My kids?
Write "algebra."
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
in bed at 7:20 PM?
That sounds about right for the first week back.
I signed up for this 21 Day Challenge through Yoga Journal, and earlier this week, I tried to meditate on my mat after finishing the day's series. Kevin found me asleep on the floor an hour later.
I'm going to watch The Bachelor now on hulu (in bed, natch), because I just can't help myself and my life is really glamorous. But I'd also really like to watch this:
I guess once you find a good aesthetic, you should never stray, man.
I signed up for this 21 Day Challenge through Yoga Journal, and earlier this week, I tried to meditate on my mat after finishing the day's series. Kevin found me asleep on the floor an hour later.
I'm going to watch The Bachelor now on hulu (in bed, natch), because I just can't help myself and my life is really glamorous. But I'd also really like to watch this:
I guess once you find a good aesthetic, you should never stray, man.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
let's file another article under...
..."ways I am going to die."
How Yoga Can Wreck Your Body
Thanks a lot, NYT. Liza, I'll see you at the studio at 2 for hot vinyasa. I laugh in the face of death. Laugh, or compulsively worry.
How Yoga Can Wreck Your Body
Thanks a lot, NYT. Liza, I'll see you at the studio at 2 for hot vinyasa. I laugh in the face of death. Laugh, or compulsively worry.
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| Pretty T-Stiles, I still love you. |
Friday, January 6, 2012
the best new years photos...
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| New Year's Eve 2010 |
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| New Year's Eve 2011 |
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| New Year's Eve 2012 |
...are always of the rubble.
same bat time, same bat channel. i love having friend traditions.
so long to the christmas that never was.
So today it's way too warm for a puffy down coat and the sunshine is whoring herself out like it's spring. January, Chicago-- have we met? Before I got mired in the 50-something worries about my life and his life and other people's lives that I started rattling off to him, Kevin pulled me out of the apartment for a walk. We went to visit our favorite neighbors: Sy and Burma at the Zoo. Oh how those effers just swing and swing, without a care in the world. I could learn a thing or two from those apes.
Seeing as how spring is here, I suppose it's time to get rid of mini-tree. Farewell old friend. You did the trick this faux-Christmas, but I'll be back to 9 footers next year. Why?
Because I LIKE finding pine needles on the floor in the middle of summer.
Monday, November 21, 2011
"god is what happens when humanity is connected."
Sometimes I get... apprehensive? at the thought of writing a blog. When a blog is written well, it can be a insightful, thoughtful, valid contribution to the world. When done not so well, it can veer into silliness, vapidity, and self-indulgence. It is the latter that I worry about becoming (high heels; blazers).
But oh how I love the blogs that I read. Even depend on them, at times.
Because if Heather Armstrong never wrote about her depression, I wouldn't have had her company on those dark days and nights when I was very much drowning. Because if Gretchen Rubin didn't write so honestly and so optimistically about making life worth living, I wouldn't have a spot to retreat to when I'm trying to pull myself out of darkness.
I can tell my boyfriend wonders about all of the blogs I read, and those to which I'm especially devoted. I can tell he doesn't get it. He's never needed to, and that's okay. But for people like me, the sensitive ones, the ones with emotions raw and undisguised, the ones with high highs and low lows, it is so important-- so vital-- to connect, even if just through a screen, to somebody who has been through it, or understands it. And that is why I'd like to blog. To share experience. To connect.
This morning, I read The Happiness Project, which led me to Crooked House, which led me to this video, titled "The Internet is my Religion." So here was this video with a title I initially interpreted as trite, and I took a chance and watched. And I was very much moved. What this man expresses so eloquently in his talk, I will (inadequately) reduce to a few words: The internet is important because it connects us, and in the end, connection is everything. I believe that. I believe IN that. Please watch this:
But oh how I love the blogs that I read. Even depend on them, at times.
Because if Heather Armstrong never wrote about her depression, I wouldn't have had her company on those dark days and nights when I was very much drowning. Because if Gretchen Rubin didn't write so honestly and so optimistically about making life worth living, I wouldn't have a spot to retreat to when I'm trying to pull myself out of darkness.
I can tell my boyfriend wonders about all of the blogs I read, and those to which I'm especially devoted. I can tell he doesn't get it. He's never needed to, and that's okay. But for people like me, the sensitive ones, the ones with emotions raw and undisguised, the ones with high highs and low lows, it is so important-- so vital-- to connect, even if just through a screen, to somebody who has been through it, or understands it. And that is why I'd like to blog. To share experience. To connect.
This morning, I read The Happiness Project, which led me to Crooked House, which led me to this video, titled "The Internet is my Religion." So here was this video with a title I initially interpreted as trite, and I took a chance and watched. And I was very much moved. What this man expresses so eloquently in his talk, I will (inadequately) reduce to a few words: The internet is important because it connects us, and in the end, connection is everything. I believe that. I believe IN that. Please watch this:
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