Jul 18, 2010

I've had a wonderful evening.

After some deliberation, I have decided it is time to bring this blog to a close.

I can offer no explanations, no fancy phrases, no great plans or crazy schemes. But for those who read this blog, if anyone, I can offer my gratitude and a song. After all, it is only appropriate to go out on a campy note:

Jul 11, 2010

Petite Musings

I could try to explain the silence on this blog, but I don't think I necessarily have to. Let's just pretend that people slide from society and then drift back quietly, if not rhythmically.

I love the freshness of things. Working in the city and driving home to the country suits me. I love the quiet and right now I'm enjoying being incommunicado with the rest of society. Most days, I find myself walking with my head in the clouds, keeping my feet to the ground, and hoping I don't have to talk with anyone. I don't know where this sudden wave of antisocial behavior has come from, but I like taking some quiet time for myself. Slinking around, trying to go unseen in order to keep the peace. I am living in books.

I haven't been running in weeks. While I mourn the loss of my runner's body, I'm not choked up about it. If anything, my body aches for a return to library stacks to pick up a new bounty of books for devouring. I'm nourishing my mind. Though I loved a sleek figure, the way my limbs felt when stretching for miles and aching for pavement. My body is no longer the taut machine it was last summer, when I was anything but shy. I fell much more bikini-conscious now. At the same time, I know it's still there, somewhere beneath the small bits of flesh that have development with stagnation. I just haven't had the urge to unearth it. I've been lazy and I'm learning to love letting my just lighten up a bit. To lounge and to loaf.

Jun 24, 2010

Little Birds

Hiding out in the Green Mountains these days, settling into domesticity and recovery.

May 14, 2010

Three Dog Night-"Joy to the World"

This came on the radio on the drive home to visit ma familla for the weekend and I just had to crank up the volume. So what if I'll be deaf by the time I'm 30? Nothing beats driving on the NYS Thruway at 6 o'clock on a 70-degree Friday evening headed towards the motherland with the window rolled down, the dandelion seeds spitting at your windshield, belting "Jeremiah was a bullfrog" and not giving a hoot if that guy driving the Lincoln in the slow lane fancies you something of a madwoman with your couldn't-give-a-damn curls.

May 11, 2010

For Love or Memorex?

Now available for your reading pleasure over at The Northville Review a little piece I like to call "For Love or Memorex?"

Read it. Love it.

Apr 20, 2010

Notre Prof d'Anglais

As I get back into training for 5K season and life in general, I find my ears tuned in to '60s French pop music. I love the peppiness of the vocals and the dense instrumentals. Up on the iPod is Chantal Kelly with "Notre Prof d'Anglais". It's also a clever way to brush up on my French studies:

Apr 13, 2010

Beauty School Dropout

The second spring shearing sees the author going for a very whimsical, low maintenance look:

Since I started tracking my hairstyles with iPhoto, it's interesting to see how I've managed to look somewhat younger and less tired. I think it's the bangs. Also, it's good to know I'm handy with a pair of scissors, though some would say it looks like I cut my hair with a penknife.

I started cutting my own hair in college after an incident with a hairdresser left me looking like the Dutch Boy Paint mascot. However, my senior year of college made me return to the hairdresser's chair to become a redhead as an immersion journalism experiment for an essay on Molly Ringwald. But my old ways soon caught up to me and, out of necessity brought on by poverty, I found myself reaching for the shears yet again.

Hey, $30 can buy a haircut or fill my gas tank. A girl knows what she's got to do.