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Reasons Why I Obviously Cannot Edit My Thesis Right Now

12 Mar

I can think of ten totally legitimate, entirely logical, definitely-not-procastination-or-anxiety-based reasons why I am not and obviously cannot edit my thesis right now:  

  1. It’s almost dinner time. Sort of.
  2. My feet are cold.
  3. I am currently writing this blog post.
  4. I have not seen a real life cat today.
  5. There’s no proper tea around.
  6. I overslept this morning.
  7. The walls are green.
  8. It’s Wednesday.
  9. I think I have to pee.
  10. There’s a hanger on the couch.

Yup. There you have it. Simply cannot edit my senior thesis right now. Welp.

Timber: Thesis Style

5 Mar

The past two days have been mega-thesis-time for me, so my friend Kim F. sent me an absolutely fantastic “thesis rendition” of the Ke$ha song “Timber.” Thought I’d share it with all you lovely readers:

Kim thesis

Twelve Favorite Words

3 Mar

Happy Monday, lovely readers. Mondays can be rough and full of negativity. So, I thought I’d try to add a sommut (woohoo British dialect) of positivity by sharing ten twelve of my favorite words. I love these words both for their sound and their meaning, but I first loved each of these words intrinsically for itself, if that makes any mite of sense. Hopefully it will to some of you.

Anyhoo. On to the words.

hiraeth

 

 

 

fernweh

 

wanderlust

 

kintsukuroi

petrichor

paracosm

sehnsucht

nemophilist

psithurism

numinous

scripturient

vagary

I also must credit the facebook page Word Porn for how I discovered these words. I am ever grateful for their definition-images that intersperse my news feed. 🙂

Don’t bite the hand that caffeinnates you…

28 Feb

Yeah… considering that on this rainy LA morning, when I walked into the office and discovered that another coworker had already made coffee for the day my response was to gush, “Oh you blessed saint!” – I’d say this might maybe possibly be pretty true.

(Unfortunately, I also discovered that for whatever reason, the coffee tastes like expired plastic. It’s now sitting on my desk growing cold as penance for its wretchedness. Poor thing.)

Just Insane Things

17 Feb

You know those “just girly things” tumblr posts? Yeah… well…

It's just so cute when you've gone crazy...

I like to tell myself it’s because I’m a writer.

5 Ways to Be a Good Coworker on Monday

10 Feb

1. Arrive early (miraculously) and brew your coworkers a fresh, strong pot of coffee.

2. Nod oh-so-humbly when your supervisor delightedly discovers said coffee and asks if you made it.

3. Drink a cup of the properly strong coffee. Minimize human interaction until your inner caffeinated switch has toggled on.

4. Drink another cup of coffee, just to be sure. After all, you made enough for twice the number of people in your office.

5. Smile agreeably and clutch cup of coffee as your supervisor asks you to handle all of the shit. Smile more agreeably and relax grasp of coffee cup when your supervisor tells you that all of the shit is not urgent and to finish your coffee first.

(Bonus step 6: Even though you’re only halfway through your coffee, do all of the shit. Your supervisor’s way too nice and you suspect she might actually be a fairy godmother in disguise. Definitely worth impressing.)

grumpy cat coffee

The Writing Scent

4 Feb

frostbeard old book smell candle

So, I’ve known for a while that there are lovely, wonderful candles out there that smell like books. Old books, usually. And why I don’t currently possess even one of these candles, I have no idea.

But to smell like “books” is one thing – “books” have a faaaaairly defined scent, since it’s usually the lignin breaking down in the pages that people associate with the smell of old books and libraries and secondhand story-purveying stores.

old book smell lignin quote

To smell like “writing,” on the hand, is something completely different. That, I would argue, is something astounding.

And today, while wandering around Eagle Rock with my friend Kim (she’s super cool and pretty, by the way) in a quest to escape campus and become properly caffeinated (and in my case also further ignore oh-god-all-the-work I’ve got to do), we stopped into a store with the wonderful name MediaNoche. There, in addition to a ridiculously affectionate cat called Luxe that snuggled me for at least the first 30 minutes we were there, I happened to notice a set of candles – made locally in LA, of course :p – branding themselves Wicked.

And they smell like writing.

Specifically, the writing of particular authors. Each of the candles, apparently categorized as “negative space” candles by Wicked, pulled out the contrasting undertones of famous authors’ writing and turned them into scents.

For example, Jane Austen’s candle is entitled “Lovely + Decay” and emphasizes the scent of lavender, lily, and black tea. Oscar Wilde’s candle, “Lethargic + Warmth” combined bergamot, oak, and vanilla.

Both of them smelled like the writing perfectly.

I’m so impressed by Wicked candles. To pull out writers with particular styles of writing, manage to find two contrasting words that describes almost the whole of the authors’ work, and then find what combination of scents actually conveys the sense of those two words together – that’s ridiculously good. That’s art and science and reflection and creation.

And oh hey, did I mention that the candles also come in really cool glass containers with yet another fitting characteristic – this time in an image – in the glass?

Wicked Austen Candle

If I weren’t a poor-college-student-starving-artist-almost-graduate-needing-a-post-ug-job, I totally would have spent the $30ish dollars right then and there to bring one home. Probably after deliberating for another half an hour or so over which particular candle to buy.

Of course, I am currently accepting tribute, too… 😉

Aaaaanyhoo. Finding the candles also made me wonder – what would my writing smell like? What two words would create the representative negative space of my words?

There are so many of them. Words, that is. There are the words I post here, in my blog. There are the words in my memoir. The words in my poetry collections, both already and to-be published. There are the words I write for others, in my freelance jobs. There are the words, tucked into neat 140-ish character statements and stories and poems on Twitter. There are the words in the fiction manuscripts still hiding in folders on my computer or neuronal connections in my brain. There are the words in my journals and 750words.com entries. There are the words I write on post-it notes, some of which I keep and bring with me through move after move after move, while others I throw in the trash a month or a year or a college-education-span later. The words others know I’ve said. The words I’ll never let anyone ever know I’ve thought, that I’ll hide away in the dark recesses of pages or hard drive storage space.

What would my words smell like? What would my candle be?

7 Highly Dangerous Phrases

3 Feb

could be dangerous SH

7 Highly Dangerous Phrases

1) There’s still tomorrow.

2) I love you.

3) Us. (or Them.)

4) Never. (or Always.)

5) Not enough.

6) I believe.

7) Trust me.

Every phrase purveys a risk. But that doesn’t mean it’s not worth it.

Newton’s Laws of College Students

30 Jan

1. A college student at rest will remain at rest unless acted upon by an outside force.

force out of bed

… yeah, just forget about that other bit about being in motion.

getting out of bed

2. Force = mass of your anxiety

anxiety college

3. For every “snooze” action, there is an equal and opposite “on time to class” reaction.

snooze late

Are you insane?

22 Jan

Oh look, the road sign for my life.

(originally found on Fitting It All In)

(originally found on Fitting It All In)