In case you haven’t noticed, my March 2007 post Lisa Simpson is often on my Top Posts list (see left column.) This is because the most common search term used to get to my site is “lisa simpson naked.” So even though this blog is riddled with thoughtful prose, tortured poetry and personal musings, what really matters is seeing cartoons in their birthday suits. I considered being upset in a philosophically profound way, but then I realized that the thought of Lisa Simpson’s ta-ta’s was gaining me readership. So thanks, Lis. One man’s trash is [a great way to get to] another man’s treasure.
M&Ms and Chex Mix Tuesday, Feb 5 2008
Apartment 9:09 am
“I’ve not as yet found one hobby that would absorb me completely when I’m not working, but I have just bought a new apartment and didn’t quite bargain for the amount of effort and time and money that that absorbs.” - Hugh Dancy
I’m sitting in my new apartment, eating soup and drinking lemonade. Though I’ve been here just a few days, it already feels homey and cozy, mostly because my mother was obsessed with hanging every picture up on the first day. I don’t know what else to report – it’s just like any other place, except that it’s all mine. Two bedrooms, one bathroom, a couch in the living room and candles everywhere.
I am, however, open to decorating ideas. Leave a comment and share any fun decorating idea you’ve come across. I’m counting on you.
The Crying Game Sunday, Jan 27 2008
Self-Portrait 8:53 pm
it feels really good to cry
by myself
in my own home
without anyone walking in
asking what’s wrong
because it’s good to cry
without definition
Purging Thursday, Jan 10 2008
Growth and New York and Self-Portrait and Wisconsin 2:21 pm
It feels so good to purge your belongings. For me, it’s not just about more closet space, but it’s a cleansing ritual that begins with Chaos and ends with Order. With each item, I am deciding my Destiny. Am I the kind of woman who owns this? Who wears this? Who cares about this? After relocating twelve times in the past 4 years, it has become basic routine to cut down and cut back, then cut out. I was going to move to New York. I was going to be decidedly Poor and decidedly Happy. Now I am back in the trap of Midwest Materialism and I buy t-shirts instead of seeing Broadway plays. My mind strives for Simplicity but fails to find it in the midst of this constant disarray. I vow that with this change of locations will also come a change of Lifestyle. More Creation. Better Nutrition. Stronger Conviction.
Rearview Mirror Wednesday, Oct 10 2007
Random 8:42 am
Sometimes I wish college never happened. That there were no memories from those 4 years. Kind of in the same way I wish I’d never been to Europe. If I’d never visited Paris, I wouldn’t think about it, dream about it, remember its smells and sites and feelings. Lately I’ve been missing college in the same way – the feeling of walking into class, the leaves in an Indiana autumn, having coffee with Jordan, staying up all night to write a paper…If all that had never happened, I wouldn’t miss them so much, long for them so much, crave it all so much.
I feel like I’ve lost my two best friends.
Early Riser Thursday, Sep 27 2007
Growth and Self-Portrait 9:35 am
When did I become such an early riser? Seems like in my younger days you couldn’t force me to sleep before 3 am nor coerce me awake before noon. Now, though I rarely have a commitment to rise for, I am functioning hours and hours earlier than ever imagined. (And going to bed hours and hours earlier, I might mention.) Is this the definition of “growing up”?
I’ve always been ready for that next stage in my life long before it actually happened. Sophomore year of high school, when the rest of my older friends were going off to college, I was more ready to be there than half of them. I was sick of teen queens, worthless classes and an 8 to 4 that was governed by bells. I’d visit their universities, edit their latest writing assignments and wonder why I was being punished with two more years of an immature hell. Senior year of college, when my friends and acquaintances were still decorating in “college chic” – John Belushi posters, Corona lights and futons – my apartment was a shrine to Hobby Lobby, with real framed pictures and intricacies that were charming, not chintzy. I cooked real meals, avoided the Walk of Shame and graduated on time. And now, while just-out-of-college yuppies wake up with hang-overs every morning and are busy declaring what they think is their independence, I take walks downtown, attend community events and start book clubs.
I’m tired of feeling like I’m always one step ahead of my environment. I am forever outgrowing my life and will push ahead with zeal for the next adventure. This is probably why I can leave friends, cities and lifestyles behind at the drop of a hat. I’m moving too quickly and you need to keep up.
“I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving…We must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it, but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes
