January 24, 2011

felicitous

My niece opening her American Girl Doll this past Xmas. Her reaction is priceless.

January 14, 2011

from incline to incline



I first fell in love with Broadcast when I heard "Tears in the Typing Pool" on a mix my sister made for me in (I think) 2005 and again when I got to see them live for the first (and only) time in Fall 2009. Trish Keenan was a stunning talent. RIP.

January 13, 2011

clear eyes, full hearts, can't lose

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Happy (belated) New Year, Interweb. I stole this photo from The New Yorker's Book Bench because it's a nice image for the new year, and I suppose a nice image for the day since, optimistically speaking, what is a year but 365 clean slates.

I probably make too many resolutions on too frequent a basis, so in 2011 I'm only really resolving to work out with more frequency, read a lot, do another long-distance run, get more freelance clients, go on a writers' retreat, retake the GRE (ugh), continue exploring different corners of Chicagoland—an extension of my 2010 goal to venture beyond the usual haunts, travel, get more sleep, practice guitar, cook at home more often, do laundry with more frequency (like, more than once every 1.75 months—embarrassing 29-yr-old admission, but true), spend less time online and more quality time with people in-person, learn better ways to cope with stress, and go easier on myself in general, which of course includes letting whatever items on this too-long list that need to slide slide.

Really, that's it. (ha)

It sounds painfully obvious, but the thing about resolutions—and everyone waxes on about this, especially in January, but it's nonetheless a good time to pep-talk ourselves—is that making them means nothing unless we actually rearrange and reprioritize our days in whatever ways necessary to accommodate change. I realize (winter laziness be damned) that there's no way I'll do any of the aforementioned, much less some, unless I shuffle some things around and really put in the time. Even more obviously: post-reshuffling, days are going to look and feel differently, as they should, since "Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible." And regarding progress, it bears reminding that "No valid plans for the future can be made by those who have no capacity for living now." Oh, and did I mention: "THE REST IS STILL UNWRITTEN"?! Ha ha.

2011 has so far included a few trips to the Y and more home-cooked meals, as well as the general tendency to stay up super late watching Friday Night Lights on Roku and wear the same outfit three days in a row. Every day a tabula rasa, no?

January 12, 2011

last christmas

Some belatedly posted holiday pics...

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The Cultural Center all decked out.

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Place of employment.

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Christmas at Misericordia. (The gals look a little bored, but this is actually a vibe of post-dinner relaxation.)

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Requisite holiday cookie decorating.

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Dinner at SEPIA. Best. Dessert. Ever.

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Easy the Great.

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Bill Callahan at Second City.

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Jessica's soup + sweaters party.

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After soup, we watched this terrible awesome terribly awesome movie.

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Jenny got it for 37 cents at a garage sale. Kind of expensive, all things considered.

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Bobby=in agreement.

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To Michigan.

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Mary, Angus, and I stopped at an Indiana Denny's and were blown away by these beverage "innovations": "Orange Peach Sparker: We start with a cold glass of Sprite and orange juice and then add a twist of crisp peach flavor." You've outdone yourself, Denny's.

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Home.

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Christmas Eve.

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The B. with his customized apron. Dan and I got it airbrushed at the Mega Mall.

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Amazing pies from Hoosier Mama.

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Kale hid as soon as he got to my parents' house. Hiding in plain sight rules.

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Eva Longoria wants babies.

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I got Dan to smile for a photo. Fuzzy, but still a success.

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Alexander/Pearson reunion at Bell's.

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Mandy!

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Sibs.

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Mom's bday brunch.

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Kalamazoo Valley Museum.

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A wall of Gibson guitars.

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Water Street.

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NYE in Chicago.

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Dan's juice bar.

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