Saturday, November 20, 2010
PS
Spoon was great. Janelle Monae and Of Montreal... Off the hook! I wasn't sure how she would fit in with the craziness of Kevin Barnes (who I adore adore adore), but she puts on a show. If you haven't checked out Ms. Monae, you can catch a bit of her captivating nature on the Tightrope
the firefighters put out my fires, took all my matches...
It's been a Jets to Brazil sort of afternoon.
Here we are again at holiday time, and I'm feeling the gloom. I'll be home in December, so I opted out of a turkey day trip which was a mistake. The past few months have left me drained, and I'm not coping well with the ambiguity. Dissertation is proposed, and internship applications are in. So far, I've had two rejections (no Minnesota in my near future, and one of my Chicago sites was a miss) and one invitation (Hello, Columbus!). Hoping for more good news post-Thanksgiving.
With all this uncertainty about next year, I find myself missing the fam. I want to be able to menu plan and cook with Deb Deb and Pa Joe, go to shows with Big G (now that he's finally developed tastes beyond gangsta rap), drink margaritas with Quinn and Angela, and see my little monkey more than three times a year. Our skype visits are great, but blowing her kisses is not the same as real hugs. On the flip side, I can't imagine being happy in Dallas. I'm becoming less tolerant of intolerance with old age. I wish I could pick them all up and transport them some place a little more liberal and a lot more outdoorsy.
I'm making an effort to recover from the burn out, mentally and physically. My stack of non-school related books continues to grow, but I'm making more of an effort. Tooley started up a book club, which is mostly an excuse to have brunch and chat. We're in the middle of Harvest Home (1970's gothic horror). The heavy handed foreshadowing has me a bit apprehensive about what bizarre bloody rituals are about to go down in the last 100 pages- pretty sure rape and human sacrifice are on the menu. Starship Troopers is next- love me some Heinlein!
The chill and early dark have been deterring my runs, so I joined a gym this week. My plan is to use treadmill time as an opportunity to increase my pace. I'm also discovering that I quite like yoga. Here's to a healthier, happier end for 2010.
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
Some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer, I hope I'm wrong
but I know the answer, it's four in the morning
I'm right again and I'm chinatown...
-Jets to Brazil
Here we are again at holiday time, and I'm feeling the gloom. I'll be home in December, so I opted out of a turkey day trip which was a mistake. The past few months have left me drained, and I'm not coping well with the ambiguity. Dissertation is proposed, and internship applications are in. So far, I've had two rejections (no Minnesota in my near future, and one of my Chicago sites was a miss) and one invitation (Hello, Columbus!). Hoping for more good news post-Thanksgiving.
With all this uncertainty about next year, I find myself missing the fam. I want to be able to menu plan and cook with Deb Deb and Pa Joe, go to shows with Big G (now that he's finally developed tastes beyond gangsta rap), drink margaritas with Quinn and Angela, and see my little monkey more than three times a year. Our skype visits are great, but blowing her kisses is not the same as real hugs. On the flip side, I can't imagine being happy in Dallas. I'm becoming less tolerant of intolerance with old age. I wish I could pick them all up and transport them some place a little more liberal and a lot more outdoorsy.
I'm making an effort to recover from the burn out, mentally and physically. My stack of non-school related books continues to grow, but I'm making more of an effort. Tooley started up a book club, which is mostly an excuse to have brunch and chat. We're in the middle of Harvest Home (1970's gothic horror). The heavy handed foreshadowing has me a bit apprehensive about what bizarre bloody rituals are about to go down in the last 100 pages- pretty sure rape and human sacrifice are on the menu. Starship Troopers is next- love me some Heinlein!
The chill and early dark have been deterring my runs, so I joined a gym this week. My plan is to use treadmill time as an opportunity to increase my pace. I'm also discovering that I quite like yoga. Here's to a healthier, happier end for 2010.
I'm tired of fighting, so I'm demolished - that's the way
Some make exhaustion a mode of expression and that's their way
I'm just a question knowing my answer, I hope I'm wrong
but I know the answer, it's four in the morning
I'm right again and I'm chinatown...
-Jets to Brazil
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