| Quotables |
"Only I wasn't steering anything, not even myself. I just bumped from my hotel to work and to parties and from parties to my hotel and back to work like a numb trolleybus. ... I felt
very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo."
-- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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"On the surface, it sounds irresponsible, but to flourish in a rapidly changing world, you actually need to make more mistakes. Fail quickly. Fail often. If you do something and it
doesn't work, just recover in a hurry and try something else. ... Help develop a culture that is willing to fail its way to the future."
-- Price Pritchett, Culture Shift |
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"There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It's like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction -- every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it's really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and that excitement at about a million miles an hour."
-- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar |
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| Christmas Vacation |
| Monday, December 21, 2009 |
I'm back at my local Starbucks location, piping hot Caramel Apple "Spice" on my right, waiting cell phone on my left.
Waiting for what? I'm glad you asked.
My brother, the Pig, and his wife, Girl Pig, should have landed at the airport at 4:53 this afternoon, and Felicity, my cell phone, is waiting ever so patiently for word as to whether I am meeting the group at the restaurant of their choice (let it be Cracker Barrel, please) or at la casa de mis padres. I am hoping for the former, but very nearly counting on the latter. Girl Pig's migraines have been so severe lately that she often spends the entire day in bed, and in fact last week, she drove a car by herself for the first time in over a year.
In the process of writing that meager paragraph, Felicity spoke up and let me know that the group in question had chosen neither of the above options, but rather a Subway sandwich shop in a town next door to my folks' house. I probably have a half hour before they reach the place, so I'll write for a few minutes and then hopefully finish up my Jill Sobule entry, thus far unpublished on the Numb Trolleybus.
I always look forward to the Pigs' visits at Christmas. It seems like they get more diva-esque every year, though, this time around demanding that I not accompany my parents to the airport for fear they would then be "jammed" into the back seat. Never mind that my mom has a five-passenger car -- apparently that's insufficient room to carry, you know, five passengers, at least according to the automobile aficionado I grew up with known at The Pig. But if that's the most fierce battle we have to fight during the ten days the Pigs are in town, I think we'll all have a very merry Christmas.
I'll make a point to write some more over the holiday, keep everyone posted on the Christmas goings-on and not keep you too close to the edges of your respective seats. The hijinks are bound to be plentiful; stay tuned. :) |
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