfast, but then I saw some friends I hadn't seen since last year. Then the place we were going to go for breakfast didn't have power, so we ended up going to a cafe for breakfast sandwiches and passed a poster sale! Since we have so much wall space in our room, I had wanted to get some more posters but was going to go to the library for another errand first. We ended up going to the poster sale first though, and saw some more friends browsing the selection at the same time. After taking a long time deciding and buying what we wanted, we made dinner plans and then parted to go hang our new purchases.

Before heading home, I finally finished up getting all of my school books, after a long search in the library for an obscure tome of fairy tales in a subbasement with space-saving, electronic sliding bookshelves. After dinner, my roommate and I met some of our friends' other friends, and then we watched one of our favorite design competition shows. All in all, we got in a lot of fun and relaxation in before school officially starts.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

We're back!

Pretty unrelated, but it was a cute movie when I was little.












BPoTW #3:
A quest coming to an end.

Okay okay so I haven't written in more than a week, but that's partly because I was caught up in a whirlwind of pre-move-back-in-to-school activity. (As always, the other part is mostly cuz I was lazy.) But now that school has started I am(/should be) back for good ^_^

Last week, I was still searching the pair of TOMS' shoes that I wanted, a discontinued pair called Love is the new Black.











Unfortunately, couldn't find them anywhere. So I decided to buy a different pair online, but the shipping was $9! I was beginning to feel pretty defeated until there was a free shipping promotion exclusively for the pair I wanted to buy, and the best part was I could still use a coupon I'd found! So my quest for Toms has finally come to an end. Sort of. I'll still be on the lookout for any possibility to get Love is the new Black.














BPoT #192 [Wednesday]:
Triaelstrom!

What is a triaelstrom you ask? It's when you try to see as many of your friends as possible before you go back to school. In my case, it was three people but all at separate times because of the way planning works. I had coffee with one friend, lunch and a movie (Cowboys and Aliens, which was surprisingly entertaining) with another and then dinner and conversation with another. All in all a full and fantastically fun day.


BPoT #193 [Thursday]:
Back to school shopping.

Does anyone love this as much as I do? There's nothing like a shiny new batch of pencils, sticky notes, and notebooks to take the edge off of the end of summer and going back to school. Score.


BPoT #194 [Friday]
New and returning friends.

I was intending on moving back to school on Saturday, but with the impending storm we quickly switched plans and decided to move in a day earlier. This actually took away the opportunity to feel sad and nostalgic about leaving home since I was too preoccupied with packing up the car with my sheets, books, refrigerator and the like. Added to that, it was great to see my roommate again, and meet one of our new suitemates, who seems rather likeable as a first impression. I hope the coming semester will be as fun as last night ^_^

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Clean cars with personality


BPoT #191:
Car wash with love.

It was strange, I have always loved my silver '98 volvo but I have never felt closer to it than today when I gave him a full cleaning and hand wash. I meticulously vacuumed every part of the inside and methodically scrubbed every surface on the outside. As I knelt wiping the face of license plate and undercarriage I looked at my car head on and felt like I looking at a real person with a real personality, thinking I'm cleaning this hood with love. And when it was all done, and every window lever was scrubbed clean, every grain of sand was sucked from the cracks, I felt proud of my Norbert.

Yes, my car is a boy. Being a volvo with the male enameled on the hood insignia, I feel it's fitting. I also feel that people decided their car's sex based on the opposite of their own; that's why all guys think their cars/boats/motorcycles are girls. But I just can't think of my car as a girl; it's strange. My sister's green Saab: Salazar. My mom's Silver Honda: Percy Weasley Jackon. My friend's black Jeep: Frederick. The only girl I know with a girl-named car is the name of an owl: Hedwig.

I didn't realize this until later, but, with the exception of Frederick (who, granted, was the first named car I knew) , most named cars I know tend be Harry Potter names. Which says of course that "Words are our most inexhaustible form of magic." And what are names but words we give?

Clean cars with personality

BPoT #191:
Car wash with love.

It was strange, I have always loved my silver '98 volvo but I have never felt closer to it than today when I gave him a full cleaning and hand wash. I meticulously vacuumed every part of the inside and methodically scrubbed every surface on the outside. As I knelt wiping the face of license plate and undercarriage I looked at my car head on and felt like I looking at a real person with a real personality, thinking I'm cleaning this hood with love. And when it was all done, and every window lever was scrubbed clean, every grain of sand was sucked from the cracks, I felt proud of my Norbert.

Yes, my car is a boy. Being a volvo with the male enameled on the hood insignia, I feel it's fitting. I also feel that people decided their car's sex based on the opposite of their own; that's why all guys think their cars/boats/motorcycles are girls. But I just can't think of my car as a girl; it's strange. My sister's green Saab: Salazar. My mom's Silver Honda: Percy Weasley Jackon. My friend's black Jeep: Frederick. The only girl I know with a girl-named car is the name of an owl: Hedwig.

I didn't realize this until later, but, with the exception of Frederick (who, granted, was the first named car I knew) , most named cars I know tend be Harry Potter names. Which says of course that "Words are our most inexhaustible form of magic." And what are names but words we give?

Monday, August 15, 2011

Taste the [frozen] rainbow

BPoT #190:
Frozen candy.

Skittles are pretty good. Tropical skittles are better. What's better than tropical skittles? Frozen tropical skittles. Delicious. Also frozen Charleston Chews. Especially strawberry ones. Both of these things remind me of summer at the beach my family has been going to since I was little kid, where the snack bar with the best french fries squeezes all their candy in with their snowcones and ice cream sandwiches and power ranger powerpuff girl ice pops. There's nothing better on a hot day than getting a frozen rod of chewy nougat covered in chocolate and slapping it still wrapped on a picnic table so that when you opened the package it was full of chilled bite sized pieces. Or you could get a bag full rainbow pearls that cracked like pop rocks when you popped them in your warm mouth and slowly melted to the perfect chew, while leaving sticky rainbow remnants tattoed on your hand for you lick off when you were done. That's what summer tastes like my friends.



Birthday treat (with a catch)

BPoT #189: [Friday]
Free wings.

At this bar and restaurant called TK's near my town, on your birthday, you can get free wings in the number of years of your age. Since you have to be at least 21 to go in, that's at least 21 free wings. But here's the catch, if you want to bring them home home, you have to pay for them. So that's where friends come in. It was my friend's birthday on Friday and I was more than happy to help him finish his 22 wings. That's what friends are for.