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My name is Olivia and I am a senior at Butler University. I spend most of my time in Lilly Hall as a BFA Dance Performance major. When not in rehearsal or ballet class, I write papers for my English Literature second major. In my super-abundant, never-lacking, this-is-highly-sarcastic spare time, I attempt to cook in my apartment kitchen, watch Youtube videos of ballet, knit sweaters that never seem to come to an end, and read books both silly and serious. If I could take any class at Butler just for kicks, I'd go for DiffyQ.

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Posts Tagged “winter”

Off to Kansas City! (i.e. Off to Missouri)

I think it is the most bizarre thing that Kansas City is partly in Missouri.

I’m in the airport, waiting to take off for an audition at Kansas City Ballet. This is the farthest I’ve ever traveled for an audition; so far they’ve all been in Chicago or Louisville. I’ve been anxious about the traveling more than the audition itself — last night I dreamed that I couldn’t get from the hotel to the ballet in time and I missed the registration slot by two minutes and they wouldn’t let me audition and gave me a written test instead. That was my dream.

I suppose this will be good practice for spring break, when I’ll be running around all sorts of places. Auditioning plus Coppélia will make for a busy spring!

(And it is spring now — I didn’t have to wear my huge winter ski jacket at all this winter, and I am extremely happy.)

What did NOT happen. (Photo is from my freshman winter.)

Lost Objects, Rain, Nothing Particular

Lately, I’ve been losing things right and left. Like:

  • My camera charger (this is why I haven’t had so many pictures/posts)
  • a pink sock, so sad!
  • other articles of clothing — two of which I found under my bed on two separate occasions after the articles had been missing over a week
  • a check
  • dance warmups
  • my tennis shoes
  • my mind

Most of these I’ve recovered, some I have not. I blame the increasingly chilly weather for my brain melting, if that makes any sense. I’m half-transitioned through from summer to winter clothes, but it will just take so long to drag my chest of sweaters from under my bed that I’ve been putting it off. Also, I don’t want to admit the time for shorts is past.

A picture from the vaults... a Butler squirrel getting ready for winter.

The last two days were beautiful, and I broke out the dress/shorts/t-shirt combinations faster than you can say “Indianapolis.” Today, alas, is rainy and cold, and I have two shirts layered on top of one another.

Don’t forget to bring rainboots to college — you have to walk everywhere to and from class, and at Butler, the sidewalks morph into rivers. Also, an umbrella. Also, a camera charger.

Sorry this is such a lame post. I promise I’ll be more articulate next time!

A break from February

Last Thursday, I wore three pairs of pants. Butler’s campus remained mostly covered in ice and snow, and the weather website listed the recorded low as negative 8 degrees. Fahrenheit.

One week later and students are walking around in shorts. I didn’t go quite that far–I still had a scarf and coat–but it was wonderful to ride my bike again. I don’t understand the Midwest. We were all:

And now it’s springtime!? What happens next week? (Besides the Dance Department’s Midwinter Dance Festival, of course.) Sometimes I miss the East Coast.

Right, I promise my next post will not be about the weather or food. I’m been quite busy lately and have loads to tell you.

Thawing out?

Ever since the ice storm:

Butler’s campus has been exceptionally slippery. A few days ago, it was 1 degree as I walked to class in the morning. Today, however, is warm: It’s almost 40 right now. Do you know the difference between 0 and 40? It’s like the difference between 40 and 80.

Walking to rehearsal in Lilly Hall this morning, the birds chirping, my toes not freezing, I could feel spring on its way! Then I dropped my apple in the snow. Seasonal changes are a process.

My friends are all turning 21–yikes! It’s so odd to think we can finally drink, vote, and be drafted. The next step is getting off our parents’ health care plans, I suppose. We went out to eat at Patachou, a restaurant close enough to campus to bike. There’s still enough ice on the ground that I don’t like to ride my bike though, but if the big thaw continues, my wheels might be functional once again.

Now, every time I’ve been to Patachou, I have been disappointed. The food just does not seem good enough to merit the price. But. Last semester I had lunch with the on-campus priest there and the chili was excellent; this visit was also a success. My roommate and I split our orders, so we each got half of a turkey/bacon/avocado club and half a waffle. Delicious.

I suppose I should continue with my homework. And when I say homework, I really mean finishing all my Valentine’s Day cards and gifts.

Cooking Adventures II

The string of cooking successes continues with dinner! I talked last time about lunches being leftovers or sandwiches, which is very true. I guess I should admit, however, that I’m often just not hungry for lunch after having such a huge breakfast. Dinner tends to come early on these days, leaving plenty of time afterward for dessert!

Dinner.

1. Salad with homemade dressing roughly obtained from the Moosewood Collective cookbook my parents gave me for my birthday this past year. I had been mixing my dressings with the end of a long wooden spoon in the largest plastic cup I could find. This time, I used an empty (and clean) yogurt container to shake up the dressing.

However! I got a drink mixer at Target which I intend to use for mixing dressings, since it is construction for the purpose of being shaken without spraying garlic and milk everywhere. I’ll let you know how that turns out.

salad with homemade dressing

2. Thai Sweet Potato Stew. My dad made this sometime last year, and I periodically crave it now. It’s made with sweet potato, onion, spices, coconut milk, and other things I can’t recall just now. Serve over rice while watching a Miyazaki movie with a friend. (This was before classes began, obviously.) Yum.

Thai Sweet Potato Stew

3. Here’s the mission. You have a can of refried beans you accidentally started to open because you thought it was black beans. (Actually, not you, but that’s a minor detail. :) Smile, friend!) You must use these refried beans now. And the leftover tofu from a tofu dish. And using some of the lettuce and the lone onion would be nice as well.

What do you do? Throw onion, garlic, tomato, tofu, and a boat-load of spices in the skillet. Heat the beans and add cheese. Serve with a pile of lettuce. Use either Italian dressing or salsa verde, and TA-DA! You have yourself a burrito-like pile of ingredients that taste shockingly delicious.

Seriously, that tofu thing was bamf. I think it was the high-volume of onions.

Tofu thing

4. Taste roommate’s chili. Decide it’s the best thing ever. Crave chili for months. Stockpile every different type of bean under the sun. Finally, finally make chili. I’m still eating the leftovers, and they are pretty much the bees’ knees, except, you know, more substantial and heartier.

Chili in said roommate's (AKA, The Chili Guru's) enormous Dutch Oven

The preparation options: plain, or with salsa verde and cheese

Dessert to follow! Stay warm in this snow storm!

The Butler icicle

As Andre and Steph have blogged about already, the Butler campus has  been coated with ice. Yesterday we got the news that classes were canceled today, and around three o’clock today my cell phone rang–no classes tomorrow!

The above picture doesn’t look overly impressive, but that’s mostly solid ice. Last night came the freezing rain, and it precipitated intermittently throughout the day. Tonight it is supposed to snow. Even Chicago public schools are having a snow day tomorrow. My goodness.

All this extreme weather does have me worried, however. There were the Australian floods and the soon-to-be Australian cyclone Yasi. There were Brazilian landslides and mudslides. And now this.

Nevertheless, today was fairly productive. I finished a novel for my Literature of the American Renaissance class. I wrote a short, short response to it. I edited a two page response to a poem for my Romanticism class. And I worked on my Butler Summer Institute proposal for almost four hours straight.

Afterwards, I hung out with a friend and watched Doctor Who. It was a good day, if a bit miserable outside. If you are in the Midwest, bundle up!

Scarves over noses + hats over ears = warm + looking a bit odd.

Skewed perception

What has the Midwest done to me? Yesterday was full of sunshine, slush-free sidewalks, and a notedly absent wind. It was practically balmy! I stopped by a friend’s room on the way to the car–we were going to study at a coffee shop before doing some grocery shopping–and asked to borrow a lighter coat. My heavy winter coat just seemed to get in the way.

Freshman year snow day

“It’s 34 degrees,” I said with some surprise, checking the weather once we were installed in the corner of the Monon Coffee Company in Broad Ripple. My friend’s sweatshirt, serving as my jacket, hung from the back of my chair. (Great service today, Monon Coffee. I got the decaffinated Earl Grey, though I’m also partial to their green jasmine tea.)

The response came with a smile and head shake. “Look what the Midwest has done to you.”

I paused, considered. “Oh no! This feels warm just because it’s not freezing!” Since when has thirty-four been balmy?

Doomdoomdoom. Headdesk.

The salt of the earth is in my kitchen, on my floor

It snows at Butler. The maintenance crew puts salt on the sidewalks so students and faculty don’t fall down when moving from building to building in the freezing Indianapolis winter. This is much appreciated, since I like to retain the use of both legs. Dancing is much easier with all limbs fully functional.

In this case, I don't think even salt would help remove the snow.

However, salt gets stuck to shoes. Shoes walk on the kitchen floor. Ergo, the kitchen floor gets coated with salt, and it’s disgusting.

After scrubbing and scrubbing at the kitchen floor on my hands and knees with Magic Eraser, with vinegar, and with soapy water, I hit upon a solution. Put a mat next to the front door and remove wet, salty shoes upon entry! Simple, neh?

My two remaining roommates–the troublesome one having left for Nantes for a semester abroad, leaving us bereft but thankfully free from the horrid, horrid cupcakes she forced us to eat–were kind enough to agree to go along with this plan. I shall inform you of our progress.

The physics smackdown is over. Let the war with salty floors commence.

The Butler ducks don't have to worry about salt in their pond by the bell tower. I took this picture when I was a freshman and liked pretending to be a nature photographer.

Merry Christmas

I hope everyone is having a nice holiday. Here’s what my Christmas looked like when we gathered all the wrapping paper in a huge pile and set the baby rabbits loose to play. Distributing pictures of bunnies frolicking in holiday paper is a fairly good method of contributing more joy to the world, I would say. I only hope Butler’s mascot Blue II had as good time as my pet rabbits Beezus and Ramona this holiday.

The rabbits pose for their glamor shots.

The entire family gathered around and took pictures and pictures of the rabbits. Of course, I did not want to use my flash, and the bunnies kept jumping around, so out of the 244 pictures I took, I kept 33. Those thirty-three? Soooo cute.

Nadolig Llawen and Joyuex  Noël and Frohe Weihnachten and Maligayang Pasko and so on… Happy holidays!