Though the world of clothing is strange and mysterious, here are two truths:
Clothes available in even sizes are for women and are fairly reliable, though you’ll want to check every season to make sure you’re still the same size, because vanity sizing totally exists.
Clothes available in odd sizes are for juniors and girls and none of the universal truths of sizing will apply, as in, a 6 is not equal to a 7, it’s not even close. And as you realize this discrepancy, you will realize that these odd numbers mean something else, and that is: you are almost 30 years old and did you really think you could pull off Target brand bright blue skinny jeans even if they WERE in the right size? Come on now.
Though I realize that in using the term “producing people” they’re referring to educating and training people with particular skill sets, I can’t help but read this and think: AMERICANS! Why can’t you just make a human factory to supply us with workers who will put in 72 hour weeks?
So, I live within shouting distance of the beginning of the Crashed Ice event. As in, I can see the wall of the course start from my bedroom and kitchen windows. Hey, do you wonder what that is like? This is what it’s like:
My block has been closed since Christmas, and they just recently put up more barricades which means I have to walk through road closure signs just to get to the front door.
There are many generators, and sometimes I think, oh, the constant buzz has gone away! But really, I’ve just gotten used to it.
Also, security persons! They have ranged from nice to surly to slightly creepy and their numbers have gone way up this past week.
Parking surprisingly isn’t the disaster I thought it would be, since they opened up some street parking for residents only.
People make jokes about how I should be able to ride down “the slide.” UM HAVE YOU SEEN THIS THING? Also, no. Also, no you would not ride down it in a sled, so shut up already.
People also ask if I have an awesome view, which is hilarious, because it’s like…imagine going to a ski race, only you’re at the back of the hill! And you can’t see any of the jumbotrons because they’re facing the other direction. And, it won’t be on TV for another week. That’s what my view is like!
Really, the worst part has been the lighting situation. I’ve woken up at 4am to BRIGHTdimBRIGHTdim and thought wtfwhyareyoudoingthisitis4am!!!! Last night I had to rig a dark sheet on the curtain rod because blue and red lights were flashing and WHY? It was after 11pm! NO ONE WAS SKATING! Most of my cursing out this whole thing has been done in the late hours when I’m tired and crabby.
So yeah, there have been some inconveniences but for the most part it’s been kind of amusing and it’s fun to see the place I live in so many press photos. Also fun: it prompted me to have my first official party in my apartment. Because who cares if we don’t fit? We can always party outside.
“Look, if you don’t want to make your bed, don’t make your bed. You’re an adult with free will. But don’t get all up in the comments section spreading lies and scaring people. The theory that these loons like to espouse is that if you make your bed your linens don’t get a chance to air out, thus making them more attractive to bedbugs. Like an army of bedbugs is going to march toward your bedstead, see that it’s unmade, and the commander is going to shout, “FALL BACK MEN! WE’VE GOT AN UNMADE BED SITUATION! HOSTILE TERRITORY, RETREAT, RETREAT.”—
I’m a fan of setting goals and having ideas on how to make life better - I’m also a fan of being able to changing and abandoning goals if I feel like it. Here are some goals, sort of for the year, but more just in general.
Do a pull-up. Cardio is sort of ingrained in me at this point but building strength has never been a …strength. Heh. Heh.
Start looking at houses for real. (Which will probably, hopefully, lead to buying one, but I need to start somewhere instead of just being afraid of all of it.)
Create. This is the usual reminder, as I’m always wanting to sew more, make more, do more. Specifically, I want to actually edit and finish one of the many drafts I’ve started and submit it somewhere.
Consume. I’m mostly interested in reading more books than last year, but I also would like to make an effort to actively listen to new music instead of poppy and familiar stuff.
Connect. In terms of being social and doing things, 2011 felt like a nesting year. While that wasn’t bad, I’m feeling the importance of seeing people I care about, instead of lamenting about never seeing friends anymore. Life is short! Let’s hang out!
I also look forward to cultivating a very serious and rewarding relationship with my new food processor. Coleslaw. It’s happening.
Lots of people have stories about their journey knowing Esme Barrera, because she knew everyone and was the very best. I think writing and sharing helps some through such a terrible time. And for others, they have a private journey. This is just my story. Part journey, part grief, part guilt.
Eleven years ago, I started posting on a Weezer message board. It sounds trivial, but this space in the internet changed and affected so many parts of my life. I often forget about it, because friends are friends however you meet them.
Yesterday I woke up, hungover, and checked my new iphone to find out that one of my Weezer friends, who is also an ex, is engaged. This wasn’t surprising news, but it reminded me of that space and all the people it has brought into my life, people I still talk with on a fairly regular basis and people whose news I only hear through facebook.
Last night, again checking my phone in bed, news started appearing that another lady from the board, Esme, had died. I was (am) shocked, and there was little information at that point. I went to sleep wondering how it happened, to find out this morning that she was murdered. I never met Esme. There was a time where we chatted frequently, and I have postcards and other notes she sent me in the mail, but over the years she became part of the latter group of friends. Everyone I know who has met her speaks of how amazing she is, and my heart goes out to everyone who has lost a great person in their life. Reading her facebook wall is both heartbreaking and heartwarming, as it’s clear that she was a special soul that touched a lot of people in positive ways.
The internet spaces that are so often held at arm’s length, the ones that we think of giving up for more important things, are the same spaces where we celebrate engagements and babies and new jobs, the same spaces where we mourn tragic events. But instead of discussing the internet and what it all means, I’ll say what I’m learning: cherish your friends and loved ones. Be thankful for your relationships, and the ways they have shaped you.