two (okay, three) things
Circumstances meant that I was really (really, really) not in the mood to post anything for thinkpositive30 last night, so because I mean to stick to this and because there's no way I'm letting scarletts_awry win, I offer up two things today:
One (for April 25):
Growing up in the city the way I did, I never saw a sky full of stars until I was nineteen years old. This was the summer after my freshman year of college, when I took the train up to Rhode Island to visit the guy I was dating at the time. He lived way out in the country on a road that had no artificial lights at all, and the house (his grandparents') was entirely surrounded by woods, most of which they owned.
I've long since lost the guy, and I'll always prefer city streets to country meadows, but when it's not a normal part of your life, your first sight of all the stars in the sky, of that field of white against the black, stays with you.
And they're there even now, even though I've gone from one city to another, and even though I still can't see them if I step outside.
Two (for today):
I wrote today! For the first time all week.
I think that's all that needs to be said.
Oh, and this week's episode of 30 Rock used the Uncanny Valley theory as a plot point. Complete with handy-dandy chart, and with a clear, coherent explanation of what the theory entails.
Dude. Uncanny Valley. As a plot point on a primetime sitcom. I fucking love this show.
One (for April 25):
Growing up in the city the way I did, I never saw a sky full of stars until I was nineteen years old. This was the summer after my freshman year of college, when I took the train up to Rhode Island to visit the guy I was dating at the time. He lived way out in the country on a road that had no artificial lights at all, and the house (his grandparents') was entirely surrounded by woods, most of which they owned.
I've long since lost the guy, and I'll always prefer city streets to country meadows, but when it's not a normal part of your life, your first sight of all the stars in the sky, of that field of white against the black, stays with you.
And they're there even now, even though I've gone from one city to another, and even though I still can't see them if I step outside.
Two (for today):
I wrote today! For the first time all week.
I think that's all that needs to be said.
Oh, and this week's episode of 30 Rock used the Uncanny Valley theory as a plot point. Complete with handy-dandy chart, and with a clear, coherent explanation of what the theory entails.
Dude. Uncanny Valley. As a plot point on a primetime sitcom. I fucking love this show.