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Zounds!

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Still telling myself to write more, still not listening. How does one self-motivate? On the surface something appeals to the senses but peek just below and how repugnant it suddenly is, like an underground phosphorus pool. All glittering and twinkling to the eye but the other senses cringe and twist and reject utterly the experience on account of the smell. That’s it: I’ve got to acclimate myself to the smell of writing.

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Zooks!

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The obligatory “I am still here” post.

Goals for 2016:

  1. write
  2. write more
  3. keep writing
  4. don’t stop writing, even if it’s bad
  5. learn some more words
  6. think more deeply
  7. be okay with the occasional decaffeinated coffee

Foom foom foom

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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.

I bought a new laptop

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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.

Collated text from failed daily writing experiment

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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.