Here's one interpretation:

The 1954 classic film "White Christmas" is a thinly veiled treatise on climate change. The proposed solution to global warming? Holiday cheer and Bing Crosby's crooning.

The Photo Shoot

My mom just asked me to pick out my favorites from the family pictures that we had taken over Christmas break. It was quite the adventure getting everyone in the right color scheme, to the studio, on time, with three happy children under 4.

So, here we are-the whole happy Williams bunch!

While selecting the most delightful of the prints, I found a few funny things, too.

Examples:

Chris and I don't do the serious, demure thing very well.

And Bennie wanted to be in EVERY PICTURE...

...even though he looks rather bored in most of them. Especially compared to his bubbly sister!


But my favorite of all was the "Squeaky flip book":



Never a dull moment.

Nostalgia

As I near the end of my 6th year at BYU, I have become unexpectedly sentimental. I keep finding myself thinking, wow, I am going to miss this place. Today's example was as follows:

I was getting ready this morning in the women's locker room after my yoga class. NOTE: this is actually a recent addition to my BYU daily routine. This is the first semester I actually pack clothes and get ready in the locker room. I have my own locker and everything. I feel so...athletic. I kind of like it.

Anyway, so the women's locker room has rows of hand dryers installed at head height. And I have discovered a handy trick (surely, no one else has ever thought of it before. Surely.): you can point the nozzles of two adjacent dryers towards each other. The result is excellent--two streams of air intersecting to create a wind tunnel, and it's hands-free. Awesome.

So as I was standing in this tunnel-o-warmth this morning, it hit me--I love this place! I've had so many good things happen here! And I'm going to miss it!

At least, I'll miss it until I install my personal double dryer wind tunnel. And I'm taking the best part of BYU with me wherever I move next summer. Smile.

Not so sassoon

I don't know how to style hair, mine in particular. This has dawned on me especially as my hair is getting longer and progressively less manageable. Somehow, despite growing up with two older sisters, being a cheerleader for 6 years, and having a handful of roommates, this basic feminine skill has escaped me.

No French twists or French braids or anything French at all. I don't think I could even manage a topsy tail, if those were still in fashion.

My list of hair can-do's is as follows:

blow dry
pig tails
messy bun-like thing
pony tail
head band
curled hair (with my mom's old curlers or a slowly breaking curling iron)

Maybe that's part of why I have usually kept my hair shorter and thus easier to ignore. It also doesn't help that I am generally too cheap to get a decent haircut.

I have decided (completely on a whim, of course--not that I actually spend any time thinking about my hair, which is obviously part of the problem) it's time to make at least a small effort to improve this situation. My goal is to actually use the round brush I own at least once a week. And learn how to do one new cool thing with my hair per month.

So if you have any suggestions, I'm all ears. Or hairs.

HFAC-er: Classic Example

Just one more reason why I wouldn't blend in with the HFAC crowd:



She is a professor in the theater arts department. She chose this picture as her profile on the official BYU website. And she is obviously very theatrical.

The People Paradox

According to a video produced by NOVA we watched in my Environmental Health Science class today, the birth rate must be 2.1 children per woman over her lifetime to maintain a stable human population.

India's population will likely double by 2050. Japan, the Netherlands, and Italy will soon have more immigrants than "natives" populating their countries. And the U.S. population is aging quickly. It's a paradox. A conundrum. How many people is too many? Are we headed toward a catastrophic crash or not? What if the world's demographics are irrevocably altered during our lifetimes? Will it be the end of life on earth as we know it???

But the real question is, how does one have 2.1 children? Honestly.