Keep writing. Keep doing it and doing it. Even in the moments when it's so hurtful to think about writing. Heather B. Armstrong of Dooce.com.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Friday, January 25, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
At one point last year, I was dating W, but still seeing my ex. And then I told W that he and I were giving it another go, and for some reason, W has still stuck around.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
"You are everything I never knew I always wanted."
Posted by Lindsay at 11:30 PM
I'm cleaning the apartment top to bottom, yesterday my friend and I had a great domestic evening in which we did our nails, make sauce from scratch with fennel and ate it over miniature gnocchi (pictures forthcoming).
Friday, January 18, 2008
Don't forget to save reciepts for art supplies and certain tools and furniture (starting January 1st) since you'll likely be filing as an independent on tax returns next year! Hooray!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A year ago, when I got dumped, I spent MLK week wandering the city at length. I found one of my favorite sweaters, a hand-knit three-quarter length cardigan with a button at the top, hanging on a dumpster that day on my way to Enoch Pratt Free Library and before I went to watch the parade. A neon sort of orange-red in cotton, with bits of periwinkle and yellow and tangerine, it's cheerfulness and dedication completely belied that day's grimness for me. Dazed, lonesome, and alone, before any of my friends had gotten back to school. I smoked clove cigarettes like a chimney, and cut my hair again and again, as if shedding the keratinized skin cells would make easier shedding emotions and memories.
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
I mean, I couldn't possibly do worse than I did then, so that's a little optimism inside me, but I am not thrilled to be heading back to Baltimore. Here I can be helpful, feed the animals, talk to dogs, cuddle with little warm bodies that never get sick of being the wrong kind of spoon, and autopilot my way to and from the buzzing city (or far-off suburbs). I've got some hard work to do in the studio, I know that now, and that work isn't the easiest to make. Blood and sweat and tears and money and time, to be put on a pedestal and judged.
I just want to avoid people and places for a while, and I suppose it will be pretty easy to do so since my life isn't tied to his like it was last year, hopelessly entangled. And the fact that we broke up when we weren't in the same physical space was good. As is my way, I have four dates lined up for when I get back, and of course my on-going affair with LEGO Star Wars to occupy my time.
I'm just not a little girl any more, I'm not that naive or innocent or enchanted with possibility, and I'm sort of sad to see that part of me gone for the most part. Still, though, I dream of romance. Of a relationship so well-matched that one can't help but believe in a higher power, with a person who sees me in their future, not just the past and present. I deserve that much.
Morning Edition, January 15, 2008 · Scrabble is one of the most popular board games, with more than 100 million sets sold worldwide. An online version of the game, called Scrabulous, is getting a lot of attention. But Hasbro, the maker of Scrabble, isn't happy. That's because it isn't the maker of Scrabulous. Listen here.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
I think this vacation has been the most movie-filled in a long time. I saw Juno, I Am Legend (on IMAX), Perseoplis, and then Sweeney Todd:The Demon Barber of Fleet Street .
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Anyone want to hit the Ingrid Michaelson/Matt Nathanson show at the Recher in Towson on January 31st at 7 PM? Her station on Pandora has been my breakup listening of choice, and I think it's good to support cool indie-pop artists in concert. Last years' Girls and Boys' "December Baby" is from an Old Navy sweater commercial that was on this past December, and that's how I found out about Ingrid. Listen to a couple tracks on her myspace. And while you're at it, check out Michael Berkowitz, who writes songs about snow and the ocean and Baltimore.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
In this case, my family lost two trash bags full of old clothes and linens and deduced it from their 2008 taxes.
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Yesterday my new nunchuck arrived and I'm gonna spend all morning playing a few levels of LEGO Star Wars. There are few things that could not be improved by being played by animated LEGO guys, who explode comically in a set of painful-to-step-on bright-colored plastic pieces.
I have no new year's resolutions of my own, though I do have a counter-resolution, that I not at any point let my twin sister become lighter in weight than myself (her resolution is to keep getting more fit, which is awesome, but seriously? Now I will actually have to work to stay ahead. Darn it.)
By the way, making pita pizzas with baba ghanoush in place of pizza sauce and a little kefir and mint on top after baking is super duper delicious.