“You got this place smelling like a gas station bathroom.”
“How exactly did you hit my hip with your napkin? Twice.”
“Did you seriously just refer to Native Americans and make that noise…you know the one, gesture a headdress, AND say ‘you know, the one with the tipis’? Then, did you go into African American vs black? I’m thinking about accidentally spilling my drink on you. And I totally think you’re the silent farter.”
“Your conversation is disturbing my reading…and I am good at ignoring background noise. And why are you talking about cavities, whether treatment can be postponed, and the spectre of extraction at an eating establishment?”
This week, I know that I missed a bunch of the things I looked at and read. Habits take time to build, and I’m not going to elt a week of shoddy recording stop me. I know that at the end of the year, I’ll be glad that I did this.
This poem: Sometimes
Rebecca Solnit’s Men Explain Things to Me
When I made the goal to maintain some sort of media journal, I had no idea that it would be as challenging as it has been this first week! I’m sure that I didn’t get everything here. For example, I know that I didn’t record the podcasts that I consume this week. Anywho, here’s to the beginning of developing the habit of paying closer attention to what I’m taking in.
Jason Brown skates to music from Hamilton
Killdeer by Nick Flynn
Dear Pepper: Looking People Directly in the Eye by Liana FInck
Fire and Fury by Michael Wolff
I hate mayonnaise. The very notion of it makes me uncomfortable. However, I am totally capable of enjoying a yogurt-based proxy. So, I found myself researching remoulade so that I can make a sauce to go with the fried oysters that I plan to turn into po’boys using this hot dog bun recipe.
I have a weak spot for a Texas accent. And in the midst of a controversial presidency, I feel like I shouldn’t admit that I like to listen to Secretary of State Rex Tillerson speak because of the way that Texas sound drips from his tongue. Hmmm….this is taking a tone that is probably a […]
Over the last year, I have been thinking a bit more about the different functions of the federal government. As cabinet appointments were being made last year, I realized that I didn’t know much about what the different cabinet-level officials areas of responsibility. I vaguely remember learning about them in a civics course in high […]
Over the last several days, I have been thinking about goals. I didn’t set birthday goals this year because they were starting to feel almost arbitrary, like I was setting the goals out of habit. However, it is absolutely true for me that if I write something down that I am much more likely to get it done…even if I forget that I had written it own. There are lists that I have found this year that prove that to me.
This year was an interesting one for me personally. I made some adjustments that I needed to make in the spring and my life took on a different shape. I found myself doing a bunch of things that I wanted to do, but had not been doing. I took myself on a solo trip to Tennessee which is probably one of the most important things that I did this year. I took myself to a concert. I went by myself to the west side of the state to enjoy the lake and enjoy myself. I took in several movies at the theater with only myself as my companion. This year, though I spent considerable time in the company of other people, I made a point to do things by myself in a way that I had never done before. I’m definitely better for it.
Part of me wants to look back over the year and pull out a list of accomplishments. The rest of me doesn’t. I think that I tend to feel like a collection of achievements and failures, but I don’t want to feel like that anymore.
Speaking of feeling, in 2017. I think that I did a better job of letting myself feel my feelings than I ever have before, and I think that has been good for me. Feelings come and feelings go…letting myself just go with it made that seem a lot more manageable.
I lost about 20 lbs this year. Part of me wanted to set a goal to lose 10 more–30 was my original goal–but I just don’t feel like making that a priority. And that’s fine. I might change my mind. And that’ll be fine too. I’ve enjoyed good health, and this body is always down to be physical. I think that’s enough.
- In 2017, I found myself wishing that I had kept a list of the media that I had consumed. I aim to do that in 2018.
- I began to write for PULP this year which was extremely rewarding. Through this, I made a point to pay more attention to what was going on around me and to take advantage of the opportunities that make this area appealing. I aim to keep this up.
- I started this in 2017, but I have a bazillion t-shirt ideas. I want to turn them into reality in 2018.
- Secret poetry project.
- Get back into Mathematics of A Race Riot. To make the goal measurable, I intend to write about 25 riots in 2018.
- Put a fire pit in the back yard!
- Make bao at home.
- Get the bricks on my house taken care of.
- Replace my stove.
- Find a household chore routine that works for me.
- Decorate the big, blank, living room wall.
- Put order to the basement.
- Return the humiliating collection of bottles that reside in the garage.
- Grow some food.
- Try the new workouts that I have been pinning over the last few years.
- Successfully make sauerkraut. If at first you don’t succeed….
- Take another solo trip. Maybe camping?
- Private donation #1.
- Private donation #2.
And that’s it. My totally unsexy list of 2018 goals. Who cares if there is an odd number? Not I! That’s how I’m rolling into this new year.
“Why do I overhear you talking about taking the ACT? Wait, did I just hear you say PSAT?!?”