Posted on November 20, 2013
I have a really bad memory. This wasn’t always the case, but as I get older it gets worse and worse. Of course I remember all the horrible things that have happened to me over the years. That stuff never seems to go away except for maybe secondary school memories. I have nicely blocked out most, if not all of, junior high and high school.
Before the advent of Facebook this wasn’t an issue, but now I struggle to remember who people are that try to “friend” me on occasion or pop up in a friend’s feed. How did I know them? Did we get along? Were they nice to me or was I nice to them? Do they remember me from my awkward wallflower phase or my naughty townie phase? It’s always weird to hear other people describe me from those earlier years because they are describing someone I don’t really know. I’ve either repressed that much of my adolescence or they they have mistaken me for someone else completely.
I recently discovered that I had blocked out a major memory: my answer to the question, “What do you want to do when you grow up?” When I started writing on a whim last year I had forgotten that my answer to that question was to write. How do you forget something so fundamental you may ask? I don’t know, but I did. If only I had that much success in forgetting my first boyfriend.
Posted on October 29, 2013
My husband and I had a very grown up Saturday and took in a lecture by Ang Lee and James Schamus at Wellesley College and then walked around campus for a few hours. Why is it that you appreciate things more when you no longer have them? I loved the campus when I was a student there (in my late 20s), but I didn’t realize just how special it was until it was over. How beautiful is it? Let’s put it this way, the sight of it this past weekend may almost make the remaining 10 years of monthly student loan payments a little less painful.
- Inspiring People: Ang Lee & James Schamus (musingsofanorientalgypsy.wordpress.com)
Posted on October 19, 2013
We decided to bring the kids to Salem today to check out the town pre-Halloween. It was a little too festive; the crowds made it difficult to see its character and its characters. I think we’ll have to make a return trip in a month that’s not October. I’m eager to head back some afternoon and just spend a day taking photos.
Posted on October 7, 2013
Yesterday called for a short hike on the Woodchuck trail and Garrison loop in Great Brook Farm State Park. Even with the light rain, it was a beautiful and easy hike. We parked near the canoe launch and walked across the road to the Woodchuck trailhead to find some historical spots for my daughter’s school project located along the trail.
After passing the site of an old dam, our first historic stop was the remains of some kind of Colonial stone garrison. Fairly close by was an Indian grinding stone, that appears to have been intentionally destroyed. Looking at the stone you can see that holes were drilled down its length and at a depth almost reaching its bottom, splitting it in half and to its base. Finally we ended up at the site of the old grist mill.
Not a bad 60 minutes.
Posted on September 27, 2013
~ My kids don’t care for Sesame Street, but I’m nostalgic for that theme song. And while I’m more of a Jimmy Kimmel fan than Jimmy Fallon, this particular clip made me smile. The Roots and muppets playing simple instruments (and rapping!)? What’s not to like?
Posted on September 24, 2013
~ My in-laws were visiting from Colorado this past weekend and a trip to Concord to see Emerson’s Old Manse and the surrounding national park was in order. The highlight of the trip? A stroll through and around the garden, planted by Henry David Thoreau for Nathaniel and Sophia Hawthorne who were renting the house at the time.
Posted on September 9, 2013
Recently my 5-year-old told me she no longer believed in flying reindeer. The conversation went something like this:
E, “Reindeers can’t fly.”
Me, “Well, maybe not all reindeer.”
E, “Mama, you know no deer can fly.”
Me, trying to think of something, “Okay, but maybe Santa uses some magic on just his reindeer to make them fly.”
E, “There’s no such thing as magic.”
I retold this story on Facebook last week and the comments surprised me a bit. Mostly people wanted my youngest daughter to know that “magic was real,” but one of them caught me off guard.
“[It's] sad when childhood ends so early.”
The comment actually made me angry and continues to make me angry. My kids are in every sense children. Why does the disbelief of something, something that is very clearly a lie told to most children, mean childhood is over? Does believing in fairy tales or mythical creatures make kids any more authentically “childlike?” Is a 5 year old that no longer believes in Santa Claus jaded or is she just beginning to learn about the world? And if the latter, why is that a bad thing?
Posted on September 8, 2013
We have officially passed the one year mark in our Massachusetts house and have signed a lease for another 12 months. Not a week goes by where I don’t miss the relative luxury we lived in while in Northern Colorado, but it’s getting better.
If Colorado was my fat pants in terms of mind-numbing comfort and relative ease of living, Massachusetts is my skinny jeans – still comfortable but with some challenges and certain expectations. What I value about living here is less materialistic and more inspirational. And that’s good, because I don’t really have a choice.
Sure it would be nice to have a garage for the car and storage, or at the very least a basement that was not 90% equal parts dirt and arachnid, but we’re getting used to what we have: a driveway, something shed-like, 10% of useable, but damp, basement space, and an attic that has a few stable places in which to put things you don’t mind the mice visiting from time to time.
Posted on September 8, 2013
~ A pre-funeral celebration, parodying 18th birthday vanity videos popular in Southern Italy. And now that I’ve seen a few of those pre-diciottesimo videos this is so much better in every possible way. It’s weird, has great imagery, and shows that Americans haven’t cornered the market on narcissism in a strangely reassuring way. Oh you whacky Italians.
Posted on September 7, 2013
We are going on our second year in the antique rental house. And I can feel the familiar calling of fall now that the hard little pears are starting to fall to the ground with a distinctive thud. I wish I knew what kind of pears they are or what to do with them. We have two trees of the same mysterious variety. They get to be slightly smaller than a baseball and stay rock hard throughout the growing season.
Last year I left a number of them on the counter for weeks at a time and they just got harder, not softer. It doesn’t matter if I pick them off the tree or wait until they fall; they are impenetrable to both tooth and knife. Most of them take on the physical characteristics of a potato with weird knobs and divots rather than the classic pear shape (though the photo does not show this) so I’m wondering if I could make some sort of pear liquor from them. Read More
Posted on September 6, 2013
Breaking Bad as American Gothic by Milbo.
I’ve gone on a full blown Netflix bender over the last few days, staying up to nearly 1 AM each morning in my attempt to squeeze every possible episode of Breaking Bad into the shortest amount of time possible. It’s a good thing I just gave the show a try because I love it in deeply diabolical ways and don’t think I could have waited week after week for each new episode, let alone do it over five seasons.
It’s not like I’ve been living under a rock and unaware of its popularity. Quite the opposite. I tend to steer away from things that are really popular, assuming I won’t like them. There are plenty of shows that are popular and also truly horrible. Asking someone their opinion of a TV show is like asking someone for dining recommendations. It all depends on who you ask. One person’s Michelin dining experience is another’s Macaroni Grill. The most obvious TV example has to be anything with a Kardashian in it. Sure their shows are very popular, but they will also burn your retinas, empty your core, and leave you feeling unwashed. A K-hole. Read More
Posted on September 1, 2013
~ I’m suddenly really interested in alternative housing and how ingenious people are in terms of making it work in surprising ways. A bicycle elevator to reach a 30 foot treehouse? Sounds like a good idea to me.
Found at Colossal.
- Bicycle-Powered Treehouse Elevator (makezine.com)
Posted on September 1, 2013
This morning I received a WordPress notification that my blog was first registered one year ago today.
415 posts, over 6500 page views (only half of them from my mother), and about 200 non-Facebook followers is pretty shocking for a person that did not embrace having an online public persona, and still struggles with it from time to time.
Last September I knew I wanted to start a blog, and was encouraged to do so, but didn’t know what its focus would be. How to start? I didn’t want it to be a parenting blog and was wary of opening myself up too much to strangers.
Posted on August 28, 2013
After a summer of sloth, my newest article just hit the web and features a local guy that designed and built a tiny solar house that can also be a tiny solar houseboat. I don’t know how I would manage living alone in 128 square feet, but he makes it pretty enviable.
It’s at the Carlisle Mosquito.
Posted on August 28, 2013
~ A dinosaur chasing after unsuspecting, but targeted, people on TV. How am I supposed to work with stuff like this available at the click of a button?
Oh, Japan. You had me at The Tale of Genji and I continue to love you more and more.
Found at Laughing Squid.