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"People cannot postpone the crash, they've lost an ability to create—all they can really do is seek and fix."

What Museums Will Look Like After the Apocalypse

Before and After — this sofa cost $75 at a thrift store.

The fabric was about $500, though, and the re-upholstery was about $800, so it wasn’t exactly cheap. But look at that beauty, amirite?

It just makes the basement look that much stupider. Next project: redo basement to make it worthy of the sofa!!!!!

This rain is going to make my impromptu 3 pm BBQ difficult to host. ESPECIALLY because I haven't done the shopping yet, and I don't have my car.

Yes, yes, first world problems. But like, come on Powers That Be. You HAD to rain on Labor Day?

PS - why am I not just sleeping in? I must be stupid or crazy or my brain is just still sad and confused.

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too jittery to sleep

I basically read the title of an email wrong which meant that when I read "could you send him the draft and set up a call about it?" from my boss, I send the draft of the wrong thing to the wrong person entirely, and only realized it like 2 hours later.

This would not be a problem if the man wasn't trying to shut down operations and the press wasn't trying to tell everyone about it and the draft wasn't a COMPLETE AND TOTAL draft of a thing I drew up today tired after work and a soccer match and the person I sent it to wasn't a press person doing an article about us.

And my boss is too nice to yell at me over email, and I think that tomorrow I will have to go in and try to fix this.

But I am too jittery to sleep mostly because I feel like a total arse and I know I am going to have bad dreams because of this. I don't usually eff things up like this at work. It's all the stupid Outlook web app being terrible and displaying the subject line miles away from the text of the email.

Or maybe I was just tired and tired of work at 9:30 when I finally got home from work tonight.

I just came across this. OMG too true. THIS (^) is my problem. Every. Single. Time.

Paper faces on parade

So tonight is one of my 2 fave events of the year: THE EASTERN STATE PENITENTIARY MASQUERADE (what's the other one? Diner en Blanc, if you were wondering)

I was really hoping all week that I would be totally well and able to fully rock out at this event tonite. Well. I am glad that I am able to like walk around a bit and not get totally wiped out and that my body is going to at least let me go to the damn thing. Good lord, my body is not in a good place. I wonder what it is? Some crazy strain of the flu that should have killed me? haha. I have no idea. I am still taking these super powerful antibiotics, so that is good.

But yeah, this is Philly's own once-a-year Sleep No More sort of thing, but it is also cool and unique. I am really glad to go. Also bringing some new friends this year, and that awesome boyfriend guy. So yeah. I just hope my body keeps up. I am going to try to just have like one drink, if any. The limits of the human body, right?

Anyway, that's the update. I am alive. I am going to go to this event. I hope that it doesn't kill me :P

Oh, wait, I have a blog? I forgot.

It is now May, a week before my 29th birthday. 2013 thus far has been quite the adventure. I’m not even sure how I got here, actually, only that I am here.

Right now, I am sick in bed. Really sick, actually. Sicker than I think I’ve been in a really long time. I actually caved and went to the ER today because I was pretty nervous about everything, but in the end the ER doc said they think it’s all viral and I will just have to let everything run its course. I don’t want to put to much detail here because DETAIL but suffice to say it’s not good.

I actually dragged into work today for unknown reasons. Seriously why did I do that? I guess sometimes you are so sick you don’t think clearly. But was there for about 2.5-3 hours and had to bail out. Got think mostly sorted out, and good to know that my coworkers are very nice and supportive and covered most of my stuff for me. They are all really nice.

Yeah, my job is awesome. I am so very happy with it. I feel so lucky to have this job. I feel that it is where I belong. I am good at it. It is so so so good to be doing something I am good at and enjoy. I can’t even express. Amazing feeling. It both stirs something in me and brings a great calm to me. And also causes great stress and nightmares, but hey, so does everything you care about, right? In ways. But I am very happy and proud of my work.

Also, I have a boyfriend, which is great. And different, after 4 years of not having anyone really. He’s brilliantly kind and smart and thoughtful, and I wonder at his patience. And he appreciates things about me that I don’t even remember to appreciate most of the time. He doesn’t put me down or disregard a second of my existence. He left work early today to come back to the city to take me to the hospital, which just consisted of him sitting in the waiting room, waiting for almost 2 hours. But he did that because he is great and good. And I get frustrated because I can’t read him so much of the time, and I am such a very readable person (aren’t I? At least I project something most of the time, even if it isn’t the truth). Haha. Yeah. But it is good to have someone to care about who cares about you, and there are no problems. No fights. I don’t think there should be, I am just appreciating that there aren’t.

So life is very different than it was in 2012, and that has translated to me being able to update this thing less. But that’s okay. Time and changes and tides and seasons. Three days in bed watching fiction and half-sleeping and poorly dreaming/hallucinating makes you feel ancient and exhausted and emotional. I have just been a wreck and felt horrible these past few days. But I think this, too, shall pass. And I am glad.

I’m quite looking forward to 29.

My Healthy Weekend

Last night I went out for Happy Hour with my coworkers -- there were 5 of us ladies from the office. That was awesome! I was so happy. I hope I wasn't too crazy, but probably was. Oh well! I took the subway home from XfinityLive, and got off and walked home, and for a minute Philly seemed like a much cooler place than it is. I was happy!

Today: One of my work friends gave me free tix to the Philly Craft Beer Fest at noon. Tonight I am skipping out of that and heading to Fort Mifflin's 1920s costume party that has an open bar with gin and whiskey. Can anyone say I AM GOING TO BE HUNGOVER?

Tomorrow: The Philly Flower Show! Brunch at 11 in the city, then heading to the flower show, which includes the infamous wine & spirits tasting booth, which is pretty much guaranteed to kill ya.

And that is the story of the end of my liver. Next week: yoga week!

Long time no post

Hello! I am still alive!

My new job has been amazing and all-consuming. Not time-wise. I work 8-5 and we are encouraged to leave promptly at 5. I work hard pretty much the whole day, most days even through lunch (even though we are allowed an hour). I drive to and from work and it takes about 12 minutes each way. So my evenings from about 5:15 onward are my own.

I have been trying to do some yoga, and hang out with friends. After this past weekend (and our first concert of the term), I quit choir. It just was not doing it for me anymore. I was angry and miserable, and not at all myself. Music should equal joy! And there, it did not.

So I am planning on buying a new computer (desktop) for my upstairs desk, since my lappy has become our TV connection. Yes, alas, the TV has migrated up here from the basement for the winter. I think once it gets a bit warmer, I will once again relegate it to downstairs. But for now it (and I) are spending more and more time in the living room.

Friends are still busy with their significant others. I have made some new friends who are very cool. I am still trying to get work friends more into the "friends" box, but that takes some time. It has been less than 2 months, after all. No rush.

Writing is still something that I want to do, but I have not done much of in the last 2 months. I miss it. I am sending Jenna my writings of the past year. I am browsing some of it, too. And I am reassured that there are things I am reading that I am quite pleased to read. Pleased and surprised. Did I really have a moment of insight enough to write that?

I am reminded that I should carry around a notebook at all times, as I used to. That is important. And maybe I should slip away at lunch and work on writing, instead of continuing to "work"... although right now, and for the foreseeable future, I am running terribly behind my deadlines with all of the things piled on me! It is nice to be needed though.

It is funny... one of the things I wrote about (but had not really experienced) was the intoxication that the younger, new-hire character felt at having her bosses praise her and listen to her ideas. There is something very soul-assuring in that. It feels really, really good. I think that now, I can even write about that feeling more directly, having experienced it. (Luckily in my case, my bosses are not secretly evil and plotting my undoing!... at least I don't think so)

So life is good and I am alive. And I am really, really quite happy and fulfilled in a way I have not been before. There is a huge value in having one's dream job. In having work feel more like a fun team project than work. It's what I wrote about, before I even knew what it was. I am glad I trusted in the idea enough to pursue it in reality. I am incredibly lucky. And maybe if I do my job really well, I will get to keep on doing it.

2013 is pretty much awesome thus far. -<3-

Matthew Battles: What are some of the more unexpected ways our things might outlive us? Bruce Sterling: Actually it's mostly the past's things that will outlive us. Things that have already successfully lived a long time, such as the Pyramids, are likely to stay around longer than 99.9% of our things. It might be a bit startling to realize that it's mostly our paper that will survive us as data, while a lot of our electronics will succumb to erasure, loss, and bit rot. If we're like most civilizations, we're going to leave some of our most effective clues to ourselves in our garbage. We've got plenty of it, too. We've got Pyramids of garbage.

Bruce Sterling: The Complete Interview, 2013 « 40kBooks

A peek at my new desk at my new job! Week 1 (which was only 3 days long) was awesome... I learned so much that my brain is exploding! But I am so glad to be around people with such exciting ideas and projects, and my boss is pretty much the coolest lady ever... seriously, she is so smart and positive and also really good at managing people.

So no complaints! I am very happy! (check in again when they start expecting me to actually be doing all this work that they keep saying "this will be a project for you when you are up to speed!")

Last night's dream

I dreamed that mumford and sons had just asked me to play "little lion man" with them as a fifth member of the band. We were goimg to play this randomly on the street. I confirmed which vocal line Marcus wanted me to take at the bridge. We were going to play in about 2 minutes. I decided this was a great time to go to the batroom so I took off to find one, and Of Course the bathroms were all full, strange, broken, etc. I never made it back to play with mumford. :-(

(via The new Doctor Who TARDIS interior revealed!)

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Mister Rogers on talking to children in times of scary news.

Some parents wonder how to handle world news with their young children. Well we at Family Communiations have discovered that when children bring up something frightening, it’s helpful right away to ask them what they know about it. We often find that their fantasies are different from the actual truth.

What children probably need to hear most from us adults is that they can talk with us about anything. And that we will do all we can to keep them safe in any scary time. I’m always glad to be your neighbor.

Also this other Fred Rogers quote has been making the rounds:

“When I was a boy and I would see scary things in the news, my mother would say to me, ‘Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping.’ To this day, especially in times of ‘disaster,’ I remember my mother’s words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers – so many caring people in this world.”

The Goal ...

THE GOAL (from The Art of Non-Comformity by Chris Guillebeau)

To wake in the morning full of life and energy, awaiting the day with anticipation and purpose.

To step out into the world ready to accomplish a significant task.

To engage and initiate instead of merely responding. To take the active choice that you will make something happen.

To maintain harmony and goodwill in relationships. To follow Shakespeare's adage: love all, trust a few, and do wrong to no one.

To focus on contribution and engagement instead of withdrawal into yourself. (Tip: When you aren't sure what to do next, find a small way to help someone.)

To pursue productive, meaningful work. To spend most of your time doing something that you and others find meaningful.

To accept that everything you create will likely be flawed in some way, but to create anyway.

To enjoy the life you are gifted to experience. Not to take it easy, for life isn't always easy. But to appreciate the present while looking ahead to the future.

To pay attention to how you feel. Not because everything is supposed to feel good, but because how you feel is a good reflection of your overall state of being.

To understand that freedom is choice. To grasp the reality that a world of possibilities are open to you, so you'd better do something about them.

To dream bigger and to pursue the dream. To choose to leap when others hold back. To maintain a standard of surprise and a choice of challenge.

To refuse to settle, and to decline the easy path of becoming a cynic. To find something to believe in and defend it with all your heart.

To align your life with these ideals, continuing to work toward them every day.

To embrace the journey, focusing on the process and deferring the arrival if necessary.

To appreciate what you have without longing for more.

To refuse to rest on your laurels. To accept that what you've already done is in the past. To forge ahead!

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