Posts from July, 2011
1. I perpetuate an abusive relationship with the baristas at my coffee shop. They are very cool, and here in their galaxy, nay, their universe, it is implied, I am not.
Within earshot, they mock my choice of hot-beverage-on-100-degree-day and never fail to skulk glumly toward the cash register to accept my money. Needless to say, they do not wish to play my polite smile game. Meanwhile, I go back every day because they. have. the. good. stuff.
I feel like a sucker, but a very well-caffeinated sucker.
2. When there’s a call for “enthusiastic people” (…ignoring the fact that that probably means “girls willing to take their tops off”…) the best thing I can come up with regarding myself and enthusiasm, is that I am quietly enthusiastic. To most people I think that means not enthusiastic, right? But I am! I am enthusiastic!!
3. Every few months I look at Facebook and find out how many people I no longer know just got married or had babies. Or both! The answer is all of them. “Congrats!”
Related: Why do people like to make faux-angry faces in photos? And gang signs? This is confusing technology, the camera.
4. I should really start putting “read stuff that doesn’t matter” on my daily to-do list. Better yet: “write stuff that doesn’t matter.” Done and done.
Okay, who’s coming roller-skating with me?
…is a good one.
From David Michalek, a photographer and visual artist responsible for Lincoln Center’s “Portraits in Dramatic Time”:
“You can’t tell someone ‘smile!’ or you get a fake smile. You have to create the conditions for laughter.”
This is what the top of an active volcano looks like when it’s “not dangerous”.
(Because they say if she’s leaking steam, she’s… I’m having trouble finding a rhyme for this… she’s not going to spew lava all over Sicily.)
But that doesn’t mean that it’s not super terrifyingly windy and impossible to breathe up there. In fact, it’s so windy that it might blow your tightly fastened favorite ten-year-old hat right off your head and into one of its craters. And then try to blow you off a rock face and into the ocean.
(This is the crater right before it ate my hat.)