This Keep Calm poster I made in May last year seems oddly apt today…
Keep Calm and Clean Up
(created using Gimp, the Keep Calm-o-matic and a photo copyright Jessica Mallock)
February 17th, 2012
Lazy day blues
I’m hungry. Ready to break my fast and join the rest of the world in our shared adventures today. Well, I guess that’s not so much true, because though I’m hungry, and awake, and have been for at least an hour… I don’t feel like leaving my own little world, locked away with my kitties under my warm, comforting blanket. Thus, by continuing in this vein, I am left with two options; I could open that left over bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos in my lunch bag, or open up my Valentine’s heart and snag a few pieces of decadent chocolate. Neither option does anything for me or my grumbling stomach. Why can’t it be a left over scrambled egg on toast in my lunch bag or a heart shaped box of Captain Crunch? I have a feeling I’m going to lose this battle… Okay, I know I will. Let’s be realistic. Actually, I hate that phrase, what’s wrong with being fantastical? Let’s be somewhat rational, then. Much better. My stomach has just tapped in my bladder to this internal struggle. My time snuggled under a mound of protection from the outside world has come to an end. It’s, per se, down for the count.
August 9th, 2011
July 13th, 2011
Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused or frightened or even sickened by human behavior. You’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept record of their troubles. You’ll learn from them – if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful arrangement. And it isn’t education. It’s history. It’s poetry.
The Catcher In The Rye (via notinmybrain)
July 9th, 2011
Gary Provost, quoted in Roy Peter Clark’s Writing Tools:
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
July 8th, 2011
inspiration
Letters to Crushes
Someday, I will have a life. It will be fulfilling and complicated and hilarious and tiring and real. And fun. There will be work and alcohol and sex and public transportation and way more coffee than is healthy. There will be different cities within each year, and art, and better friends than I have now. There will be responsibility and sleep and maybe even, someday, children. And a crush like the one I have on you won’t matter at all. But today I am 17 and unusually lonely for my age and you matter much more than you should.
(Source: letterstocrushes.com)
