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I'm not sure who the target demographic is for Scrabble Cheez-Its, but they got me. I don't generally buy these addictive crackers anymore, due to that very issue - I can't stop eating them. Once upon a time though, in high school, it wasn't uncommon for a certain best friend and I to keep boxes of them in our cars.
Besides playing with my food, I managed to fit in beyond a full day of work, finish my handmade Christmas cards, and begin the process of holiday packing. Since the Midwest is sitting in weather purgatory, and my apparel needs during the week will run the gamut from yoga pants to dresses, it feels like I'll be bringing my entire apartment home. That's after an effort to pack minimalistically. I loathe multiple elevator trips to the car; I consider it an indication that I'm bringing too much.
In the midst of all of this, I have still neglected to purchase Christmas gifts for my siblings. I would be more concerned about this, except I didn't deliver my brother's gift last year until February. Maybe I could just buy them Scrabble Cheez-Its and challenge them to a word game. It's competitive and edible.
play on words \12.17\
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Besides playing with my food, I managed to fit in beyond a full day of work, finish my handmade Christmas cards, and begin the process of holiday packing. Since the Midwest is sitting in weather purgatory, and my apparel needs during the week will run the gamut from yoga pants to dresses, it feels like I'll be bringing my entire apartment home. That's after an effort to pack minimalistically. I loathe multiple elevator trips to the car; I consider it an indication that I'm bringing too much.
In the midst of all of this, I have still neglected to purchase Christmas gifts for my siblings. I would be more concerned about this, except I didn't deliver my brother's gift last year until February. Maybe I could just buy them Scrabble Cheez-Its and challenge them to a word game. It's competitive and edible.
Yes, Chicago, despite your wintry gray skies and freezing temperatures, I love you. Despite that, I'm leaving you tomorrow. To cheat on you with a city that many consider more prestigious. We'll only be together for three days, so I hope you'll accept me back with open arms.
So I'm off to New York City tomorrow, before dawn even cracks, to visit the mother ship and add a few more tricks to my professional arsenal. I found myself wondering if the streets of New York still have a constant odor of trash in the winter (I've only been there in August or September). And for some reason I found myself feeling like I should set aside some time to peruse some of the iconic festive sights.
It's funny, because in Chicago I steer clear of the festive areas, clogged with tourists. Of course, I've seen them all before, too. No reason to subject myself to pandemonium when there's nothing new within it. And after musing about the possible wintry smell of NYC, I walked outside into the Chicago twilight and it smelled like chocolate chip cookies. It's one of those little things about the city that makes me smile.
And it sort of makes me think, for just a nanosecond, that the streets are going to start flowing with chocolate and my life will transform into a Willy Wonka movie. Of course, there's always the dirty wet dog smell to convince me otherwise. After four years, I'm pretty convinced that it tends to waft around the city on days with a combined high humidity and pollution level.
city love \11.26\
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So I'm off to New York City tomorrow, before dawn even cracks, to visit the mother ship and add a few more tricks to my professional arsenal. I found myself wondering if the streets of New York still have a constant odor of trash in the winter (I've only been there in August or September). And for some reason I found myself feeling like I should set aside some time to peruse some of the iconic festive sights.
It's funny, because in Chicago I steer clear of the festive areas, clogged with tourists. Of course, I've seen them all before, too. No reason to subject myself to pandemonium when there's nothing new within it. And after musing about the possible wintry smell of NYC, I walked outside into the Chicago twilight and it smelled like chocolate chip cookies. It's one of those little things about the city that makes me smile.
And it sort of makes me think, for just a nanosecond, that the streets are going to start flowing with chocolate and my life will transform into a Willy Wonka movie. Of course, there's always the dirty wet dog smell to convince me otherwise. After four years, I'm pretty convinced that it tends to waft around the city on days with a combined high humidity and pollution level.
Sometimes when life hands you lemons and, instead of lemonade, it delivers your Amazon.com book order a day earlier than expected. When you return home, tired of the bitter taste that those lemons, there's something so sweet about the phrase "Pull Tab to Open". For now, I have to subsist on photographing and dreaming about prying open those covers. Tomorrow, though, we dance.
Despite the hectic, insane, breakneck agenda that claimed my day, I found two hours this evening to fit in a creative writing workshop. Obviously I write something daily, and I'm consistently reading two books at once, but I wouldn't consider myself imbued with the gift of storytelling.
I always finding it somewhat comforting to put pen to paper, even when it's rough and undeveloped. Something else that I took away from this workshop, though, is how easy it is to take good writing for granted. As the instructor worked with us, she urged development by asking questions about the scene or the character, prodding us for more detail and enlightenment. It makes you consider how seamlessly a good writer can bake in sensory perceptions and spatial relations, but all you're comprehending is the aggregate scene.
Although I already have a tendency to observe writing style when I pick up a new book, I have a feeling that I'll be paying attention to the more nuanced aspects of engaging writing now. Honestly, how anyone can not be in loving with reading and writing is beyond my conception.
future planning \11.15\
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Sometimes when life hands you lemons and, instead of lemonade, it delivers your Amazon.com book order a day earlier than expected. When you return home, tired of the bitter taste that those lemons, there's something so sweet about the phrase "Pull Tab to Open". For now, I have to subsist on photographing and dreaming about prying open those covers. Tomorrow, though, we dance.
Despite the hectic, insane, breakneck agenda that claimed my day, I found two hours this evening to fit in a creative writing workshop. Obviously I write something daily, and I'm consistently reading two books at once, but I wouldn't consider myself imbued with the gift of storytelling.
I always finding it somewhat comforting to put pen to paper, even when it's rough and undeveloped. Something else that I took away from this workshop, though, is how easy it is to take good writing for granted. As the instructor worked with us, she urged development by asking questions about the scene or the character, prodding us for more detail and enlightenment. It makes you consider how seamlessly a good writer can bake in sensory perceptions and spatial relations, but all you're comprehending is the aggregate scene.
Although I already have a tendency to observe writing style when I pick up a new book, I have a feeling that I'll be paying attention to the more nuanced aspects of engaging writing now. Honestly, how anyone can not be in loving with reading and writing is beyond my conception.