To commemorate the new year, my absolute FAVORITE holiday (as in, I loathe it with a passion only slightly less than that of Valentine’s Day), I’ve decided to compile a list of my top ten moments in 2010. These moments were determined by a sense of long-lasting (at least the entire day) euphoria and general extreme … Continue reading Top 10 of 2010
So I’m growing an elf. It was a Christmas gift from last year, and I put it in a “safe place” along with a couple other gifts (a fire-spitting wind-up nun and a chocolate covered rice krispie treat, which I sadly will admit I ate when I found the elf), meaning I didn’t find it for … Continue reading Collectible Magic Growing Things
During my freshman year of high school, we read Dandelion Wine. I don’t remember the book very well, but I remember in the beginning, Douglas, the 12-yr old protagonist, has this revelation that he is alive. It’s this liberating, illuminating experience, and it almost takes him off-guard. He doesn’t really understand this feeling of life. In the middle/end of the book, Douglas discovers the temporary … Continue reading This Christmas
“One of the most intriguing characteristics of the haircut is that it constitutes a direct change of our body at an alarmingly quick speed. One minute we may have hair down to our knees, while the next we are completely bald. This kind of phenomenon causes immediate perceptual change of our body and self.” Steven … Continue reading The New ‘Do and Hairdressers that rock
One of my problems is that I’m a planner (as in, a person who plans…not a spiral-bound calendar notebook). I think it’s good to have a grand scheme sort of plan, an overarching goal to achieve, but I will plan my day around something I expect to happen, and therein lies the problem: the thing … Continue reading The Best Laid Plans…
There was a three-fold reason for coming home: 1. Escape the New England Winter. Seasonal depression? Who knew that was actually a real thing? Well, probably a lot of people, including the psychologists who cleverly decided to name it “Seasonal Affective Disorder” in order to give it the acronym “SAD” (aww), but I had never … Continue reading Homeward Bound
They Call Me Fushilou 