Month: April 2012

In Memoriam

As with every new beginning, it’s important to learn from old beginnings. It’s also important to recognize when a sentence contains two redundant phrases. I think this blog is off to a fantastic start. But let’s not stop while we’re ahead. Plenty more grammatical mischief to come. Instead, let’s plow right into the past with my very first Xanga entry,…

I am rarely drawn to books about death and dying. Surprisingly, this is topic covers a rather large swath of the publishing spectrum. Nearly all books aimed towards the female audience that aren’t explicitly romantic deal with illnesses that must be overcome so that everyone can feel and grow. That may be stating it a bit too simply, of course,…

I feel like more and more these days I’m reading about 24 year olds doing things. Or 23 or 22 year olds. Early twenties seems to be a big age for doing something worthy of inclusion in Time magazine or Entertainment Weekly. I’m 24 now. It’s sinking in, slowly, surely. I’ll bet if I tried hard I could pick out…

Continuing my tremendously overdue watching of the 2011 Best Picture nominees: Midnight In Paris. A delightful little film. I felt the Hemingway character raised several interesting points about writing and life, which mildly terrified me. Not fearing death, though, that seems like a choice way to live. In general, the movie seemed to encourage following your passion, even if that…

I’ve been trying my hand at writing again lately. Baby steps of course, just a page here and there really. But pieces to more ambitious projects still. I can’t seem to fully divest myself of the idea that maybe someday I really will be the next great young adult writing superstar. It certainly doesn’t help that I’m discovering all these…

I watched a video about living the life you want to live, etc. You know, crap about how you can get everything you want and need out of just appreciating every moment and seizing every day. Suffice it to say, I’ve been living like that ever since I can remember, so I left the plaintive, hipster overtones of the video…

My first birthday entry in five (or six?) years that won’t recount a vague, drunken night of excess and debauchery and excessive debauchery. I’m not sure how I feel about that. 24 was a pleasant birthday, certainly, but it did lack in fireworks. It felt more like one of my parent’s birthdays, except I was the one receiving presents at…

I’m sure if someone stumbled into my apartment this evening, possibly drunk or fleeing the scene of a crime, they would be leveled by the hot, heady stench of nostalgia currently thickening the air. It’s like pea soup in here, if pea soup were a solid. Maybe jello is a closer food analogy. Warm, stinky jello. Anyway. I’ve been converting…