Murder She Blogged
Summer Vacation has officially started. Even though I did not have finals this Spring it seemed like I under went my own finals week (I finished work and my last scholarship/assistantship interview in the same week). Now I really have nothing to do except read and ride my bike and catch up on TV via Netflix.
I've been alternating between Buffy episodes and Murder She Wrote. Both predictable and comforting, yet hilarious and invigorating at the same time.
And I realized i am always drawn to mystery shows (i.e. shows where a character has to piece together cues by the end of the episode to solve a crime or puzzling situation). I wondered why.
Of course- the details. The little things that seem so insignificant. At the end of the episode the main character has some revelation involving some small overlooked detail mentioned only in passing (the murderer happens to wear gloves or have a fear of water). I always enjoy that moment and vow to be more observant in my own life.
How much do we miss in our own lives- things that seem small and insignificant but can really turn out to be a big deal (obviously not the solution to a murder case, but still)?
I think this summer will be devoted to being a detective of my own life, of the lives closest to me. I will have my moleskin notebook close at hand (Harriet the Spy style) ready to write down observations, to see what I can find out about the world around me from actions, from discarded remnants. I think, secretly, my love of detective shows hint at my desire to notice as much as I can, to be an observer.
Simple observations can lead to such amazing revelations. Today I saw my thick thighs silhouetted in the grainy sidewalk and they looked shapely and strong. And all I had to do was stop texting and look down.
Now I just have to piece the clues together. See the shades of myself.
(Note: not my own picture. Taken from Google Image search findings)
I've been alternating between Buffy episodes and Murder She Wrote. Both predictable and comforting, yet hilarious and invigorating at the same time.
And I realized i am always drawn to mystery shows (i.e. shows where a character has to piece together cues by the end of the episode to solve a crime or puzzling situation). I wondered why.
Of course- the details. The little things that seem so insignificant. At the end of the episode the main character has some revelation involving some small overlooked detail mentioned only in passing (the murderer happens to wear gloves or have a fear of water). I always enjoy that moment and vow to be more observant in my own life.
How much do we miss in our own lives- things that seem small and insignificant but can really turn out to be a big deal (obviously not the solution to a murder case, but still)?
I think this summer will be devoted to being a detective of my own life, of the lives closest to me. I will have my moleskin notebook close at hand (Harriet the Spy style) ready to write down observations, to see what I can find out about the world around me from actions, from discarded remnants. I think, secretly, my love of detective shows hint at my desire to notice as much as I can, to be an observer.
Simple observations can lead to such amazing revelations. Today I saw my thick thighs silhouetted in the grainy sidewalk and they looked shapely and strong. And all I had to do was stop texting and look down.
Now I just have to piece the clues together. See the shades of myself.
(Note: not my own picture. Taken from Google Image search findings)