Posts Tagged ‘Friday Night Lights’

Karin thanks the factory of fleece

Wednesday, July 14th, 2010

lou's

I happen to have a lot of ridiculous sweatshirts. I don’t know why, but I have lots of television show sweatshirts (Greek, Friday Night Lights), sweatshirts from colleges I did not attend, a yachting sweatshirt that I picked up at a shipyard in Amsterdam, more Vassar College hoodies than any alumni should ever own, and a few that are just ugly but I’m attached to for no particular reason.

Out of this mass of cotton and hoods, I have two favorites. One is big and gray and I always have to chew on the hood strings and sleeves when I wear it. It probably is just one big virus at this point, but I still love it. The other is a Leigh High School Panthers bright blue hoodie. Now, I didn’t actually attend Leigh High School and the only person I know who went to the school is Craig.

When Craig and I first started dating, my friend Georgia and I became obsessed with the fact that he was from such a small Nebraskan town (population 442) and went to a high school with all of 80 kids, total. We learned absolutely everything we could about that school without point blank asking Craig about it. We memorized the lunch calendar (January 7th – Soup, Cinnamon Roll, Applesauce, Cheese Stick, Carrots), learned everything about the football team (those Wendt boys are a threat!), and well, fell just under the label of “crazed stalker.”

To commemorate our love for the Panthers, Georgia kindly bought us smurf blue Leigh High School Panther hoodies, direct from Lou’s sporting goods in Fremont, NE, a mere hour away from Leigh. And when the sweatshirts were taking too long to make, Georgia called up Lou’s everyday to demand they be made at a speedier pace. We have our big city time expectations after all. Now, we both have one and agree it’s one of the highest quality (and weirdest to posess) sweatshirts on the market! As Georgia just emailed me: “I bleed Panther blue.”

Georgia made me this little number at work today. This is what we would look like if we were stars of the Leigh panthers.

Georgia made me this little number at work today. This is what we would look like if we were stars of the Leigh panthers.

G Bobs showing off the greatest sweatshirt ever made. Yes, she once washed it, slept in it and told me it looked like a smurf was murdered in her bed, but never mind that! It's like a second skin!

G Bobs showing off the greatest sweatshirt ever made. Yes, she once washed it, slept in it and told me it looked like a smurf was murdered in her bed, but never mind that! It's like a second skin!

Karin thanks the Lone Star emporium

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

texasstore

I am obsessed with the show Friday Night Lights and thus, I am currently besotted with the state of Texas. So when I saw on my flight itinerary that I was traveling to and from Mexico via Dallas/Fort Worth, I was thrilled. As I write this post from 10,000 feet, above the Lone Star state, I am the proud owner of two matching Texas t-shirts, one for Craig and one for me. Yes, I bought us matching clothes.

As I mentioned in a previous post, I love to fly. I could spend hours with my nose pressed to a window in a plane and not even mind that I am cooped up in coach. I have about two hours left in this flight and it has thus far proven exceptional. I have to sit by the window on an airplane or I get very huffy. I don’t throw a fit or anything, but I do spend the entire flight leaning over the person who was granted the window seat ouuing and aahing and spilling their drink on them. So thank goodness the folks at American detected that trait in me and gave me a window seat. Secondly, there is some sort of hardened criminal on my flight. Two marshals or policemen or something authoritative like that brought him on to the plane in handcuffs. They had a white towel draped over the handcuffs, which I thought was an elegant touch, but it didn’t really hide the fact that the guy was in shackles.

This hardened criminal’s presence (though this guy could have just littered, who knows) means that the flight attendants are burly men with shaved heads that could strangle me with their pinky fingers. It’s very entertaining to ask them for more club soda, which I have done three times now.

A whole hour to enjoy the Texas marketplace in Terminal 4 (it took everything in me not to buy a pink cowboy hat), a criminal on my flight, and a window seat – I wish this flight were longer! Maybe I’ll just ask the hurly burly “flight attendants” if the pilot wouldn’t mind circumnavigating the globe a few times.

Fuzzy iphone picture of Craig and I in our Texas shirts poised to watch Friday Night Lights.

Fuzzy iphone picture of Craig and I in our Texas shirts poised to watch Friday Night Lights.

Karin thanks the man behind her Friday nights

Thursday, April 15th, 2010

fridaynightlights

T-minus 22 days until Season 4 of Friday Night Lights begins! Craig and I spent a good part of last weekend watching Season 3 to get us ready for the Texas-sized drama that returns in May and I am over the moon with excitement. Frankly, I never thought I would like a show about football, but one day I was sitting pathetically alone on a Friday night and started watching Season 1. Seven episodes and six hours later, I was ready to pack my bags, head to Dillon, Texas and sign up to be a Panther rally girl.

The show has amazing writers, fantastic producers, a wonderful cast, good old fashioned morals, the debauchery that comes before the morals, and some really hunky football players. In a funny way, I think Friday Night Lights even made me more interested in Craig when I met him. Before I began watching, I didn’t care at all if someone played football or not. But then I became obsessed and was kind of impressed when I met Craig and he told me he had played at the University of Nebraska. It was like the show come to life!

I made him start watching too, which was a touch annoying at first because he critiqued everyone’s technique and declared the QB a pansy, but after I threatened his life, he closed his trap and became obsessed with the show too. We’re waiting with baited breath until May. Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose…go Panthers!

I may not understand how to play football but I do understand that really tight pants look good on hot man bods.

I may not understand how to play football but I do understand that really tight pants look good on hot man bods.

My favorite character is Tim Riggins. He has a wonderful...personality.

My favorite character is Tim Riggins. He has a wonderful...personality.

Karin thanks the man with the map and the curious mind

Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010

wade

Besides President of the United States, Wade Davis might have the most coveted job in America. I mean, Explorer-in-Residence for National Geographic? Who knew that even existed?

I went to Wade’s house this afternoon for a photo shoot I’m doing about people’s favorite spaces. Wade has an incredible office designed by architect Travis Price that looks like it would be suitable for a cross between Indiana Jones and Denys Finch Hatton. It’s beyond fantastic. First of all, if you’re short a spear, ceremonial headdress or book on Haitian zombies, it’s the place to come. My office has a picture of Tim Riggins from Friday Night Lights in a questionable pose, but that’s because I’m short a few archeological relics.

After Wade told me about working on his 15th book, and showed me where he keeps his works on psychoactive plants, I mentioned that I was headed to Everest this summer. “Nepal or Tibet?” he asked as I explained that I haven’t started planning at all. Wade suggested I skip all the tourist hoopla and go the road less traveled by. Really? Is there an overwhelming amount of foot traffic on Everest? Is it like Mount Fuji where grandmothers are kicking at your heels? Perhaps for an official explorer it is. Naked Thanks to Wade for inspiring me with his career and personal space. I think I’ve found my next career to covet.

Wade Davis' office designed by the supremely talented architect Travis Price.

Wade Davis' office designed by the supremely talented architect Travis Price. In actuality, the room is overflowing with books and spears and relics from all over the globe, which makes it even coooooooler.

Karin thanks the shutterbug in the sky

Saturday, February 20th, 2010

Yann Arthus Bertrand

During the great snow in, Craig and I did a really good job of watching TV. We watched all of season 3 of Friday Night Lights, caught up on Greek, and have been obsessively watching the Olympics. Tonight, we of course tuned into the inthralling world of ice dancing, and also took advantage of the “past Oscar winners” category on my On Demand to see how much our eyeballs could endure.

For our viewing pleasure, we chose “Out of Africa.” Craig had never seen it and I am obsessed with it. One, I love Karen Blixen. We kind of share the same name, which makes us kindred spirits, and I also have a tiny little obsession with Robert Redford. And Meryl Streep. And anything filmed in Africa. So really it’s a win win.

Watching “Out of Africa” inspired me to flip through one of my favorite books, “The Earth from Above” by French photographer Yann Arthus-Bertrand. On a UNESCO grant, Bertrand photographed some of the most beautiful landscape on earth in helicopters and balloons. I first saw an exhibit of his photos in the Jardins du Luxembourg in Paris. They were displayed outside and all I wanted to do after gazing at them was sell my wears and see as much of the world as I could.

Nine years later, I still want to. One of my lifelong goals is to go to every country on earth. Yes, this sounds a tad ridiculous, but why not? I’ve been to 41 countries and there are 195 total. So that’s 154 left to visit. If I do 4 or 5 a year, I will be done by the time I’m 65. Sounds so doable when you put it that way!! War torn nations may be rough. Can’t say I’m dying to vacation in sunny Somalia right now, but if I could meet a person, take a picture, and experience something in every corner of the earth, I would be a very very fulfilled human being.

If I wasn't a writer I would want to be an aerial photographer. We wouldn't even know this island was shaped like a heart if we didn't have an eye in the sky. One day I would love to masking tape my feet to something, stick my head out an open plane door and snap away.

If I wasn't a writer I would want to be an aerial photographer. We wouldn't even know this island was shaped like a heart if we didn't have an eye in the sky. One day I would love to masking tape my feet to something, stick my head out an open plane door and snap away.