|Chestnut, February 2nd 2012|
Somewhere, Winter is having a vacation. Picture some snowball of personified season, sipping pineapple juice out of a coconut in Hawaii. Anyways, this particular year, Winter has been somewhat of a joke in Chicago. Maybe a break of sorts, from it's usual brutality.
(Luckily, due to snowmaking technology, snowboarding isn't out of the question).
And yet, it's been a winter of oversized cardigans, big books, and hot tea. So there aren't many complaints.
There. I started a post off with weather. I am so cliche.
Writing has been slow for me lately, and I've disappointed myself. Although I've come to realize there are times, where you need to accumulate thoughts, instead of just regurgitating ideas out at the speed of light. Time needs to be allowed to saturate truth, knowledge, and opinions.
|Weird tissues are weird|
HOW MANY DATES TO WAIT UNTIL YOU START TALKING ABOUT HUMANITY IN THIRD PERSON?My best friend, Emma, and myself came up with a little list of articles we wish magazines would feature. I dubbed them "Weird Girl Problems". You can read some of the less specific ones on her blog, here. There were also some pretty funny "believe it or not, we could have used advice for this bizarre occurrence" ones, that I might post on our joint blog. Anyways, if you have any you'd like to submit, PLEASE DO! Leave in comments, and I'l post them with a link to your profile.
|(If the swearing offends you, I do apologize)|
As far as the humanity in third person question, in all seriousness, my rants tend to sound like I am an alien, watching people and wondering if they see the ridiculousness of it all.
That's why I relate to Kurt Vonnegut's writing style, because he nitpicks at all the idiosyncrasies of our people without sounding mean, just honest. I try not to be a pessimist, or think the worst of people. No, I love people, yet hate society as a whole. Once, in English, I remember going over how people tend to generalize things, and that it's easier to say "Oh, I love Africans" but it's harder to deal with noisy neighbors. It's easier to love something when it's a large, idealistic version, but when it comes to individual basis, it's a little more difficult kind of love.
Reading through my NaNoWriMo novel. Ouch.
A lot of rubbish, but maybe scraps worth saving.
What have you been listening to, music wise? I could use some musical variety right now.
I have the Italian National Anthem (dance party version) stuck in my head.
Oy vey, help me.