Saturday, July 9, 2011

A Smattering of Thoughts From the Last Two Months

I haven't written on my blog for a while now. At the beginning of this year I was doing really well and writing on it all the time, but after I posted that last bit about the cover letter that eventually helped me land the job I have now, I haven't posted anything. That's not to say I haven't written anything. Actually quite a few times I've started writing something, but I whenever I start writing here I inevitably end up feeling like I'm at work, which of course leads to me feeling disinterested so I stop. In fact, just to prove that I haven't been entirely lackadaisical, I'm going to post the post fragments from the past two months. Here goes:


"I love flowers. Unashamedly. We live in a world where there is very specific demarcation between things manly and things girly; flowers and the loving of them falls clearly in the latter. To be frank, I don't care. Flowers have the awe-inspiring ability to brighten the world around them no matter the circumstance. Sometimes the future looks like it's going to suck. Sometimes the storms of our lives (school, work, social obligations, pressures that comes from any and all directions for a multiplicity of reasons) rage to the point that it seems like resistance is futile and we might as well give up and lay down in the ditch to avoid the wind. But when upon these billows of life, if we'll just take a few minutes to stop and contemplate a flower, with its majestic and eternal beauty, I submit that even those who feel like they're in the darkest abyss will find a glimmer of hope..."

I'm not sure what sparked this, but I remain firmly in the flower-lovers' camp.

Memorial Day

"Memorial Day is my favorite holiday...I think. It might be Easter. But that's beside the point right now. Most people, when they think of Memorial Day, think, "Wahoo, day off work/school." They see Memorial Day as late spring's version of Labor Day and little more. But ever since I was a little kid and would go with Mom to Berrett's Blossoms early on Memorial Day morning to pick up the flowers for Emily's and Grandma and Grandpa Turner's graves..."

As you can see I was trying to explicate my affection for Memorial Day. I'm sure it would've been touching had I taken time to finish it.


"I pride myself on not being a prescriptivist grammarian. I know the rules of grammar...for the most part. (Comma rules still trip me up every now and again, but they're such a fickle lot that I don't pay them much heed anyway.) I think that prescriptivism would be a dreary lens through which to view life to view life through. Descriptivism is so much more liberating. I know the rules, I follow them when it is altogether fitting and proper that I do so, but I'm not tied down by some pedantic and arbitrary system of rules foisted upon the unsuspecting world by self-indulgent and narcissistic, ivory-tower know-it-alls. Sometimes you just need to say, "Yeah, I might could do that for you." It's not right, it's colloquial, but it's a whole lot more efficient, in terms of words used and breath/life spent than to use the more correct "be able to." I feel like that's a ..."

To be honest, I don't know where I was going with this one. I'm sure it would've been wonderful and witty, but, again, I couldn't be bothered to finish.


"'Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.' -- Henry David Thoreau

Maybe it's because I've been reading Walden on my lunch breaks of late, but I've decided I want to change the world..."

I'm still reading Walden, and while I recognize that not all of what Thoreau said is directly applicable to our lives, I still think we would do well to better espouse some of the ideas he talks about. On a semi-related note, I really want to swim in Walden pond. I recently chatted with a friend of mine and she was telling me about when she went skinny-dipping in Walden. I don't think I'd go quite that far, but hearing her talk about the experience made me want to feel that cool, clear Massachusetts water and take a couple strokes. I've definitely put that one on my 'To Do' list.


"I never cease to be amazed at what a therapeutic activity walking is...."

Yep, I'm still amazed.

So there you go, the blogging fruits of my last two months. The reason I haven't posted much is my job requires me to work almost entirely with blogs 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. From DUI attorney blogs to gay pride store blogs to wedding photographer blogs to HVAC blogs I am constantly commenting on and writing blog posts. Don't get me wrong I love working there and I love the people I work with (I especially love throwing things at Ryan), but by the time I get home I want nothing to do with computers. Resultingly, I've neglected informing the world as to my exploits. I'll see if I can't do better.

1 comment:

  1. I totally understand. The reason I have never been very good at blogging is because my profession requires writing and dealing with words all day long, and I have no energy left for my own blog.