October 2011
1 post
Interesting Uncertainty
Wow. It’s been exactly eleven months since my last post. That last post came just about a week after I met my (now) fiance, David. It was also scribed just a week after I switched offices. I had just moved into a new apartment way up in the nosebleed section of Manhattan. I was living with two good friends, from whom I have now either moved apart or away from. I was twenty-six,...
November 2010
1 post
Pulling Down the Mask
Remember back to the days before social media had really made it’s grand entrance, back to when if you wanted to get in touch with someone, you had to use an actual landline, and then you had to actually SHOW UP on time because cell phones were not yet a prevalent part of society? Way before the days of Facebook , when you had to actually phone someone (Not text, CALL) to find out what they were...
September 2010
3 posts
Pearls
I finally bought the ticket. During my long run a few weekends ago, in order to avoid the inevitable pain that threatened to sneak up on me during mile seven, I instead directed my thoughts to the question that looms constantly over my head, “What do you really want to do in this life?” This year, my twenty-sixth, has been, as have most of the past few, an extensive series of...
Freelancer Blues
My heart pounds. My fingers shake. “Be strong,” I scold myself. “You can handle this- no matter the outcome. Just. Open. The. Mailbox.” Key in slot. I turn it slowly. It makes a cinematically shrill creaking sound. My heart is now threatening to explode, blood pressure is dangerously high. I take a long, deep breath and with great trepidation, force myself to...
This (Old) New Place
8 p.m. September 22nd. A thunderstorm on the Autumnal Equinox. Thelonious Monk keeps me company as I sit alone in our new apartment. A vodka cocktail eases my nerves of spending only my second night in this cavernous space. I’ve checked the windows, door to be sure they’re locked. There are so many windows and I don’t know my neighbors from Adam. This building is typical...
July 2010
4 posts
And here.
A certain phrase has been lingering in my frontal lobe area lately. A simple, perhaps cliche quote, but it’s somehow become my unintentional motto.
“Nothing in this world worth having ever comes easy.”
I don’t know where I picked that up. One morning it just appeared on the tip of my forethoughts. It’s now usually the first thought upon waking and realizing...
Letting go...
The idea of “letting go” has been all around me lately, especially in my current state of smoking cessation. You know how when working towards a goal, and then after days, weeks, months of blood, sweat, and tears, you finally accomplish it and it feels like such an easy feat that you wonder why you didn’t do it long ago? Well, that’s how I’m feeling about quitting...
I should've posted this link before...my latest... →
For Marie...
Sometimes you need the unsolicited advice from those who’ve known you for a while. Sometimes it may seem scathing, sometimes it may hurt, and then there is the rare occasion when it makes you laugh and gives you a little confidence boost.
Thank you, Marie, for your email regarding my writing. It really made my day, and made me ecstatic to know that other people are reading. I write not...
January 2010
2 posts
Pencils in the Ceiling
I have not been to yoga in months. I’ve only gone running approximately six times in the past three months. I have not finished a book since… well, I have no idea. I have written from time to time, but certainly not enough. I’ve gone to museums, exhibits, shows, theatre, etc…but I never do that as much as I’d like, either. WHAT DO I DO?! I work. Nearly every...
Pencils in the Ceiling
I have not been to yoga in months. I’ve only gone running approximately six times in the past three months. I have not finished a book since… well, I have no idea. I have written from time to time, but certainly not enough. I’ve gone to museums, exhibits, shows, theatre, etc.
December 2009
1 post
Momentousness
It all just keeps moving. Things that seemed so freshly in the past remain that way until one day you look back and realize that it was a very, very long time since such-and-such occurred. Things happen. People come, and then they go. You feel something so very strongly and then that feeling just disappears in the flash of a moment. New ones come to replace the old, and sometimes, even when...
September 2009
1 post
July 2009
2 posts
Sisyphusean Cycle
So much time is spent “doing.” We work work work for the paychecks that will pay our bills, that just keep accumulating. We clean the bathroom, kitchen, windows, only to watch them slowly, annoyingly, dishearteningly acquire more filth, which we will once more, again, be forced to wipe/scrub/sponge off. We purchase new electronical devices to replace the ones that we’ve...
I haven't...
posted in forever. How did I go from a career that was 100% creative to one that is completely geared towards financial gain? The mere question makes me want a cocktail. I’m certainly much happier with my job change, but I’m finding it nearly impossible to find balance in my current life. It’s go-go-go 24/7 and I’m growing tired of waking up in the middle of the night,...
June 2009
8 posts
I am going to go to law school.
An Ode.
I’m really not sure if it’s Michael’s death, or the fact that I hung out drinking beer all day with friends as we sold the many belongings that remind us of each other, or if perhaps it’s the fact that I’m just really tired these days, but regardless, I feel depressed. My legs and lower arms are quite sunburnt. And regardless of the angles that Jenna and I tried to...
Housing Works Flea Market.
Amazing. Stuffed a bag full of clothing goods for $20. Score!
May 2009
2 posts
SCORE!
My Tumblarity is 1. Awesome.
“You can’t change someone, especially when the problem lies within...”
– Me.
April 2009
5 posts
Meditations on a rainy evening
It’s pouring outside, which is exactly how it should be. I’ve been anticipating April showers for a while, and so it only makes sense that they would descend upon us in a time like now. Makes me think that Carl Jung knew what he was talking about with his ideas on connectedness.
I’ve been doing real estate for about three weeks now, and am exhilerated to report that I...
March 2009
17 posts
“There is no sentence, no word that is not significant. And even if it is not, it...”
– Paul Auster, City of Glass (via cbeth)
Tumblr posts I wish I could UN-heart
yvynyl:
(aka annoying shit people post on Tumblr that makes me cringe)
anything that glamorizes smoking cigarettes. FAIL
photos of sickly anorexic women supposedly looking ‘sexie’
really annoying ‘quote of the day’ posts with trite cliches pulled straight from one of those toilet companion books
super ultra emo teen angst posts
oversharing crap
uncontextualized automatic cross-posting...
I'm Pink...in The Times!
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/15/fashion/15pulse.html?_r=1&scp=1&sq=pulse&st=cse
i am
kthamilton:
more than you think i am
fuck this place. i don’t care what happens. no more excuses. i AM coming to new york in april. if i have to hitchhike up there. i don’t care about money. i don’t care about work. i don’t give two shits about any excuse i have made about why i can’t take 2 days off and come see my best friend.
jesse, i will be there. but you gotta kick that dude outta your...
We have free HBO for a month (God love my roommate and her swindling skills). Anyways, I just started watching “In Treatment,” and I’m completely hooked. Is this an OK way to spend a Friday evening?!?!
I want to escape
…to Europe, or Asia, or anyplace that I haven’t ever been. I want to go for a while. And I want to not worry about money, or jobs, or regrets, or questioning. I just want to go. And sometimes, only sometimes, I wish I were 19 again.
January 2009
38 posts
