Last month of the year. Always sneaks up on me, even when I remember to mark the days off the calendar. Guess it’s time to get all my ducks in a row, tie up loose ends. Heck, maybe I’ll even put up some festive decorations.
And it has been wonderful. Truth be told, I felt a little foolish immediately after the purchase, since I have a completely serviceable laptop. It was just one of those moments where I thought to myself: “I want to buy something rather extravagant as a way of asserting my existence in this consumer-driven society.”
So, like what happened when I bought my ipad mini, after I unboxed it I sat and stared and basked in the strange non-warmth of Apple product glow. I think most people know what I’m talking about. It has a very particular smell. I imagine Apple spent no insignificant amount of time or money developing whatever that just-opened box aroma is.
After a half day of transferring files, I booted this new guy up and it’s been a rare moment when I’m not using it. It’s probably my brain tricking me, but I always feel a spike in my creative output immediately after purchasing a new piece of technology. Well, the potential increases. But here I am! updating my blog and thinking all sorts of thoughts!
Get ready, Internet, for the creative onslaught.
From April 22:
Happy Earth Day!
I once had a plant that tried to commit plantricide by flinging himself from his perch on the kitchen windowsill. Actually, the real story is that we liked to keep the kitchen window open for the breezes, and one particularly strong gust sent him flying onto the floor. Fortunately, we were able to revive him through vigilance and watering and carbon dioxide. Now he lives in a less treacherous spot in the middle of a table away from the winds.
Earth Day is a funny holiday to me. Its significance in my own life has been largely determined what sort of person my science teacher was at the time. By and large, the greatest science teacher I ever had was in elementary school: Mr. H everyone called him. He kept a snake in his classroom that would escape every so often, and the entire school would be on alert until its eventual return. If we were lucky we’d sometimes get to witness feeding time, which to a 10-year old is probably one of the more exciting moments of the school day.
But I digress.
Earth Day was always a part of our curriculum. Each year we’d go out and plant a tree or commemorate a shrub, but the best part was always the “Save the rainforest” t-shirt sale. I’d estimate nearly half my wardrobe in elementary school had some depiction of an adorable tree frog or big-eyed monkey imploring that we stop and think about the destruction of their habitats.
From April 24:
watching Louie. man, that dude is totally hilarious.
Sometimes, my father sends me amazing emails.
I changed up my theme because the other was starting to feel stuffy. Gotta freshen things up every now and then, help get the creative juices flowing. Maybe I just made that up, but it seems like change promotes creativity. Part of this idea to write every day was to work on my abilities to come up with ideas and articulate them, because I think that is fundamental to the creative process. If you cannot translate your thoughts to some other medium they stagnate. But now I think I’m starting to sound trite, or just like I don’t know what I’m talking about. That’s a problem when I get to writing past midnight on a Tuesday. I’m bogged down with the seriousness that plagues the first half of the week. Towards the weekend it’s all whimsy and fluff—looking forward to that.
And now the time for bed is come. Good night, netizens.
We’ve made it to the second day!
I am exhausted. Not because of this project, but because I did not sleep until the birds of the dawn (larks?) were singing their morning-song. Oh happy little birds, nothing gives me a sinking feeling more than when I realize I have squandered nighttime in a waking state. Though many fun and interesting conversations often occur in the darkness. I once read something, an article or in a book, how the intimacy of a shared nightspace makes people more prone to telling secrets.
And I had another nice little paragraph about my own personal experience to illustrate this tendency to share under cover of darkness, but it was lost due to negligence and I faulty internet connection. Suffice it to say that I was recalling an era of my youth of which I have many fond remembrances. It was the summer before I entered into that most horrible prison of adolescence, junior high (technically I went to a middle school, but I prefer “junior high” because it sounds less sweaty and gross). I spent my time with my sister and her nearly-of-age cohort, the disparity in years making them infinitely more interesting than anyone within my underage demographic. They happened to enjoy my company, too, and I probably considered them my closest friends. We would stay awake until the dawn, playing, of all things, The Game of Life, baking Funfetti™ cakes, and talking about everything. It was all very silly and goofy and wonderfully personal, though it might’ve ruined me a little for the middle school social scene, which was terribly banal.
But that’s a topic for another day.