Sunday, February 22, 2009


I have started using Facebook. It is likely to be my doom.

It's funny that I've been very busy lately but still don't have much to say. I'm trying to clean my apartment in preparation for my sister and her friend who will be staying with me tomorrow night, after we go to the Flogging Molly concert. Loud music, vegan food afterward, and a three-day weekend for the associated travel to and from Duluth (twice, to get aforementioned sister and friend to St. Paul and back). Should be fun, right?

I knitted a murloc, from this pattern for a friend's birthday. The pattern itself seems to have quite a few errors in it (miscounting stitches, wrong row numbers, etc.) but I think it turned out okay. I wasn't entirely happy with the legs and will probably try and make another murloc with the leftover yarn so I can try and fix the pattern a bit more to my liking.

That's all for now. Time to go pick up dinner and then clean and clean and clean...

Wednesday, February 4, 2009


I made my tea properly this time--it's not bitter. I'm just drinking it too fast because the office is cold tonight. I blame groundhogs.

It's funny. I've always felt that I lived in the wrong time, but I'm never quite certain which other era I would prefer. I used to think of the distant future. Then of the hippie generation. Now, I long for 19th century Europe. I'm regressing. I'm digressing. I'm tired and cryptic, and just deleted the little word game I was playing with myself while writing this--searching for rhyming gerunds. Regressing, digressing, destressing, addressing, repressing, caressing. Oh, but I am silly sometimes.

I've found a new favorite word: absconding. As in, the night seems to have absconded with my sanity and left no forwarding address. I'm wishing for the world to warm up again so I can take walks at midnight and see the stars in their multitudes. It struck me recently that that's one of the things that most bothers me about living in the city. I can't see the stars, nor can I take late-night walks and feel perfectly safe. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I don't go out much anymore.

Another cool word I learned by watching House M.D.: myoclonic jerk--the sometimes violent muscle twitch that prevents me from falling asleep at my desk or sometimes in bed. The brain decides that the body is dying, and tries to wake it up. Does a good job, too, but I'm not dying, little paranoid brain. I'm just sleepy. Which ultimately means, I'm glad for the tea.

Saturday, January 17, 2009


Reading Les Miserables makes me wish to stage my own revolution, and possibly to die nobly for a cause. At present, it is my favorite book.

On Wednesday, I wore three layers of clothing to work, and was not overly warm even inside the office (they turn down the heat at night, so I'm usually half-frozen). I called my mother yesterday evening and she said that it was -30 degrees in Grand Rapids. We are approaching Antarctic temperatures here, my friends. Wretched. It is better this morning, though I will still start my car and let it warm up before I leave work. I tried to dislodge some of the snow that has gathered in the wheel wells, on a day when the temperature did not climb above zero, and discovered that it was frozen solid, with the texture and color of graphite. In other words, immobile and almost crisp-flaky. My boots were no match at all.

It is strange. Little is happening, and yet from this view I can see the whole of my life spread before me, and the future glows like a beacon. I am content to be sometimes unhappy now, if it means that I reach that light at some time. This is, to say the least, unlike me. I am growing old and young at the same time. Perhaps there is some manner of wisdom in hope.

Or perhaps I should put down the book before it goes to my head.

Thursday, December 25, 2008


Hi there. I'm posting this from my iPod at my parents' house. Just finished with Christmas dinner, and soon will be headed out to a movie with my sister. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Thursday, November 27, 2008


Hey folks, Happy Thanksgiving. I'll be spending the holiday at my friends' house, with their family. Menu includes a roasted fall vegetable galette, green bean casserole, potatoes, squash, stuffing, and turkey for the meat-eaters. I will also be bringing mushroom gravy for the vegetarians, and homemade Ginger-Lime Spiked Cranberry Sauce. In addition, we will have apple, pumpkin, and pecan pies. Mmm, nummy.

I'm at work this morning, but I'll be off tonight. Maybe I'll finally get some sleep. They've been doing construction outside my apartment for the past couple of days, so I'm really, really tired.

So. Everyone go give thanks for family and friends, eat well, and celebrate fully. Cheers!