This is a year of Facebook status updates. I hope to create something of substance from it. Or maybe I’ll do nothing to it. Maybe it reflects the life of a girl as is.
I am in a miserable mood. The Born Again down the street just told me, Jesus’ll make that misery go away. I wanted to tell her, But he kinda put it there in the first place. Not that I want to blame God. But who else is responsible for devising human nature?
I’ve been buying light bulbs from the blind for 3 years now, thinking I was helping a needy organization…turns out it was a scam.
Something you never see in the suburbs: a man bringing his own canvas tote bag to the grocery store.
Homeowner’s insurance in NJ has gone up and coverage has gone down. Nice. Be sure to reassess your home to see if you can get lower rates. And don’t be afraid to pull the ‘ol “I’m switching to Geico” bit.
Can anyone see this post? I’m not able to see anything anymore. Can you see me? I feel unseen.
Why am I hoarding coat hangers?
The news is so depressing lately.
I finally bought our train tickets to Cordoba.
Mango Shrimp salad with black bean and corn salsa.
Avocado, oats, banana and almond milk smoothie…
Are we still in the Postmodern era, or have we finally come upon something new?
I’m evesdropping on an economics professor who’s saying the dollar is taking a dangerous dive in the coming months, and to invest in copper.
“The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything…”
So…it’s onto Lolita, next, where I’ll sink into a deep depression over my leg hair for the next week…
It was a desultory look– she was so desperately drawn to the smallest hint of attention– that absorbed her and set her obsessions in motion…
Having yet another bout of cognitive dissonance.
You were mountains and oceans. I was deserts and forests.
When we were newer it was all about cities. Paris. Madrid. New York. San Francisco. But this was the last stretch of living and we both agreed it was more about natural landscapes than sprawling conurbations.
We drove west on impulse. We wanted to see the desert, as if it were a marker of how far we’d come, not only in our travels, but our lives.
Sun. Bones. Hair swirling east behind us. Peels of laughter from the shadowy caverns of our happy insides…
Last night’s dream (possibly soon to be reality): Doug and I, due to the poor state of the economy, joined a cultish flock of millions that sold peanut brittle and tobaccoless cigarettes
I always said I would get off my arse and do something with my life when the rotation of the earth alters, the length of the day gets longer and the poles shift their location…Now what?
Grade papers, run, read…
Note to self: do not go running right after eating Shwarma. Bad idea.
You know you’ve hit an all time low when you take the “Which Steel Magnolias Character Are You?” quiz on facebook.
Today was the day I should have stayed home.
Today is the day I actually get out of the house.
I’ve been eating 6 pieces of veggie sushi and 6 pieces of shrimp tempura sushi every day for the past 5 days. At $9.00 a day, that’s $45 a week and $180 a month. Maybe it’s time to revert back to PB&J.
Spinach and egg omelette with baked sweet potato fries
Goal of the day: I will not waste time doing meaningless things…like writing dissertations on pigs in blankets, teaching people about the nonlinear notion of time or applauding neck tattoos. Really?
Apples, dates and pistachios. A vitamin. A kiss from my two sons. The belief that life is replete with with goodness…
I think I just saw the Dalai Lama in a Jeep Cherokee at the corner of Stokes and Lenape.
Loving the warm night and palm trees every where
I love all the Pat Robertson comments coming up through the feed
Considerably more grounded today than yesterday.
More important than old Halloween candy, I just learned that our spacetime universe is being created one planck length at a time as we twist and turn in the available branches of the 5th dimension…
I never thought grad students complained about the thickness of a book or the fine print of a novel…until I became one very whiny grad student. The Rhetoric of Fiction: 550 pages…really?
I love that the terrorist dude plead not guilty.
Taking the long, traffic burdened drive to work today.
Off to the city to wander like Bohemians through vintage shops and art galleries.
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language, And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” ~T.S. Eliot, “Little Gidding”
Smoked trout pate
Up early to heat up car and move it for plow guy; then, it’s off to Homegoods, Wholefoods and Target for last minute crap with mom and kids, only to end up back in the kitchen for more food prep.
Breakfast. Workout. Shower. Teach. Race home. Pack. Head to Bear Creek Mountain Resort for company party. Drink too much. Sing Patsy Cline’s Crazy. Say things I’ll most likely regret. Go to bed feeling self-conscious, sheepish and bloated. Wake up early. Get massage. Eat cleansing breakfast. Come home.
Severe mood disorder day.
I’m officially done with green tea.
I gave up coffee for green tea because of stomach problems with coffee, but green tea is worse!
The hellish nightmare of Christmas shopping is officially over.
More raw delights: In a food processor: 1/4 cup of raw pistachios, 1/2 cup pitted dates, a dash of salt. Blend until crumbly, then sprinkle over a bowl of fresh cut apples
At Macy’s in center city watching the Christmas light show
I don’t feel like reading another damn word.
This post is dedicated to Funky Donnie Fritts.
In the midst of a mild fit of aggravation over having to rake leaves on a Sunday.
NYC today with Doug.
Lunch at Zinc with Jan (this is the official last post about food, unless of course I eat something amazing at Zinc and feel compelled to tell everyone about it).
I promise to refrain from anymore food posts for the next several days.
The single, stressed out, working mother’s dinner for three: scrambled egg sandwiches with ketchup.
I will never eat a turkey & brie sandwich with a side of lobster bisque again.
Making an investment in fixed fantasies.
Pressured into changing my profile picture.
A little Annie Dillard today.
To the polls
Shepherd’s pie, baked pumpkin seeds, apple cider, family & friends and loads of candy…
Act important and gain respect for being successful, even if you’re not.
The Antioxidant Packed Breakfast Smoothie: One cup of soy milk, 1/4 cup fresh squeezed pomegranate juice, 1 banana, a handful of blueberries, raspberries and strawberries, spinach leaf, dandelion leaf, broccoli sprouts and one scoop of Whey.
Grading a million papers and calculating quiz averages today. Booooooor-ing.
POLL: Should Tracy have her 6th grader vaccinated for H1N1/Swine Flu?
Many divine moments in the span of sixty seconds.
ASk yourself: is my update relevant? Does it appeal to the reader? If you answered no, hit DELETE
Atomically we are mostly empty space.
De-baptizing people with hairdryers.
Don’t write stories in your head at one a.m. just because you have insomnia.
Hiking through Valley Forge today with my wonderful, sexy boyfriend and our kids.
The blurry haze of a fever
Spoon feeding myself some tough love
Kinda looking forward to tonight, kinda not.
I so long for the day that I don’t have to dependent on certain things to sustain me…
Forced into being a night owl tonight, but for a good cause.
Yes. Done reading and commenting on all grad fiction. I officially have a free weekend.
is talking to Luscious on the phone and painting her nails.
is seeking solace in a heating blanket and 20 pillows.
is trying to create a future update that is relevant and exciting.
needs to take a break
is going to grade one more paper then head over to Cindy’s with a bottle of Shiraz in my hand.
Facebook as escapism is no longer working for me
Back to sushi diet.
Offsetting my anxiety with the Tallest Man on Earth.
is enjoying some good ol’ fashioned escapism.
Despite the misinformation that’s being passed around, I still buy organic.
Love, Love, Love…
is writing a sestina.
is drinking cheap Spanish wine with Doug and watching the Phils.
is happy to be here, posting away.
almost cracked her head open when the garage door fell on her. She so wanted to post an update from the ER but thought that might be a little melodramatic
feels like her head is in a pressure-cooker.
teaches her first class today.
is perturbed that she didn’t realize Kristy was in Wyoming.
is wearing a metaphorical bullet-proof vest today
‘s constant baking of pies and cookies is a ruse, designed merely to avoid real work.
is spooked by the noiselessness in her house and in her head.
has recovered from some pretty bad, rural American conservative jokes against women and watching poor little cows get hog-tied, or whatever.
Can I die if I take a shower during a thunderstorm? I really need to get ready to go out, but I don’t want to die.
Chicken don’t clap.
has just enough time to post this update.
just finished Amy Bloom’s short story “Sleepwalking.”
and her kids are addicted to Arrested Development
is the Maddening Obscurist.
feels the weight of September upon her.
is revisiting Prince’s 1999 album.
and her mother are now addicted to the creamed corn casserole…Obesity, I hear you calling.
thinks it’s probably a bad idea to take her son to the the dentist during his current coughing craze.
is frustrated (this update has nothing to do with sex).
is listening to the cicadas this morning.
is going to bed in the rain.
wants nothing to do with paint.
just ran into JC on his lunch break (no, not Jesus Christ; that was yesterday).
probably won’t make it to her 9:30 class at the gym this morning because her son refuses to wake up.
When I opened my quarter-pounder with cheese meal (no onions) there on the bun was a crucifix. Unfortunately the only thing left of it to sell on ebay is this photo as the stigmata was eaten right along with the medium sized fries it came with.
Is going to say yes.
If anyone can give me five valid (operative word “valid”) reasons why we shouldn’t accept Obama’s health care reform I’ll shut up already and kiss your arse…
is back to reality, and the pile of bills is proof.
is starting the detox diet… tomorrow.
is rearranging the thoughts in her head.
wants to know what’s up with all these earthy-crunchy types going out into the Alaskan wilderness to build eco-friendly, sustained homes. Why not just do it to your own home instead of BUILDING MORE HOMES and junking up the planet further…
was reading Cosmo last night and appropriating sexy phrases for turning a guy on; one of which was “Wow, your penis is so big.”
remembers when she used to count the hours, then the minutes…
is paying unusually close attention to Liz’s posts, so as to prevent her from making egregious and unwarranted grammar mistakes.
and her sister-in-law spent the day with three sick children– until we all decided to leave the shore and come home.
s drinking good wine and having a great conversation with Jan, Nuria and Jody out on the back porch.
is up early for a teacher training seminar today. Home and missing the shore already.
had fun playing in the puddles last night, remembering the big flood of ’91 at the crack house.
has been entertaining, feeding, yelling at, laughing with and caring for 4 boys down the shore, all of whom are currently into wearing AXE deodorant.
is loving the salty, breezy, cool, quiet night…
My heart is so small it’s almost invisible. How can You place such big sorrows in it? “Look,” He answered, “your eyes are even smaller, yet they behold the world.” ~ Rumi ~
is hours away from a two-week vacation on Long Beach Island.
wonders when the word “surfeit” will be hers.
wants to know why triangle man hates person man, why’d they have a fight and why’d triangle man win???
regrets eating a HUGE chocolate muffin for breakfast
s eating a HUGE chocolate muffin for breakfast and looking for a blueberry pie recipe online.
is challenging the status quo today
“But then when he had got settled at the hotel, and they had started their little pattern of cafe life at the Eckmühl-Noiseux, there had been nothing to write about- he could not establish a connection in his mind between the absurd trivialities which fi
is in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere.
has NOT smoked for 638 days, 10 hours, 49 minutes and 19 seconds (21 month anniversary).
is getting ready to make the tortilla española and cue the flamenco
isn’t ready to let her children grow up. Yeehaw for stunted growth! C’mon…who’s with me????
almost sent a love letter to Jan H instead of Doug H. Oops! Too many H’s in my “inbox.”
is her own worst enemy.
has counted the days of clouds and rain and knows the sun has had its fill of time-off and will soon be back again…
is dreaming of Marrakech…
is awaiting the arrival of her hot boyfriend.
is tap dancing on her own last nerve.
is re-reading The Sheltering Sky
might do something in the sun today.
is slowly coming back to life…