Monday, August 13, 2012

Picking Up Again

In my ideal world, one in which I'm a true writer in action (not just in my imagination), I get most of my ideas on the train. Then I take an hour or so during the day to type up my thoughts, ever so eloquently, into a succinct and thought-provoking blog post. The topics range in scope from this funny thing I overheard someone say on the street to the very pulp of my existence, and how I feel about that. See, in my ideal world, I don't actually need all of my writing to be good, I just need to be fine with it if it's bad. I don't type in fits and starts, hold the delete key for entire paragraphs, or sit staring at the cursor winking up at me all like, "Who gives a shit about the pulp of your existence? Who even says that?"

Well, I'm working on that. It isn't enough to merely think every day about writing, and how one day I will become a writer (Jonathan Safran Foer's very first novel got turned into a movie starring Elijah Wood - I have time!), but not today, because da-da da-da da-da. (I have to watch Lockup: Extended Stay, or some other such totally unnecessary activity.) When broken down, being a writer is really just about actually fucking writing. And having love for the written word, which I do, and that's the part that's built-in; the actual skill of writing, you can cultivate. So in a way, I'm lucky.

I promise I will never apologize here for "not writing for a while." I shall pick up, seamlessly, wherever I can.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Geometry



Sometimes, at night, with the perfect amount of Ambien and time in which to let it wash through me, and the perfect balance of aloneness and in-loveness, I begin to feel like someone else's character sketch of a person who might be like me. I'd been stressing for weeks over these lines I had to draw - the backbone for the massive wedding invitation project I'm doing - the geometry of the border had to be just so, and so, and so; and so I did them without measuring, against the soft surface of my bed, and they turned out just perfect with hardly any effort at all. And these sounds are how my brain feels when I'm watching myself slip deeper into real live human sleep.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Cookin' Up Some Hobbies

Oh gosh. So, how's that "writing a little every day" thing going, Ms. Puke?
Whatever. I've been BUSY. Busy with my new hobbies.

I have never been a hobby person. My favorite activities are, in fact, the creature comforts: consuming foods and drinks that taste good (preferably right out of the carton or bottle), sleeping in as long as I can, curling up with lots of pillows and stuffed dogs to watch Jersey Shore and laugh out loud at Snooki falling face-down in the sand, and also hugging. I like to make Matt lie directly on top of me, and then try to breathe. I enjoy the weight of a full-grown man on my ribcage. I could make him do this for hours, but unfortunately he's an autonomous being who has other ideas about how to spend his afternoons. And, anyway, these are not hobbies.

During the past year, I've become way more serious about cooking. And you know what? I like it! I don't think there's anything magnificent about being able to whip up a tasty, fresh, and well-balanced meal - it's really just a matter of multi-tasking - but people seem to think I have some talent at this.

I've always been skeptical of great results I've achieved easily just by doing what I think feels right. You know, getting a stellar grade on a speech in high school or receiving compliments on silly drawings I've done - I just assume that I've managed some kind of miraculous bullshit that's fooled people into thinking I'm awesome. Sometimes, I even lose a little respect for the admirer, because I assume they must have a few screws loose. Isn't that terrible?

I tend to be good at boring activities, like writing bibliographies and filling out paperwork. Or activities that don't matter, like beating you at Ticket to Ride on the iPad.

It's taken me a long, long time to discover what I naturally do well and enjoy. Cooking! Not just dumping crap in a pan and stirring it on high heat, either. As of late, I have been experimenting with different kinds of gluten-, dairy-, sugar-, and meat-free meals (sometimes all at once, waaahh!), but with lots of taste. I still like salt, but I'm learning as much as I can about how my body works to digest various kinds of food so that I can be healthier. I like to think of myself as a little furnace, and I'm throwing in the fuel at the appropriate times and in appropriate portions. You wouldn't toss a potato chip bag or an empty ice cream carton into a fire to make it burn longer, would you? No. No, you wouldn't. (Not that you'd really throw almond milk and kale in there either, but I'm ending this analogy now.) So, in addition to cooking, I've gotten nutrition happy. It helps that I have a nutritionist, and she's helping me to learn not just what to do to stay healthy, but how to do it. It makes me so proud to be able to modify raw products from the earth into a party.

Best of all, these changes mean I'm sleeping more regularly. Apparently my body was just incredibly unhappy with me for eating sporatically and being dehydrated. It has been four weeks since I had a totally sleepless night.
For this next one, I can thank my good best friend Ashley in Memphis for getting married. (And her fiance Sam for asking her.) As a gift, I offered to create their wedding invitations by hand. (Mainly because I hate Photoshop and don't want to pay for a printer - plus, isn't it whimsical?) The past week, I've been working hard on the bachelorette party invitations (the project before The Project), and I'm excited by how they've turned out. I've never received so many positive comments from coworkers and passersby who have just happened to see my neck craned down and my right hand working those colored pencils like a toothbrush on linoleum. Yeah, Crayola colored pencils.

Turns out, you don't need sophisticated equipment or techniques to create lovely work. My whole life, I've been obsessed with handwriting, color, different kinds of paper and inky pens, patterns, shapes. My problem is that I don't doodle; I need a reason to be creating. I don't particularly love to create renderings, and I'm not interested in package design or computer art, so I never thought my obsession with this type of art added up to a real passion. Was I wrong?

Here is how they've turned out!






And then I made confetti for inside the envelopes, because confetti is so much fun, until you're cleaning it out of your carpet.

So, in conclusion, if I were applying for a new job, and I was asked the inevitable and unnerving "What are your interests apart from work?", I could, for the first time since high school, answer confidently, "Cooking, nutrition, and graphic design." And I wouldn't even be lying. Maybe, just maybe, I've finally figured it out. Whatever it is.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Two More Years

Today is the two year anniversary of the morning I left my mom's house in a U-Haul packed with everything I owned, heading for New York City. I'd closed my bank account and had all the cash stashed in a white sack with a dollar sign on the front. Just kidding, it was in an envelope. It was snowing, I didn't have a job lined up, and I was alone.


I won't go into all that's happened since, but I'm proud to say that I'm doing just fine. Matt and I were talking yesterday about where we might like to move when the time comes to leave behind the grit, the crowds, and the cost of New York. We're not ready yet, and we don't know where we'll go, but we've set a sort of timeline for ourselves: two more years. Some days I think I could leave this place and be happy about my decision, and other days I can't imagine being away from it forever. I think there must be a city in the US that has variety and culture, plenty of fun stuff going on like New York, a small town feel like Boston, a decent cost of living, land for owning and planting, and is geographically not too distant from our home state of Ohio. I dreamt the other night that I was taking a walk on an English moor, like this one.

I don't see us moving to Devon any time soon (although I'd love to visit, and hi Emily!), but it was a calming dream. I just want to go somewhere where we can own a big old house with a white-washed front porch, high ceilings, and creaky stairs, and where we won't have to wait 90 minutes for the crappiest table in a subpar restaurant in the East Village.

Here's hoping we find the perfect place.


Monday, January 2, 2012

2011: The Training Wheels Come Off

Every year, I start filling out one of these year-end surveys, and then I don't finish it. This year, it's on. I've borrowed this version from Linda, whose blog I've been following since last December when her Christmas card out-takes made me spit up all over my keyboard. I've never commented or introduced myself, so if you're reading this, hey there!

1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?
I FINALLY BEGAN LIVING ALONE. At age 26, for the first time ever, I was able to afford my own two bedroom apartment, and in Brooklyn, where the cost of living is bonkers. After eight years of other people's attitudes, noise, and piles of junk, being forced to wear pants in the living room, and peeing with the door closed, this perpetual roommate is finally free. That's the biggest, best thing of the year.

I also cooked a lot of new dishes I'd never tried to make, and experimented quite a bit with my own recipes. I'm actually really proud about that. Assuming some day I have children, it's nice knowing they won't grow up on strictly Totino's Pizza Rolls and Ritz Bitz sandwiches.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?


The only one I remember making was to wear more lipstick, because it was supposed to make me feel more polished and professional, but I really didn't do it. I still feel like a little girl who's gotten into her mother's makeup bag.

This year, I'd like to leave my house a little earlier in the morning (which means get up earlier, and stop doing my mascara on the subway), be a little sweeter (less complaining, more giving the benefit of the doubt), and write a little something every day. 

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

No one particularly close to me, but lots of people from high school did, which I witnessed via the riveting world of Facebook. Oh, but Kelly & Nick are in the process of adopting a little girl from Ethiopia, and I got to see her picture!

4. Did anyone close to you die?
No one from my family died, but my lovely friend Ashley's mother passed away in May. Unfortunately I never got to meet her. I rented a car and drove down to Virginia to attend the funeral, and I must say that one of the most precious and poignant moments of my year was right after Ashley and I went through a bunch of old photos to create a collage for the service. When we sat back to look at all these little Brendas staring out at us from the frame, Ashley said, real quiet, "That's my mama," and we had ourselves a cry. It broke my heart. I love that girl.

5. What countries did you visit?
Ohh, just this one. I don't understand how people have both the money and the time off from work to travel, because I've never been able to pull it off.

6. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?
More sleep, please. More motivation to write. A real vacation!

7. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
February 4th, my first date with Matt. Best date ever.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Living alone, earning a raise, creating and maintaining (with the help of Matt, of course) the most fulfilling, passionate, and comfortable relationship I've ever experienced. I think this is it, y'all.

9. What was your biggest failure?
I definitely lost the battle with food this year, guys. It's hard to be good when you're in a new relationship and you just want to sit across from your guy and eat delicious food and drink champagne. It doesn't help that New York has some of the best food in the world, and lots of it!

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
No injuries, thank heavens, and no super bad illnesses either. It's just this damn throat/lungs virus I've had for the past two and a half weeks, but here's hoping it's on its way out finally.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
I loved the watch I bought Matt for his birthday, from my friend Caitlyn's cousin's website Mr. Watch. Any money I've spent at Alta has been totally and completely worth it. And weirdly enough, these shoes ended up being a pretty huge staple in my wardrobe.

12. Where did most of your money go?
Rent, restaurants, alcoholic beverages, and sadly, taxis.

13. What did you get really excited about?
Meeting Matt in person. Flying home with him in June for Comfest, a big (as far as Columbus, Ohio goes) indie music festival that happens every year. Carrie's visit to NYC in September (I was literally sitting on my couch staring out the window, waiting for her cab to pull up to the curb. We admitted afterwards [when her cab driver dropped her off on the wrong block and she ended up wandering around in the projects in crisp white pants and I had to go rescue her] that we both had envisioned her jumping out of the car, me running down the stairs, and us hugging in the sunshine and jumping around flapping our arms with excitement. Imagining your life as a movie can be dangerous.) Hosting my own Thanksgiving (I guess that's another thing I did for the first time this year). Christmas. 

14. What song will always remind you of 2011?
Cameras by Matt & Kim.
Home by Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeros.
My Leather, My Fur, My Nails by Stepdad

15. Compared to this time last year, are you:

– happier or sadder? Infinitely happier.
– thinner or fatter? Ohhh, fatter.
– richer or poorer? Well, at the moment I'm more broke than I've been in a long time, but in general I'm making significantly more money than last year.

16. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Writing, dancing, riding my bike, more rooftop movies.

17. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Complaining.

18. How did you spend Christmas?
Our first night in Columbus, Matt and I both had to stay home and miss my sister's birthday party, our dinner reservations, and an informal high school reunion due to this virusy thing we have, but we spent the evening eating my mom's homemade chicken & noodles and watching Erin Brockovich for the ba-jillionth time. Then we visited his parents in New Lexington, I ate Mexican food with Carrie, and, regrettably, I had a fight with my family on actual Christmas, which was really terrible. I wish I could go back and live the week over.

19. What was your favorite TV program?
Teen Mom & Teen Mom 2. I don't care what you say.
The Wonder Years, which is available on Netflix Instant in its entirety.
Mad Men, come back. :(

20. What were your favorite books of the year?
Oh, I read a lot of really good ones. At Home by Bill Bryson stands out as a favorite, not just of the year, but of my life. Who knew I would ever get so into non-fiction?


21. What was your favorite music from this year?

Stepdad. I really want those guys to make it big.

22. What were your favorite films of the year?
It came out at the end of 2010, but I saw it in 2011 and really enjoyed it: Blue Valentine. Also, Catfish, which we rented on Amazon. I wasn't too thrilled with any of the movies I saw in the theatre this year.

23. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
27. I had dinner with some girlfriends, then did karaoke with some more girlfriends and a couple guyfriends. Matt was away on business and flew in really late that night. I somehow ended up fronting the entire bill for the private karaoke room, which, with tip, was $622. I got some back from friends, but I still ended up throwing myself a $400 birthday party, which I will never, ever do again. Lesson learned. The day after, Matt took me to Alta for the first time, and we flipped out because it was so amazing. That was a really good night.

24. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
I guess some time off from work in July or August. A coworker was out with a broken ankle for the entire summer, so I was filling in a lot and couldn't really be away. The city gets awfully hot and cloying, and I was dying to jump into a lake and read a book in a hammock or something. This year, I hope!

I also had a very trying year with my insomnia. It's never been this bad, and it's been difficult to maintain normal hours when I sleep so little. But I have hope that it won't last forever, and I'm proud of myself for holding it down on the outside, despite feeling like a mess on the inside a lot of the time.

25. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?
I'm just really glad that socks are back in style.

26. What kept you sane?
Becoming a lot closer with my friends at work and being able to talk to them about anything was HUGE. Matt, although it took some learning on both of our parts to be able to help the other through particularly insane times. The fact that he quit his job in October and can now work normal hours (instead of 80+ hours a week) really, really makes a huge difference too. Phone chats with my mom, and gchats with Carrie.My stuffed dog, Patch! He continues to give me comfort as if I'm still seven, and I'm thankful for such an easy fix to a lot of life's pitfalls.

27. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011.

Don't eat right before bed. Don't piss off the landlord, even if she is legitimately insane in the membrane. It isn't always about you; don't forget that people can be acting differently for all sorts of personal reasons that have nothing to do with you. Patience, grasshopper. And, of course, how to double butterfly, stuff, and glaze a pork roast.

Happy New Year, friends!