November 2010
3 posts
i derive so much design inspiration from this... →
today.
today, i am in a Funk.
i felt it necessary to tell Someone, lest I start screaming in public.
that is All.
September 2010
2 posts
Remember that time I was inspired by something...
listen.
learn.
help.
lead.
This is (allegedly) good ol’ Newt’s mantra. Read it in an AMAZING profile of the man, myth and asshole in Esquire (or was it GQ!?) I was struck by how simple it seemed. I was doubly struck by my reaction to those words—total lightbulb, “AHA!” moment. Color me horrified when I realized he governed his life by that principle. I think it...
YOU!
Missed you, Red Velvet Underground.
I believe this will be a post-heavy week as I have a particularly slow work week ahead. We are not technically allowed to use the interwebs at work but I don’t particularly care for that rule. Due to the nature of my job, any given week can be utterly swamped with registrations and projects or UTTERLY dull with little to no responsibility. I hate this. I...
August 2010
4 posts
Tonight...
…I will prepare this.
…I will drink this.
…I will water these. And these. And use homegrown this in the preparation of our meal.
…I will read this.
…I will do this. And this (though much less memorably and far less publicly.)
I will revel in the calm of our newly revamped home.
I will cuddle with my little girl (also known as Shrimpley the Cat) and my handsome...
Why does everyone have to shit on everything? Finding something beautiful or thought-provoking or imbued with purpose is important to a happy life; to share something that has had an impact or made you feel something is a deeply personal exercise. You are revealing something elemental, a bit of who you are and how you operate, perceive the world. But we are all cynics, armchair-whatevers that have...
I've noticed...
…that I’m only ever truly, gut-wrenchingly, totally fucking honest with myself while sitting on a porch (any will do,) with a cigarette and drink in my hand.
I don't want to work right now...
I am having one of those “terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad” days where nothing ACTUALLY terrible is happening, but everything feels like its falling apart. I am the extra clumsy version of myself. I can’t manage to keep water in a cup, my food on a plate (my white t-shirt is a monument to this inability.) I am interacting with people that are A) incredibly constipated, B)...
July 2010
21 posts
So says Lucier...
the rest of the world is trying to fuck itself to death
scenes from my hood: thursday. →
I really enjoyed reading this.
every apartment building has its nosy neighbor.
‘oh, hi, you’re doing your laundry on a thursday this week? how interesting. i thought i had you pegged as a saturday person. i opened the washer last time i saw your basket down here because i wanted to see which laundry was yours so that if you…
2009 (and reflections...)
from amateursketch archives; December 31, 2008 (reflections in bold, July 30, 2010.)
I am always unreasonably hopeful on NYE. On this particular day, that hope feels epic—blame our new President (there are no words!!) or the return of Rylan or my recent graduation. For some reason, the Mary Tyler Moore theme song and beret toss seems appropriate. This was an incredibly difficult...
Letter to my Rose; amateursketch archives: March...
My dear,
I am writing you a public love-letter because I think it might make you smile. I was never one to believe in love at first sight but after the fateful day of our “first” meeting, I think it just might be possible. Ms. Johnson, as worthless as she was, was the fated architect of much of my future happiness. As you awkwardly walked over to my table, I instantly recognized...
amateursketch archives; March 28, 2009
Longs for a neighborhood cafe to stroll to.
Hand-in-hand.
Red wine, lots of it.
Isn’t that how it always goes?
Sitting in a corner table, putting my feet up like I always do. I hope it doesn’t make anyone uncomfortable.
Warm food, hot topics.
Unembarrassed silence.
Let’s sit for hours and plan, even if those plans never see the sun.
I would like to close the place down...
A Coney Island of the Mind...
from amateursketch archives; May 4, 2009
I stumbled upon this book of poetry by Lawrence Ferlinghetti when I was about 14. It has followed me since. No. 21 She loved to look at flowers smell fruit And the leaves had the look of loving But halfass drunken sailors staggered thru her sleep scattering semen over the virgin landscape At a certain age her heart put about searching for lost shores And...
“Someone needs to take the needle out of his dick vein.”
– My lovely fiance referencing a wayward idiot student.
Introduction to amateursketch, dated November 16,...
officially official.
In any writing I have ever done, I have always struggled in the development of an adequate introduction. My writing truly developed while learning the elements of TV Production and the lessons learned during those years continue to inform my “voice.” I need a hook…a sassy line that wakes the person up and stirs a bit of interest. But any writing...
“She lay quietly for a minute looking reverently at her notebook and then opened...”
– From Harriet the Spy, a childhood favorite that remains a Top 5-er.
Oh gawd.
Want to condense my online presence. Feel like I have too many accounts with too many passwords for too many things that do not matter. I erased LinkedIn because I am not. Twitter is up in the air. And then I remembered amateursketch. My first blog baby. A (literally) dark corner of the universe that helped me through a troublesome break-up and aided in the forging of a new one. I see now that...
Even Stev/phen magic! →
Rant.
So I am cruising the internet; it’s a particularly slow day at work.
I stumble on this. My blood boils. «Cue inner rage.»
Lindsay, you are a total fucking waste. You’ve been handed a remarkably posh existence based off one decent movie, your incessant need to flash your cooter, potentially sapphic tendencies and drunken exploits.
Through legal wrangling, the cultural...
ugh.
i don’t like being told how to feel.
June 2010
53 posts
“Yesterday, I had to leave at the 85th minute of the USA/ALG game for a...”
– NTKG, Reporting: On the World Cup, TL;DR
(via peterwknox)
“Well, I hafta look cuz her name is Becky but it’s also Laura.”
– Office assistant at a North Carolina public high school. One of the reasons why I miss the South—non sequiturs that, even with detailed context, would be totally absurd and unintentionally hilarious.
I want this so badly. Change.
Universe, I am writing you a letter. I am asking you to do me a solid. I know I lose my patience a lot and I doubt myself constantly. But I am asking for this because my spirit needs it. I want to be successful and happy with the work I do. I want tangible results. I want dogwood trees and new family, clean air and prospects.
Some days I am drowning. Today, for...
Don't laugh.
I have an incredibly difficult time being as honest as I want to be on this blog. Perhaps it is because, despite my often “loud” (charming?) personality, I am intensely private and TERRIFIED of being judged. I wish I could discuss sex lives (see…I hesitant to be specific as to whose,) or smoking or how certain people make me feel. But my momma knocked “the pause” into...
I would like the life your facebook says you have.
Notes on a(-n intraoffice) Scandal
I won’t bore you with the details because they are silly. But there are certain lessons to be gleaned from these recent shenanigans.
1. Do your shit. DO IT. GET IT DONE. If you are paid to complete a task, do it. Promptly. Without drama, incessant grumbling or delay.
2. Don’t do my shit. Just do yours. See Rule #1 for clarification.
As employees, particularly for this firm, we...
I don't know how to feel...
A porn site likes one of my posts on havingaclassy.tumblr.com.
