Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
And All Good Things Must End...
I have officially finished both working at DTI and my internship (except for the essay and forms I need to do and send in to Rick Smith at the SCC...)! It's a bittersweet period of my life at the moment. While I absolutely loved working at both places this summer, and will definitely miss the wonderful people I worked with, I am really looking forward to the next chapter of my life that will begin once I leave to go to Granada. It is going to be amazing.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Extra! Extra! Read all about it!
I have a new blog for the time I will be in Granada, Spain. Check, check it out!
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Baby alligators in the sewers grow up fast
I guess I owe Ruthie an apology. For as long as I can remember, she has told me of the magnificence of Radiohead, and while I have listened to my fair share of their songs, I never gave them the benefit of the doubt.
For whatever reason I picked I chose tonight to rectify this, and I have found many things to be new truths to add to my life:
So I have come up with a list of bands who I enjoy listening to as I pour my brain onto the page. They are as follows:
What a wonderful evening. And again, Radiohead, please accept my apologies.
For whatever reason I picked I chose tonight to rectify this, and I have found many things to be new truths to add to my life:
1. Radiohead is amazing, even if I am still unsure of what I think about Thom Yorke's singing voice.
2. Their album Go to Sleep is short, but definitely sweet.
3. I like all of Amnesiac, except for the last song, Like Spinning Plates. However, the live version on I Might Be Wrong: Live Recordings I do love very much.
4. I really like The Bends. Like, almost to the point where it is unsafe.
5. I find the music of both Radiohead and Muse to be excellent to listen to whilst writing. Which is what I have been doing. It really gets the brain juices flowing.
So I have come up with a list of bands who I enjoy listening to as I pour my brain onto the page. They are as follows:
1. Radiohead (as previously mentioned)
2. Muse (also, as previously mentioned)
3. Deathcab for Cutie
4. Regina Spektor
5. Sigur Ros
6. Jack Johnson
7. Coldplay
and 8. Anathallo
What a wonderful evening. And again, Radiohead, please accept my apologies.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Not What the Greeks Intended
This morning, when I woke up (with my awesome chest cold, strep throat, and fever) I did what I always go...open Firefox and skim Yahoo News before I head over to read my e-mail. I am usually a little over eager to get to my e-mail so I don't sit and read articles until later, but today one article in particular caught my attention.
After reading this, I was dumbfounded. I realize that China may not agree with the position that Cheek has taken on the Darfur issue, but even during the times of the Ancient Olympic Games, the basis was that "armies were forbidden from entering Olympia, wars were suspended and legal disputes and the use of the death penalty were forbidden. The truce was primarily designed to allow athletes and visitors to travel safely to the games".
Shouldn't this be the standard today?
I know the U.S. boycotted the Moscow Olympics in 1980, I know. Mr. Piro, my English teacher in High School, was set to participate. This boycott has become a dark part of his life, it seems, because he carries the bitterness with him every day of his life. He continues to run and coach girl's cross-country year after year, and I don't know how he does it.
I just feel as if these boycotts and instances of visa revocation are not quite what the Greeks had intended for their games when they began so many years ago. I think they wanted the games to be a time of peace where nations could come together and compete with sheer athleticism and skill, a time where nations come to flex their political muscles and boast their economic superiority. I realize the US is a far cry from the perfect nation, and many would claim that Americans are a bunch of warmongers, and our nation has a history of grudges against China (think Sen. John McCarthy's Red Scare) but the Olympics are supposed to be above all that.
But I guess that would be in an idyllic world, and not the one we live in. Maybe someday.
After reading this, I was dumbfounded. I realize that China may not agree with the position that Cheek has taken on the Darfur issue, but even during the times of the Ancient Olympic Games, the basis was that "armies were forbidden from entering Olympia, wars were suspended and legal disputes and the use of the death penalty were forbidden. The truce was primarily designed to allow athletes and visitors to travel safely to the games".
Shouldn't this be the standard today?
I know the U.S. boycotted the Moscow Olympics in 1980, I know. Mr. Piro, my English teacher in High School, was set to participate. This boycott has become a dark part of his life, it seems, because he carries the bitterness with him every day of his life. He continues to run and coach girl's cross-country year after year, and I don't know how he does it.
I just feel as if these boycotts and instances of visa revocation are not quite what the Greeks had intended for their games when they began so many years ago. I think they wanted the games to be a time of peace where nations could come together and compete with sheer athleticism and skill, a time where nations come to flex their political muscles and boast their economic superiority. I realize the US is a far cry from the perfect nation, and many would claim that Americans are a bunch of warmongers, and our nation has a history of grudges against China (think Sen. John McCarthy's Red Scare) but the Olympics are supposed to be above all that.
But I guess that would be in an idyllic world, and not the one we live in. Maybe someday.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Words, Wonderful Words
I just finished reading a book of short stories my friend Leah lent me, and I absolutely loved it! It is called Read This and Tell Me What It Says by A. Manette Ansay. There are so many stories that strike a chord with me, and it only makes sense considering they all are supposed to take place in the midwest, hence she was awarded the Great Lakes Book Award.
Here is an excerpt that I found especially wonderful:
The sun began rising; one bloody knuckle peeked over the horizon and the flooded fields took up the color until the land around the house burned wild fire...The south edge of the lawn is still under water, and the fields reflect the sacred underbellies of the apple trees, the harsh coin of the sun rippling between them. A few straggly rows of corn grip the high ground, but for the most part the crop is gone, the season's seed lost to the sky.
Though the language is simple, it is beautiful, and that is what I love so much about writing. The beauty that can be conveyed simply through a few simple, choice words is something that I hope to be able to embody, and help others to do when I become a book editor. Words truly are powerful, though unfortunately their power is lost on most. How sad.
Here is an excerpt that I found especially wonderful:
The sun began rising; one bloody knuckle peeked over the horizon and the flooded fields took up the color until the land around the house burned wild fire...The south edge of the lawn is still under water, and the fields reflect the sacred underbellies of the apple trees, the harsh coin of the sun rippling between them. A few straggly rows of corn grip the high ground, but for the most part the crop is gone, the season's seed lost to the sky.
Though the language is simple, it is beautiful, and that is what I love so much about writing. The beauty that can be conveyed simply through a few simple, choice words is something that I hope to be able to embody, and help others to do when I become a book editor. Words truly are powerful, though unfortunately their power is lost on most. How sad.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
When I Bring my Glitterlimes to the Party People Freak Out!
So my summer at the Journal has been really amazing so far. I thoroughly enjoy the time I spend there doing all sorts of odds and ends, projects, etc. But my favorite thing so far has been the random things that we laugh about and share with each other.
Like this!
Mairead e-mailed this to me in response to a bag of dried Persimmons Rupal and I left for her on her desk. I had typed up a whole bunch of workshop pieces for her, and at the end of the e-mail to which they were attached, I told her to "watch out for those persimmons."
I found this website absolutely hilarious. The fact that anyone would pay $70 for a glitter keylime bracelet is beyond me, but if they have the money for that kind of thing...more power to them. Take a look at the glitter persimmons if you have no idea what they actually look like. They're actually kind of pretty. The picture of the guy modeling the glitter persimmons pin, however...kind of a creepster. I'm just sayin'...
I did, however, find the rings to be cute, as well as the bobby pins. But I don't think I am willing to fork over money for some dried up fruit with glitter on it.
...in fact, I may be able to make something like that myself. I will have to look into it. Possibly project?
Like this!
Mairead e-mailed this to me in response to a bag of dried Persimmons Rupal and I left for her on her desk. I had typed up a whole bunch of workshop pieces for her, and at the end of the e-mail to which they were attached, I told her to "watch out for those persimmons."
I found this website absolutely hilarious. The fact that anyone would pay $70 for a glitter keylime bracelet is beyond me, but if they have the money for that kind of thing...more power to them. Take a look at the glitter persimmons if you have no idea what they actually look like. They're actually kind of pretty. The picture of the guy modeling the glitter persimmons pin, however...kind of a creepster. I'm just sayin'...
I did, however, find the rings to be cute, as well as the bobby pins. But I don't think I am willing to fork over money for some dried up fruit with glitter on it.
...in fact, I may be able to make something like that myself. I will have to look into it. Possibly project?
Monday, June 9, 2008
J-O-T What?!
I started my internship with the Journal of Ordinary Thought near the University of Chicago campus! Even though I didn't do a whole lot today, I did, however, go through the entire website (twice) because it was just re-done and a bunch of apostrophes were missing, and I needed to check for other things that may be wrong with the site as well. It didn't take too much time, and then I was off to read through the manuscript of the next edition of the journal they're putting out sometime in the very near future! All very exciting (as I am a word nerd of sorts). And to top it off, the three women--Carrie, Rupal, and Mairead--are wonderful. I've never met a group of the most welcoming women in my life. It made me really happy to know they really do want to get to know me, and immerse me into this magazine.
I may have actually made the correct career decision people!
I've always been intrigued as to why certain people gravitate toward certain jobs, and bolt from others. What is it that, early in their lives, made them more prone to deviating one way or another? Is it really just a right brain/left brain thing? Familial influences? Societal? Cultural? A mixture of all of these? Who's to say we aren't destined for a certain career path from the day we are born?
But then there are those (maybe even the vast majority of society) who never truly find that career that fulfills the hopes and dreams they may have possessed sometime during their early lives. In fact, I'd argue that more often than not, our society is filled with individuals who are completely unfulfilled with their current job, but somehow never decide to take that jump and risk everything to find something different. Something better. Is it because of the security? Probably. But is that security really worth a lifetime of unhappiness with your job (which fills up most of your adult life)? Maybe, but this makes me uneasy.
Considering I am just getting my feet wet in the work realm, I don't have enough experience to say. I have a lifetime to figure out these answers, though no matter what, my answers will always differ from another. That's just how life is.
I may have actually made the correct career decision people!
I've always been intrigued as to why certain people gravitate toward certain jobs, and bolt from others. What is it that, early in their lives, made them more prone to deviating one way or another? Is it really just a right brain/left brain thing? Familial influences? Societal? Cultural? A mixture of all of these? Who's to say we aren't destined for a certain career path from the day we are born?
But then there are those (maybe even the vast majority of society) who never truly find that career that fulfills the hopes and dreams they may have possessed sometime during their early lives. In fact, I'd argue that more often than not, our society is filled with individuals who are completely unfulfilled with their current job, but somehow never decide to take that jump and risk everything to find something different. Something better. Is it because of the security? Probably. But is that security really worth a lifetime of unhappiness with your job (which fills up most of your adult life)? Maybe, but this makes me uneasy.
Considering I am just getting my feet wet in the work realm, I don't have enough experience to say. I have a lifetime to figure out these answers, though no matter what, my answers will always differ from another. That's just how life is.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Seeee you later!
As my vacation auto-send e-mail message states:
Hey--
I hate to break it to you, but I am on a short hiatus with the study abroad program until June 7th. I will try to get back to you before then, but if I don't have computer access until then, I apologize.
And yes, I will tell the Irish hello for you.
And never fear, I will tell the Irish hello for all of you who actually tune in here for sure.
...it still hasn't really hit me, but I am tired and thus, it is time for sleep. And to enhance the excitement:
Hey--
I hate to break it to you, but I am on a short hiatus with the study abroad program until June 7th. I will try to get back to you before then, but if I don't have computer access until then, I apologize.
And yes, I will tell the Irish hello for you.
And never fear, I will tell the Irish hello for all of you who actually tune in here for sure.
...it still hasn't really hit me, but I am tired and thus, it is time for sleep. And to enhance the excitement:
Friday, May 9, 2008
Welcome Home Spring 2009!
I am super excited! Drum roll please...the house I will be living in from Spring 2009(once I return from Spain)-May 2010!!! And there will be much rejoicing. :)
Friday, April 18, 2008
I'm slipping in between you and your big dreams...it's always you in my big dreams, and you tell me that its over...
I just cannot stop listening to this song. It's so beautiful, and it very much summarizes what I have been feeling for the past month and a half since things kind of went sour...sorry I disappeared for so long because of it.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
More Poetry Fun
For my creative writing class, we have to thumb through our text book, Poets of the New Century, and select different poets whose work we are drawn to and really like, and write one page (single-spaced, size 12 Times New Roman font) responses that analyze the pieces and describe why you are drawn to them.
One of the poets who really struck me was Billy Collins. There are five of his pieces in the anthology, all of them so wonderful that, if it were practical, I would post them all for you. Instead, I will just post one, Genius, and then give you links to the rest to read at your leisure.
One of the poets who really struck me was Billy Collins. There are five of his pieces in the anthology, all of them so wonderful that, if it were practical, I would post them all for you. Instead, I will just post one, Genius, and then give you links to the rest to read at your leisure.
Genius
is standing by the stove in a bathrobe
stirring the soup with a long wooden spoon.
Earlier in the afternoon he was busy
in the margins of a heavy book
and tonight he will step inside a molecule
or wade into the deep pool of calculus.
But now there is only the pot of vegetable soup,
the circling of the spoon,
the easy rotation of the wrist
and the aroma of onion, bay, and rosemary -
just the kind of moment when a brainstorm
might roll in over the ridge of the valley.
Not when you are holding your head in your hands,
but when you are cutting carrots,
troweling soil into a clay pot,
or washing a glass in the sink,
You look up and see a cloud in the window,
and then there is only you,
the glass underwater, and the cloud -
now clearly in the shape of an astonishing idea.
The rest of the poems are as follows:
The Country, a lovely poem of a mouse and his interactions with a match.
Absence, an anthropomorphic look at chess pieces.
Velocity, the thoughts of a wannabe journalist
and Today, a perfect spring day with a twist.
stirring the soup with a long wooden spoon.
Earlier in the afternoon he was busy
in the margins of a heavy book
and tonight he will step inside a molecule
or wade into the deep pool of calculus.
But now there is only the pot of vegetable soup,
the circling of the spoon,
the easy rotation of the wrist
and the aroma of onion, bay, and rosemary -
just the kind of moment when a brainstorm
might roll in over the ridge of the valley.
Not when you are holding your head in your hands,
but when you are cutting carrots,
troweling soil into a clay pot,
or washing a glass in the sink,
You look up and see a cloud in the window,
and then there is only you,
the glass underwater, and the cloud -
now clearly in the shape of an astonishing idea.
The rest of the poems are as follows:
The Country, a lovely poem of a mouse and his interactions with a match.
Absence, an anthropomorphic look at chess pieces.
Velocity, the thoughts of a wannabe journalist
and Today, a perfect spring day with a twist.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
My Latest Assignment for ENG 307
For my ENG 307 class (Creative Writing II with Kevin Stein, the IL Poet Laureate!!) we were assigned to follow Jim Simmerman's "Twenty Little Poetry Projects" to create our own poem, using Simmerman's poem "Moon Go Away, I Don't Love You No More" as an example. I really liked mine, so I posted it for all to read. Enjoy.
Remembrance With a Cup of Tea
wafting in the breeze of the solstice morning.
out the French doors to your backyard patio and Gerber daisy garden.
Their magenta petals glisten in the morning dew, spewing
rosy pinches of light into the air of daybreak.
Air that feels soft like the cotton that
fills your mouth when you’re nervous,
similar to the unbearable terror that you felt
in Mrs. Vandernaald-Johnson’s speech class
when you still lived in
Mr. Macabobby not Mrs. Vandernaald-Johnson.
The books in the family library sat
gathering inches of dander-filled dust
overlooked by the “overpaid, worthless, bumbling” maid, Juanita
much to the dismay of my rich, unappreciative
proverbial, cackling evil step-mother.
The very same who refused to allow
any of us to let our freak flags fly,
her personality dry due
to repeated bleaching of her naturally mousy hair.
I would build my house out of chocolate
if I lived in
my younger sister would tell me each time “the witch”
would press the immense desert of our patience.
We were as happy as a freshly stubbed toe in that house,
so we drifted out into the night air,
quietly floating above the clouds,
amongst the stars that tasted sweet like sugar granules.
Missy Lou and her sister
starring as Peter Pan and Wendy Darling:
We know that growing up is something
only the foolish do in their spare time.
On nights it rained, the puncturing droplets
poked holes in our imaginations in the midst of our dreams
of a candy-coated wonderland. The sugary sweet aroma
sliding into our nostrils and straight down to our stomachs
filling us more than a Thanksgiving meal.
Our thoughts would have another day to wait so our souls could rest.
Tu ausencia me devora entero el corazón---
screams embraced us with bony arms
while the portraits on the walls covered their ears,
shifting their gaze the other way
The achromatic a cappella raining down on us,
flooding out the burgeoning gardens of our thoughts.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Warning: If you are a guy and easily creeped out by women discussing "that time of the month," turn back now!
I came upon this treasure the other day, thanks to an away message one of my friends from school had up. Not only do I find it highly amazing and hysterical, but it is also very true.
How did anyone in their right mind think that the slogan "Have a Happy Period" was a good idea? I mean maybe in theory, and at first glance, it does sound like a wonderful, positive slogan and not the "moronic message on a maxi pad" as Ms. Aarons so claims. I suppose it seems logical for a company to want their clients to be happy using their products, but you would think that since the company deals with the menstrual cycle they would take extra care.
But then again if Proctor and Gamble (the company who manufactures Always Maxipads_ is run by Alan G. Lafley: Chairman, President, and CEO, James R. Stengel:Executive, Jorge P. Montoya: Executive, Clayton C. Daley, Jr.: Vice Chairman, Bruce L. Byrnes: Vice Chairman, and the sole woman (FINALLY) Susan E. Arnold: Global Business President, it's no wonder they don't realize that their slogan is completely worthless. And with how sexist corporate America is, it barely matters that Susan is the Global Business President. What do you think the odds really are that she supported "Have a Happy Period" and that it wasn't then men who decided this slogan was great and didn't listen to her two cents on the issue?
Oh if I could've been a fly on the wall during that pitch...
How did anyone in their right mind think that the slogan "Have a Happy Period" was a good idea? I mean maybe in theory, and at first glance, it does sound like a wonderful, positive slogan and not the "moronic message on a maxi pad" as Ms. Aarons so claims. I suppose it seems logical for a company to want their clients to be happy using their products, but you would think that since the company deals with the menstrual cycle they would take extra care.
But then again if Proctor and Gamble (the company who manufactures Always Maxipads_ is run by Alan G. Lafley: Chairman, President, and CEO, James R. Stengel:Executive, Jorge P. Montoya: Executive, Clayton C. Daley, Jr.: Vice Chairman, Bruce L. Byrnes: Vice Chairman, and the sole woman (FINALLY) Susan E. Arnold: Global Business President, it's no wonder they don't realize that their slogan is completely worthless. And with how sexist corporate America is, it barely matters that Susan is the Global Business President. What do you think the odds really are that she supported "Have a Happy Period" and that it wasn't then men who decided this slogan was great and didn't listen to her two cents on the issue?
Oh if I could've been a fly on the wall during that pitch...
Monday, March 17, 2008
They Were Here First
I Don't Know by Justin Nozuka
All the rhythm in my soul is gone... I'm in trouble
With so much worry on my mind
And lost.. can't find the way to go
I don't know
Left or right, or up or down
In or out or do I turn around
I don't know
But this is killing me
Is this the way that it's supposed to be
I feel like I am going crazy
This is not me
I may be here tomorrow
But I don't know
I don't know
I may be here tomorrow
Who knows
I don't know
I'm feeling so down, down, down, down
that I'm way under the ground
yeah yeah yeah
said im feeling so down, down, down, down
That i'm way under the ground
That i'm way under the ground
Let that cloud of rain come over my head
And pour all over me
Purify my body, spirit and mind
I never meant it to turn out like this
I'm a mess with no way out of this loneliness
No way, see I've walked through every single doorway
No way, I've driven down every single highway
No way, I'm swimming through the oceans, rivers, lakes and bays
There's no way
Oh I've tried his way and her way and my way
There's still no way
I may be here tomorrow, but I don't know
I don't know
I may be here tomorrow, but who knows
See I don't know because
I've been feeling so down, so down
That I'm way under the ground
See see, I'm way under the ground
I'm feeling so down, down, down, down, down
I'm way under the ground (I'm way under the ground)
Oh so when the sun comes up I'll still be down
Because I still ain't got nobody here around
To lift me off my hands and knees
I'm begging mercy, mercy, mercy
When the moon comes up I'll still be down
Because I still ain't got nobody else around
To lift me off my hands and knees
I'm screaming mercy, mercy
Oh I may be here tomorrow
But I don't know
See I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I may be here tomorrow
But I don't know
I don't know
I find this song to be absolutely wonderful. I honestly can't stop listening to it, and it definitely reminds me of when I listened to Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek on constant repeat this summer.
...which I have just put on and am loving it.
The power of music is incredible.
All the rhythm in my soul is gone... I'm in trouble
With so much worry on my mind
And lost.. can't find the way to go
I don't know
Left or right, or up or down
In or out or do I turn around
I don't know
But this is killing me
Is this the way that it's supposed to be
I feel like I am going crazy
This is not me
I may be here tomorrow
But I don't know
I don't know
I may be here tomorrow
Who knows
I don't know
I'm feeling so down, down, down, down
that I'm way under the ground
yeah yeah yeah
said im feeling so down, down, down, down
That i'm way under the ground
That i'm way under the ground
Let that cloud of rain come over my head
And pour all over me
Purify my body, spirit and mind
I never meant it to turn out like this
I'm a mess with no way out of this loneliness
No way, see I've walked through every single doorway
No way, I've driven down every single highway
No way, I'm swimming through the oceans, rivers, lakes and bays
There's no way
Oh I've tried his way and her way and my way
There's still no way
I may be here tomorrow, but I don't know
I don't know
I may be here tomorrow, but who knows
See I don't know because
I've been feeling so down, so down
That I'm way under the ground
See see, I'm way under the ground
I'm feeling so down, down, down, down, down
I'm way under the ground (I'm way under the ground)
Oh so when the sun comes up I'll still be down
Because I still ain't got nobody here around
To lift me off my hands and knees
I'm begging mercy, mercy, mercy
When the moon comes up I'll still be down
Because I still ain't got nobody else around
To lift me off my hands and knees
I'm screaming mercy, mercy
Oh I may be here tomorrow
But I don't know
See I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I may be here tomorrow
But I don't know
I don't know
I find this song to be absolutely wonderful. I honestly can't stop listening to it, and it definitely reminds me of when I listened to Imogen Heap's Hide and Seek on constant repeat this summer.
...which I have just put on and am loving it.
The power of music is incredible.
Sunday, March 16, 2008
To Dissuade Flug Frying Pans...
I just read a wonderful article (and by wonderful I mean surprisingly accurate and funny).
Give it a spin and see what you think. I know that I definitely go berserk when a guy tells me to relax when I am worked up. The one that always, always gets me, however, is #3: "It's up to you."
Seriously? It doesn't matter to me whether the other half of this conversation is male or female, when someone tells me this I honestly feel like they want me to choose simply because of their laziness. Is knocking out one possibility that achingly difficult?
I'd argue to the contrary.
I'd feel much better and secure about choosing if I have at least the tiniest bit of input from the other party. I like making sure everyone is included so there is no harboring of resentment for not eating something they wanted.
People do tend to do this sometimes, you know.
So watch out. Here's your fair warning never to tell me "It's up to you."
Give it a spin and see what you think. I know that I definitely go berserk when a guy tells me to relax when I am worked up. The one that always, always gets me, however, is #3: "It's up to you."
Seriously? It doesn't matter to me whether the other half of this conversation is male or female, when someone tells me this I honestly feel like they want me to choose simply because of their laziness. Is knocking out one possibility that achingly difficult?
I'd argue to the contrary.
I'd feel much better and secure about choosing if I have at least the tiniest bit of input from the other party. I like making sure everyone is included so there is no harboring of resentment for not eating something they wanted.
People do tend to do this sometimes, you know.
So watch out. Here's your fair warning never to tell me "It's up to you."
Fresh Beginning
I already have gone through every type of blog imaginable it seems: Xanga, Myspace (if you even include that), Livejournal...
What's amazing to me is that it is hard to even tell who is reading things about you on the internet, yet somehow I am still compelled to blog away anyway.
The fact that none of this will ever be permanently erased and will forever be able in public access surprisingly doesn't bother me.
Perhaps it's the fact that I don't find myself or my random outbursts of thought too exciting, though, yes, amusing.
Regardless, here I am. Starting over again. I don't promise anything spectacular, but at least I am going to give it a shot and actually blog correctly. Not just FOR three specific people under the guise of a blog (when its really more like an off-kilter e-mail of sorts), but for the general public. I will post things that happen to me, happen around me, happen to other people that amuse me. That's the plan.
Let's hope this works. Now cross your fingers, clasp hands, and get ready to jump!
...is your heart beating quickly with adrenaline yet?
What's amazing to me is that it is hard to even tell who is reading things about you on the internet, yet somehow I am still compelled to blog away anyway.
The fact that none of this will ever be permanently erased and will forever be able in public access surprisingly doesn't bother me.
Perhaps it's the fact that I don't find myself or my random outbursts of thought too exciting, though, yes, amusing.
Regardless, here I am. Starting over again. I don't promise anything spectacular, but at least I am going to give it a shot and actually blog correctly. Not just FOR three specific people under the guise of a blog (when its really more like an off-kilter e-mail of sorts), but for the general public. I will post things that happen to me, happen around me, happen to other people that amuse me. That's the plan.
Let's hope this works. Now cross your fingers, clasp hands, and get ready to jump!
...is your heart beating quickly with adrenaline yet?
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