Thoughts
Beauty and emptiness
A friend of mine recently filled out one of those survey things on her blog. You know, all sorts of questions about life. One of the questions was, “When was the last time you felt beautiful?” It hit me like a cannon ball in the chest: I cannot recall the last time I felt beautiful….
Snapshot in the dark
It is the middle of the night. It is almost 2am. It is dark. It is dark outside, and it is dark inside. I am in my pajamas. I am in my bed. My bed is a pull-out couch. My hair is in a ponytail. The covers are twisted, and I can’t find the sheet….
Seven things
1) The sound of nails on a chalkboard evokes an immediate reflexive response in me: I instantly, and without thinking, put my fingertips in my mouth. It might make more sense to cover my ears, but you can’t argue with “natural tendency.” It must be evolution. 2) I am a consolidator. I cannot stand to…
Coming up rosey
On my kitchen counter sits a Mason jar. In this jar you will currently find the bridal bouquet from a wedding that I recently attended; how I wound up with the bouquet is beyond me. If there is anything at a wedding that I hate more than the unity candle, it is the bouquet toss…
Utopia
Perhaps it is futile to aspire toward perfection. Nevertheless… In a perfect world:* Coffee and red wine would not stain teeth.* Gas would cost 10 cents/gallon.* Jobs would last 10 hours/week, and we would always leave fulfilled.* Bad haircuts would grow out in one day.* The black Macbook would not show fingerprints.* Checking accounts would…
The tedious act of occupation
My blogging idol, Dooce, used to blog about her workplace. However, she has also warned, “BE YE NOT SO STUPID,” as this fatal move was the kiss of death for her career, careening her down the path of being fired, having her name slandered, and creating many enemies. I guess I’ll take my chances. I…
Perambulation
The Honda is on the fritz again. Recently, I walked out of my apartment to the sight of the tailpipe hanging precariously off of the muffler. One little tap of my toe, and the tip of the pipe went clattering to the asphalt, effectively circumcising my car. And here, all along I thought she was…