Walking

As I was walking home from work today two men talking said "Hi", I responded in kind, and one said "Enjoying the weather?" and I said yes, and that I had just gotten off the phone with my parents who are in Denver (which was true). We then started talking and it became a very nice concversation. they both have lived in DC, around my neighborhood, for some time, and the talked some about how the neeighborhood has chnanged, the benfits of owning one's home over renting, and the beauty of driving less. It was a very nice conversation, at the end of which one of them gave me a ride home, and the other invited me to have food at his home.
Israel is the only other place I have lived where people will invite strangers off of the street to share a meal with them. I have heard that it happens in Europe as well, but my experience with Europe is fairly limited. It was a very nice interaction, and it started my weekend out on a pleasant note.

All aflurry

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The last couple of days have felt frenetic to me. It seems like there is not enough time to do all of the things that I want to do and the things that I need to do. On my own time, the want things win out over the need things almost all of the time. Which means that there has been very littel studying.

Some things that I have been playing with in this last week of the year:

del.icio.us
digg.com

Note the new sidebar items. I'm still learning about both of these, so for the time being they seem to have a fair bit of overlap (but then again, so do all the sites I linked to in my last post, so perhaps there's just a degree of overlap in my life right now).

Links for 12/28/2006

Pandora


Music Mobs


Last FM


The above three links are very similar, but are different in important ways. Explore... they are all fun. I would also mention Art of the mix because it is neat, but I don't think it's being maintained and is pretty basic. But the discussions can be pretty cool.

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I was sad last year when the world lost Telegraphs as a mode of communication. Are we really on the verge of losing Morse Code? I think that perhaps simply because it is no longer a required skill does not necessitate that it will disappear forever (don't people still learn Sanskrit?) There will always be people like me who love the old, obscure things.

Art shmart

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Truly, what good is an art show if you're not going to take someone down in the process?

These are the things that I do, rather than study for the GRE, a weekend and one weeknight condensed into succinct bullet points:

1. Clean my room. As in moving the bed and mopping.
2. Freak out about how I am going to pay for graduate school.
3. Watch 13 episods of Prison Break courtesy of itunes (for the record, it really sucks that you can't watch Fox, NBC or CBS shows on their website if you use a Mac. Long live ABC!!), because thinking about grad school makes me panic and we all know that television is the opiate of the masses.
4. Design a tee shirt for the Threadless Decemberists <3 Threadless contest.
5. Realize that though my drawing skills have improved dramatically over the last year, my photoshop skills have not.
6. Wonder why my printer has decided to freak out.
7. Attempt to reinstall said printer (in the hopes that I can simply scan my fabulous tee shirt design into Photoshop and submit it)
8. Give up and watch 24
9. Look at the clock and realize it's 10:30 and I have done no studying. Contemplate taking out the Kaplan book.
10. Fish the cat toys out from under the dresser and throw them for the cats.
11. Blog about how little studying I did tonight.

Things that made me smile today

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Christmas may not be my holiday, but I thought I would put together a list of some of my new favorite things:
Foodler Definitely check it out if you're in the DC area.

Chuck Palahniuk wants you to write

Learning to Love you More you should never get bored.

I saw Blood Diamond today, and it was intense and hit me very hard. All I wanted to do was sob, and unfortuantely I was not with someone I felt comfortable sobbing in front of. And of course, by the time I got home the moment had passed.

When I worked at the counseling agency last year I worked with a number of people who are Catholic. A couple of them, who are married to one another, told me that on Good Friday they would watch a movie about conflict, something that helped them to think about the complexity of the world and its issues.

I am not new to the idea of conflict free diamonds. A number of my friends have gotten engaged or married in the last eighteen months, and each time I have asked them what they know about their diamonds. Because I am curious. What do my crunchy, hippie, Quaker friends do out in the world? How many of them stick to their ideals, and how many of them fall by the wayside?

I don't have a lot of room to talk, I have a Verizon phone, I hold major credit cards, I have a Macintosh computer. I've done enough research to know that I am not without guilt, so I throw no stones. But the thoughts are always sitting in my mind, they watch me.

What does your Christmas look like?

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I slept until twelve pm, contemplated getting up and making coffee and realized I didn't need it.

Despite nothing quite happening the way I expected it to over the last couple of days, I have had a really nice, relaxing long weekend. Today I am off in search of Chinese food and a movie, in the tradition of most American Jewry.

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There's a bunch of stuff I've been meaning to write about recently, and as always, as soon as I open my computer to work on it, all of my thoughts fly out of my head. Ain't that the way.

I was in Denver this last weekend for my friend Laurel's art opening (pictured above, at said event). It was phenomenal, as I knew it would be nothing less. Going to Denver gives me a sense of meloncholy, I fall back with the old people so easily, and it feels so right. Denver is comfortable and easy.

Oooh! One of the missing ideas has come back to me.

I look back on this past summer as one of the very best times I can remember. I don't doubt that it was amazing in it's own right, but it also came out of one of the thoroughly dark moments of my life. I remember this summer from my bicycle, late at night. I was out in the world, I was reconnecting with old friends, and making new friends. I approached everything with a sense of open-ness that I rarely experience, and I know that was because I knew that if I screwed something up I was leaving soon anyway. It's a weird way to live life.

When I came back to DC it was like waking up from a dream. It was cold, and surreal.

I have begun to question things I have taken for truth for the last three years, about who I am and what I need to do with my life, as well as where I need to go with my life.

Darling won't you please come home.

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I dream of a studio or an efficiency with a lofted bed and lots of light. No more north facing windows for me, I miss my rainbows. I've been feeling a little lost lately. Everyone in my life is involved in fairly serious relationships. And we're all getting to an age where that actually means something. And here I am... alone, and mostly happy about that. Except for those certain moments. It's not that I want to date someone, its that I want to already be there. I want the comfort of having been married to someone for five years, knowing that I'll continue to wake up next to that person every day for the rest of my life, and feeling really happy and secure in that knowledge.

Whe I lived alone at least I didn't have to check with anyone before inviting a friend to stay for two weeks. But the loneliness occassionaly ate my soul a little bit. I guess everything has it's own special tradeoff.

Sea of doubts

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What does it feel like, to really trust someone?

Suicide is a line in my life. A number of people I have known have crossed the line, one person has tried, and one person I know about has seriously considered it.

I have come just short, in this journal, of explaining how truly upsetting an experience high school was for me. During high school I became quite familiar with that line, and where it lay in my life. I took comfort in considering walking slowly across that line, but I never thought very hard about how to do it. It was more like an escape plan. Nice to know it was there, but not something I wanted to think about for long. But now... having been out of high school longer than I was in it... I wonder if I'm remembering clearly. Certainly I am not.

That, as interesting as it is, is not actually what I wanted to talk about. One of my best friends attempted suicide a couple of years ago. This was not just a friend, this was someone with whom I'd had a physical relationship, someone I was only just beginning to realize I loved, and someone I knew was intensely troubled.

What I am wrestling with right now is the idea of the fear of death. I am desperately afriad that the people I love will leave my life before I have a chance to tell them the important things. And that is incredibly selfish.

In the weeks before my friend tried to kill himself I knew something was wrong. People who had known him longer and better than I have asked me if it wasn't possible that I was over-reacting. When I described his catharsis, his complete lack of emotion, response, his complete lack of life, I think that for just one moment they understood just enough to know that in that moment, those of us who were there had not over-reacted.

But these are difficult thoughts. It is hard to keep them in my head. Almost as soon as my friend was out of direct danger I began to rationalize on his behalf. "He wasn't serious... it was a cry for help". This is something that we say to make ourselves feel better. Because it is incredibly upsetting to realize that somoene you love might be in such an intense amount of pain that you can't comprehend, or fix, and that you are not enough to make the person believe in the goodness of being alive.

These are all incredibly selfish ideas. I recognize that.

I have a friend who died almost exactly four years ago. She died in a car accident. I regret that I did not know her as well as I wanted to. It's not the kind of thing that I look back on and think "I wish I had known her better". I wished I had known her better when I was in a room with her. She was one of the people I couldn't believe would want to be my friend... she was so much more awesome than I. And I never got a chance to get to know her later, when I had a better sense of self worth. The point is that I knew then how amazing she was, and when I found out she had died I felt as though something had been stolen from me. I no longer had an opportunity to know her better.

When I get depressed now... I sometimes feel that I will have to go through the rest of my life having loss be as nearly constant as it was in those crucial years.

It feels hard for me to trust people that they will be in my life, that they won't suddenly disappear one day. I am not so secretly a control freak, and death frightens me.

are you one of the beautiful people?

The beauty of fandom.

I am a reader of blogs. Not many, just the ones published by my friends (Look! There on the side! It's a bird, it's a plane... It's a blogroll!) and a couple of select others. Kevin Smith and Dooce most regularly. Because they are well written, tend towards hilarity, and don't make me feel a. stupid or b.like i've just wasted five minutes of my lifetime. I was struck today when I saw that Heather, over at Dooce, has begun to offer tee shirts. Now, as a compulsive reader of Questionable Content, Dinosaur Comics and Red Meat, I am no stranger to the lure of tee shirts affiliated with the internet. I certainly don't begrudge dooce the selling of tee shirts. Really this is just a reflection on my amazement at the internet. People will buy the shirts, even though they don't have any nifty pictures or phrases, becase dooce has created a community of readership. The internet is a very strange place.

Would you buy a shirt that says Franken, or Jonathan Safran Foer? Yeah. I'd probably buy one that says Jonathan Safran Foer. But I'd probably be more apt to buy a shirt that says "Dear Stephen Hawking, Can I be your protege?" which is a direct reference to the book, but is a little less obvious. And it allows passersby to be part of your in joke.

Which inevitably brings me to a discussion of people's desire to be part of exclusive groups. Or at least Americans' (and by that I mean people who are in the United States) desire for that. If I wear a shirt that says "dooce" on it, there is still a degree of exclusivity, since people who don't know what dooce is will say "what does your shirt mean", and people who do know what dooce is will just know. And in twenty years when I have kids who think my "vintage" clothing is alternately hideous and wonderful they will say "so you mean dooce was a website? what did it do? you mean you just read it? that's pretty funny"



I'm holding out for VR baby.

When faced with a challenge...

A comment was left on my last posting by someone unknown to me. This person invokes Jesus and the New Testament in reference to love. I am not Christian, and generally I have some distrust of people who immediately jump to discussion of Jesus and his love when faced with, well, any sort of discussion. For now I am leaving the comment, because it isn't directly proselytizing through my blog. But I am going to ruminate on this. And I have chosen to approve all future comments.

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I love you so much

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What does it mean, to understand the love I want to have, to have known what it feels like, and to know that the person with whom I feel it is not the person I can be with?

When I'm with him we hold hands. He makes me feel less crazy for being in love with the little things in life. He makes it okay that I want to throw bouncy balls off tall buildings, race matchbox cars in the metro, and lie around all day watching cartoons from my childhood. When I'm with him I don't need to understand him, and he knows that he doesn't need to have the answers for my questions. It's enough that we are each other, with each other.

When I'm not with him don't think about who he's with. I don't wait for him to call me, but I allow myself to be thrilled and surprised when he does.

I'm learning a lot about what is important in my life, and I have learned a lot about love from one person, and some more about it from many other people. I don't know what love looks like. I know that I need a love that is peaceful, that is understanding and thoughtful and full of grace.

The best love never tries to hurt the people they love, but takes responsibility for it when they do, and trusts the people that they love to know that they are not perfect. Together we create a space where it is alright to be human, to make mistakes.

The best love is not afraid to express when they are upset, knowing that feeling a certain way is alright, but that acting out of that feeling may not be. We are able to express our feelings without using them to manipulate one another.

The best love shines a light in the dark corners, challenges the people they love to be the very best people they are capable of being. We support one another in good times and in hard times.

Love is not limited by number, by gender, by physical appearence or ability. If I tell you that I love you, no matter who you are in my life, these are the things I am telling you.