Showing posts from March, 2010


I helped my brother move yesterday. It was actually a relatively quick and painless process. Okay, so a start-time of 8:00am was painful, but other than that it wasn't bad. There were four of us to help him move, and the whole thing took two hours. Seriously. We were all done and returning the U-Hall by 10:00 in the morning. His new place is really nice. It's a converted victorian house and all the original woodwork/flooring is gorgeous.
Yeah, he is SO hosting Thanksgiving this year.
Anyway, the move really got me to thinking about simplification. I have a lot of crap. That's right. Knick-knacks and tchotzkes and dustmagnets galore. Oh, and crap. Do I need all of it? No. Is fully half of it still in boxes from the move? Yes. I unpacked the things I foresaw needing, but due to a lack of space I kept a lot of my belongings packed away. The thing is, I've gone two months now without even thinking about needing any of that stuff.
So why am I still hanging on to it? I guess t…

My Schedule

Y'all can ignore this post for the most part. Most of this is me just trying to wrap my head around everything I need to do in the next five days (ie, before class on Tuesday).

Friday Morning
Get up around 7:30, make a quickie trip to grocery store to buy some fruit/soy milk.Take the chickpeas that cooked in the slow cooker overnight, drain and make into a double serving of chickpea cutlets, which may or may not last the weekend.Laundry - paramount for the afternoon, must be done and driedMake some breadShowerSqueeze in some homework if possibleExternship. This is scheduled from 1-3, which means I need to leave by 12:20 in order to set up for 1, and I won't get home until 3:30 at the earliest.Homework if possibleBe at work for 5, until 9. Will be home around 9:30.Saturday8:30am - help my brother move out of the apartment. Hoping I will be done by 11. I need to be done by 11, because I:Need to shower!!!Be at work for 1pm, 8 hour shift. Will be home around 9:30.SundayWork 9:30 - 6…

The 23rd Psalm Saltine

The carb is my enemy; I shall not wantIt maketh me to avoid green salads It leadeth me past glasses of clear water It fattens my stomach It leadeth me in paths of yeasty goodness for adipose' sake
Yea, tho' I walk through the aisles of the supermarket, I will fear no carb For thou aren't in my basket (tho' thy dinner rolls and thy cookies, they comfort me) Thou art on all the tables in the best restaurants and thou tasteth best when anointedeth with olive oil My weight runneth over
Surely cakes and garlic breadsticks shall follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the International House of Pancakes forever.

Reality: the Ultimate Killjoy

This morning, I was working on a post-graduation budget. Y'know, how much I'll need to make per/hour or per/year in order to live in the manner to which I would prefer to live. Ie, not below poverty levels.
My ultimate goals are to be able to afford a small apartment of my own, bring at least basic cable/internet back into my life, and even attend the occasional yoga class. I still intend to live rather simply, because if anything this li'l 9-month experience has taught me that a lot of things I think I need are actually luxuries I just like having around.
I got about halfway through planning out the budget when I noticed one tiny detail. All my figurings were pre taxes. They were all good figures, but if I kept on like that then I'd be running into trouble half-way down the line. So, I adjusted for taxes. Can I just say taxes suck? Sigh. Yes yes, I know why we have them. Blah blah blah.
With reality staring at me in the face, I seriously wonder sometimes if I can actua…

Random Stuff I Kinda Wanna Blog About but aren't Worth Full Entries

1. Last night at some point I came up with a great book idea. I have a couple decades worth of journals and I thought it would be killer to use them to kind of track my life. Starting with the really inane entries from my childhood to some of my more recent blog posts. Of course, this would mean culling through hundreds of entries, writing explanations/introductions/what have you's, and oh yeah. Discerning which unpacked box houses all of these gems. This idea may have to wait a bit.
2. Yesterday in class I asked if I could switch from developing a business plan to developing a career plan. The business plan was just not working out for me and was causing me much undue grief and stress. I can see the next five years career-wise, and starting my own business is not anywhere there. So, now I just need to go through and do it. I think this will be a lot easier for me to see.
3. We have been having sun and warmth in Vermont the past few days. This is exceedingly rare for Vermont and I h…

Damn Thee, Organic!

I've been trying (and failing) to do away with organic stuff since I can't really afford it. I still very much comparison shop and if the organic version is comparable in size and price then I opt for it. But, usually it isn't so I wind up with conventional. This happens especially with produce and frozen veggies, since there is often no comparison - conventional is cheaper. Always.
This bites.
First, if I was only going to buy one thing organic, it should be the produce. But when fresh produce becomes a luxury, you take what you can afford. If that means non-fair trade bananas for 59 cents a pound, I offer up a silent apology to all those poor South American farmers working slave labor and buy them anyway.
Second, most of the time organic stuff just tastes better! Okay, so I'm spoiled by the fact that I can actually cook and bake. My food is pretty good. But, I don't always feel like doing that or I don't always have the time, so sometimes I will rely on buying s…

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Typing My Thoughts.

Okay, so yeah I just posted something like two hours ago.
I guess I'm needing to process something and this is the easiest way to do it. Well, I could journal it in my paper journal, but that would require me putting down the laptop, getting up from the couch and going into my room to get it. And we all know that's not going to happen.
Classmates have, for a while now, been ordering business cards for themselves off a "free" website. My plan was to design my own myself and print them out, saving myself money and coming up with something unique and me at the same time. Yeah, well. That bombed. I actually came up with some decent cards, considering that I was using Word (some days I really miss InDesign). The problem was, I could NOT get the fuckers to line up right when I printed them out, and the printouts just looked cheap. Especially compared to what my classmates were showing me. There was no way I could use them.
So, I went online and ordered some business …

Open Letter

Dear Icons from the '80s and '90s:
Will you all quit dying already?!? Seriously. I remember all of you fondly, even if in the process I am thinking "I can't believe I liked that movie/song/tv show". You don't know me from Eve, but for a brief moment you were a part of my life and I held you to high regard (even if I shouldn't have).
I know you all are human and thus mortal and that you will live on forever in your work. However, when you're only a couple years older/younger than me, your knocking off throws me in to a serious tailspin of asking such deep questions as "have I even done anything with my life?", "if I died tomorrow, could I look back at my life and be happy?", and "Really? Amy Winehouse is still alive?"' Okay, so that last one is just a general wonderment, but you get the picture.
Anyway, I'm hoping the ones who are left have either cleaned up to the point where they know not to take 50 sleeping pills a…

I should really go to bed

...and now, for your viewing pleasure, a list you couldn't care less about.
DVDs I Wish I Owned because I Watched Them all the Time on Cable but Now I Can't Afford Cable, Used DVDs or Even Netflix 50 First DatesAnchorman: The Legend of Ron BurgundyThe StandAny of the Charmed seasonsZoolanderSteel Magnolias (don't ask, I can't explain it. I just have to watch it every time it comes on.)Rose RedDirty Dancing (nobody puts Baby in the corner!)Any of the first three Indiana Jones movies. The fourth one just sucked.A League of Their Own. Oh wait, I own that on video for god's sake. Is my VCR even hooked up at this point?Futurama. Okay, so I have one of their "movies" on DVD, but would prefer some actual seasons.Robot Chicken Star Wars!


I've been having some doozies lately, let me tell you. Most of them are in regards to things I either don't want to happen or are afraid might happen. As if my subconscious is giving voice to them in dreams as I won't in waking life. Or something.
Last night's was particularly interesting. We were getting ready for a dance performance, and more and more people kept coming in. There were people there from school, as well as old high school friends I haven't seen in ages (Hi Becky - you were in my dream!).
Anyway, as more people poured in the dance space got smaller and smaller. I started freaking out, because I had no idea what I was going to dance to nor did I have a costume. I went back stage and someone threw some costume on me, but when I looked in the mirror it was all wrong; totally not me at all. So, I finally choose which dance I want to do and frantically tear off this costume and try to cobble one that will fit the song. As I'm frantically pulling this …

Letting Go.

We do this thing in class called "Somatic Psychology." It looks a little different every time we do it, but generally speaking it is one of my favorite parts of class. One time we made collages (I think this was my favorite class by far), other times we do exercises that help us get in touch with aspects of ourselves, other times it is looking at the chakras.
Yesterday, we did this exercises where we stated our commitment (we came up with these months ago) in the center of a circle, then everyone else would come at us with "requests" we could either accept or deny. This looked like someone coming at us with their arm outstretched; if we accepted their request we walked with them and if we denied it we turned them away.
It was an interesting exercise. There were times when the requests came fast and furious and you had to struggle to keep up with everything. Some requests went unanswered, some had to be denied and there were some you wanted to accept but couldn't…

Because it's True.

I took this picture (among many others) this past summer along the Burlington Bike Path - that part the runs from Oakledge Park to the Burlington Waterfront. There are a lot of old train tracks from back when the area was more industrial. This was in an abandoned switch house.
I couldn't have said it better myself.