Well, seeing that I’m moving across town this weekend, taking the GRE on Thursday, and then going up to New York for my sister’s wedding, I don’t really have time for a real blog post. I did, however, find this excellent piece on literary theory from the NYTimes website. It’s worth a read, even if you didn’t do much with literary theory in undergrad (ahem).
So go ahead, read it. Increase that esoteric knowledge. As I was saying to a friend at dinner last night, “I may not be full of useful knowledge, but I am full of information.”
I was gchatting with my friend Zé and somehow the subject of being tan came up. This conversation ended up being pretty amusing. He was surprised when I was talking about my general lack of tan-ness. Being from the coast of Portugal, he cannot fathom life without beaches. Being from Atlanta and having gone to school in rural Massachusetts, I cannot imagine life with beaches. Having reached this awkward impasse, I had to explain:
What do you think, fellow landlocked friends? How about you, my chorus of Northern buddies? This is pretty much accurate, right?
Let’s keep going on that list jam, since it seems to be the easiest way for me to write about my life, which is still sort of amorphously purposed on the day-to-day level.
- The more I need to get Serious Bizness TM done, the more I clean my room.
- Let’s pretend no longer: this song is my jam (and the MC Casual BlogStyles of any time before a week ago would be so. ashamed. Whatever, full disclosure, right? It also helps to regard The Strokes as a completely different band after Room on Fire because they basically are. And then Phrazes for the Young and AHJr.’s solo stuff make more sense too.):
- Let’s also realize that I have a certain fondness for the lengthy parenthetical.
- I am way more rusty at GRE math than I had hoped.
- I have an irrationally short temper when it comes to the dating world. You send me a text that says “A penny for your thoughts…”? We are done, and I am insulted by your idea that I tolerate your bromides. You invite me to be your date at your birthday dinner after just one date? You will never hear from me again because that’s weird and a little sad.
- An addendum: I have, however, met some great friends through dating situations that didn’t work out, so in some rare cases it can be useful.
- And on a related note, I like being single.
- Even though I have gotten rid of a lot of my belongings, it’s hard to let go of some things. I have been through my clothing three times, and I am going to make a few more rounds of cuts before I move.
- Oh yeah, I’m moving out of the basement, bitches! MC Casual BlogStyles: soon-to-be Basement Dwella No Mo’! Barring global catastrophe (although I wouldn’t put it past the fates at this point, considering the year those of us on Dear Old Planet Earth have had), I will be moving to the best neighborhood ever. I will be Haver of Dinner and Lawn Parties and That Person Who Walks to the Grocery Store (And Bar) Because She Can’t Ride No Fancy Bicycle and Procurer of Free Internet at Coffee Shops Because Her Old House Doesn’t Have Internet or TV. Just a few of the more honorable titles I’ll soon adopt. Oh yeah, and my future roommates are cool, too. Seriously, though, I lucked out in finding a room in the only walking neighborhood in this city.
- I haven’t plucked my eyebrows since last winter because I am growing them out (…yeah, I know), and they actually don’t look heinous. But this is why bangs come in handy if one happens to spend some time in the public sphere.
- However, if I am not outside of my own home, there is a good chance my hair looks like this and I don’t even notice:
- I am working my way through Lolita as annotated by Appel and really enjoying the density of the annotation by Appel and the consequent feeling of stupidity and general talentlessness that Nabokov tends to instill.
- But I should really be thinking about fractions and exponents and whatnot right now–that, or working on the speech I am giving at Allison’s wedding in October. Both events: so soon! And so: so long!
Yes, I know it’s been ages since I wrote anything of substance on this blog. On one hand, I think it may be better that way ultimately, but on the other, y’all keep checking back here because you want to know what’s going on in my life. Recently, now that I’m back in Atlanta, I’ve been working on improving my life in the future. What does that mean? A lot, actually, but generally I’m trying to force myself out of the comfort zone, both mentally and geographically, so that everything will be easier later. A few measures I’ve taken recently:
- New haircut, new mentality. Trite, but true.
- Setting a date for the GRE so that I am forced to study. It’s good to have a plan.
- Essays, essays, essays…in Portuguese.
- More essays (in English).
- Accepting the fact that I’ll be in Atlanta at least until Allison’s wedding in October, so I may as well be meeting new people and going new places instead of treating it like a death sentence. I read something in passing the other day, where some lady was talking about how her last two weeks in her old city before she moved were the best two weeks she had in that city because she was going out, making plans with people instead of staying home, and seeing sights she’d meant to get to eventually. So that’s what I’m doing, and it’s working out well.
- Making inroads into the lusophone community here, since it is sizable and I need to keep improving my language skills.
- More blind dates. Ohhh yeah. Or ohhhhh no, depending.
- Getting rid of half my belongings.
- Leaving West ATL more frequently. Yesterday I went to the exotic land of Emory, for example.
- Running. Yeah. What? Me? I know. It’s nuts, but it feels good(ish) despite the shin splints, and it’s a good way to process things if you’re otherwise sitting and stewing about a problem.
- Making a concerted effort to read an array of publications about contemporary happenings. Cue The New Yorker, Harper’s, The Review of Contemporary Fiction, Utne Reader, BBC Brasil, &c.
So that’s about it. I just went to the Waffle House for breakfast and had a steak and coffee, so I’m feeling good.