Is the the usual reaction to the end of schooling?

Every hour is a twist and turn.  One minute, I’m encouraged.  The next, I’m distraught.  The next, I’m planning grad school choices.  The next, I’m well on my way to up and moving to New York.

It’s limbo.  And if it didn’t coincide with the word “broke” I guess maybe I’d be okay with it.

Maybe I should write a book?  But what would it be about?  Am I even a good writer?  Would anyone listen to anything I said?  Probably not.

Another tangent.

My life is a series of tangents, unanswered emails, and pangs of regret before I’m even old enough to regret anything.  Perhaps that’s why this blog has become devoid.  Or maybe it’s just the other two blogs I’ve started recently.

I’ll figure it out.  I’ll figure it out?  I’ll figure it out!

“At issue was a sleek bronze sculpture entitled Bird in Space, by the Romanian artist Constantin Brancusi.  The American photographer Edward Steichen had purchased the Bird in France and, on his return to the United States, he declared it to Customs as an original work of art. In American law, original works are exempt from import duty, but the Customs officer rejected Steichen’s claim.  The Bird, he said, was not ‘Art,’ and it entered the country under the category of ‘Kitchen Utensils and Hospital Supplies.’  Steichen had to pay six hundred dollars in tax.”
[Adams, 2-3]

If you were wondering, Steichen later sued and won his case, and Brancusi’s piece was reclassified as ‘Art.’

Fantastic.

So what to write about, upon said return?

Well, first, I’d like to give a big shoutout to Illionis and its continuous line of corrupt politicians – Hey guys!  Is anyone else SO already waiting in line to see Public Enemies??

That said, I’d like to devote this post to the economy.

There are 1,395,938,218 (approx.) things I could say about this right now.  For one, it feels overwhelmingly impossible to keep up with or really have much of a grasp on everything that’s going wrong.  I mean, does anyone really know where all that stimulus money is going?  Sure doesn’t seem like it.  As a result, the feeling of doom seems to be setting in as a generally accepted principle.

It’s bad.  There’s no denying that.  The prospect of finding myself a job in May seems like a complete impossibility right now, that’s for sure. But is it impossible?  How much of what we hear do we actually understand?  How much do we listen to what’s being said, or is it the way in which it’s being said?

I’m not here to pretend like I know what it’s like out there: I don’t.  What I do know, though, is that there has to be a way to keep going.  And maybe, it’s not by looking at the past.  But then again, maybe it’s not by looking too far into the future either.

Like I said…..too many thoughts.  How do you even talk about this all?

(2) Andrea Mitchell‘s ability to be everywhere, all the time.

(3) Winter.  Okay, so it doesn’t so much puzzle me….as it’s just wrong.  And a completely unnecessary season.  Seriously.

I hope you all watched at least part of it.

We’ll see how it goes from here.

I can remember my dad’s cry of “Crooked Lane!” at which the four of us would all join in “Crooked Lane! Crooked Lane!”. Soon, the car began to bump, my dad to feign the brakes going out, and many ensuing shreeks and squeals of excitement.

Looking back, they were probably just pot holes…but I imagine if any of us ever went back, it would seem just as perilously crooked as ever.

Happy New Year all

I. Love. Christmas.

There’s just something about a holiday that involves a thousand different traditions, societal and familial (big-ish words anyone?), that’s so comforting. No matter what’s going on in life, come December (or October now, it seems), the red and green come out, the trees go up, and the mall gets so packed you seriously consider assuming the fetal position right in the middle of several too-tiny-to-move memorobilia-no-one-really-wants-but-it’s-christmas-so-its-the-thought-that-counts stores.  Mmmm, I’ll even take that, if it means family traditions and shiny new toys.  It even makes the cold bearable.

That said, a few things to impart on you all this holiday season:

(a) Hope your holidays are wonderful, no matter where you are.
(b) Don’t see 4 Christmases, it’s an awful excuse for a holiday movie.
(c) My family has an annual family euchre (it’s a card game) tournament.  Just thought I’d share that with the internet world.
(d) Be merry, because we all have a lot to be thankful for, even with things the way they are now. 

Stay Christmas classy, world.  And Happy Holidays.