"Poets are always taking the weather so personally.
They're always sticking their emotions into things that have no emotions." ~ Salinger
I've already told you that I prefer winter to summer. And recently I realized that one reason for this is that I feel like summer is the absence of weather. Unless it's extremely hot. When I think of summer, I think of bland sunny days. I prefer the excitement of cold and snow. It's more noticeable, and thus more interesting. Now, in my first winter month spent in NYC, I've nearly decided that New York winters somehow manage to be less interesting than New York summers. At least it rained a lot in the summer. That was something. But this winter is just...kinda cold. No snow. A rare rainy day here and there. Boring. And that's right. You heard me. Rain. In the winter. Ludicrous. I prefer Colorado winters. Even so, when I woke up to crazy windy rain yesterday morning, I was filled with delight. The view outside my bedroom window was gorgeous. And I had a great excuse to stay inside all day drinking tea, learning Spanish, studying for the GRE, practicing piano and playing Scrabble with Angela.
When I heard Bon Iver sing "I crouch like a crow/contrasting the snow," I knew this music was meant for me. So perfect. How did he know that's my favorite image?
I've been meeting a famous people on planes in my dreams as of late. I met Andy Warhol twice. The first time he had just died and was being flown home for the funeral and for some reason whoever was taking care of him bought him a plane seat rather than putting him in a coffin in the cargo hold. Anyway, at some point he woke up and talked to me. The second time he was sitting in the seat ahead of me and turned around to say hi. For some reason he had Einstein hair. And just the other day I met Bukowski. I can't remember what we talked about, but I'm pretty sure we had a great conversation.
I like hanging around Brooklyn on a Sunday morning or early afternoon when everyone is still asleep and the shops are all closed. I love having such a typically busy place all to myself.
I love that I used to drive forty-five minutes to dance practice in Colorado, and now I ride my bike for ten minutes to get to the studio I rent.
The moon shone through our kitchen window this evening, illuminating the tile floor. It's unusual to notice the moonlight in such a well-lit city.
Living with Levi is quite the learning experience. I'm learning to share groceries, space and chores. And I'm learning to be more generous and to do nice little things for others without being asked. I'm becoming a better person.
The other day we went to the local meat shop in search of prosciutto and pepperoni for my wine and snacks birthday party. The woman behind the counter was Polish and didn't speak an ounce of English and therefore couldn't help us. At all. It didn't help that all the signs in the place were in Polish either. I haven't decided how I feel about this. My initial instinct is to be upset that I can't purchase something in my own country due to a language barrier. But then, the US has no official language....
I saw a billboard today that said that 20% of New Yorkers have to choose between food and medical care. How fucked up is that? Come on health care reform!
Amy B was in town for the weekend and she changed my life with a statement somewhat to the effect of "life's too short to be spent obligatorily." I've definitely gotten better at doing what I want to do on tour rather than what other people want me to do, but I'm awful at it when I'm home. I'm such a people-pleaser. And people at home tend to do more things that I like to do. They also tend to guilt me into doing certain things with them more than the people on tour do. But neither of those are good reasons for me to do such things if there's something I'd rather do simply for the purpose of making such people happy. From here on out, I do what I want. Thanks, Amy.
Is there such thing as sleep anxiety? Because I think I have it. I can be so tired all day, but the moment it's time for bed (like now, 4am on a Wednesday), my heart rate speeds up and I start to worry that I'll never get to sleep. Ack!
A week ago, I turned 25. I found myself a little depressed. Not because I'm getting older, but because life is so good and it's going by too fast. My single consolation came in the form of the realization that none of my 25 years has been wasted. I feel I've used my time wisely. And that's all a person really has the ability to control in life.
I've already told you that I prefer winter to summer. And recently I realized that one reason for this is that I feel like summer is the absence of weather. Unless it's extremely hot. When I think of summer, I think of bland sunny days. I prefer the excitement of cold and snow. It's more noticeable, and thus more interesting. Now, in my first winter month spent in NYC, I've nearly decided that New York winters somehow manage to be less interesting than New York summers. At least it rained a lot in the summer. That was something. But this winter is just...kinda cold. No snow. A rare rainy day here and there. Boring. And that's right. You heard me. Rain. In the winter. Ludicrous. I prefer Colorado winters. Even so, when I woke up to crazy windy rain yesterday morning, I was filled with delight. The view outside my bedroom window was gorgeous. And I had a great excuse to stay inside all day drinking tea, learning Spanish, studying for the GRE, practicing piano and playing Scrabble with Angela.
When I heard Bon Iver sing "I crouch like a crow/contrasting the snow," I knew this music was meant for me. So perfect. How did he know that's my favorite image?
I've been meeting a famous people on planes in my dreams as of late. I met Andy Warhol twice. The first time he had just died and was being flown home for the funeral and for some reason whoever was taking care of him bought him a plane seat rather than putting him in a coffin in the cargo hold. Anyway, at some point he woke up and talked to me. The second time he was sitting in the seat ahead of me and turned around to say hi. For some reason he had Einstein hair. And just the other day I met Bukowski. I can't remember what we talked about, but I'm pretty sure we had a great conversation.
I like hanging around Brooklyn on a Sunday morning or early afternoon when everyone is still asleep and the shops are all closed. I love having such a typically busy place all to myself.
I love that I used to drive forty-five minutes to dance practice in Colorado, and now I ride my bike for ten minutes to get to the studio I rent.
The moon shone through our kitchen window this evening, illuminating the tile floor. It's unusual to notice the moonlight in such a well-lit city.
Living with Levi is quite the learning experience. I'm learning to share groceries, space and chores. And I'm learning to be more generous and to do nice little things for others without being asked. I'm becoming a better person.
The other day we went to the local meat shop in search of prosciutto and pepperoni for my wine and snacks birthday party. The woman behind the counter was Polish and didn't speak an ounce of English and therefore couldn't help us. At all. It didn't help that all the signs in the place were in Polish either. I haven't decided how I feel about this. My initial instinct is to be upset that I can't purchase something in my own country due to a language barrier. But then, the US has no official language....
I saw a billboard today that said that 20% of New Yorkers have to choose between food and medical care. How fucked up is that? Come on health care reform!
Amy B was in town for the weekend and she changed my life with a statement somewhat to the effect of "life's too short to be spent obligatorily." I've definitely gotten better at doing what I want to do on tour rather than what other people want me to do, but I'm awful at it when I'm home. I'm such a people-pleaser. And people at home tend to do more things that I like to do. They also tend to guilt me into doing certain things with them more than the people on tour do. But neither of those are good reasons for me to do such things if there's something I'd rather do simply for the purpose of making such people happy. From here on out, I do what I want. Thanks, Amy.
Is there such thing as sleep anxiety? Because I think I have it. I can be so tired all day, but the moment it's time for bed (like now, 4am on a Wednesday), my heart rate speeds up and I start to worry that I'll never get to sleep. Ack!
A week ago, I turned 25. I found myself a little depressed. Not because I'm getting older, but because life is so good and it's going by too fast. My single consolation came in the form of the realization that none of my 25 years has been wasted. I feel I've used my time wisely. And that's all a person really has the ability to control in life.