The Smiths

The Smiths

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Indefinite Hiatus

In the world of music we all know "indefinite hiatus" really means "we hate each other and we're breaking up forever".  

Facebook and I are on an indefinite hiatus. Maybe it'll be a Sonic Youth length hiatus, maybe it'll be Foo Fighters length. I'm not totally sure the length of it. All I know is I cannot scroll through my feed one more time. So I'm done and retreating to the quippy land of Twitter and substantially more encouraging and uplifting and blissfully filtered world of Instagram. 

Which brings me to my hiatus terms. My other social media accounts are still active and actively connected to my Facebook, so posts will still roll through. In essence my posting won't change, it just won't be coming from Facebook, and I won't be logging into Facebook to check it. It's like that obnoxious thing bands do when they go on hiatus but then members make music together that sounds identical to the old band but they have a new name. 

When bands go on hiatus they very rarely give a reason, at least not a real one. But since I'm a person and not actually a band I'm going to give the why. This morning when scrolling through Facebook I saw in order: 
   - a post stating Michael Brown got what he deserved 
   - the video of Andrew Wheeler (18) physically assaulting autistic teenager Aaron Hill (16) 
   - an uninformed and entirel repugnant analysis of goings on in the Middle East
   - an insensitive and largely unChristian response to the passing of Robin Williams 

And I broke. Today Facebook made the world look dark and broken, which it is. But it also made the world look beyond redemption, which it is not. My God is bigger than all of this and He can redeem all things. And beyond that He is the author and creator of every good thing. There is tragedy and it doesn't do any good to pretend there isn't. But there is beauty. There is hope. There is cool summer evenings, and swimming in clear water, and climbing trees, and being kissed by someone who loves you. There is tragedy and we can't forget that, but as a Christian I can't forget the beauty of God's creation either. And Facebook makes you forget. 

So I'm leaving Facebook for a while to only focus on what is uplifting. Don't mistake this for burying my head in the sand. It's not. I will stay informed (from credible news sources) and I will form opinions, but those opinions will be shared over coffee and a meal and not over internet wires. I will find ways to impart change instead of just wish for it from behind a screen. And I will stay connected to Real Life Friends through REAL LIFE. Feel free to connect with me through Instagram or Twitter or my email address (abrostad@gmail.com) or my phone number. Let's have coffee and have an actual conversation about how wonderful the world can be, and yes how dark sometimes too. 

Saturday, July 19, 2014

My First Ever Clothing Post!!

Holla! 

Although I love fashion and am drawn to trendy looks, I would not say fashion is my "thing". And some would actually find me posting about clothes a tad laughable. BUT TRIBAL HAREM PANTS ARE A THING RIGHT NOW!!! 

And so I had to at least mention that I'm a way obsessed with this versatile, super comfy trend. 


K, don't mind my messy house, just look at these beautiful pants. They are so comfortable they could be pajamas but I'm definitely wearing them to church tonight, because you know, trendy!! I wear them with my Fakenstock (fake Birkenstocks) sandals and my Madewell traveler tote and I totally pass for someone who knows what they're doing at the mall!! 

But I'm not. 

Double plus bonus, both of these babies (plus an awesome pair of tribal leggings) were on clearance Ross.

#winning 

Friday, July 18, 2014

Gabe's Poem

i want you like this 
ALWAYS
soft and sun scented, 
slightly golden
and still smelling like 
lake water
and a hard days 
play. 
in a worn cotton shirt,
breezy hair 
and heart.
i want you like this
ALWAYS.
brave
and undaunted 
and loud 
and full 
of life and laughter 
i want you like this 
ALWAYS. 
curled in my arms 
just before bed
telling me 
I'm your favorite girl

{photo credit Nicholas Hanson of www.nicholashansonphoto.com}