On Saturdays, we wear memes.
On Fridays, I wear camouflage. Specifically, I wear a pair of camo track pants that are old and remain baggy and saggy even fresh from the wash. They’re also decorated with a bit of paint splatter from when I painted the mudroom walls London Fog, one of the 73,295,146 types of white available at the paint store. The pants aren’t a thing of beauty by … Continue reading On Saturdays, we wear memes.
Bring on the connectivity – an off-the-cuff joint.
Gen X is an interesting generation. We’ve not only borne witness to amazing changes, we’ve embraced and adapted to them. We’re the kids born between the mid-sixties and 1980. We’re the latchkey kids and the MTV generation. We’re women in higher education and the workforce without (official) restrictions. We’re ostensibly about equal rights. We watched the wall fall and consumer-based capitalism triumph and hasn’t the … Continue reading Bring on the connectivity – an off-the-cuff joint.
To-do lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
I live with anxiety and c-PTSD among other neuroses – humble brag – and lists are my happy place. I find them aspirational and inspirational. I can tend to aimless wheel spinning with my puttering – reorganizing the library again is a lateral move no matter how it soothes anxious feelings – so lists can lead to me feeling productive at the end of the … Continue reading To-do lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
Stuff
We’re our stuff, and our stuff is us, and our stuff is garbage, not in a metaphorical sense with regards to the quality of its execution or its greenwashing, but in the literal sense, in that most of our stuff is trash, or will end up there, not while we’re here, of course – in that case our stuff is valuable, all of it, the … Continue reading Stuff
From Famine to Feast 