I've lost things in my life. Silly things. Things of great value. People whose loss has forever altered my existence and I think about them nearly every day. I've lost memories (this kills me) and chunks of time. My last year of high school. Oh about that one. You see, there was this thing, and then... Nevermind. I'll save that for another time.
And the words. I've lost the words. To explain everything going on in my mind.
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life, and now that I’ve entered my story, I need them more than ever. I can’t just sit back and watch from a distance anymore.
Thank you, Mr. Eugenides. Thank you very much.
Hi. Remember me?
Probably not, but thought I would say hello anyway.
It's been a long time since I have put hand to keyboard to spill out my thoughts on this website. There was a time when a day didn't go by without me doing so (even if it was just a silly spin on a news story). Now it has been months. And tonight, errrr, this morning really (guess I'm back to my old insomnia patterns) I just needed to do that clickety click thing. I had forgotten how theraputic purging my thoughts on screen really was.
So, although my life is about to get insanely busy and / or crazy... Oh wait, it always has been crazy. But seriously, even though things are going to be a bit hectic (for reasons I will divulge later), I am going to start blogging again. But two things are going to happen, one is that this blog (Juicy Vignettist) is going to turn into a photo essay blog. And secondly, I am going to create a new personal blog, which may be private and require a password. I wouldn't want to purge all over someone who didn't want to get purged on, you know what I mean? And purging isn't necessarily all about the bad. Sometimes purging is all about the good.
For all of you (friends and people I don't know alike) thank you so much for checking in on me over the past several months even though there was nothing of interest being said. It was nice knowing you were thinking of me.
I'm going to go take a nap now. Sweet dreams...
How to Live Green
Give me Delicious
Plump, in unwaxed skin
Pure, organic expression
Just Like Willie Nelson...
I am on the road again and won't be posting much. Of course, I haven't been posting anything of substance for a while now. But you never know.
Still hoping you are all having a great rest of the summer. Can you believe it's going to be fall in eight weeks or so? Boy, where does the time go?
Happy New Music Tuesday!
My Thoughts for the Day
You can't blame the shovel
When it was your own two hands
That dug the hole
Your heart is buried in
A coincidence is just that. Merely a coincidence. A string of coincidences is a fifty-foot neon sign telling you you're about to drive off a cliff.
Life's so hard
It's the little things that seem to be saving me today
And I'm doing what I can
I'm doing what I can