I’m pleasantly surprised to see that I managed a 50% success rate on last year’s resolutions, for which my hair and fingernails are very grateful.
Today’s walk.
Parks are imagined as a respite from the city that surrounds them, but the city always finds its way in.
Sick day video #1: Elizabeth Gilbert at TED.
It can be hard to remember that the whole life-as-narrative-biography thing exists only in our heads, and that reifying it dooms us to living out a story that no one has written, despite not liking the way it ends.
Happy not-so-new year.
I’ve been forgetting to put up my New Year’s resolutions, and we’re nearly three weeks into 2009, which means that if punctuality was one of said resolutions, then I would have already broken it.
This land is my land.
Barack Obama! Black, mixed-race, the son of an immigrant. PRESIDENT.
A flashing disco strobe light at the end of the tunnel.
Brave, foolish people remain willing to invest large sums of money in ridiculous ventures that result in products that no one needs or wants.
Meet the new resolutions, same as the old resolutions.
Since 2007’s resolutions went so well, I’m not going to bother with new ones for 2008. I’m just going to keep working on the unfinished business from the previous set.
Slacksgiving.
What am I thankful for?
Vitamin C is my only friend now.
So of course my sinuses have chosen this moment to crawl up into my forehead and amuse themselves by making the room spin around me.
Not my favorite place on Earth.
I think they intentionally build airports to be energy-sapping, soul-deadening centers of frustration.