There is a guy across the hall who has hired a laundry service. At night, he leaves a bag of laundry outside his office. In the morning, there are cleaned and pressed shirts hanging from the door, as if by magic. Don’t get me wrong, if I had money to burn, I would be all about fresh pressed shirts that I didn’t have to launder or iron. But if I had that kind of surplus, there are other things I would do first. Continue reading →
Is there anything more millennial than this taking a noun and making it a hip-sounding new “-ing” gerund trend? Googling, texting, tweeting, Facebooking. That’s about all I thought Adulting by Kelly Williams Brown was going to be, a novel-length collection of snide millennial hipsterness. I was…wrong? Continue reading →
I read this book several years ago. Read it closely, marked it carefully, had every intention of posting a thorough and thoughtful analysis at the time. Life got in the way (and let’s face it, life is still in the way). But I was doing some reorganizing lately, and I saw several tabbed passages in the book, and started re-reading some of the portions I marked. And while I can’t remember the book in its entirety, the tabbed portions alone tell a story that is still close to my heart. Anyone else grinding it out in corporate America (or corporate anywhere, for that matter, or just grinding it out in life in general) will probably relate to at least some of these.
My son and I ran a 5K this weekend. It was for a good cause, and it was fun. The weather was brisk, and we weren’t trying to break any speed records, so we enjoyed some good conversation. Overall, it was a good learning and bonding experience. Continue reading →
I know what you’re thinking; give me these problems! But I wonder if this truly exists. I think about this now because, as I mentioned in a previous post, in Joshua Ferris’s To Rise Again at a Decent Hour, he describes the main character’s ex-girlfriend, who he hired to be his office manager, but then (unwisely) did not fire after they broke up, going through a period where she experienced this phenomenon. She used to write poetry, but then found that, in this blissful “honeymoon” period of their relationship, she was simply too happy to write. Continue reading →
Recently watched “TINY: A Story About Living Small” on Netflix. Whoa! The film/documentary was written, produced, and directed by its stars Christopher Smith and Merete Miller. If you want a detailed factual synopsis of what it’s about, you can go to IMDB or check out the movie’s website. Or, if you have Netflix, you can watch it there. Or here. In a nutshell, Christopher decides to build a 130 square foot house from scratch. On a surface level, the documentary is about his journey to build the house with little money and no prior building experience. But I’m more interested in why than how, and what it means, and in discussing some of the questions it brought to mind in my own life.
(The othertwo I’ve done in stream-of-consciousness/movie note form; I guess there’s no reason to deviate now).
We all lie to our children. A lot. At some point, remembering all those lies is going to become a challenge. We are going to slip up. And our then adult children will remember those lies as the only truth they know/knew. That will undoubtedly prove awkward. Continue reading →
Someone asked me recently if I had anything I was looking forward to. And I was stumped. And that is not like me, and it is certainly not good. Not much of one for lists, this isn’t really my style, but feeling like you don’t have anything to look forward to is no way to live either. So I made a list. And here it is (in part): Continue reading →
Nobody likes moving. Actually, let me qualify that. When I was in college, every summer, I went and worked for a moving company. It was long days, usually starting at 6 or 7 a.m. and often lasting well into the night. It was physically challenging, and not very mentally stimulating, but I loved it. There was something very satisfying about how straightforward and simple it was. At the beginning of the day, the truck is full and the house is empty. At the end of the day, the house is full and the truck is empty. Easy as that. Everyone is happy, a job well done. Every night, I slept like a baby, and woke up ready and eager to go the next day. In some (many) ways, I miss that simplicity.
But moving yourself isn’t nearly as fun, especially when it’s your stuff, your time, you’re not getting paid and, in fact, you are the one paying, in ways both expected and un-. Continue reading →