Day 56..
Borders bookstore is going out of business and I desperately want to shop for some half off retail price books. Although, books might not seem to fit in with the whole essence of a shopping hiatus - there is a plentiful amount of the sitting unread on the bookshelf. Many of which are ARC's and therefore cost me nothing. If you are unaware of what an ARC is, they are Advanced Reader Copies, and I manage to be on the right internet sites at the right time and have had the pleasure of being rewarded with several. I love to read, but until I finish the ones sitting in wait I have to argue that it goes against the intent of my giving up shopping. I am not going to learn the value of the dollar (and more selfishly save up for a brand new car!) if I give myself loopholes.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
Day 5-0
I've made it 50 days without purchasing anything apparel or beauty related (with the exception of my first month's freebie).
How does it feel?
Well, right now after spending the last month or so seeing the flutter of award show images of girls in pretty dresses take over the internet (and my Twitter-feed)..It feels pretty shitty.
I've never considered myself a slave to fashion, but shopping is so much more than that for me. It's the most convenient way to relieve stress and put a smile of my face. I used to reward myself for going to class by picking up a lovely gift on the way to the last class of the week. This got me through the first semester of grad school (and is something I credit for my perfect attendance in this round of schooling). Ironic since if I had attended the majority of my undergrad classes, I might not have needed to go back and further my education - but hindsight is 20/20.
The idea of finding a "sponsor" for this non-shopping endeavor seems to be taking up constant attention in my frontal lobe (or maybe whatever lobe is responsible for such thoughts). I wonder if a magazine editor would take pity on my quest and trade clothes for reviews? The more I contemplate the idea, the more I think it's a perfectly reasonable request.
It looks like this hiatus may be extended, my car is making a squeak and I'm foreseeing a new car in the nearer future..Oh lovely pieces o' clothes and fashionable footwear - you may have to wait a bit longer to find your way home to my closet ::tears::
How does it feel?
Well, right now after spending the last month or so seeing the flutter of award show images of girls in pretty dresses take over the internet (and my Twitter-feed)..It feels pretty shitty.
I've never considered myself a slave to fashion, but shopping is so much more than that for me. It's the most convenient way to relieve stress and put a smile of my face. I used to reward myself for going to class by picking up a lovely gift on the way to the last class of the week. This got me through the first semester of grad school (and is something I credit for my perfect attendance in this round of schooling). Ironic since if I had attended the majority of my undergrad classes, I might not have needed to go back and further my education - but hindsight is 20/20.
The idea of finding a "sponsor" for this non-shopping endeavor seems to be taking up constant attention in my frontal lobe (or maybe whatever lobe is responsible for such thoughts). I wonder if a magazine editor would take pity on my quest and trade clothes for reviews? The more I contemplate the idea, the more I think it's a perfectly reasonable request.
It looks like this hiatus may be extended, my car is making a squeak and I'm foreseeing a new car in the nearer future..Oh lovely pieces o' clothes and fashionable footwear - you may have to wait a bit longer to find your way home to my closet ::tears::
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Critical Review
After listening to the tape of my recent interview, several times, I have made a few crucial discoveries:
1. I use the word "like" an inordinate amount of time
2. My voice sounds much better in my head
3. I am noticeably more funny in person, or on paper, either or
1. I use the word "like" an inordinate amount of time
2. My voice sounds much better in my head
3. I am noticeably more funny in person, or on paper, either or
Friday, February 11, 2011
Me, Myself, and We
Do you ever talk to yourself when you workout?
Well, I do.
I have 2 styles of conversation that I follow to motivate myself [only while in the process of doing cardio, using an sort of weights or muscle building machine causes me severe pain and skews to thoughts dually trying to register in my mind].
1. Negotiations: I prefer this method during my stints on the elliptical. It sounds almost identical to a business meeting, except I play the roles of all sides involved. I like to trade workout time for promises of shopping, but since my current hiatus from that activity, I have to come up with new and exciting ways to move negotiations along. For example, "If you [and by you I mean me] keep your heart rate above 170 for the next 20 minutes, you [me] can procrastinate on that homework we're dreading until tomorrow" - which has replaced, "5 more minutes and you've earned that yummy pair of knee-high boots that would look great with that darling sweater you earned at our last meeting."
2. One-Up-Manship: On the treadmill, it's a different ball game. I'm currently, and possibly futilely, training myself to be a runner using the interval technique [also recommended to reduce the risk of Type II Diabetes]. The conversation with myself goes something like this:
"You only have to run at x speed for 1.5 minutes and than you can go back to walking for 3 minutes."
"Hell no! I'm going to run for 2 minutes, and only walk for 2.5, and than do it again"
It goes on like that for a half hour, until at which time I'm particularly sweaty gross, and both sides agree that cardio is accomplished for the day.
Well, I do.
I have 2 styles of conversation that I follow to motivate myself [only while in the process of doing cardio, using an sort of weights or muscle building machine causes me severe pain and skews to thoughts dually trying to register in my mind].
1. Negotiations: I prefer this method during my stints on the elliptical. It sounds almost identical to a business meeting, except I play the roles of all sides involved. I like to trade workout time for promises of shopping, but since my current hiatus from that activity, I have to come up with new and exciting ways to move negotiations along. For example, "If you [and by you I mean me] keep your heart rate above 170 for the next 20 minutes, you [me] can procrastinate on that homework we're dreading until tomorrow" - which has replaced, "5 more minutes and you've earned that yummy pair of knee-high boots that would look great with that darling sweater you earned at our last meeting."
2. One-Up-Manship: On the treadmill, it's a different ball game. I'm currently, and possibly futilely, training myself to be a runner using the interval technique [also recommended to reduce the risk of Type II Diabetes]. The conversation with myself goes something like this:
"You only have to run at x speed for 1.5 minutes and than you can go back to walking for 3 minutes."
"Hell no! I'm going to run for 2 minutes, and only walk for 2.5, and than do it again"
It goes on like that for a half hour, until at which time I'm particularly sweaty gross, and both sides agree that cardio is accomplished for the day.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
"I guess I'm an Actor"
I'm working on a 'popular article' that started out very much in the name of a grade, and has just blossomed into something so much more. That's such an ambiguous statement, but I'm not sure how else to frame it. I took a risk, I guess you can call it that, and asked someone that I have recently become very aware of and equally intrigued by to take a chance on me. I asked for an interview, pretty much on a whim, thinking the worst thing that could come out of was a harsh "hell no" type of scenario. Amazingly, he agreed, despite having no real reason to not assume I was a complete single-white-female-stalker chick and this wasn't going to turn into some sort of fatal attraction situation [besides my identifying myself as attached to a grad school, which I'm pretty sure he just took me by my word on].
Well I'm not [psychotic] and this isn't [daytime television].
I've already gotten so much out of the experience and I'm still knee deep in it. I like to think of myself as a fairly non-addictive personality - I don't even have the energy to play dress up for the Twilight midnight opening night, and I LOVE the series - but I am OBSESSED with this whole process.
Everything from the research, to the actual interview itself, to the combing through the recording [play.stop.rewind. repeat. repeat. repeat. play], to the first draft, to the complete overhaul I did this afternoon, and the critiques and edits, all of it. There's so much that goes in to writing a piece like this. Yes, in a sense you're still writing it for yourself and a particular audience [and in my case a professor standing in the way of an actual audience], but it's also about the subject. I'm doing a profile on an actual person, not an ambiguous object or a lofty idea/theory, and you want to be able to do that person justice; to really tell their story in a way that represents them honestly. There are so many positions and angles that you can take on a project like this, it's up to the writer to find a theme in the story and take a set of information and turn that into a 5 page or however long depiction of someone's life.
There's definitely a certain element of pressure, but it's quite thrilling and humbling at the same time. I'm very excited/eager to see what the end product looks like.
Well I'm not [psychotic] and this isn't [daytime television].
I've already gotten so much out of the experience and I'm still knee deep in it. I like to think of myself as a fairly non-addictive personality - I don't even have the energy to play dress up for the Twilight midnight opening night, and I LOVE the series - but I am OBSESSED with this whole process.
Everything from the research, to the actual interview itself, to the combing through the recording [play.stop.rewind. repeat. repeat. repeat. play], to the first draft, to the complete overhaul I did this afternoon, and the critiques and edits, all of it. There's so much that goes in to writing a piece like this. Yes, in a sense you're still writing it for yourself and a particular audience [and in my case a professor standing in the way of an actual audience], but it's also about the subject. I'm doing a profile on an actual person, not an ambiguous object or a lofty idea/theory, and you want to be able to do that person justice; to really tell their story in a way that represents them honestly. There are so many positions and angles that you can take on a project like this, it's up to the writer to find a theme in the story and take a set of information and turn that into a 5 page or however long depiction of someone's life.
There's definitely a certain element of pressure, but it's quite thrilling and humbling at the same time. I'm very excited/eager to see what the end product looks like.
Day 31 & 1/3
Dear Editors of People StyleWatch:
For the last six months (maybe longer) your magazine, which I insist on subscribing to as my own cheaper version of a look book, has been mediocre at best. This month however, the content was stellar.
Why are you doing this to me?!
As soon as I vow to increase my self awareness by going on an extended shopping hiatus, you hit me with this unsolicited melarky; plenty of diverse selection, varying costs, and a combination of simplistic styles and bright colors.
I am outraged.
Although you should know, as my monthly "freebie" I will be purchasing one of your recommendated (or sponsored) items; one of the 37 items I angrily marked..
Carry on and try not to let this happen again until at least May.
Respectfully Yours,
Elle
For the last six months (maybe longer) your magazine, which I insist on subscribing to as my own cheaper version of a look book, has been mediocre at best. This month however, the content was stellar.
Why are you doing this to me?!
As soon as I vow to increase my self awareness by going on an extended shopping hiatus, you hit me with this unsolicited melarky; plenty of diverse selection, varying costs, and a combination of simplistic styles and bright colors.
I am outraged.
Although you should know, as my monthly "freebie" I will be purchasing one of your recommendated (or sponsored) items; one of the 37 items I angrily marked..
Carry on and try not to let this happen again until at least May.
Respectfully Yours,
Elle
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Call Me, Bob
The prevailing theme that I ascribe to as of late is the idea that "even Mother Theresa had haters;" a quote I discovered in an unlikely location - the pages of Women's Health.
The exact quote [in case you didn't click on the link] goes like this:
I look to WH for many things, but life philosophy isn't generally one of them. So imagine my pleasant surprise one evening flipping through the October (?) issue and coming across this gem of advice. In fact, this might be one of the most intuitive thoughts-to-print I've even come across. It seems like this is one of those common sensical positions that is put into words in such an ironic way that you can't help but read it twice - which I did, and then I read it an extra time for good measure [and tweeted it, plus made it my facebook status]. Overkill perhaps, but sharing is caring.
I'm sure you've already realized that people spend a more than necessary amount of time obsessing over social relations, or their lack thereof. Even if you are someone who is generally liked, it is still plausible for there to be people who don't choose to jump on the bandwagon; and you just have to deal with it. You, however, do not have to talk, text, tweet, blog about it. People either will or won't like you either way.
Now some people may have an urge to argue with this logic - but it's really sound intelligence. Clearly, in some cases you may influence the regards that people have toward you; but on most occasions, personal feelings aside, there is inexplicably and absolutely nothing in your arsenal of control to remedy ill will faced in your directions.
Remember, "Even Mother Teresa had haters!" and she is possibly a saint..and be comforted by that notion.
The exact quote [in case you didn't click on the link] goes like this:
Being Disliked
"Instead of worrying about whether so-and-so likes you, ask yourself whether you like so-and-so. Hey, even Mother Teresa had haters."I look to WH for many things, but life philosophy isn't generally one of them. So imagine my pleasant surprise one evening flipping through the October (?) issue and coming across this gem of advice. In fact, this might be one of the most intuitive thoughts-to-print I've even come across. It seems like this is one of those common sensical positions that is put into words in such an ironic way that you can't help but read it twice - which I did, and then I read it an extra time for good measure [and tweeted it, plus made it my facebook status]. Overkill perhaps, but sharing is caring.
I'm sure you've already realized that people spend a more than necessary amount of time obsessing over social relations, or their lack thereof. Even if you are someone who is generally liked, it is still plausible for there to be people who don't choose to jump on the bandwagon; and you just have to deal with it. You, however, do not have to talk, text, tweet, blog about it. People either will or won't like you either way.
Now some people may have an urge to argue with this logic - but it's really sound intelligence. Clearly, in some cases you may influence the regards that people have toward you; but on most occasions, personal feelings aside, there is inexplicably and absolutely nothing in your arsenal of control to remedy ill will faced in your directions.
Remember, "Even Mother Teresa had haters!" and she is possibly a saint..and be comforted by that notion.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Regrets?
The problem with being too comfortable, the way I see it, is that you makes you weak. Let me clarify that by saying that it makes your weak with fear. Sometimes being comfortable is a great thing. Being comfortable with your friends and in relationships, keeps you safe; it allows you to have healthy alliances and life experiences not coupled with constant discussions of "trust". On the other hand, sometimes it leaves you vulnerable; it makes you forget your dreams and keeps you in a state of "what if's" and "what should have been". Life is full of moments that you either take advantage of, or they just pass you by. Being too comfortable can be a hindrance. It can keep you from going after what's important in exchange for being safe. But that the thing, is being safe always the best option?
You decide.
You decide.
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!"
Day numero dos for snowsaster 2011, if your are in the Chicago-land area (Chicago/Northwest Indiana) then you are aware #Chicagoisscrewed. Record amounts of snow were dumped in our front lawn (and everywhere else) in the last 36 hours. If you tried to shovel yesterday - good for you. In my opinion, not the smartest use of your time. I suffered from not-so-smart syndrome for approx. 30 min before I gave up in the realization that "O crap, it's still snowing" and all my hard work was covered over in the next few minutes. However, before coming back inside to thaw out - I made snow angels.
Today, however, is a new day and the snow has stopped. If you are (un)lucky enough to have another day off you have no excuse to sit on your bum and be unproductive. Most importantly, if you are not bored of being "snowed in" by now - you have other issues [which I am not qualified to talk you through]. Consider this a catch up day. Get a head start on weekend chores: laundry, homework, the Netflix sitting on your desk for the past week.. [or whatever else you do with your weekends..maybe a bottle of cheap vino awaits you]. Or perhaps you've been putting off an activity that needs your attention (i.e. fixing something). Yesterday. it was perfectly acceptable to thrash any ideas of being productive in the intended sense of the word - a snow day is after all a fluke of nature, literally - but today, let's be real it's kind of like a gift and you know what "they" say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm not entirely sure what that means because a horse has never come bearing a present for me, but it's mostly just an expression, right?
Today, however, is a new day and the snow has stopped. If you are (un)lucky enough to have another day off you have no excuse to sit on your bum and be unproductive. Most importantly, if you are not bored of being "snowed in" by now - you have other issues [which I am not qualified to talk you through]. Consider this a catch up day. Get a head start on weekend chores: laundry, homework, the Netflix sitting on your desk for the past week.. [or whatever else you do with your weekends..maybe a bottle of cheap vino awaits you]. Or perhaps you've been putting off an activity that needs your attention (i.e. fixing something). Yesterday. it was perfectly acceptable to thrash any ideas of being productive in the intended sense of the word - a snow day is after all a fluke of nature, literally - but today, let's be real it's kind of like a gift and you know what "they" say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm not entirely sure what that means because a horse has never come bearing a present for me, but it's mostly just an expression, right?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Optional
For the record:
I plan to include a smattering of all my suggestions into my day tomorrow. Without regard for the safety of others, I found someone ::insert adjective here:: enough to drive me around to pick up the supplies necessary for S'mores. No, not because I couldn't just get in my car and drive myself, but because I was practicing being snow day lazy. Two stores and a stop at Taco Bell later, I am confident that I will survive the current blip on the weather radar.
I plan to include a smattering of all my suggestions into my day tomorrow. Without regard for the safety of others, I found someone ::insert adjective here:: enough to drive me around to pick up the supplies necessary for S'mores. No, not because I couldn't just get in my car and drive myself, but because I was practicing being snow day lazy. Two stores and a stop at Taco Bell later, I am confident that I will survive the current blip on the weather radar.
Snopocalypto Briefing
Snow. Obviously weather related.
If you're lucky enough to find yourself with a snowcation from work/school, you should take advantage of it. I have taken the liberty to compile a list of suggestions for snow day related activities to pass the time until real life resumes.
1. S'mores: No longer just a childhood activity or reserved solely for camping adventures, this yummy masterpiece is great for the indoors; a fireplace or gas stove and you're set.
2. Snow Angels: Only in this weather is it acceptably permitted for you to fall backwards not in the accompaniment of a trust exercise and flail around as if suffering from a seizure. Enjoy.
3. Play Battleship: 2 players, board game not required.
4. Have a snowball fight with unused tissue because it's actually too cold to go outside..or you just don't want to get out of your pjs and layer up.
5. Update all social media status's to indicate you are indeed snowed in (even if it's only a half truth)
6. Spend all day acting like your 5 year old self; watch the Disney channel all day with some sort of cheese snack.
7. Have a twitter conversation with a stranger about the size of your..snowman.
8. First, construct a snowman in perfect view of your front window using vegetables that you dislike for all the features (take a picture for proof)
9. Google yourself..twice.
10. Stream snow related movies for 24 hours straight.
If you're lucky enough to find yourself with a snowcation from work/school, you should take advantage of it. I have taken the liberty to compile a list of suggestions for snow day related activities to pass the time until real life resumes.
1. S'mores: No longer just a childhood activity or reserved solely for camping adventures, this yummy masterpiece is great for the indoors; a fireplace or gas stove and you're set.
2. Snow Angels: Only in this weather is it acceptably permitted for you to fall backwards not in the accompaniment of a trust exercise and flail around as if suffering from a seizure. Enjoy.
3. Play Battleship: 2 players, board game not required.
4. Have a snowball fight with unused tissue because it's actually too cold to go outside..or you just don't want to get out of your pjs and layer up.
5. Update all social media status's to indicate you are indeed snowed in (even if it's only a half truth)
6. Spend all day acting like your 5 year old self; watch the Disney channel all day with some sort of cheese snack.
7. Have a twitter conversation with a stranger about the size of your..snowman.
8. First, construct a snowman in perfect view of your front window using vegetables that you dislike for all the features (take a picture for proof)
9. Google yourself..twice.
10. Stream snow related movies for 24 hours straight.
Whatever you choose to do, please note that it is completely unacceptable to be sick on a snow day. Thank you for taking that into consideration.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 15 or as I Prefer 'Quince'
I was at a wedding this weekend and saw the most adorable platform peeptoe pumps with lace detailing. I inquired as to their origin and even googled them to add to my "maybe for this month" purchase list [which is becoming quite lengthy]. Hmm..
Noticeably improved are my gift selections: 2 of which I've been forced to make so far. Although, I am typically a generous giver, the rule is usually one for you and two for me; without the for me part, it just leaves one super sized gift for someone else ::sigh::
Noticeably improved are my gift selections: 2 of which I've been forced to make so far. Although, I am typically a generous giver, the rule is usually one for you and two for me; without the for me part, it just leaves one super sized gift for someone else ::sigh::
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Anthropologically Speaking
Working out it not natural.
I can't imagine that thousands of years ago people worked out at all. I assume that there was something resembling physical competition that perhaps required training to enhance ones' natural skill set, but that the current trend is a severe mutation of the original purpose. Back than, and even up until the invention of mass and/or affordable transit, life was altogether more based in physical activity. People used to walk. EVERYWHERE. Even though horses have in my knowledge base been around as long as people, the general population got around using there own means and fortitude. As technology has led us to more advanced means, the idea of walking has become a novel concept. A tendency to put on weight as a result has increased, and in order to fight against this "working out" has become an instilled technique in society.
That being said, maybe if I walked more instead of relying on my car, I wouldn't have to sweat so much in the company of others aka what a typical hour at the gym boils down to for me.
Oh the good old days..
I can't imagine that thousands of years ago people worked out at all. I assume that there was something resembling physical competition that perhaps required training to enhance ones' natural skill set, but that the current trend is a severe mutation of the original purpose. Back than, and even up until the invention of mass and/or affordable transit, life was altogether more based in physical activity. People used to walk. EVERYWHERE. Even though horses have in my knowledge base been around as long as people, the general population got around using there own means and fortitude. As technology has led us to more advanced means, the idea of walking has become a novel concept. A tendency to put on weight as a result has increased, and in order to fight against this "working out" has become an instilled technique in society.
That being said, maybe if I walked more instead of relying on my car, I wouldn't have to sweat so much in the company of others aka what a typical hour at the gym boils down to for me.
Oh the good old days..
Day 11.4
As a result of my personal shopping ban - I was forced to call my father today at the office to invite him to a book fair where he will subsequently be responsible for my purchases per his acceptance. Luckily, he has decided to pencil me in.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Day 9 1/2
Since I'm off the shopping, it only seems appropriate to get on the workout wagon. Trading one mild obsession for another is after all the "American" way, right? Just kidding..everyone knows we don't do anything mild.
As a result of this trade-off I'm feeling less euphoric and more like a penguin on breaking ice; wobble wobble.
As a result of this trade-off I'm feeling less euphoric and more like a penguin on breaking ice; wobble wobble.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Day 7
It's been a week since my shopping ban and I'm still going strong. Although, one week doesn't exactly feel like a lifetime, I am beginning to wonder if there are sponsors for these types of journey's. When I say sponsor, what I really mean is like a sponsor that buys you things, like a corporate sponsor.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
"Music Makes Me Lose My Mind"
I'm sure there's vast statistical data and psychological analysis regarding the relationship between mood and music, but I'm not convinced any "number" or "evaluation" can really come close to indicating the role music plays in living. Music is like commercials, pretty hard to avoid - But it's so much more than that.
Sometimes I catch myself humming, randomly [and in inappropriate situations] without even realizing it at first [thus catch..taking no responsibility for the action itself] or dancing to the beat in my head. No, I don't have a condition. I feel it - as I'm sure other people do. Music is an almost inescapable part of us. It's tied to our culture and history; experiences and memories (good and not so much); everyday activities.
The soundtracks of our lives are spotted with melody; Can you hear it?
Sometimes I catch myself humming, randomly [and in inappropriate situations] without even realizing it at first [thus catch..taking no responsibility for the action itself] or dancing to the beat in my head. No, I don't have a condition. I feel it - as I'm sure other people do. Music is an almost inescapable part of us. It's tied to our culture and history; experiences and memories (good and not so much); everyday activities.
The soundtracks of our lives are spotted with melody; Can you hear it?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
New Definition
In order to finish up my illustrious Master's degree, I was forcefully enrolled in the following class: English 541: "History of the English Language." As the word 'forcefully' thus implies, I'm not exactly thrilled. As if my lack of preemptive excitement wasn't enough, I arrived at the first class to discover ::dunt dunt duh:: that is turns out to be a split-grad/undergrad happening. I spent to majority of the evening muttering self loathing comments to myself [OK so maybe I said a few of them outloud..]
Despite my lack of joy, it started getting me thinking about words and their evolution; which is when on stumbled across this tweet:
BreakingNews
And the first thing that came to my mind was "Twilight? Like the book?" It occurred to me that the word "twilight," although referring to sunset, has taken on a whole new meaning. It's unlikely that when people hear this word the phenomenon of the Stephenie Meyer's "The Twilight Saga" [simply referred to as 'Twilight' in most circles, or at least my head] doesn't pop into their conscious mind. As a fan of the series myself, I'm not sure this is such a bad thing, but it might be when it takes away from the severeness of something a bit more in-reality; like the horrible nature of rape. The fact that my first reaction wasn't something more like "I hope he drops the soap..a lot" or "Someone should pull a Lorena Bobbitt on him" [in case you didn't get the pop culture reference, please feel free to brush up] -- may be up for interpretation. In any case, it only furthers the idea that words evolve just like anything else; and 'Twilight' has definitely taken on a new definition.
Despite my lack of joy, it started getting me thinking about words and their evolution; which is when on stumbled across this tweet:
BreakingNews- Police say suspect in 'Twilight Rapist' cases arrested in South Texas - AP http://bit.ly/gouyiE
And the first thing that came to my mind was "Twilight? Like the book?" It occurred to me that the word "twilight," although referring to sunset, has taken on a whole new meaning. It's unlikely that when people hear this word the phenomenon of the Stephenie Meyer's "The Twilight Saga" [simply referred to as 'Twilight' in most circles, or at least my head] doesn't pop into their conscious mind. As a fan of the series myself, I'm not sure this is such a bad thing, but it might be when it takes away from the severeness of something a bit more in-reality; like the horrible nature of rape. The fact that my first reaction wasn't something more like "I hope he drops the soap..a lot" or "Someone should pull a Lorena Bobbitt on him" [in case you didn't get the pop culture reference, please feel free to brush up] -- may be up for interpretation. In any case, it only furthers the idea that words evolve just like anything else; and 'Twilight' has definitely taken on a new definition.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Performance Art
Every time I heard the phrase "I ::insert life changing moment:: and I've never looked back" [well at least a fair majority] in a film, I've thought to myself, that sounds like bull shenanigans. Is it even possible to not EVER think about your past? I think not.
Despite my conflict of interest, I would like to be one of those people that says something to the same regards when my dreams are realized. Yes, indeed -- I'd like to have a moment straight out of the movies.
Despite my conflict of interest, I would like to be one of those people that says something to the same regards when my dreams are realized. Yes, indeed -- I'd like to have a moment straight out of the movies.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Interpersonal Communication
Just in case anyone is unaware, we are currently in a recession. Yes, I know - startling information.
What does this mean?
Well, in my cognitive opinion, it means that customer service providers need to step up there game. As an avid and over productive shopper, I am appalled at the lack of courteous employees at stores these days. With companies calling it quits right and left, it would seem only appropriate that staff members with any regard for their current status of "employed," would try to, I don't know, be nice to customers. In my recent escapade of continuous shopping adventures, aimed at tiding my over for the next 5 months [see Mission: Sacrifice], I have come across more than several for lack of a nicer word, RUDE, sales persons.
Just a suggestion, with the purse strings of America [the United States of] being tightened -- a decrease in alienating the consumer may be in order.
Thank You,
Unsatisfied Shopper
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Annex
I may have forgotten to mention that sacrifice in relation to material goods also teaches traditional values such as discipline and living within one's means and so on and so forth..
Carry on.
Carry on.
Without Values, What's Left?
The New Year brings a ridiculously natural amount of discussion regarding change.
"This year I'm finally going to lose that 15 pounds I've had on since freshmen year of college 7 years ago.."
"This year I'm finally going to get a new fabulous j-o-b where I get to wear hot little work numbers and come home with free swag."
"This year I'm finally going to put myself out there [without putting out to soon] and meet the man of my wholesome dreams!"
I'm pretty sure the top resolutions deal with weight loss, career change, and relationships..so we are going to assume that i'm correctomundo. It seems logical.
I wonder how many people actually have the stick-to-it-ness to make those changes happen? I'm sure the odds aren't on the side of the masses..or there would probably be a new name for resolutions like umm yea umm "all in a day's work plans"..[give me a break, it's hard to be witty on a moment't notice, not to slow down the momentum].
I would have to argue that in order to actually make your "dreams" come true, it requires a certain amount of sacrifice- and since I am quite sure that 2011 is my year of successfull dream acquisition - my first sacrifical decree is the giving up of shopping for a period of approximately 5 months. Yes, shopping ::hold for gasps:: I happen to love shopping with a passion that I hold only for obsessions and addictive behavior. See my love of shopping stems from a childhood of being un-coordinated and I would consider it a coping mechanism. Even now after many successful year of dressing myself in outfits that most definitely match, I still consider fashion to be somewhat of an Achilles' heal for me - a constant point of contension for my inner-self.
I hope to accomplish two things with this particular decision:
1) A boost of my self-confidence: Repeat to self "You don't need new clothes to look good, you have more than enough - look at your closet, it now wraps halfway around the room!"
2) A boost in my savings account: Let's face it, we're in a recession and my shopping addiction adds up..
Plus, imagine the time I can save. It's like a free bonus!
Of course, there are rules --
1) Shopping for other people (i.e. birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) completely acceptable [best done online to avoid actual contact with the other merchandise - sites that offer free shipping preferable]
2) Shopping for food and other household necessities (i.e. hygenic) ALWAYS allowed [a sacrifice should never result in odor ::crosses fingers::]
3) This shopping hiatus will run from January 10, 2011 - May 4, 2011 [roughly the length of my Spring semester..although finals are the next week, so don't expect a mad rush to the mall..]
4) One "pass" a month [one item..I imagine a corkboard of all the choices being compiled in the corner of my room]
5) If someone else buys it without my knowledge and/or money..doesn't count [kind of like a "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" scenario]
I predict a severe increase in contest/giveaway/sweepstakes entries over the next 5 months. Feel free to leave a comment re: best ones to enter!
However, for the next week..let's just say it's a good thing I paid off all my credit cards.
Good Tidings!
"This year I'm finally going to lose that 15 pounds I've had on since freshmen year of college 7 years ago.."
"This year I'm finally going to get a new fabulous j-o-b where I get to wear hot little work numbers and come home with free swag."
"This year I'm finally going to put myself out there [without putting out to soon] and meet the man of my wholesome dreams!"
I'm pretty sure the top resolutions deal with weight loss, career change, and relationships..so we are going to assume that i'm correctomundo. It seems logical.
I wonder how many people actually have the stick-to-it-ness to make those changes happen? I'm sure the odds aren't on the side of the masses..or there would probably be a new name for resolutions like umm yea umm "all in a day's work plans"..[give me a break, it's hard to be witty on a moment't notice, not to slow down the momentum].
I would have to argue that in order to actually make your "dreams" come true, it requires a certain amount of sacrifice- and since I am quite sure that 2011 is my year of successfull dream acquisition - my first sacrifical decree is the giving up of shopping for a period of approximately 5 months. Yes, shopping ::hold for gasps:: I happen to love shopping with a passion that I hold only for obsessions and addictive behavior. See my love of shopping stems from a childhood of being un-coordinated and I would consider it a coping mechanism. Even now after many successful year of dressing myself in outfits that most definitely match, I still consider fashion to be somewhat of an Achilles' heal for me - a constant point of contension for my inner-self.
I hope to accomplish two things with this particular decision:
1) A boost of my self-confidence: Repeat to self "You don't need new clothes to look good, you have more than enough - look at your closet, it now wraps halfway around the room!"
2) A boost in my savings account: Let's face it, we're in a recession and my shopping addiction adds up..
Plus, imagine the time I can save. It's like a free bonus!
Of course, there are rules --
1) Shopping for other people (i.e. birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) completely acceptable [best done online to avoid actual contact with the other merchandise - sites that offer free shipping preferable]
2) Shopping for food and other household necessities (i.e. hygenic) ALWAYS allowed [a sacrifice should never result in odor ::crosses fingers::]
3) This shopping hiatus will run from January 10, 2011 - May 4, 2011 [roughly the length of my Spring semester..although finals are the next week, so don't expect a mad rush to the mall..]
4) One "pass" a month [one item..I imagine a corkboard of all the choices being compiled in the corner of my room]
5) If someone else buys it without my knowledge and/or money..doesn't count [kind of like a "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" scenario]
I predict a severe increase in contest/giveaway/sweepstakes entries over the next 5 months. Feel free to leave a comment re: best ones to enter!
However, for the next week..let's just say it's a good thing I paid off all my credit cards.
Good Tidings!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Pocket-Sized Dreams Expand
With 2010 coming to an end, I suppose 'contemplation' is an overused concept this time of the year. So many questions rolling around the portion of the brain that thrives on existentialism.
In an attempt to be more of a functioning 25 year-old and all around more successful, I have decided to indulge in my own sort of social experiment/conditioning. Yes, this is probably just a fancy way of saying "I'm totally going to rock my New Year's resolutions this year" [complete with pom poms]. Umm yea..
Publicly successful people often perpetuate the myth that anyone can accomplish their dreams if they try hard enough, I don't believe that. Some things are just unrealistic [thus a myth]. No your child is not going to be the President of the United States [well, most likely not] no matter how many times he/she watches that one movie where the average Joe makes it to the White House, not everyone can function on 4 hours of sleep like Martha Stewart and Madonna even with mass quantities of Starbucks [even though it contains higher amounts of caffeine than other brands..and tastes yummy!], and some personalities are not meant to be in customer service..
Instead of spending the next week, 'contemplating' how this year was everything my little big heart could desire or dwelling over the inevitable shortfalls, it's time to come up with a plan of attack because after all as the wise Leonard Berstein [successful man] said "“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” [and since I happen to believe in sleeping at least 7 hours a night, the second seems apparent]
The "plan" still needs some tweeking, so stay tuned - it's going to be epic.
In an attempt to be more of a functioning 25 year-old and all around more successful, I have decided to indulge in my own sort of social experiment/conditioning. Yes, this is probably just a fancy way of saying "I'm totally going to rock my New Year's resolutions this year" [complete with pom poms]. Umm yea..
Publicly successful people often perpetuate the myth that anyone can accomplish their dreams if they try hard enough, I don't believe that. Some things are just unrealistic [thus a myth]. No your child is not going to be the President of the United States [well, most likely not] no matter how many times he/she watches that one movie where the average Joe makes it to the White House, not everyone can function on 4 hours of sleep like Martha Stewart and Madonna even with mass quantities of Starbucks [even though it contains higher amounts of caffeine than other brands..and tastes yummy!], and some personalities are not meant to be in customer service..
Instead of spending the next week, 'contemplating' how this year was everything my little big heart could desire or dwelling over the inevitable shortfalls, it's time to come up with a plan of attack because after all as the wise Leonard Berstein [successful man] said "“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” [and since I happen to believe in sleeping at least 7 hours a night, the second seems apparent]
The "plan" still needs some tweeking, so stay tuned - it's going to be epic.
Friday, December 10, 2010
BFF
"You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in, we're we a part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died. Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there, or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it."
What if these people in your photographs aren't strangers? Imagine instead they are people from your past. When you look at those pictures do you ever feel a tinge of emotion? A modicrum of pain?
Historically, people lived in the same community most of their lives - I suppose this is still true in many countries, but the expanded mobility of people is most obvious in contemporary society. We no longer live in the same area for are entire life, or even an expanded period of time once we reach adulthood. According to the U.S. Census Bureau it is "estimated that a person in the United States can expect to move 11.7 times in their lifetime." What effect does this have on relationships?
Social media tools such as Facebook, Twitter, and Skype allow communication to be more convenient - but of the massive amount of people that you interact with on a social level throughout your life is this enough to keep those ties intact? Even with the ease of communication abilities, busy lifestyles limit the number of people you can effectively remain "close" with - and this doesn't account for the other reasons people grow apart.
Thus the term "friends forever" seems to be duplicitous in nature - but you know what they say "tricks are for kids."
What if these people in your photographs aren't strangers? Imagine instead they are people from your past. When you look at those pictures do you ever feel a tinge of emotion? A modicrum of pain?
Historically, people lived in the same community most of their lives - I suppose this is still true in many countries, but the expanded mobility of people is most obvious in contemporary society. We no longer live in the same area for are entire life, or even an expanded period of time once we reach adulthood. According to the U.S. Census Bureau it is "estimated that a person in the United States can expect to move 11.7 times in their lifetime." What effect does this have on relationships?
Social media tools such as Facebook, Twitter, and Skype allow communication to be more convenient - but of the massive amount of people that you interact with on a social level throughout your life is this enough to keep those ties intact? Even with the ease of communication abilities, busy lifestyles limit the number of people you can effectively remain "close" with - and this doesn't account for the other reasons people grow apart.
Thus the term "friends forever" seems to be duplicitous in nature - but you know what they say "tricks are for kids."
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Pink
I've been refreshing my blogger for the past 5 minutes trying to load the stats for my blog (i.e. views, blah, blah, etc.) and it occured to me that maybe this is a response to my lack of recent posts. Perhaps, blogger has set consequences for being too lazy to blog? Or I guess this could just mean the server is running amuck? Although, if the first is the reason, I would be forced to retort that lazy I have not been. Swamped might be a better term - to swamped to be creative enough to be witty..or bitter.
A year ago some poor smuck in the admissions office had the poor luck to receive my application to grad school - inspiring essay, great work experience, awesome extracurricular undergrad activites..not so hot g.p.a. is putting it mildly yet this unlucky himshe stamped yes on the front of the folder 'ACCEPTED' and then I imagine cringed. I picture himshe holding that folder in their hands and repreating the phrase "holy shit, holy shit - please don't let this girl fuck this up".
Well it's been a year and that himshe deserves a raise.
A year ago some poor smuck in the admissions office had the poor luck to receive my application to grad school - inspiring essay, great work experience, awesome extracurricular undergrad activites..not so hot g.p.a. is putting it mildly yet this unlucky himshe stamped yes on the front of the folder 'ACCEPTED' and then I imagine cringed. I picture himshe holding that folder in their hands and repreating the phrase "holy shit, holy shit - please don't let this girl fuck this up".
Well it's been a year and that himshe deserves a raise.
Friday, December 3, 2010
13 Stars
Sooooo ::rolls eyes up to the left:: It's been a while ::insert creepy smile complete with eyebrow lifts::
I've been off experiencing what is commonly known as "writers block" dunt dunt du ::gasp:: being inaccessible in the blogosphere [but still tweeting my random thoughts in smaller doses - follow me @ellaBronx..] this phenomenom has made me think - what would a missing poster on the side of a milk carton look like for someone missing in cyberspace?
Missing!
Psuedo name: Ellesperling
Height: Her profile picture is pretty small so possibly a midget sized torso
Weight: If the camera adds 10 pounds, possibly slender
Hair Color: Dark Brown - unless she dyes it, then possibly any color
Defining Features: Based on her blog -snarkey attitude, chronic sarcasm, regular gasping, AND eternal sunshine ("glow")
Last Seen: Never
Last Wearing: Uknown
Reward: Not Offered
If found, please return to http://www.elle-sperling.blogspot.com/
Enticing, I'm sure.
I've been off experiencing what is commonly known as "writers block" dunt dunt du ::gasp:: being inaccessible in the blogosphere [but still tweeting my random thoughts in smaller doses - follow me @ellaBronx..] this phenomenom has made me think - what would a missing poster on the side of a milk carton look like for someone missing in cyberspace?
Missing!
Psuedo name: Ellesperling
Height: Her profile picture is pretty small so possibly a midget sized torso
Weight: If the camera adds 10 pounds, possibly slender
Hair Color: Dark Brown - unless she dyes it, then possibly any color
Defining Features: Based on her blog -snarkey attitude, chronic sarcasm, regular gasping, AND eternal sunshine ("glow")
Last Seen: Never
Last Wearing: Uknown
Reward: Not Offered
If found, please return to http://www.elle-sperling.blogspot.com/
Enticing, I'm sure.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Dude!
One of the readings for class last week [which I failed to do ::whistles and looks away::] was about the idea of "aura." As far as I understood it, although its one of those blurry words - the concept essentially revolves around the idea of something that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. So there's the obvious [yes, I am referring to "that"] and than there's the 2010 Chevrolet Camaro, which personally makes me a little warm. Than there's those examples that i'm sure the other 99% of the population would relate to; the slightly or more so life altering moments. So I will share my recent brush with "aura" to exemplify this point [and as selfish expression of non-superficiality on my part].
Tuesday afternoon.
Me and a Second Grader.
Her: "What does Miss ::enter my last name:: stand for?"
Me: "ummm, it stands for me.."
Her: "No, like what does it mean?"
Me: "::silence::"
Her: "Because when I hear "Miss ::enter my last name here::" I think of happiness and birds"
Me: "::insert the sound of my jaw dropping::"
This may sound like a conversation with a child that is raised by hippies..BUT NO!
The ironic part is that unbeknownst to her, my hebrew name, Ariela Fayga (nothing like my everyday name), roughly translated means ::drum roll:: "Happy Bird"
I'll let that sink in.
EXACTLY!
Tuesday afternoon.
Me and a Second Grader.
Her: "What does Miss ::enter my last name:: stand for?"
Me: "ummm, it stands for me.."
Her: "No, like what does it mean?"
Me: "::silence::"
Her: "Because when I hear "Miss ::enter my last name here::" I think of happiness and birds"
Me: "::insert the sound of my jaw dropping::"
This may sound like a conversation with a child that is raised by hippies..BUT NO!
The ironic part is that unbeknownst to her, my hebrew name, Ariela Fayga (nothing like my everyday name), roughly translated means ::drum roll:: "Happy Bird"
I'll let that sink in.
EXACTLY!
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Next Speed Racer? Not So Much.
I've come to the conclusion that I would probably not be the ideal choice for a get-a-way driver due to my increased tendency to put my car in neutral instead of drive when attempting to leave a parking spot..you be the judge.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Saturday, October 16, 2010
The Happiness Pact
The United States has been known for making many pacts through it's history, the most notable as of late being the highly publicized [and equally embarrassing] pregnancy pact. If you are unaware of its existence, please take a moment to familiarize yourself with the facts in this helpful TIME article.
One of the prevalent theories behind this being the need for young girls to feel loved. However, in my opinion this is a very expensive, highly overrated, and under thought out plan of attack [like most pacts made the inexperienced..Didn't Tom Sawyer convince a group of boys, including out beloved Huck Finn that being murdering, thieving pirates was a good idea?]
With this in mind, I'd like to propose a more cost-efficient and productive pact that I strongly believe would benefit everyone; The Happiness Pact. Along with this brilliant pact idea, I have taken the liberty to suggest some possible options/activities that may induce happiness.
One of the prevalent theories behind this being the need for young girls to feel loved. However, in my opinion this is a very expensive, highly overrated, and under thought out plan of attack [like most pacts made the inexperienced..Didn't Tom Sawyer convince a group of boys, including out beloved Huck Finn that being murdering, thieving pirates was a good idea?]
With this in mind, I'd like to propose a more cost-efficient and productive pact that I strongly believe would benefit everyone; The Happiness Pact. Along with this brilliant pact idea, I have taken the liberty to suggest some possible options/activities that may induce happiness.
- Break some fine China
- Have sex on a golf course, get caught..and do it again
- Go to Coldstone and order the "Gotta Have It" [or large] size in any of the deliciously calorically high flavors..especially if you're lactose intolerant
- Go to the movies..alone
- Blog [unless you are an extremist of any kind]
- Date the guy/girl friend that you've always wondered "What if.."
- Take a day off to work on the art of sleeping..preferably on a beach; don't forget the SPF!
- Enjoy a family-free weekend [cell phone creators made the "ignore" button for just this purpose]
- Take a class out of pure interest [i.e. How to read a Magazine without Blinking"]
- Consider Friend-Love enough..for now
- Drive down the street with a car full of children [with parental permission] and turn around 5 minutes later and return them to their owners; spend the rest of the day reminding yourself why birth control is your friend
- Buy a pet rock - paint a face for it
- Valium
- Avoid anyone that you would label as "psychotic" or "unstable"
- Keep a record of how many time you laugh in a 5 hour period
- Use helium to produce a chipmunk voice
- Google yourself
- Have a photo shoot, alone, in one of those mall photo-hut booths
- Write a letter, and mail it [I know, a pre-historic art..how retro]
- Stop talking to that person that ALWAYS makes you "feel" worse about yourself than when the conversation started
- Imagine yourself in an expensive couture wardrobe
- Read Homer's "Odyssey" - note: your life/journey probably doesn't resemble torture in quite the same way
- Engage in an educationally generous activity
- Wear a tiara/crown for a day
- Trip..going up the stairs - thereby proving your 4th grade science teacher with the big zit who gave you a "C-" wrong
- Dancing in the rain with the car stereo blaring a bad 80's pop song in the background
- Pass a note using a paper airplane
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Exemplar
Although I take no personal pleasure from the end of a good relationship, clearly not every relationships is going to last forever. When you think about it, during your lifetime you will have 100's, if not 1000's, of them: personal, professional, educational, romantic, and those who fail to fit in any one category without bending and/or breaking. It is a fair assessment that maintaining all of them for the rest of your existence is incredibly unlikely [unless you fall under the unstable character category - please feel free to take a moment to check out the definitions for the words: stalker, lunatic, insane, and clinically ill; to make sure that you are not being described]. In the case of a relationship going sour, you may need to consider writing a 'Dear John' letter of your own [which I have detailed the process of in my How to write your very own Dear John Letter! post], and will now demonstrate.
I imagine that my letter would be targeted at a friend. In my personal experience as people grow up, there is a probable chance that you'll lose some good ones in the process. The transition from college undergrad to professional to grad student/professional has added some to that list. For arguments sake, I also imagine the tone of my letter to be mildly harsh [as honesty, lightly coated in sugar, is more my style].
In my head the soundtrack seems like it would fall in place seemlessly.
I'd probably start with something to get me in the mood, a little musically-induced energy coursing through me couldn't hurt the creative process. Perhaps, some "Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse or some "Running Up That Hill" by Placebo. I'd follow that up with some more serious "If You Run" by Boxcar Rebellion to remind me I had a purpose and definitely "Back Up Against the Wall" from Caged Elephant. Immediately followed by Lil' Wayne's "Drop The World," some angry Eminem beats, a little Young Buck, and maybe some reinforcement from "Friends" - Band of Skulls. Concluding with a international sensation, "All The Same to Me" by Anya Marina.
Dear John,
Although this letter might be a bit of an overkill, since I'm pretty sure by now you've realized, and are in the process of accepting, that we've been pretending to be important to eachother for much too long. I'd like to take the high road and admit responsibility for my part in the crash and burn of whatever you'd like to define our relationship as.
I'd like to - but I can't. I find that it would be pointless and counter-productive, and might leave you with the wrong impression; hope. Let me assure you that there is none.
I'm also painfully aware of your knack for turning things around and making them everyone else's fault regardless of the reality of the situation (really it's a brilliant talent you possess), and i'm not prepared to offer you ammunity for your selfish nature based on principle (you understand, of course).
However, I encourage you to be conforted by the fact that for quite an extended period of time you tricked me into thinking you weren't a committment-phobic, pathologically oblivious, narcisistic, money hungry, jerk face..bravo on that accomplisment. At least you can be confident that you may have a future as an actor..or more appropriately perhaps, a professional grifter.
For future reference - friendships are participatory and interactive activities [look up: two-way street], the silent treatment should not be confused with "being busy" for 4 months straight, excuses-on-demand isn't the most attractive selling point in a list of qualities, and lies are best saved for people that don't have active facebook accounts [because "it's a small world after all" and "pictures say a 1000 words".
Nevertheless, I wish you the best of luck in your future. Since you have a tendency to attract the crazies [read: CRAZIES!]..you probably need it in karmic extreme doses..too bad it doesn't come as an alcoholic beverage, or you'd be set.
Forget Me Not [or whatever],
Lindsay
This is roughly what your finished product might look for, I did move the quote portion to the end for dramatic realism. Happy Writing!
I imagine that my letter would be targeted at a friend. In my personal experience as people grow up, there is a probable chance that you'll lose some good ones in the process. The transition from college undergrad to professional to grad student/professional has added some to that list. For arguments sake, I also imagine the tone of my letter to be mildly harsh [as honesty, lightly coated in sugar, is more my style].
In my head the soundtrack seems like it would fall in place seemlessly.
I'd probably start with something to get me in the mood, a little musically-induced energy coursing through me couldn't hurt the creative process. Perhaps, some "Supermassive Black Hole" by Muse or some "Running Up That Hill" by Placebo. I'd follow that up with some more serious "If You Run" by Boxcar Rebellion to remind me I had a purpose and definitely "Back Up Against the Wall" from Caged Elephant. Immediately followed by Lil' Wayne's "Drop The World," some angry Eminem beats, a little Young Buck, and maybe some reinforcement from "Friends" - Band of Skulls. Concluding with a international sensation, "All The Same to Me" by Anya Marina.
Dear John,
Although this letter might be a bit of an overkill, since I'm pretty sure by now you've realized, and are in the process of accepting, that we've been pretending to be important to eachother for much too long. I'd like to take the high road and admit responsibility for my part in the crash and burn of whatever you'd like to define our relationship as.
I'd like to - but I can't. I find that it would be pointless and counter-productive, and might leave you with the wrong impression; hope. Let me assure you that there is none.
I'm also painfully aware of your knack for turning things around and making them everyone else's fault regardless of the reality of the situation (really it's a brilliant talent you possess), and i'm not prepared to offer you ammunity for your selfish nature based on principle (you understand, of course).
However, I encourage you to be conforted by the fact that for quite an extended period of time you tricked me into thinking you weren't a committment-phobic, pathologically oblivious, narcisistic, money hungry, jerk face..bravo on that accomplisment. At least you can be confident that you may have a future as an actor..or more appropriately perhaps, a professional grifter.
For future reference - friendships are participatory and interactive activities [look up: two-way street], the silent treatment should not be confused with "being busy" for 4 months straight, excuses-on-demand isn't the most attractive selling point in a list of qualities, and lies are best saved for people that don't have active facebook accounts [because "it's a small world after all" and "pictures say a 1000 words".
Nevertheless, I wish you the best of luck in your future. Since you have a tendency to attract the crazies [read: CRAZIES!]..you probably need it in karmic extreme doses..too bad it doesn't come as an alcoholic beverage, or you'd be set.
Forget Me Not [or whatever],
Lindsay
This is roughly what your finished product might look for, I did move the quote portion to the end for dramatic realism. Happy Writing!
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
How to Write Your Very Own Dear John
The official definition of a "Dear John" letter revolves around a romantic relationship, but im my head it seems like an appropriate extension of this concept would be to end a friendship as well. If you think about it, frienships are also complex relationships which can end in comparatively horrible circumstances. I think that the more important function of the letter is not who is eligible to receive one, but how can you frame your message to elicit the desired result?
There are several elements that I think are absolutely necessary in creating this work of art/passion to consider.
ELEMENT # 1: TONE [in the 3 broadest-possible, all-encompassing categories ]:
Option A) Harsh - If you're looking for a gut-wrenching, emotion draining, right hook the nearest innocent bystander type of reaction - than this is the option for you. Perhaps your friend/significant other is a douche [can also be read as: dick] or has previously commited crimes against your heart [i.e. adultury, starring in an adult film without your knowledge, misunderstanding the concept of friendship being a two-person participatory activity].
Option B) Feather Bed - this would be your "let-them-down-easy-so-they-feel-like-it-was-their-idea-and-they-are-blissfully-ignorant-of-the-fact-that-they-just-lost-the-best-thing-that-ever-happened-to-them-because-it-was-their-idea" option. By using this type of circular reasoning you can confuse and comfort your reader. The recipient should be someone that you still have warm, fuzzy feelings for [like the way you feel after a few shots of good vodka] and ultimately are not trying to hurt - but the expiration date on this relationship has been reached and these things are best dealt with before they begin to emit odor.
Option C) Indifference - this option is best delivered by text message; because seriously - if you don't give a shit-just phone it in hun.
ELEMENT #2: SOUNDTRACK [while writing an emotional letter it is important to set the mood with a soundtrack for success based on your chosen tone]
If you chose harsh, than chances are you are feeling angry [and chances are that's an understatement]. I would personally choose something with a "fuck the world" type of lyrical entertainment - some hardcore gangster rap would be idealic.
If you chose softly, you may be feeling nostalgic and I would suggest something in the alternative genre circa 1990's
If your indecisive, perhaps just a soundbite..text messages aren't exactly known for being time consuming efforts.
ELEMENT # 3: INTRODUCTORY QUOTE
I feel like anything you can say, someone has already said better. Use this to your advantage..remember you are only as great as your resources.
If you have all of these elements, a wicked talent for the pen, and a few witty prose..the letter will practically write itself.
Stay tuned for my next post, where i'll demonstrate these elements with [drum roll please..dunt da duh] an example ::gasp::
There are several elements that I think are absolutely necessary in creating this work of art/passion to consider.
ELEMENT # 1: TONE [in the 3 broadest-possible, all-encompassing categories ]:
Option A) Harsh - If you're looking for a gut-wrenching, emotion draining, right hook the nearest innocent bystander type of reaction - than this is the option for you. Perhaps your friend/significant other is a douche [can also be read as: dick] or has previously commited crimes against your heart [i.e. adultury, starring in an adult film without your knowledge, misunderstanding the concept of friendship being a two-person participatory activity].
Option B) Feather Bed - this would be your "let-them-down-easy-so-they-feel-like-it-was-their-idea-and-they-are-blissfully-ignorant-of-the-fact-that-they-just-lost-the-best-thing-that-ever-happened-to-them-because-it-was-their-idea" option. By using this type of circular reasoning you can confuse and comfort your reader. The recipient should be someone that you still have warm, fuzzy feelings for [like the way you feel after a few shots of good vodka] and ultimately are not trying to hurt - but the expiration date on this relationship has been reached and these things are best dealt with before they begin to emit odor.
Option C) Indifference - this option is best delivered by text message; because seriously - if you don't give a shit-just phone it in hun.
ELEMENT #2: SOUNDTRACK [while writing an emotional letter it is important to set the mood with a soundtrack for success based on your chosen tone]
If you chose harsh, than chances are you are feeling angry [and chances are that's an understatement]. I would personally choose something with a "fuck the world" type of lyrical entertainment - some hardcore gangster rap would be idealic.
If you chose softly, you may be feeling nostalgic and I would suggest something in the alternative genre circa 1990's
If your indecisive, perhaps just a soundbite..text messages aren't exactly known for being time consuming efforts.
ELEMENT # 3: INTRODUCTORY QUOTE
I feel like anything you can say, someone has already said better. Use this to your advantage..remember you are only as great as your resources.
If you have all of these elements, a wicked talent for the pen, and a few witty prose..the letter will practically write itself.
Stay tuned for my next post, where i'll demonstrate these elements with [drum roll please..dunt da duh] an example ::gasp::
Monday, October 4, 2010
Dating Checklist - Updated
In consideration of my recent possibly Mayan ancestry, I have decided to add a new standard to my 7-Standards For Happiness (Dating Checklist) which will from hence forth have 8 requirements/strong preferences, instead of the aformentioned 7 (just in case anyone was confused [if you are confused, perhaps you haven't read 7-Standards For Happiness (Dating Checklist) and should CONSIDER reading or re-reading it before moving ahead in my thought process..or not, but if you do it's conveniently located at 7-Standards For Happiness (Dating Checklist)..either way, I support freedom of choice). [Heyy, shameless self-promoting keeps Lindsay Lohan in the headlines..]
::guitar solo::
8. Preferably Aztec: I have been informed by my good friend (yes, an Aztec himself), that the Mayan and Aztecs are enemies, and let's be serious..there's nothing better than make-up sex (especially when you have that much making up to do ;)
Please apply if you meet these updated requirements, and note **all previous applications have now been shredded**
::guitar solo::
8. Preferably Aztec: I have been informed by my good friend (yes, an Aztec himself), that the Mayan and Aztecs are enemies, and let's be serious..there's nothing better than make-up sex (especially when you have that much making up to do ;)
Please apply if you meet these updated requirements, and note **all previous applications have now been shredded**
The Fate of the Mayan Civilization..is in my blood?
I have recently discovered through my illustrious research into the Mayan culture (done not entirely for self-awareness, but entirely for a research paper that my grade in the course will be realized by) that they is a not entirely incredulous or unsubstatiated theory that the Ten Lost Tribes of Israel somehow found there way ("migrated") to Mesoamerica and became better known as the Mayans; aptly titled "The Jewish Theory". I have wholeheartedly jumped on the bandwagon, as this would explain a lot about my cultural confusion - and why I have for the better part of the last decade believed myself to be at least partially Latina.
I believe that the Mayans and Jews share a common acestry that would make this theory very plausible..
a) The Jews built the pyramids in Egypt - why not build a few more (that are better than the original)?! I mean once you've built a pyramid..is there really anything stopping you?? Come on now, the sky is obviously the limit..and since they built the pyramids to reach the sky..you can see where this is going.
b) The Jews are used to living in unfavorable environments..I give to you as evidence #1: the 40 years they spent in the dessert. Enough said..Jungles? No problem! At least it rains..
c) The Jews are known for being good with money. The Mayans developed one of the earliest systems for counting that money. Simple Correlation.
Now where this theory becomes a little hazy, is the multiple G-ds thing. In the infamous words of Whoopi Goldberg (or whoever wrote the screenplay for Sister Act), Jews are "stuck like glue to my Lord." Note the word, Lord, no plural or any kind. I believe that I can clear this up by adding that maybe this detour from the Jewish way is why these Jews were punished and this ended up back in the land of misery (a.k.a. Eastern Europe).
I find this argument compelling, and perhaps if archeologists revisit the theory - I must insist they include this train of thought.
So in conclusion, I could clearly be a descendent of the Mayan Civilization...or I could be Spanish.
I believe that the Mayans and Jews share a common acestry that would make this theory very plausible..
a) The Jews built the pyramids in Egypt - why not build a few more (that are better than the original)?! I mean once you've built a pyramid..is there really anything stopping you?? Come on now, the sky is obviously the limit..and since they built the pyramids to reach the sky..you can see where this is going.
b) The Jews are used to living in unfavorable environments..I give to you as evidence #1: the 40 years they spent in the dessert. Enough said..Jungles? No problem! At least it rains..
c) The Jews are known for being good with money. The Mayans developed one of the earliest systems for counting that money. Simple Correlation.
Now where this theory becomes a little hazy, is the multiple G-ds thing. In the infamous words of Whoopi Goldberg (or whoever wrote the screenplay for Sister Act), Jews are "stuck like glue to my Lord." Note the word, Lord, no plural or any kind. I believe that I can clear this up by adding that maybe this detour from the Jewish way is why these Jews were punished and this ended up back in the land of misery (a.k.a. Eastern Europe).
I find this argument compelling, and perhaps if archeologists revisit the theory - I must insist they include this train of thought.
So in conclusion, I could clearly be a descendent of the Mayan Civilization...or I could be Spanish.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Hopelessly Devoted
For three years, almost to the day, I wore a "wish" bracelet. It was nothing more than a piece of pink ribbon [yes, pink. I know ::jaw ajar::] from Brazil with something that I could never translate in Portuguese written on one side, wrapped around my wrist twice. See I was at a festival and it was part of a booth's theme [which was?] so I said "what they hey?" and than probably something that sounded like "it's free right??" I'm not sure if I completely understood the concept, since my wishing on stars and the clock when it strikes hours like "1:11" and "5:55" hasn't [in present tense] really worked out so well for me; or if I assumed that it would just fall off in the next couple weeks and that would be that.
Obviously, that didn't happen.
So I did what any recent, single, and arguably somewhat employed college graduate would do. I made all 3 of my wishes on boys.
I'm not sure what I wished for, so I can't be completely sure that since my bracelet fell off the other day at Ikea [Bollingbrook, not Schaumberg..p.s. total disappointment] they haven't come true - but baring a miracle that I am unaware of, I think that I can pretty much say with full confidence that the bracelet was a dud.
I had a brief glimmer of hope on the way home from Ikea when the phone rang and it was 1/3 of my hearts desire [quite possibly past tense]. However comma I'm sure I could have saved the gasp..since we already had plans for that night..
Until next time..keep wishing on stars [or other sparkly things] - they can't all be broken.
Obviously, that didn't happen.
So I did what any recent, single, and arguably somewhat employed college graduate would do. I made all 3 of my wishes on boys.
I'm not sure what I wished for, so I can't be completely sure that since my bracelet fell off the other day at Ikea [Bollingbrook, not Schaumberg..p.s. total disappointment] they haven't come true - but baring a miracle that I am unaware of, I think that I can pretty much say with full confidence that the bracelet was a dud.
I had a brief glimmer of hope on the way home from Ikea when the phone rang and it was 1/3 of my hearts desire [quite possibly past tense]. However comma I'm sure I could have saved the gasp..since we already had plans for that night..
Until next time..keep wishing on stars [or other sparkly things] - they can't all be broken.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Men are from Venus..and Me? I'm from Detroit.
Men. You can't live with them. Well I think that is pretty much the platform for my campaign, but I guess it's always a subject that is open to interpretation. Who would I be if not a willing participant in the world of trivial debates? I believe that would make me an isolationist of sorts, and I much prefer existing in the universe as a social butterfly flitting between conversations. Ready, able, and all for exerting my opinion when the situation deems it appropriate [and let's face it, quite often without an invitation].
Now women. We are no easy piece of dessert ourselves. Subconsciously exerting an undeniable, and sometimes less than subtle, control over our environment. A statement perhaps as confusing as "we are women, hear us roar" - an independent notion trapped in the throws of an animalistic nature that seems to transgress the bound of feminism.
At least men are moreso blantant in their intentions.
Some food for thought. Brain food if you will.
Now women. We are no easy piece of dessert ourselves. Subconsciously exerting an undeniable, and sometimes less than subtle, control over our environment. A statement perhaps as confusing as "we are women, hear us roar" - an independent notion trapped in the throws of an animalistic nature that seems to transgress the bound of feminism.
At least men are moreso blantant in their intentions.
Some food for thought. Brain food if you will.
Cell Phone Memories
Have you ever looked through an old cell phone? Today, I had the genius idea to take the mini-memory card from my smart phone and retrieve the photos that have been stuck in my last phone for an exasperated period of time. Of course, I couldn't help but be nosy and check around to see if I had managed to not erase my old text messages. Keeping in mind this phone only held the previous 100 texts sent and received..and my extensive texting pleasure - the left overs were pretty random; conversations that had no start, no significant end, and no supporting details.
There were brief mentions of events that I have long since forgotten I participated in and questions regarding information that I can't fathom why anyone would need to know.
Most importantly, I was shocked at the number of people that I still keep in regular contact with. So even though I am left with an unsettling feeling of blankness, i'm comforted by the fact that I actually have hope that the other person can fill me in.
There were also some nice reminders of why I love certain people; i.e. a text from AME that said "it means the world to me" [although honestly I have not the first clue what he's talking about, i'm sure it was in response to something extraordinarily special that I contributed to our budding friendship (and today's his birthday, so if your reading this: Happy Birthday, Gazelle!)].
There were brief mentions of events that I have long since forgotten I participated in and questions regarding information that I can't fathom why anyone would need to know.
Most importantly, I was shocked at the number of people that I still keep in regular contact with. So even though I am left with an unsettling feeling of blankness, i'm comforted by the fact that I actually have hope that the other person can fill me in.
There were also some nice reminders of why I love certain people; i.e. a text from AME that said "it means the world to me" [although honestly I have not the first clue what he's talking about, i'm sure it was in response to something extraordinarily special that I contributed to our budding friendship (and today's his birthday, so if your reading this: Happy Birthday, Gazelle!)].
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Trashy Linguistics
As a student of English and Communications, I've been submerged in the world of literature. I find it strange when I reference books and someone mentions that they don't read or read very little, when I read all the time: books, magazines, blogs, perezhilton.com, etc. The more I read, the more I have come to the question of what defines the term "good book"?
I find this to be a subjective term. Everyone is different and therefore has a different perception of "good". However, what is it about some books that may them so appealing to the mass audience as opposed to just a select niche market; and moreover, even novels read by popular audience can still have the capacity to be filed under the "trashy" column. Is there even a way to quantify what books are "good"?
Romance novels, like Soap Operas, are comsumed regularly in popular culture but have historically and in present day been given a bad reputation, whereas books that make it on the New York Times Bestseller List are automatically pulled from obscurity to be considered "good".
I think a good book is one that you miss when you finish. One that draws you in and makes you invested in the characters in the novel, like as if they're your friends. Words that take on a life-like feel instead of two-dimensional ink marks on a page. I've read a lot of books that someone else has considered to be a great work of art, and completely missed where the "art" started and the "boring" stopped. I am even willing to admit, sometimes I even read books that are historically complemented just to be part of the conversation. I want to be relevant in the discussion.
I find this to be a subjective term. Everyone is different and therefore has a different perception of "good". However, what is it about some books that may them so appealing to the mass audience as opposed to just a select niche market; and moreover, even novels read by popular audience can still have the capacity to be filed under the "trashy" column. Is there even a way to quantify what books are "good"?
Romance novels, like Soap Operas, are comsumed regularly in popular culture but have historically and in present day been given a bad reputation, whereas books that make it on the New York Times Bestseller List are automatically pulled from obscurity to be considered "good".
I think a good book is one that you miss when you finish. One that draws you in and makes you invested in the characters in the novel, like as if they're your friends. Words that take on a life-like feel instead of two-dimensional ink marks on a page. I've read a lot of books that someone else has considered to be a great work of art, and completely missed where the "art" started and the "boring" stopped. I am even willing to admit, sometimes I even read books that are historically complemented just to be part of the conversation. I want to be relevant in the discussion.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Wanted: Wedding Date
My sister is getting married this coming November, and of course 2 months and counting I am still dateless. Now I understand the argument that I date isn't completely necessary since i'm standing up in the wedding and I will be surrounded by family and friends..but I am still pretty set on being accompanied by a tall, tan, and handsome gentleman suitor.
I have narrowed down my list of qualifications to the following:
1) Must be charismatically charming
2) Must be self-sufficient
3) Must be able to induce conversations with little or no preperation
4) Must possess a tan
5) Must assume all responsibility for bringing the flask
6) Must be willing to be embarrased and/or learn to dance the "Hora"
7) Must be between the ages of 24-30
8) Must enjoy large Jewish families i.e. women who complain a lot
9) Must dable in the art of E.S.P.
10)Must not be afraid of the concept of "lack of personal space"
11)Must look beefy in a sleek suit in a very contemporary, rico-sauve like way
12)Must polish dress shoes
13)Must understand the concept "chivalry is not dead"
14)Must understand the general idea of "minority time"
15)Must hold a j-o-b, degree, deed to something
However, if I was placing a classified ad I imagine it to look more like this (since that list in print might be slightly out of my budget)
Pretty twenty-something lady seeks remarkably charismatic, self-reliant,age-appropriate (non male-cougar), intelligently employed and commonsensical gentleman candidate to accompany said pretty lady to sister's wedding; preferably one with a built in tan..must NOT be a bum,or anything that ends with an -ist, -ic, or -ish. Fashionably, reliable("sexy") transportation encouraged(i.e. 2010 Chevy Camaro).
I have narrowed down my list of qualifications to the following:
1) Must be charismatically charming
2) Must be self-sufficient
3) Must be able to induce conversations with little or no preperation
4) Must possess a tan
5) Must assume all responsibility for bringing the flask
6) Must be willing to be embarrased and/or learn to dance the "Hora"
7) Must be between the ages of 24-30
8) Must enjoy large Jewish families i.e. women who complain a lot
9) Must dable in the art of E.S.P.
10)Must not be afraid of the concept of "lack of personal space"
11)Must look beefy in a sleek suit in a very contemporary, rico-sauve like way
12)Must polish dress shoes
13)Must understand the concept "chivalry is not dead"
14)Must understand the general idea of "minority time"
15)Must hold a j-o-b, degree, deed to something
However, if I was placing a classified ad I imagine it to look more like this (since that list in print might be slightly out of my budget)
Pretty twenty-something lady seeks remarkably charismatic, self-reliant,age-appropriate (non male-cougar), intelligently employed and commonsensical gentleman candidate to accompany said pretty lady to sister's wedding; preferably one with a built in tan..must NOT be a bum,or anything that ends with an -ist, -ic, or -ish. Fashionably, reliable("sexy") transportation encouraged(i.e. 2010 Chevy Camaro).
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Just Another Dot Com Phenomenom or The Real Deal?
The current craze in innovative career paths all lead toward social media; but I have to wonder if social media is just another dot com phenomenon?
A decade ago, Generation X was overcome with a dabilitating desire to establish an online basis. So much so that the collapse of this short lived era left most of them scathed and unemployed. Generation X had essentially become overcome by the very advances in technology that had driven them to overnight success in the first place. The idea of technological based businesses becomes problematic when technology is evolving at such a fast rate that keeping up with it becomes a job in its own.
Social media is the newest wave of internet pop culture reaching its full potention; but how long before it, like all fads, begins to reach a plateau, eventually falling into a recession, and becoming a relic. The concentration of social networking as a marketing tool has come to replace other historically effective techniques in order to attract a changing demographic in consumers, similiar to how the dot com companies brought a new sort of product to a welcoming audience.
The constant need for change that has become a staple in American society results in a lack of modern tradition. We know longer have certainties, and are often dictated by a world of constant miscalculations.
A decade ago, Generation X was overcome with a dabilitating desire to establish an online basis. So much so that the collapse of this short lived era left most of them scathed and unemployed. Generation X had essentially become overcome by the very advances in technology that had driven them to overnight success in the first place. The idea of technological based businesses becomes problematic when technology is evolving at such a fast rate that keeping up with it becomes a job in its own.
Social media is the newest wave of internet pop culture reaching its full potention; but how long before it, like all fads, begins to reach a plateau, eventually falling into a recession, and becoming a relic. The concentration of social networking as a marketing tool has come to replace other historically effective techniques in order to attract a changing demographic in consumers, similiar to how the dot com companies brought a new sort of product to a welcoming audience.
The constant need for change that has become a staple in American society results in a lack of modern tradition. We know longer have certainties, and are often dictated by a world of constant miscalculations.
Take The Lead
As part of a required lit/comm seminar, I have been reading the insightful tale The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner. Although I more than likely would not have indulged in it if not required, I actually have enjoyed it [almost] completely. As an extention of the reading itself, I have found myself an active participant in the conversation of "happiness."
I have come to find out that I happen to been exponentially happier than the average person. Perhaps, I should be the one writing the books on how to be happy that people rack up on their coffee table to induce personal satisfaction, all the while contributing to a billion dollar self-help inductry that exists - ranging from the books themselves to seminars and "life coaches" [a term I use loosely at best] and possibly past that.
What is happiness?
The problem with happiness is that it doesn't wrap up into a cliched metaphorical box complete with a perfectly styled bow and magically poof into your life. Happiness is an individualistic pursuit at best. Often times, there are things that "generally" make people happy, but is there anything that makes everyone happy? Even the simple idea of living generates opposition.
However, as an overly happy person [even considering that there are at least several times a day that I suck at life], I woud suggest that maybe happiness has nothing to do with any particular thing or action. Maybe happiness is just being happy. No rhyme or reason or excuse or external force. Not the small things or the shiney things or cars that go really fact. There is always going to be something to blame unhappiness on -poor economy, handicap, lack of opportunity, your mom, or in some cases a chemical imbalance..but interestly enough love is also considered to be a chemical imbalance - and it tends to make people happy [or insane] for the most part.
Your customizable happiness is available to you for the reasonable cost of $free.99 and can be self-installed at your convenience with small print on the "box" that reads "doesn't come with instructions."
Just be.
I have come to find out that I happen to been exponentially happier than the average person. Perhaps, I should be the one writing the books on how to be happy that people rack up on their coffee table to induce personal satisfaction, all the while contributing to a billion dollar self-help inductry that exists - ranging from the books themselves to seminars and "life coaches" [a term I use loosely at best] and possibly past that.
What is happiness?
The problem with happiness is that it doesn't wrap up into a cliched metaphorical box complete with a perfectly styled bow and magically poof into your life. Happiness is an individualistic pursuit at best. Often times, there are things that "generally" make people happy, but is there anything that makes everyone happy? Even the simple idea of living generates opposition.
However, as an overly happy person [even considering that there are at least several times a day that I suck at life], I woud suggest that maybe happiness has nothing to do with any particular thing or action. Maybe happiness is just being happy. No rhyme or reason or excuse or external force. Not the small things or the shiney things or cars that go really fact. There is always going to be something to blame unhappiness on -poor economy, handicap, lack of opportunity, your mom, or in some cases a chemical imbalance..but interestly enough love is also considered to be a chemical imbalance - and it tends to make people happy [or insane] for the most part.
Your customizable happiness is available to you for the reasonable cost of $free.99 and can be self-installed at your convenience with small print on the "box" that reads "doesn't come with instructions."
Just be.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Seventeenth Summer
This summer didn't bring love..but it did bring magic. It brought to reality a more enlightened sense of self, and an astute awareness of reality. I've always walked the line between realist and optimist; two separate entities constantly at battle with each other. Until recently, when I discovered that these ideologies are in cohoots.
My life hasn't dramatically changed, but maybe that's the point. People put far too much pressure on summer to be a season of drastic transformation, what if it just is another time, another part of the journey? I plunged through summer - open to new adventures, ready and willing and eager for something special to "appear" - it never showed up..but I never gave up.
Tomorrow a new set of challenges will begin; and my life won't be slowing down in the forseeable future. Honestly, I've never been happier - single and surviving. Loved.
My life hasn't dramatically changed, but maybe that's the point. People put far too much pressure on summer to be a season of drastic transformation, what if it just is another time, another part of the journey? I plunged through summer - open to new adventures, ready and willing and eager for something special to "appear" - it never showed up..but I never gave up.
Tomorrow a new set of challenges will begin; and my life won't be slowing down in the forseeable future. Honestly, I've never been happier - single and surviving. Loved.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Dodgeball
When it comes to winning things (particularly through online contests), I am pretty damn lucky. Usually, it's something tangible like a book, dvd, or accessory; however, the tricky part is when it is something like a concert or trip that actually involves another person. Since I have cut back on my non-essential associates and keep to a pretty strict close-friend lifestyle, it makes its exceptionally difficult to select a companion. For example, today I won a trip to California (and i'm not sure if you've ever won a trip, but they don't exactly give you a lot of time to find a guest) and I needed to have one that could fill out the guest release form by tonight. Naturally, there are a lot of things to consider when choosing a travel partner; but how do you choose between friends that are all pretty fairly matched by friend standards? Since my best friend lives across the country, I don't have an automatic partner in crime like some people might have - making this a simple choice for them, congratulations.
Basically, the list is narrowed down to approx. 10 people that I consider my closest friends in/close-enough to my geographic location. From there, it's important to consider how equally my friends have benefited from my past winnings and who is obviously unavailable (well-known obligations). From there it went to who could really use this trip - I chose my friend that recently endured a hard break-up and has yet to feel the fruits of my addiction to contest-entering. This seems like a long process, but don't be confused, it took all of 20 seconds.
The part where things got a little sticky was when I realized that the name of my friend was needed earlier than anticipated, I contacted a 2nd friend (the one that went to L.A. with me in June - and is a proven most awesomest travel buddy) for a back-up. This is not to say that she was any less of an equal option, I just like to be fair with all my friends (I think that's what makes the difference between an ok friend and a good friend). I made the mistake of mentioning that I had already invited our other friend and had not yet received a firm yes - but in the interest of time [and my lack of patience] I HAD to determine the likelihood that a had an actual other option. Of course, she respectably called me out on it, to which I felt horrible - because last time even though she went, I had a different tactic to finding a guest - I simply called my good friends in the order that they had last texted me.
All in all, I feel like this is a perfect example of how I struggle with my foot-in-mouth syndrome on a constant basis - and also, why I will never be a good public speaker ::tear::
Basically, the list is narrowed down to approx. 10 people that I consider my closest friends in/close-enough to my geographic location. From there, it's important to consider how equally my friends have benefited from my past winnings and who is obviously unavailable (well-known obligations). From there it went to who could really use this trip - I chose my friend that recently endured a hard break-up and has yet to feel the fruits of my addiction to contest-entering. This seems like a long process, but don't be confused, it took all of 20 seconds.
The part where things got a little sticky was when I realized that the name of my friend was needed earlier than anticipated, I contacted a 2nd friend (the one that went to L.A. with me in June - and is a proven most awesomest travel buddy) for a back-up. This is not to say that she was any less of an equal option, I just like to be fair with all my friends (I think that's what makes the difference between an ok friend and a good friend). I made the mistake of mentioning that I had already invited our other friend and had not yet received a firm yes - but in the interest of time [and my lack of patience] I HAD to determine the likelihood that a had an actual other option. Of course, she respectably called me out on it, to which I felt horrible - because last time even though she went, I had a different tactic to finding a guest - I simply called my good friends in the order that they had last texted me.
All in all, I feel like this is a perfect example of how I struggle with my foot-in-mouth syndrome on a constant basis - and also, why I will never be a good public speaker ::tear::
Monday, August 2, 2010
The Many Moods of R&J
I think Mercutio had it right when he told Romeo "If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for prickling, and you beat love down" (Act 3, sc. 1). There is a school of thought that believes this is the rantings of a man that believes that love can be controlled; however, in my opinion, it is not about controlling love - but about not being controlled by it. The idea of living outside of love's grasp and writing your own story.
This is the advice of a man who has clearly had some experience in the torture of heartbreak. The realization that love provides very little consolation in times when you are out of its favor tends to come as a surprise to most; but keepy in mind that after all, it is misery that loves company - not love. Romeo suffers from the tragic flaw of perpetual lust, motivated by his drive to find true love (which let's face it, is that what him and Juliet have? or is this just another feeble attempt to rebound from unrequited love that he simply is swept up in?). He lets "love" take its course and control him which ultimately leads to his untimely demise. If he had been more open to the idea that love is something that we do, not something we are, like his friend was expressing to him in very dramatic fasion - maybe he would have survived it. Instead, the tragedy lies in the fact that love conquered him.
It's easy to rely on love as the catalyst for change and internal motivation when you are in cohoots with it, but it is another story entirely when you don't fall under its protection. The heartwrenching reality is that love is something that is often outside of our control, the only choice we have it to know the difference and refrain from letting it devour us entirely.
This is the advice of a man who has clearly had some experience in the torture of heartbreak. The realization that love provides very little consolation in times when you are out of its favor tends to come as a surprise to most; but keepy in mind that after all, it is misery that loves company - not love. Romeo suffers from the tragic flaw of perpetual lust, motivated by his drive to find true love (which let's face it, is that what him and Juliet have? or is this just another feeble attempt to rebound from unrequited love that he simply is swept up in?). He lets "love" take its course and control him which ultimately leads to his untimely demise. If he had been more open to the idea that love is something that we do, not something we are, like his friend was expressing to him in very dramatic fasion - maybe he would have survived it. Instead, the tragedy lies in the fact that love conquered him.
It's easy to rely on love as the catalyst for change and internal motivation when you are in cohoots with it, but it is another story entirely when you don't fall under its protection. The heartwrenching reality is that love is something that is often outside of our control, the only choice we have it to know the difference and refrain from letting it devour us entirely.
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Polar Opposites
Is there a difference between being too available and too unavailable?? Or are these two ends of the spectrum both virutally the same thing?
The biggest complaint that my male friends always have with my approach to men has always been that I was too available; "Men like to chase you" they say. As I have progressed into the career sphere and out of the college zone and again back into it - my schedule and lifestyle has transformed itself into one that is less available naturally. No longer in the too available category, it got me thinking "What about people that are too unavailable?"
If being too available makes you not enough of a challenge, than logic would reason that being too unavailable makes you too difficult of a challenge.
Just another obstacle women have to face - finding a balance.
If being too available makes you not enough of a challenge, than logic would reason that being too unavailable makes you too difficult of a challenge.
Just another obstacle women have to face - finding a balance.
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