Category: Random

#reverb10: What makes you different?

Dec. 8: Beautifully different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different – you’ll find they’re what make you beautiful.

i’m just going to make a list here:

i hate olives

i dye my hair every three months

i switch beer often (currently, smithwick’s)

i play Settler of Catan. Sometimes I win. 

i wear hoodies, jeans and boots almost every time i go out with my friends

i always wear my claddagh ring

i can eat the same thing every day for weeks. some of my current obsessions: white castle frozen cheeseburgers, bacon, egg and cheese sanwiches, chobani greek yogurt, amy’s organic frozen meals (indian)

it takes a lot for me to lose my temper. but when i do, it’s weird. i get strangely articulate and specific. 

i am a geek and love phones and mobile technology

i can’t wear high heels for very long

i was in a car accident and had knee surgery. it sucked and i cried. i have a scar on my knee and a fear of Dodge Durangos

i like grey nail polish, red lipstick, blue jeans and green eyes

i will dance at 3 am if you give me the right song

i almost always have a hairtie around my wrist, but i rarely put my hair up

i hate buying underwear and socks

sometimes i think i’ll be single forever because now i’m accustomed to my freedom and i can’t imagine compromising my time. i also just can’t imagine liking someone ‘enough’ to validate them. 

i think there’s too many people who think their opinions matter more than others.

i like being in charge and doing special projects and “shiny pennies”

i have friends who do amazing things, like hang christmas lights all over my house while i’m at work. i think having great people in your life means you have something to offer, somehow, because it means that, for some reason, these people love you. 

(i came home last night to find my house decorated. my friends are awesome)

#reverb10: Let Go: What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?

   Dec. 5 Prompt:Let Go. What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?

Ouch, this one is hard. The first response I have to this, well … I have  knee-jerk reaction to this question because I’d LIKE to say I let go of someone with whom I realized I could never have a casual friendship. I’d LIKE to say I finally realized I needed to cut this person out of my life. 

Easier said than done, unfortunately. I know, in time, our relationship will probably resume and will eventually break down, again. It’s sad, because I wish we could be on the same page. Unfortunately, this person wants more than I can give.

… otherwise:

I gave up Starbucks, because it’s a waste of money AND fattening. 

There’s a few other people this year that I let go of, for good. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about them; what it means is that I finally stopped hoping for something that was never going to happen. It’s liberating, really, to ultimately choose to walk away from something that’s one-sided. 

Now that I think about it, that last statement applies to everything I mentioned. Go figure. 

#reverb10: How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?

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Dec. 4: How did you cultivate a sense of wonder in your life this year?

Music. i went to more shows/concerts this year than ever before, i spent more time listening to grooveshark and borrowing cds and changing the radio station in the car to hear something new (ish). 

i spent more time with musicians, too. i talked about music and i sang in the shower and i stared at fiddle players in bluegrass bands. i gyrated on picnic tables and dragged boys onto the dance floor and constantly tapped my foot to the beat. 

i asked questions and gave tips to our music blogger and spent hours talking to bar owners about music and venues and musicians while drinking dark beer and taking 20-minute-long cigarette breaks. 

i let musical strangers stay in my house and sleep in my bed and sit on my couch playing Mario 3 on wii until 4 in the morning. 

 i sat on my porch and talked about halloween and relationships with singers with unruly hair. 

i hooted and hollered and yelled for my friends and for acquaintances and for people who stumbled over lyrics or pulled an amp cord out of the socket. 

i listened to horror punk and heavy rock and gangster rap and i loved every minute of it. 

#reverb10: one moment i felt most alive

Dec 3 Prompt: Moment. Pick one moment during which you felt most alive this year.   Describe it in vivid detail (texture, smells, voices, noises, colors).

it was one of the last warm days of the summer, or it was already autumn, officially. i had been holed up in my house all day reading and doing laundry and chasing my cats around with flea medicine in an outstretched hand.

mallory came home from work and we jumped in the car, and then we were due to meet our friends at plaza azteca for our normal sunday dinner. we drive down the street with the windows down, and i say “let’s go to the beach.” 

i never go to the beach. i grew up three blocks from the beach. i see no need to visit the beach … i don’t like bathing suits, i don’t care for sand stuck in crevices, i hate the unyielding sun hammering down on me, reddening my nose and prickling my skin.

but  there was a cool breeze. it was sunny and warm and the sky was almost completely clear. we pick up our friend jon and drive to buckroe and park the car. we walk through the crabgrass and comment on the weather and  i think to myself “this is lovely.”

we take off our shoes and saunter to the water. jon, with his jeans rolled up to his knees, wades in and starts smoking a cigarette, staring straight ahead at the fishing boats in the distance. the water’s freezing my toes and reminds me that although i’m in jeans and short sleeves now, it won’t be long before i need layers upon layers of cotton and denim to keep me warm. 

i look to my  to my right and the memories descend all at once …

i walk the boardwalk gossiping with my friends and hide my burning cigarette from the cops,

idly pluck a guitar while sitting on the huge brick stage in front of the boardwalk,

walk in the snow around the small lighthouse,

lay on the sand under the piers to get relief from the sun,

feel broken shells under my feet as i ventur further and further away from my discarded towel, sunscreen, beeper, wallet,

burst into tears in the bathroom after an 8th grader yells at me in front of everyone for ‘stealing’ her friend’s boyfriend

call my mom on a payphone and ask her to pick me up after i hear things about my father i don’t want to believe…

i don’t launch into the stories. mallory has heard them all before and jon won’t be that interested to hear my tales of burning bushes and beat-up bikes. 

we get in the car and drive to the restaurant and tell our friends we went to the beach. life goes on.

#reverb10: What do you do each day that doesn’t contribute to your writing, and can you eliminate it?

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Dec. 2:

What do you do each day that doesn’t count toward your writing, and can you eliminate it?

Television. I watch so much television, it’s ridiculous. My DVR is stuffed with my weekly fare (How I Met Your Mother, House, Gossip Girl, Grey’s Anatomy, about 10 other shows), the daily shows (Jeopardy, reruns of Buffy or Ugly Betty), movies, shows and specials.

I already canceled HBO and I plan to reduce my TV watching habits next year: I’m going to try to not pick up any news shows and slowly wean myself off of others. That’s doable, right?


Gawker is a blog just like Twitter

Interestingly, this sort of seems like blogs have finally adopted elements of web applications as part of their fundamental design. Many have noted how the new Twitter on the web seems influenced by Twitter on the iPad (though the order of the two platforms’ release may not have been the order of their creation), but in chatting today Nick Denton mentioned that there has seemed to be a sort of convergent evolution around these ideas between Twitter’s work, Gawker’s redesign, and other apps as well. Nick specifically mentioned the Mail app on the iPad, and added, “When we saw Reeder on iPad, we thought: oh, wow, same thinking”.

#reverb10: reflect this year & manifest what’s next

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Today’s prompt: 

December 1 One Word.
Encapsulate the year 2010 in one word. Explain why you’re choosing that word. Now, imagine it’s one year from today, what would you like the word to be that captures 2011 for you?
(Author: Gwen Bell)

One word?

Babies. I know like, 30 pregnant women. It’s crazy.

Next year? Love. I’d like “love” to be the word for 2011. 

I’m answering questions in a live chat all day

I’m answering questions in a live chat all day


Should every restaurant have these? Is this part of the new chivalry?

reblogged via seederad:

If someone does this to me, I swear I’ll fall in love instantly.

Adults train kids to become sexually mature in a manner they approve of. We clap and laugh over all the little moments meant to prepare them for this; we give them gender appropriate toys that will prepare little boys for a manhood of tools and trucks and little girls for a womanhood of kitchens and babies, not to mention makeup and high heels. We take “kissing cousin” photos of little boys and girls mimicking grownup sexual behaviour and proudly frame them or put them in our wallets to show strangers because children mimicking adult sexual behaviour is adorable (so long as it’s the correct sexual behaviour). We teach little boys that they’re not supposed to cry and we teach little girls to spend their lives wondering what men are thinking of them. The second the physical aspects of sexual maturity start sprouting, we organize social events to push them toward each other; first, the fumbling and terrifying middle school dances, then the process gets increasingly formal the closer the kids get to maturity: freshman dances, sophomore dances, proms and homecomings, all to push them toward that aisle, and the socially approved method of romantic love and baby-making.

Gay kids get none of that. Not one bit of it. The fact of the matter is, bullying is the natural result of all that socializing that reinforces heterosexuality as the norm and everything else as… well, so under-represented that it might as well still be a taboo. Teenagers see thousands of murders depicted on screen by the time they reach 18 but most of them never see a boy kiss another boy or sing him a sweet love song. You want to prevent gay kids from killing themselves? Push for more scenes like [“Teenage Dream” in “Glee”]. Giving a young gay boy the dream that someday Prince Charming will come and sing a love song to them? You cannot imagine. You simply cannot imagine how revolutionary such a thing is.