Jesse Katsopolis: Original Hipster.

I have a little known secret that I only reveal to the rare few who I know won't judge [too harshly].

I love Full House. 

Yes, the late 80's, early 90's sitcom masterpiece which paved the Olsen twins' road to stardom. I'd say it is a healthy obsession, as far as television show interests go; It's trumped in my TV memorable pastimes of the era only by Boy Meets World. 

[sidenote]  It's strange. 

No one will say a word when it 

comes to a Boy Meets World interest, 

but pop a Full House DVD in 

and immediately everyone is TCFS*. 

The purpose of this post is not to discuss the array of life lessons, wholesome role models, or riveting plot sequences that this show offered to viewers all over, but rather to highlight a reason why I believe it would thrive in today's culture: 

Jesse Katsopolis = hipster. 

Some have argued that Steve Urkel was ahead of his time for today's hipster-infused era.

 See here, here, or here. 

But I'd like to argue that Uncle Jesse, while less obvious than Urkel, exhibited trademark, unmistakable signs of hipsterdom:  

1.Real hipsters never admit that they are hipsters.

Jesse constantly lived under the stereotype of "biker dude," musician, or "bad guy" That's so hipster.

2. Hipsters wear large rimmed glasses.

3. Hipsters wear deep v-necks, large sweaters & suspenders. 

I could go on and on, but I'll leave this clip for the two hipster-trendsetters to face off. Which is the original? You decide. Notice the cowboy boots-urban look. hipster.

Ps. Happy Halloween

[*too cool for school.]

Design.

If anyone were to take a look at my craft closet, they would see that I am full of good intentions. Unfortunately, my not-so-good relationship with commitment has left me with lots of creative supplies, but very few completed projects. 

Wednesday night, my roommate, friend and I decided that the new winter weather was a perfect setting for some crafting. 

So that's what we did.

 

I've collected lots of pretty paper over the years, so I decided that

 I'd work on something inspired by this. I've got plenty of partially finished projects, so it felt good to sit down and work on something I've wanted to make for a while. 

Rather than make a mobile, I just wanted to make a paper lantern garland for above our big, 

living room window. 

I seriously cannot wait until I graduate so I can craft more. Until then, I'll just chip away at the many started projects, just waiting to be finished. 

Next: A colorful top tube pad for my bike. 

[and perhaps one for the boy's bike.]

Fickle.

This is me:

The reason I have such a large grin on my face is because this picture was taken on June 21, 2011. Yes, the first day of summer. There's something not-so-threatening about a summer snow. Sure, it sneaked up on me as I was working in the mountains of Granby, CO, but I knew it would be a short-lived. In fact, if I had not taken this picture when I did, I probably would have missed the snow altogether; it came and went so fast. 

This is yesterday: 

Nothing at all is threatening about this picture. In fact, it's rather pleasant. The kind of weather you go for a run in wearing shorts and a t-shirt. (Which I did yesterday). 

That's the difference between June and October in Colorado. 

Changes in the weather are much more threatening. 

This is today: 

Notice the branches ALL OVER the ground. A combination of heavy, wet snow and leafy, still-thinking-it's-autumn-trees caused tree limbs all over the city to break and fall. 

If my house did not look so darn cute in the snow, I might be mad. 

Feels like I travel, but I never arrive.

I've been wanting to write for a while. I've been afraid to, because I've found myself in a semester where I've been avidly listening to lies as opposed to the truth. I don't want to give anything that is not true the time to marinate in my mind by writing about it, but I've found it is probably a good idea to process anyway.

I am not a processor. 

Life is a lot easier for me when I quickly move on from things. But there is a difference between dwelling on the past and remembering. 

Behold, I am doing a new thing; now it springs forth. 

Do you not perceive it? 

I will make a way in the wilderness  

and rivers in the desert. 

In other news, this song is controlling my life.