The hammer hit the nail with great sympathy
I find myself more likely to take my own New Years resolutions seriously if I like them. If they are additive rather than subtractive, if they bring more of something that makes me happy and fulfilled. Not "eat less junk food" but "have more picnics." (Which was 2007, and a success.)
So this year's resolution is to write more. Anything I feel like: LJ posts, letters, private journaling, poetry, fiction, whatever. In fall 08 I had a nonfiction class that I really enjoyed, but in 2009 I stopped writing altogether, I'm not really sure why. It didn't seem important I suppose? But I really miss writing. Sometimes I read my old poems and think "holy shit, I was good."
Last month I began composing a fiction, but I've had a hard time getting it written. Then in the last few days of the year I wrote a poem (a performance poem, in fact) which may be my first complete poem since shortly after I met Damian in 2007. That poem, incidentally, actually mentions slam poetry. This would not be strange except that I have never been into or written the stuff, until this week, so. Weird.
I've also been composing fairly complex film reviews in my head for months, so I resolve now to write them down. (I'd like to write one for every film I watch this year, but I'm not going to hold myself to it if it becomes untenable or if I find the prospect affects my watching habits.)
Does anyone have an opinion on whether/how you would like to see film reviews on my journal? Should I make an archive post that I add to all year, so you have to go out of your way to see them? Should I post them here as I write them? Should I save them up and post them monthly or so? People who don't normally read/comment here are welcome to respond.
Also, I'm aware that I haven't really updated you guys on the whole house-burning-down situation for almost two months. There's not all that much to say, except that things are going well. Celene (bedroom next to ours in the back house) moved out, so we nabbed the smaller dining table from the wreckage and moved it into her room, and got some lamps from Zach and hung up some pictures and such. So now we have a place to eat and entertain that looks pretty nice and is comfortable enough. Not really a substitute for a living room, but it will have to do. Also, without Celene there we don't have to be as concerned about how loud we are. When we're, uh... watching movies.
So now our only roommate is Brian, who is as crazy as ever but we never see him. I miss my big amazing kitchen and beautiful big house, but our situation back here is downright pleasant. And certainly more peaceful than having ~10 roommates.
The kitchen back here is more or less in order, thanks largely to the help of a bunch of people who came over to help rescue and clean kitchen items the week of the fire. I seriously have the best friends ever. Ever ever. This kitchen will never have the kind of counter space I need, but we're actually doing fine for storage, believe it or not.
Let's see... Insurance money came through like whoah. We're waiting for the college to make an offer (in the next couple of weeks hopefully) and then we'll decide whether it's in our best interest to rebuild (and let the college pay us a shitload more for it in two years) or let them buy and demolish it right now. Either way we'll probably walk away with a tidy little profit, which we'll save for our for-reals-home in the Eugene area someday. Which was always the goal when we bought this house in the first place.
Well, that seems like a good start on my resolution, right? Right.
So this year's resolution is to write more. Anything I feel like: LJ posts, letters, private journaling, poetry, fiction, whatever. In fall 08 I had a nonfiction class that I really enjoyed, but in 2009 I stopped writing altogether, I'm not really sure why. It didn't seem important I suppose? But I really miss writing. Sometimes I read my old poems and think "holy shit, I was good."
Last month I began composing a fiction, but I've had a hard time getting it written. Then in the last few days of the year I wrote a poem (a performance poem, in fact) which may be my first complete poem since shortly after I met Damian in 2007. That poem, incidentally, actually mentions slam poetry. This would not be strange except that I have never been into or written the stuff, until this week, so. Weird.
I've also been composing fairly complex film reviews in my head for months, so I resolve now to write them down. (I'd like to write one for every film I watch this year, but I'm not going to hold myself to it if it becomes untenable or if I find the prospect affects my watching habits.)
Does anyone have an opinion on whether/how you would like to see film reviews on my journal? Should I make an archive post that I add to all year, so you have to go out of your way to see them? Should I post them here as I write them? Should I save them up and post them monthly or so? People who don't normally read/comment here are welcome to respond.
Also, I'm aware that I haven't really updated you guys on the whole house-burning-down situation for almost two months. There's not all that much to say, except that things are going well. Celene (bedroom next to ours in the back house) moved out, so we nabbed the smaller dining table from the wreckage and moved it into her room, and got some lamps from Zach and hung up some pictures and such. So now we have a place to eat and entertain that looks pretty nice and is comfortable enough. Not really a substitute for a living room, but it will have to do. Also, without Celene there we don't have to be as concerned about how loud we are. When we're, uh... watching movies.
So now our only roommate is Brian, who is as crazy as ever but we never see him. I miss my big amazing kitchen and beautiful big house, but our situation back here is downright pleasant. And certainly more peaceful than having ~10 roommates.
The kitchen back here is more or less in order, thanks largely to the help of a bunch of people who came over to help rescue and clean kitchen items the week of the fire. I seriously have the best friends ever. Ever ever. This kitchen will never have the kind of counter space I need, but we're actually doing fine for storage, believe it or not.
Let's see... Insurance money came through like whoah. We're waiting for the college to make an offer (in the next couple of weeks hopefully) and then we'll decide whether it's in our best interest to rebuild (and let the college pay us a shitload more for it in two years) or let them buy and demolish it right now. Either way we'll probably walk away with a tidy little profit, which we'll save for our for-reals-home in the Eugene area someday. Which was always the goal when we bought this house in the first place.
Well, that seems like a good start on my resolution, right? Right.