1. and we’re back !
The first month of 2019 is over, and we’re back in the swing of things – sort of not really it’s weird. My spring semester started in the middle, so I’ve been back to school/work/intern/real life stuff for a couple weeks now. And I’m, how do you say this, not doing gr8. I usually go through this the last few weeks of a semester, when I just feel a bit tired and my attitude regarding everything is ‘eh, can’t be bothered’ and I’m just not very good at getting stuff done. But this time around, I’ve started feeling that and it’s liiiike I’ve barely even started the semester?!? Wtf brain?? This should be my last semester at community college before I transfer out, and I hope I can help make it a good one – so hopefully this lil funk o’ mine doesn’t last too long.
Charles and Rodrigo from The Final Table: We’ve been watching the Netflix cooking competition The Final Table, and although that show itself is not a favorite (we haven’t finished it yet because we’ve been sad/mad that all the POC and women have been eliminated, and that the countries they had to cook for didn’t include places like China or Thailand or Ethiopia or a Middle Eastern country, also the host is annoying and the uber dramatic lights are maddening), it did introduce me to Rodrigo Pacheco, an Ecuadorian chef, and Charles Michel, a French-Colombian traveling culinary artist. Which, I mean. That title?! Traveling culinary artist!?? Cannot get enough. Charles and Rodrigo’s dishes always featured indigenous ingredients and went deeper than food to art. I’m someone who mostly dislikes the concept of fine dining as something way too expensive, pretentious, and small (those portions could not feed a gnat well), but their ideas were so creative and meaningful. They thanked the sea for their ingredients and tried to convey emotions through their products and I was screaming at the TV when they got eliminated.
Quiet by Susan Cain: I read this while it was slow at work and finished it in (I think) less than a week. I couldn’t stop talking about it to literally everyone, so here I am to do so again! This book’s tagline is “the power of introverts in a world that can’t stop talking”, and it goes through the scientific basis for introversion/extroversion, the perceptions of both in US history, and psychology/neuroscience studies that support Cain’s argument that our extrovert-focused world misses out on a whole lot by devaluing introverts. I’m definitely an introvert and this book helped me see the value in not being as gregarious and loud as I’m ‘supposed’ to be in professional and personal situations, but even if I wasn’t so obviously introverted, this book is so interesting! It’s well researched but written very accessibly, and before you even know it you can explain what having a highly-reactive amygdala means or why Harvard Business School students are fucking up their annual mountaineering test. Ten out of ten could not recommend enough.
Tumblr banning NSFW content: I’m 21, so I’m what the old people might call a ‘digital native’, and I’ve had a Tumblr since I was fucking thirteen. I know it’s ridiculous how much time I’ve spent on that godforsaken website!! Tumblr was, of course, bought by Yahoo, and it’s been a frustrating platform for what feels like forever. In December Tumblr banned all NSFW content, which means no more sex acts, no more nudity, and no more “female-presenting nipples” to deal with the proliferation of child pornography and pornbots on the site. Cool cool cool cool, right? Totally good decision? I’ve spent so long on Tumblr and it feels a bit weird to say this, but it’s been a solid chunk of how I’ve developed in this life. I discovered so much stuff on Tumblr, from feminism to porn to fandoms I wrote fanfiction for (pls don’t @ me I will never share this) to studyblrs to in-depth Harry Potter meta essays to artists and bloggers I discovered seven goddamn years ago and am still following. There’s things I would definitely not prefer to see on that site, to be sure (RIP me the night I was looking at the Kung Fu Panda tag to try and find some fun trivia and instead saw a bunch of furry porn with Po and Tigress), but the ban on NSFW content makes what was a safe space for artists, sex workers, fandoms, and people just discovering what they like about “female-presenting nipples” into a barren shit hole. This site is going to die, it’s just a matter of how or when, but its parent company certainly isn’t helping things with decisions like this.
Terrible professors: One of the political science classes I’m taking this semester is a nightmare, and I have no qualms about passing judgment so quickly because I’ve heard terrible things about this professor and now I’m experiencing him 4 rl and THEY’RE ALL TRUE AND IT’S AWFUL. I’ve been lucky enough to escape truly awful professors so far, but this is a class that is a major requirement so I’m stuck here… And oh my god why do they have to exist? Why do there have to be professors who are unorganized, confusing, and about as engaging as a used floss string??
4. goals check in
At the end of December, I said I’d like to do three things by the end of January, so here I am, keeping myself accountable damn it.
- Clean my bedroom, esp. getting rid of clothes and furniture
- Fix my hoop earrings
- Exercise twice a week
On this first goal, I will say that I did a little less than an OK job. I’m a really messy person who doesn’t like to get rid of things (read: I am a hoarder in the making), like my parents and their parents before them, so combined we’ve got almost 300 years between us of being Marie Kondo’s worst nightmare. Taking that into account, every little helps, right? We have this room in our house which was my old bedroom, and we used it as a storage room for a lot of our shit while our renters were here. They’ve been gone for a long while, and we haven’t cleaned at alllll. I started cleaning it myself, but it’s really hard not getting really overwhelmed at the sight of piles of clothes and papers and assorted knick knacks from before I was born. I took 6 bags of clothes (from my mom and myself) to consign/donate, but I’m afraid I haven’t made progress on the furniture front. Mainly I’m just, like, how do u get rid of this huge desk??? My bed, desk, and storage unit were all from Ikea, and it was easy enough to get them in because we just took the box into my room and assembled them there. But how am I supposed to reverse that movement and get them out??
I did the second one though! I dropped my earrings off at a jewelry store literally four days ago when I remembered my monthly blog post thing, and I should be picking it up soonish. This took like thirty minutes and most of that was driving and finding a place to park, but it’s taken me so long to do. I’ve been meaning to do this for absolute months, and it’s one of those things that I’ve been putting off. I’m looking forward to having my everyday hoops back!
On the note of exercise, I did so a total of six times this month… which is a little less than ten, which was the goal (twice a week). I’ve never met a form of physical activity that I didn’t dislike heartily, but I hear it’s good for your health to move around and stuff.
All in all, pretty OK. Not perfect, but progress is progress. For February, here’s what I would like to do!
- Be done with my Common Application to apply for transfer to private schools (the deadline is March, but early March so I am shootin’ for sooner rather than later)
- Clean!!! (I know this is a redo of my January goal, but 4 rl this time. My specific goals are to a) Konmari fold all my clothes, b) go through my old school stuff and get rid of it, and c) just take care of 1 item of furniture oh my god pls)
- Plan my upcoming holidays (I’d like to visit colleges over spring break, and my dad has a business trip to Rome in the summer that I would l0o0oo0ve to tag along to)
Fingers crossed, y’all.
5. photos n more ~~
Before my bb brother left us for winter break, we all went to the SF MoMA – they had this really cool exhibit on Chinese art after 1989, but we got there too late and spent too long moseying around the rest of the museum to see this one properly. We got here just as they went “Attention! The museum is closing in thirty minutes!” over the loudspeakers and my bf and I looked at each other like 😦😦 before trying to dash around to get to it all. I don’t know enough about Chinese culture, art, and political thought, and the bits that we managed to see before the security guards were like ok seriously kids get out were so interesting. They even had the original of Ai Wei Wei’s Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn which I wanted to spend forever gazing at. Afterwards, we went to this amazing Indian restaurant which I have completely forgotten the name of, and ate so much I had to unzip my jeans completely.
Wanted: a patron to buy me a fancy phone to take better portraits of Luna. A family friend took this photo with his phone and I AM IN AWE. My iPhone 6 comes nowhere near.
This is a cute pic which makes me look like a cute coffee drinkin’ gal but it’s all a fake bc my friend said ‘hey hold this and laugh u look cute!’ lol.
Same friend, different coffee date, still her coffee lol.
I painted a CLIF bar and a banana for my studyblr. It’s hard to art, y’all. It’s so hard for me to pick up a thing and start doing it because I’m always so scared of failure and ugliness and fucking up, but every time I just do the damn thing I’m like, hey! It’s not perfectly amazing at all, but it felt nice! It felt good! Groundbreaking, I know.
+ a few links:
A 30-year-old cat named Rubble from Exeter had a birthday party;
The question that illuminates the sexist discourse around the Bezos divorce: Will Jeff Bezos Get Half of MacKenzie Bezos’s Fortune in the Divorce?
A great Slate article on the fit-mom online phenomenon/community and how it’s just the latest in women being held to super rigid physical standards (Why do we love dad bods but abhor the slightest hint of flab on moms? Who carry the fucking baby for 9 months??)
Here’s to February, folks!