So. Solve me a riddle:
A long hair + queer/edgy + not too trendy + no maintenance + no styling kinda girl needs a hair cut. Also I sweat a ton and wear bike helmets on my way out on the weekends, so.
I realized I needed to take my own advice to prospective clients to solve this puzzle.
1) Find a place with the right vibe.
It is three minutes to two a.m. and I have had drinks this evening. I don't believe writing this will count among the list of Stupid Things I've Done While Drinking, but to say I go forward without apprehension is dishonest at best.
What am I thinking about at the end of this long day?
1) Advanced Civilization is the best board game, ever.
2) I have no idea what makes me like a video game, but perhaps there is an essay there.
3) Facebook is a very poor substitute for actually seeing someone, but a very good improvement over never seeing anyone.
Wake up at the same time every day.
Let the cat stand on you and purr.
Hit snooze only once.
Read your email and check Five Every Day.
Get out of bed 30 minutes after you wake up.
Feed the cat immediately, before he gives up on life altogether.
Make the bed.
Weigh yourself and record the result in your weighted trend tracking software of choice.
Shower every other day.
Another busy day. I wrote this afternoon at some length about how frustrating it is to be a queer woman who wants to wear long hair, but I was boring even myself. SO. In lieu of that, here is something from my unpublished archives, tidied up a bit.
Let's talk about magical thinking.
I've started using "magical thinking" as short-hand for lazy thinking. I have been using the phrase to denote the times when my mind tricks me into glossing over details as "unimportant" or "obvious". The way I convince myself a certain result will happen from a given action, without investigating the connection between the action and the result. Thinking everything will be just fine if I don't attend to the details.
Day 8! What a great day to reflect on how things are going so far.
Today I attended an event at the Women's Center for Creative Work. The event was called How We Organize: A Critical Reading & Discussion Group on Non-Profit Arts Organizing. It basically checked all conceivable boxes for me (not really, but like 80% of them). Arts? Organziations? Cynical critique of the non-profit system? At a feminist space?
Right now I'm sitting in our postage stamp of a guest room by myself. I'm listening to Musicology, the Prince album from the tour I saw in 2004. If I took out my headphones, I would hear my neighbors having a party in their backyard--the chattering, laughing ruckus of a party in my neighbor's backyard. I can't smell anything. My entire head is itchy--allergies have turned my sinuses against me and my eyes are itchy disasters. Paul is asleep, Trista and Todd are driving home after a weekend of literally nothing but gaming and talking.
I'm still kind of mad about Prince. I don't have much more to say than: I wish we had another 30 years, minimum. I'm thinking like mid-90s, it might have felt okay. Maybe. But this is nonsense.