Another Year, Another Review
I'm not sure I've ever gone an entire month, posting an entry a day. I'm not sure if this will be that month or not.
Ooooo it's December. Time for drinking hot spiced concoctions, gazing at twinkling lights and reminiscing about the year gone by.
Is it too early for my now traditional year-in-review post where I take the gist of the first LJ post of each month and catalog it here? Maybe, but here it is anyway, this time, new and improved with links to the entries referenced:
January 1, 2008: probably the lamest one ever. I stayed home and played scrabble with my mom. Yet still it was satisfactory in a lot of ways. Kind of wasn't in the mood for a big to-do anyway. Or maybe I'm just telling myself that since there wasn't the option of any to-do anyway.
February 2, 2008: I always seem to check lj pretty often on friday and saturday nights. Invariably, I'm mildly disappointed when there are no new posts. And then I remember, "oh yeah, it's friday or saturday night. people are out doing stuff," and then I don't feel so disappointed because hopefully people are having fun. (after that paragraph I write about socks.)
March 1, 2008: I recently discovered that whenever I play either M.I.A. or Hot Chip my dogs will growl and bark.
April 5, 2008: Not sure why, but I had the following post set to private, so I won't link to it, but I'll include the entire post here. I think I thought it was a silly thing to write about that no one would want to read. Who knows?
Yesterday I drove all over the place. I sat in traffic in the rain. I listened to music.
I think I was listening to an Andrew Bird song when I started thinking about xylophones and how they are often underrated by adults, if considered at all. Xylophones were the best thing in music class in elementary school. From the big one made up of all wood to the teeny one with metal bars, it was always fun to get to play the xylophone. But then sometime after elementary school, after the brief experience with xylophones once a week for a while, they kind of just fade into the background.
You can join the band and play an instrument, but the choices are the flute, or the clarinet, or maybe the saxophone. Or you can join the strings and learn the violin, cello, or even the bass, but I don't recall that xylophones were ever actually part of the school band, and I certainly would have remembered if there was a xylophone club.
May 6, 2008: I'm sitting in the Portland airport. My flight is delayed an hour which will give me about 20 minutes to catch my connection. Wish me luck! The gates are pretty close to each other, so there's hope, even though it is at the Houston airport which is huge.
One more reason I love Portland (full list to follow in an upcoming entry): free wireless internet at the airport. They don't charge you like every other airport I've been to does.
June 2, 2008 (From 2 different posts):It's weird. Once I start on my own art project, all my brothers chime in and ask for help with other projects.
and this one which is the first sentence in a post I really like and still think is a good idea:
I was thinking it would be cool to get some of those little party favor things, where you pull a little string and they pop open and shoot streamers and confetti everywhere.
July 2, 2008: My friend Nic asked me, "So how old are you?" and I immediately responded, "29," and then my eyes got big and I was like, "that's the first time I've said that."
August 1, 2008: I saw 2 basement rooms last night. One was really unfinished. It might have been ok; but the guy mentioned that the house is right next to the homeless shelter. He quickly added that they aren't like the crazy homeless people in Detroit that kill people, but the friendly kind that feed the chickens in the back yard and are sad when one dies.
September 2, 2008: I've said this before, and I'm sure I'll say it again. Other people's dreams are usually pretty boring to read or hear about.
So let me elaborate on one I had last night.
October 5, 2008: I can't decide if waking up with a bloody toe is a sign that it was a good night or a bad night. Certainly I had an awesome time at my party, but you know, bloody toe is bad, right? Especially when you don't remember it happening, right?
November 2, 2008: I'm back home again! It's kind of weird to be here. It's like all of a sudden the house sitting is over, and then it's just over. Oslo and I got along quite well; I wonder if I'll miss him. I'm glad to be back, but I feel a little disoriented. It's the same feeling I get when I travel to another place: in no time you have switched environments and it happens so quickly and all at once. But I suppose I always feel that way when thinking about time and space, because the one thing that hasn't changed is me, and I start to ponder what is really real anyway.
December 1, 2008: I started off the day feeling pretty crummy still. Part of me had decided to go home in February. Part of me wasn't so sure.
Ooooo it's December. Time for drinking hot spiced concoctions, gazing at twinkling lights and reminiscing about the year gone by.
Is it too early for my now traditional year-in-review post where I take the gist of the first LJ post of each month and catalog it here? Maybe, but here it is anyway, this time, new and improved with links to the entries referenced:
January 1, 2008: probably the lamest one ever. I stayed home and played scrabble with my mom. Yet still it was satisfactory in a lot of ways. Kind of wasn't in the mood for a big to-do anyway. Or maybe I'm just telling myself that since there wasn't the option of any to-do anyway.
February 2, 2008: I always seem to check lj pretty often on friday and saturday nights. Invariably, I'm mildly disappointed when there are no new posts. And then I remember, "oh yeah, it's friday or saturday night. people are out doing stuff," and then I don't feel so disappointed because hopefully people are having fun. (after that paragraph I write about socks.)
March 1, 2008: I recently discovered that whenever I play either M.I.A. or Hot Chip my dogs will growl and bark.
April 5, 2008: Not sure why, but I had the following post set to private, so I won't link to it, but I'll include the entire post here. I think I thought it was a silly thing to write about that no one would want to read. Who knows?
Yesterday I drove all over the place. I sat in traffic in the rain. I listened to music.
I think I was listening to an Andrew Bird song when I started thinking about xylophones and how they are often underrated by adults, if considered at all. Xylophones were the best thing in music class in elementary school. From the big one made up of all wood to the teeny one with metal bars, it was always fun to get to play the xylophone. But then sometime after elementary school, after the brief experience with xylophones once a week for a while, they kind of just fade into the background.
You can join the band and play an instrument, but the choices are the flute, or the clarinet, or maybe the saxophone. Or you can join the strings and learn the violin, cello, or even the bass, but I don't recall that xylophones were ever actually part of the school band, and I certainly would have remembered if there was a xylophone club.
May 6, 2008: I'm sitting in the Portland airport. My flight is delayed an hour which will give me about 20 minutes to catch my connection. Wish me luck! The gates are pretty close to each other, so there's hope, even though it is at the Houston airport which is huge.
One more reason I love Portland (full list to follow in an upcoming entry): free wireless internet at the airport. They don't charge you like every other airport I've been to does.
June 2, 2008 (From 2 different posts):It's weird. Once I start on my own art project, all my brothers chime in and ask for help with other projects.
and this one which is the first sentence in a post I really like and still think is a good idea:
I was thinking it would be cool to get some of those little party favor things, where you pull a little string and they pop open and shoot streamers and confetti everywhere.
July 2, 2008: My friend Nic asked me, "So how old are you?" and I immediately responded, "29," and then my eyes got big and I was like, "that's the first time I've said that."
August 1, 2008: I saw 2 basement rooms last night. One was really unfinished. It might have been ok; but the guy mentioned that the house is right next to the homeless shelter. He quickly added that they aren't like the crazy homeless people in Detroit that kill people, but the friendly kind that feed the chickens in the back yard and are sad when one dies.
September 2, 2008: I've said this before, and I'm sure I'll say it again. Other people's dreams are usually pretty boring to read or hear about.
So let me elaborate on one I had last night.
October 5, 2008: I can't decide if waking up with a bloody toe is a sign that it was a good night or a bad night. Certainly I had an awesome time at my party, but you know, bloody toe is bad, right? Especially when you don't remember it happening, right?
November 2, 2008: I'm back home again! It's kind of weird to be here. It's like all of a sudden the house sitting is over, and then it's just over. Oslo and I got along quite well; I wonder if I'll miss him. I'm glad to be back, but I feel a little disoriented. It's the same feeling I get when I travel to another place: in no time you have switched environments and it happens so quickly and all at once. But I suppose I always feel that way when thinking about time and space, because the one thing that hasn't changed is me, and I start to ponder what is really real anyway.
December 1, 2008: I started off the day feeling pretty crummy still. Part of me had decided to go home in February. Part of me wasn't so sure.