So. Today is 9/11, and I - likewise - don't have anything to say about it that hasn't been said more eloquently by others a million times.
The attacks happened three days after my 20th birthday - omg, seven years ago - serving as a poignant division in my memory between my teens and twenties... because obviously the world would never be the same, and neither should I.
At that point, I was just living college - I had not yet fathomed a life in anywhere other than Texas, not yet thrown myself into what would become a terrible relationship that would last for years, not yet decided not to go to law school, etc. But now I'm here. I don't know what that means. Seven years seems like such a long time. I can't believe that much time has passed.
On the other hand, two years ago today I started a job that, um, I ended up being not-so-crazy about. To say I was miserable by the time I quit (a year later) would be a sizable understatement. And in a lot of ways, I wish more time had passed so that bad experience could be further behind me. Two years seems like nothing at all. But now I'm here.
Anyway, this entry is all about me, and it's not the right day to think only about ones self. Readers, I hope all is warm and safe with you.
Sigh.
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Thursday, September 11, 2008
Monday, February 11, 2008
Winter of my Discontent
It seems ironic that I should begin my very first blog entry on my brand-new blog with talking about the searing hate hate hate that I have for this godforsaken winter season when I’m supposed to be blogging about stuff I like.
But with the –20 degree wind-chill and the virtually impassable river of ice that is the city street in front of my house, winter is kind of top-of-mind right now, so whatevs. I’m going to write about it anyway.
Chicago cannot catch a break. First, the snow falls in drifts. Then the temperature eases up and the snow melts to messy slush (arguably the least tolerable situation of all). Then the temperature falls again and the nasty slush freezes into sheets of ice, upon which the next snow falls soon thereafter. And that? Is a recipe for unpleasantness.
I think fondly back to the time when the worst winter of my life consisted of the one day it was too chilly to sunbathe at the pool at Scottish Rite Dormitory after class on the first day back of Winter effing semester. Me-of-old, I laugh at your naiveté. Actually... I cry, but I’m just trying to keep up appearances here. And speaking of appearances, me-of-old, enjoy that effortless bikini body while you still can.
Gawd, life’s a tragedy.
But with the –20 degree wind-chill and the virtually impassable river of ice that is the city street in front of my house, winter is kind of top-of-mind right now, so whatevs. I’m going to write about it anyway.
Chicago cannot catch a break. First, the snow falls in drifts. Then the temperature eases up and the snow melts to messy slush (arguably the least tolerable situation of all). Then the temperature falls again and the nasty slush freezes into sheets of ice, upon which the next snow falls soon thereafter. And that? Is a recipe for unpleasantness.
I think fondly back to the time when the worst winter of my life consisted of the one day it was too chilly to sunbathe at the pool at Scottish Rite Dormitory after class on the first day back of Winter effing semester. Me-of-old, I laugh at your naiveté. Actually... I cry, but I’m just trying to keep up appearances here. And speaking of appearances, me-of-old, enjoy that effortless bikini body while you still can.
Gawd, life’s a tragedy.
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