It's just before 11 am on Memorial Day. I am sitting in my bed, still in my pajamas (not a bad place, to be, I might add), wondering what I am going to do for the rest of the day. I thought about all the different things I had planned to do but that never materialized because my friends didn't follow through. Washington DC, New York, Moab, camping, hiking, etc. Some of these plans were necessarily changed because of the bad weather but most of them never happened because people flaked on me. I'm annoyed.
Call me crazy, but I try to do what I say I will. I know that following through on plans for a holiday weekend might not seem like the most important thing in the world, but it gets old when I feel like I can't count on anyone to come through. I hate it when people tell me what they think I want to hear. Oooo, that bugs. I would rather have someone tell me "no" or "let me think about it" than to have them tell me "Yeah, I'd love to" and not come through for me later.
I'm contemplating making my own plans for next weekend. I really want to go down to Arches but don't want the same thing to happen again where I'm left high and dry because everyone bailed. I could go down myself next weekend--and am seriously considering it--but gas prices are so high that I don't know if that's really a wise financial move. I need someone to go with me to split the cost. Stupid people!
Monday, May 26, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
On recapturing my childhood
It seems like some adventure involving scissors and hair is a part of every normal childhood. I know I was a participant in such an incident. My cousin Jeanette cut my hair. Jeanette is the cute one; the one who looks like me (five points to you if you remember where that comes from).
Recently, I went back to a childhood hair phase and got bangs. I don't know that that is a childhood phase for everyone, but I had bangs as a kid and not at all since then. Well, something that comes with bangs is frequent haircuts. Within three to four weeks of a haircut the bangs get so long that they don't lay right and get in your eyes.
Today I decided it was time to completely recapture my childhood and to cut my own hair. I pulled back my hair, grabbed some scissors (thanks Jodie), and went to town on my bangs. I wasn't really going for "even" so I think they look okay. Mission accomplished, childhood recaptured, about 20 years too late.
Side note: I have so much hair. Every time I get my hair done the stylist comments on how thick it is, even if it's not my first time with that stylist. It makes me smile because I expect it every time. But, even I was surprised when I looked into the sink and saw how much hair was there after just a little bang trim.
Recently, I went back to a childhood hair phase and got bangs. I don't know that that is a childhood phase for everyone, but I had bangs as a kid and not at all since then. Well, something that comes with bangs is frequent haircuts. Within three to four weeks of a haircut the bangs get so long that they don't lay right and get in your eyes.
Today I decided it was time to completely recapture my childhood and to cut my own hair. I pulled back my hair, grabbed some scissors (thanks Jodie), and went to town on my bangs. I wasn't really going for "even" so I think they look okay. Mission accomplished, childhood recaptured, about 20 years too late.
Side note: I have so much hair. Every time I get my hair done the stylist comments on how thick it is, even if it's not my first time with that stylist. It makes me smile because I expect it every time. But, even I was surprised when I looked into the sink and saw how much hair was there after just a little bang trim.
On the myth of life after school
When I was a full-time student I looked forward to the day when I would no longer have paper deadlines, mountains of reading, and boring lectures to attend. Life after school seemed like a wonderful dream. I know I'm not the only student to have entertained these thoughts.
Well, I have something to say about life after school: It's a myth! Life after school is not all it's cracked up to be. Full-time work is the pits. It's monotonous and confining. I can't just decide not to go one day. Repercussions for completing something late are much more serious than a poor grade which really only effects you anyway. Oh, and just opting not to do something you don't feel like doing is not a possibility. I can't just decide to take next semester off or to take a lighter load or some fun classes. I have to commit to something for more than 4 months.
So, my student friends, I say to you, enjoy it while you can. You might not ever have so much freedom again. Personally, I'm so disenchanted with the myth of life after school that I'm going back to school!
Well, I have something to say about life after school: It's a myth! Life after school is not all it's cracked up to be. Full-time work is the pits. It's monotonous and confining. I can't just decide not to go one day. Repercussions for completing something late are much more serious than a poor grade which really only effects you anyway. Oh, and just opting not to do something you don't feel like doing is not a possibility. I can't just decide to take next semester off or to take a lighter load or some fun classes. I have to commit to something for more than 4 months.
So, my student friends, I say to you, enjoy it while you can. You might not ever have so much freedom again. Personally, I'm so disenchanted with the myth of life after school that I'm going back to school!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
On Blogging
I love reading writing about writing. Writing is a way of thinking, and, I contend, all great thinkers are of necessity writers. Undoubtedly, many great thoughts have been thought that we don't know about because the thinker never wrote them down. Perhaps, then, I should amend my previous statement: great thinkers who know how to write are remembered and therefore influential. Evidence: Plato, Aristotle, Shakespeare, John Locke, Abraham Lincoln, Mark Twain, The Becca. (See! Writing really is a way of thinking. As I wrote about writing I changed my thoughts about the relationship between thinking and writing.) One of my favorite statements about writing and thinking is this: I don't know what I think until I read what I wrote.
Another writer who writes about writing suggests that no one writes just because. All people, even journalers, she suggests write to be read. We write for an audience. We want to be read. And so we blog. Since leaving school and the abundance of writing I did there, I have craved an audience. (I don't really need to be the center of attention all the time. You know what I mean, a writing audience.) I no longer have a collection of professors as a willing (and sometimes quite demanding) audience. Thus, I am trying to become a blogger.
Another writer who writes about writing suggests that no one writes just because. All people, even journalers, she suggests write to be read. We write for an audience. We want to be read. And so we blog. Since leaving school and the abundance of writing I did there, I have craved an audience. (I don't really need to be the center of attention all the time. You know what I mean, a writing audience.) I no longer have a collection of professors as a willing (and sometimes quite demanding) audience. Thus, I am trying to become a blogger.
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