Today is the fourth day I am without a cellphone, and I’m actually feeling alight with it surprisingly enough.
It’s actually got me reading more, since I need to carry a book on the bus or to Starbucks in order to keep me from being alone with my thoughts; so that’s a plus… getting my read on.
Finally getting a chance to read The Frenemy’s first book Don’t Worry It, Gets Worse which gives me hope that one day i will be a hilariously sassy female blogger and I can get my book published too. Also because it’s super funny and its been sitting on my bookshelf now for a solid month with intentions of reading it.
It’s also forced me to carry another notebook with me on top of the three that are always in my bag, because i hate carrying a bag when I walk for coffee. So I opened up the box full of unused notebooks of various sizes that I’ve just realized I buy almost compulsively because I’m always taking notes, and now I have a Field Notes book in my other back pocket all day long. Selected notes from inside it include:
- I can’t believe you had to Google the code for unordered list just now.
- whats wrong with my face, do i have a weird face like Ryan Gosling but in a bad way
- i should really do laundry more often
- find those other glasses
I do miss things though.
I miss texting. I set up my iChat (its not iMessage, its iChat just deal with it) to be able to message anyone i used to text all the time with an iPhone, but the ease of typing on a keyboard has led to some over-messaging and subsequent feelings of alienating friendships. But then again, what else is new with me. I’m always alienating friendships. *high-five*
I miss the radio. The extra-nerd inside of me really grew accustomed to listening to WNYC for hours on end and really earning that tote bag. Now how will I know what Ira Glass thinks I should be thinking about? I miss calling my mom in the morning. There, I said it. I call my mom pretty much every morning on my walk to get coffee. Mostly because she’s the only person that will take my call at 7:30am without telling me to fuck off. Well, sometimes she tells me to fuck off but whatever she’s earned it.
I kind of also miss knowing the weather. who even has time to google the weather?
After many years of constant and unwavering fidelity, it is with a heavy heart that I embark on a bit of a forced hiatus from my longest standing relationship: my cellphone. From the treo to the blackberry then the iPhone, I was never out of contact since roughly 2004. Always available to text or email, now i can’t do either of those things on the go as I’ve broken my phone to the point where it is unusable.
With the new iPhone due for announcement in one week’s time, I may not even find my old blackberry in time in this apartment of conspicuous mess.
I guess the moral of the story here is not to treat your relationships like shit because one day they might not be there anymore.
Wow, I love the new John Green book
I bet the horse dies
The Fault in Our Barns
did the mayor of Los Angeles really compare a Gray’s Papaya hot dog to a “steaming bag of New York garbage”?
dude, Fuck LA.
is what brings us together. in the car. three weekends every month. driving five hours each way.
in case you guys didn’t know, we are planning our wedding. the only problem is, we don’t like New Hampshire all that much and of all 125 people we’re probably inviting only two of them other than us live in this state.
So what does that mean? Piecing together a wedding on a relatively shoestring budget made up of whatever money the two of us have that isn’t being spent on rent or sneakers or the gas that it costs to drive 500 miles two or three times a month. oh, we also only really have a vague idea of what encompasses a wedding preparation. and haven’t heard back from the DJs we really want yet. and are torn super hard between two caterers. and i don’t have a tuxedo yet and she doesn’t have a dress. and we haven’t set up our pre-cana.
and the wedding is in a little more than 5 months.
so we basically have somewhere for people to show up to on a date at a time, and not much else.
i’ll keep you guys posted.
When I originally typed out this subject line on Friday, I’m pretty sure I had a great direction that I went in with it. Alas, dear reader, when you don’t save a draft copy and let your laptop die over the weekend… you lose your draft. So here goes Round 2.
I recently read an article, that I don’t remember from where, about great writers that maintained a normal job in the midst of their careers. More so than your Burroughs and his writing on a shit ton of drugs in the middle of a jungle paradise; i think i am significantly more envious of those writers with the discipline to produce great works while being tied down to a 9-5 at the same time.
This all comes to me as I enter the second month of my first real office job that I have ever held while trying to continue to write. Back when i was working in Miami towards the end when I started dicking around with more lengthy pieces of work, I really didn’t have many boundaries when it came to my job… so if i were to take every afternoon off around 1 and go to Starbucks with my laptop; no one really gave me any grief over it. And then when we moved here, first it was the entire freedom of temporary unemployment to write all day until i went absolutely stir crazy followed by the inconsistent hours of retail management which provided an interesting schedule in which i could find myself a few days here and there to still attempt to create. So now in this new environment, I am finding it a littler difficult in this early going to still find the time to devote to my own personal works.
*this is the point where i got pulled away again*
So coming back to this post, even realizing that I can’t hammer out a semi-crafted blog post without getting distracted by ten or fifteen new things i have to do.
But I guess ultimately thats my little dream for myself. The same way that we don’t remember Kurt Vonnegut as a car dealer or TS Eliot as a banker… Maybe I can be Ryan Wieczkowski, writer turned coffee shop owner. I don’t have to be wildly successful, or even moderately so, but it would nice to get paid a little bit for my ability to put words together good.
New… um, Spring Resolutions… amirite?
This dude is always trying to talk to me about baseball but he’s really shitty at it and its kind of making me hate baseball
- Walking behind people on Newbury St