Category Archives: Extras
Like I like my men/women…
…usually in the same mug.
…from a local independent coffee shop.
…frequently bought at Starbucks.
…not too bitter.
…so good I wish I could savor it for hours.
…easy to acquire.
…made at home.
…in the middle of the afternoon, just because.
…earning me a stamp toward a free one.
Just a little bit of levity. Add your own in the comments!
It’s election day and I’ve thought a lot about what to write here. I’ve rewritten it a dozen times. If you read here you already know I’m super liberal so you can probably guess who I voted for. If you’re like me … Continue reading →
I read this last night, before the results were official. I still do not know how we got here. I cannot understand how anyone would see Trump as having the potential to be a capable leader of this country.
But I truly hope he proves me wrong, and that things end up getting better. For EVERYONE.
It’s a thin hope and I don’t think it’s likely. I don’t believe that’s how things will go. However, there will always be people out there fighting for what’s right, fighting for those that need more voices than their own to speak out. The world I actually want to live in is farther off than I would like but I still think it can get here. …Eventually.
I often get snippets of last night’s dreams at random times during the day. By snippets, I mean anything from a weird impression of a thing that my brain told me really happened while I was in dreamland, to the entire contents of the dream packed into a sudden memory that my mind processes in less than a second. And since dream time is very different, and one dream can sometimes occur as if over many years, that can be quite a strange experience.
Sometimes I’ll only remember the people who were in it and what type of interaction we had, as opposed to what actually happened.
I’ll say from time to time, “I have the weirdest dreams.” When I have this thought, I don’t usually mean the ones where I was talking with a headless demon or giant bugs invaded my bedroom (both of those were real dreams I had). I mean the ones that would be essentially indistinguishable from real life but for the distinct separation, when awake, between the experiences that are “real” and those that are fabricated in the mind.
You might think–well, I dreamed last night that I was a mer-octopus with the head of a lion, so that was weirder.
Is it, though? Because that is most obviously a dream. No matter what you know it is a dream, because that type of dream is so different from the real world.
In a way the dreams that are most like real life, with strange differences (like your best friend looks completely different, or your relationship with someone in your life is completely different, or a friend makes a cameo but they act like they never would in real life…) are weirder. They’re jarring, sometimes disorienting. Sometimes you’ll think “I’m so glad that was a dream,” and other times “I wish that wasn’t a dream.”
I wonder what I will be dreaming about tonight.
Every single thing I tried to do in 2015 failed. It just fell waysideways. I didn’t write, I didn’t blog, I mostly stopped cooking, I barely read anything.
I DID watch lots and lots of Netflix, but that does not count as an accomplishment.
I did think a lot about what I wanted to be doing, and how far away I am from anything I really want. I did have many small mental breakdowns and almost-anxiety attacks (like just the beginning of it, where it has the potential to turn into an anxiety attack, but it doesn’t get that far).
Going into the new year I have a lot of goals and aims. In short, I just can’t keep sitting around and wasting time. I have wasted so much time, I could have lived a whole extra life by now. Starting to blog again is a small step toward improving my life, and at least it will be an outlet for some of my ideas. (Side note: a part of this goal is to stop making any posts talking about how I’m going to start blogging more. They’re pretty much pointless and the last few times I’ve written them, that claim has proven false.)
Beginning next week, I am bringing back Monday Madness and Five Things Friday posts! I think, actually, I did the latter on my OTHER blog in the past, but this time I’m going to do both here. I don’t think I’ll have any food posts for a while, and I may actually leave that alone for a while. No one wants to read your food posts if you can’t take good pictures, right? But look out for some random ramblings. Hopefully, they’ll entertain a few people.
If you have a moment and feel like it, go ahead and read the post on my writing blog by the same name.
Apparently, making a “list” of qualities of your ideal man is a thing people do. I haven’t ever done it, and I’ve never had a discussion relating to it with anyone in real life, so maybe it only happens in romantic comedies. In any case, I had the idea to make a similar list but instead of pertaining to a significant other, it’s about my ideal neighborhood. Here we go:
- There’s a reasonable greenery to pavement ratio. Nice trees and stuff. On a related note, the sidewalk is NOT strewn with trash.
- I live at least a few blocks away from any schools (there is an elementary school right next door to me right now, which is a lot more annoying than it sounds).
- Within a five minute walk there is a place where I can get really good coffee–both brewed coffee and lattes–and a delicious and reasonably priced breakfast sandwich. Also reasonably near is great pizza, sandwiches, burritos, and a nice but relatively inexpensive bar.
- My close friends live near me. Now, I realize it isn’t the case for most people after college, but we are talking ideal here.
- The sidewalks are consistently wide enough for two people to pass and adequately shoveled in the winter.
- There is a good bookstore, with the kind of seating available that makes you want to hang around.
- Clothing and shoe shops that are easy to get to. (Really good ones, that carry stuff I’d want to wear.)
- People take good care of their facades and front lawns. And they all have front lawns.
That’s all I’ve got for now. There are probably other things that would qualify as well. Near public transit, for instance–it’s important right now, but might not be sometime in the future…
We’ll just have to see what happens. Mostly, what I’m saying is that I’m going to want a great breakfast sandwich tomorrow, and I’m not sure where to get one.
For some reason, I am having a strong desire for pumpkin pie right now. Yes, pumpkin pie. Weird, right? Usually people start craving pumpkin in September, at the earliest (although these days Starbucks starts advertising the PSL in effing JULY).
I need it to be a very specific kind of pumpkin pie, though. Smooth, creamy, and sweet. The crust isn’t extremely important, but a good, buttery, slightly flaky one would be best.
You know how sometimes you know people who bake and they bake well, but they don’t necessarily make things the way you like them best? Yeah, so the last time I had pumpkin pie it wasn’t the kind I really like. It was good, but not satisfying to my particular taste buds…
Not a big deal. I’m sure later today I’ll be craving a burger or a lobster role or creme brulee.
I too often write blog posts about my lack of blog posts.
Life has been busy, crazy, and a blur lately. Between work, holidays, a death in the family, and general life stuff, I’ve barely thought about blogging lately. I think that for just about everyone, there are bound to be times when you can’t keep up with regular blogging. The indication of whether you’re “meant to” blog (whatever that means) is that you keep coming back to it, no matter how many times you slip behind.
I would certainly rather be a regular poster. Maybe I’ll bring back Monday Madness, or come up with a new weekly post like Thursday Thoughts, or Wacky Wednesday, or Sunday Silliness. I don’t know. However, we can’t always do the things we want. I think the fact that I persist even after long hiatuses (hiati? No, that just looks like I spelled Haiti wrong) is something to be proud of. It’s a small thing, sure, but the truth is, my chicken tikka masala post continues to account for most of the views on the site, so new posts don’t make that much of a difference.
Even thought I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, I used the turn of the year as a starting point to make real changes in my life. (Some of them haven’t quite taken yet, like being more active and eating healthier, but they will.) More writing, learning music, getting my finances figured out, cleaning out all the stuff I don’t want anymore, and yet other unmentioned goals. It’s the year of starting to turn my life into the life I actually want.
I won’t call anything a New Year’s resolution because:
1. I think most people give up on it completely if they don’t start it in the first two or three weeks of January.
2. My goals are not meant to be contained to a particular time, but to transform my habits for a longer period.
This is going to be very hard work and sometimes very stressful, so I can’t say for sure I’ll be blogging much more often, but I certainly would like to. I’ve had so many good ideas over the past few months, but not enough time or inclination to write them. In the near future, I will probably be posting on my writing blog devajashewaywriting.com more frequently than here, so check that out if you’ve missed me. Unless everything falls apart again, I should be able to do some real posts here too, instead of just more updates… I know, so many update posts. BORING.
Right now I’m very full of cheese fries and calzone, after going out to eat with a friend. I’m trying to digest, but it’s proving somewhat difficult right now.