Thanksgiving was uneventful but lovely. My mother is the queen of boxed foods, and turkeyday did not disappoint. I left very early into the holidaying to nap at home, and woke up to mathematics (geometry!) and a pudgy dog demanding a walk. Did not write my personal statement, which needs doing. Desperately. (Tonight’s the night! #ineffectivemantras ( Read more... )

Work has been wonderful recently. (Here: italics without irony.) Louis Armstrong’s rendition of ‘La Vie En Rose’ walked me through a power-hour of cashiering a week ago; funnily, it’s those lovely old slow songs that get me through the high-stress moments the best, as if outer hubbub bows to Satchmo blues. In the subconscious attic: worries about ( Read more... )

Let it all hang out? Ugh, never. I’m really very bad at proceeding without aims, never casual if I notice it; goalessness, as recommended frequently in ZenHabits.net and the like, is something I never manage. “Zen Buddhist you are not.” The force is weak with this one, I’m afraid. But. Today, something unexpectedly nice happened, perhaps all the ( Read more... )