Just a spoonful of sugar
I must try to remember that I shouldn’t ridicule someone for having a dream - even if that dream is to be famous for doing something that someone is obviously incapable of doing. It’s all sour grapes with me anyway. I’ve never kept any one dream long enough to make real progress or to obviously fail. Cheers to all the folks who keep plodding away towards obvious failure! You’re doing more than I’ve ever done.
Carry on my wayward son
You’d think three years of educational torture and around 100k in debt would buy you some job security. Unfortunately, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Three of my friends have been laid off recently. It’s times like this when I’m glad I work for the Man.
I’m still a rockstar.
I have a tendency to have underwhelming birthday celebrations. Just to cut off any well-intentioned birthday fête attempts for the big 3-0, I’ve decided it’s probably best to plan to be out of town. The big problem is the timing. Late August isn’t nice anywhere. I’d planned for my next big trip to be Argentina. But, not only will it cost a fortune to get there, it will be the end of winter. Maybe the weather wouldn’t be that bad. But, there are certainly far nicer times to visit Buenos Aires. August is a dismal time to visit Europe, too. All the Europeans are on vacation. And, the ones who aren’t certainly aren’t happy about it. I probably don’t have the money or the time for a good trip to Asia.
Suggestions?
When we found it, it was divine
I’ve been looking for a new apartment for about three months now. I’ve seen a variety of victorian beauties with crown molding, hardwood floors and nonfunctional fireplaces. I still haven’t found a place. And, I realize that sometimes I really hate this city.
I’m swimming to get you
Last night, I attended my first elementary Russian class at City College. There’s no particular reason for taking Russian. I took both Spanish and French in college. I even minored in Spanish. I flirted with learning Dutch while I was in the Netherlands. I just enjoy learning foreign languages. I don’t use any of these languages for work. They won’t help me get ahead in my current job. But, I like the idea of being able to communicate. I like the idea of going to Russia and not being completely confused. I like the idea of removing the barriers between us. I like sounding Russian and want to introduce myself as Svetlana with a convincing accent to strangers in bars.
You can’t always get what you want
Now that I’ve made up my mind to move, I wish I could move right away.
Left behind a suitcase in Helsinki full of things I want to set on fire
I’ve put my misanthrophy on hiatus. I’m finally tired of living alone. I’ve done it for years. After a series of roommates so insane that I considered covering the walls of their rooms in rubber, I found a place to live all by myself. And, I loved it. I decorated it. I wandered around in my underwear. I watched what I wanted on television and only cleaned when I felt like it.
Sure, when you live alone, no one is going to eat all your chips or leave their dirty dishes in the sink for weeks on end except you. But, living alone isn’t perfect either. It’s more expensive. And, it’s lonely. Sometimes, human interaction is good — even if it just reaffirms your basic belief that people are crazy and annoying.
It’s a you and me house
Not so long ago, I swore off all media that might make me feel sad. Obviously, this eliminates a lot of music and movies that I’d otherwise definitely consume. But, at least I’ll always have Scandinavian pop.
Sweet Caroline, Bom Bom Bom
My favourite things on the internet lately are Missed Connections on Craigslist.org, Cuteoverload.com, and Engadget.
I find myself defending Cuteoverload.com. Sure, it’s a website about photos of cute baby animals superimposed on a pink background of flying hampsters and all the captions are written in babytalk. But, Meg, the blog owner, is really good at the babytalk. And, I defy anyone to go to that website and not leave feeling better about the world and also slightly nauseated.
My former boss asserted that no woman could look at that site without ovulating instantly. Maybe it’s more of a fertility treatment than a blog.
I wrestled with pride on the floor
We have some good Southern sayings. One particular saying comes to mind: “He wasn’t worth the powder it would take to blow him to hell.” It applies to a lot of people.
What am I doing?
- I just learned that Mussolini coined the term "totalitarianism." Thanks Twitter.