“They had come to the end of what they could talk about. Beyond that point there was nothing: the random thoughts of men who knew nothing.”
--Paul Auster; City of Glass
I'm a twentysomething living at home, working two parttime jobs and waiting for purpose. In the meantime I cook, I read, I watch and (above all else) I plan.
Follow my adventures and abundant non-adventures here.
I’m in need of an Espresso date. I feel wiped out, literally and metaphorically. I can’t wait for next weekend. I’m finally going back to Urbana and it might just be perfect timing. Plus, no one makes a chai like Espresso. And I still have a punch card.
Maybe I’ll climb this someday, too…
One Sunday morning … I waded into the Mediterranean and looked into it through Fernez goggles…. I was astonished by what I saw in the shallow shingle at Le Mourillon, rocks covered with green, brown and silver forests of algae and fishes unknown to me, swimming in crystalline water.
Sometimes we are lucky enough to know that our lives have been changed, to discard the old, embrace the new, and run headlong down an immutable course. It happened to me at Mourillon on that summer’s day, when my eyes were opened to the sea.
I would like to find my immutable course. If I could meet it head-on someday soon, I’d appreciate it.
Glacier National Park by Brett Cohen
Montana, USA
That is the new name I give to a certain server at work. She thinks I’m an idiot and expresses this opinion with her delightfully sarcasm slathered tone. She’s quite the passive-aggressive one.
Methinks I might dislike her a bit…
Almost as much as monseiur district manager who totally does not know my name. Well, maybe he does. He’s just never once used it.
Also, someone stole the soap from the bathroom?
And one of my candles at the host stand, candleholder and all…
My response: Um, why? Are you really that desperate for soap and ambiance?
On the bright side a certain email from girl and another from a favorite Urbana-ite made my day.
Despite getting rejected for every menial fulltime job I can find, I applied at HarperCollins Publishers today. They had an ad for an editorial assistant position I sincerely think I sound qualified for.
It’s unlikely I’ll get it since they’re such a big deal, but hey.
I applied…
I’m finally done with You Shall Know Our Velocity. It makes me wish that I could write well and also do everything there is do ever in the world.
A delightful McSweeney’s bit about decorative gourds and the joys of fall.
Fucking. Hilarious.
Hiking in the Woods by Missy Prince
Portland, Oregon, USA
College humor, you slay the nerdy Sim-playing nerd inside me…
Neuschwanstein Castle
A photo from the US Library of Congress collection
Bavaria, Germany
Via eloise-:clickmyfresh
This is one of the reasons why I wish I’d had an extra day in Munich. This castle is the inspiration for Cinderella’s castle at Disney. My sister (who was in Munich with me) and I would’ve loved that shit. Especially since she was obsessed with Cinderella as a kid.
