Greetings

What is it about saying hello that renders itself such a difficult task, at least for myself?
I couldn't have agreed more with this blog post about begrudging engagement in the formalities of familiarities. As a little girl, I would be chastised by my dad for failing to perform the obligatory respectful bow upon his arrival from work or rather, failing to look up and give him so much as a glance and a "hi." My disdain for hi's and hello's has carried on into adulthood and where not saying "hi" was once brushed off as cute or forgetful, it is now regarded as odd, cold, and downright rude. Call it a curse or a blessing but I wear my heart on my sleeve and saying hi comes the utmost naturally when I greet people I sincerely adore, love, have missed. The worst hi scenario is when I'm in an unfamiliar setting with unfamiliar acquaintances and I have to figure out the right timing for when to say hi and if I've already missed that timing, if it's okay to start a conversation as if we'd just been talking and if that's not okay, if I should just still say hi even if a substantial amount of time has already passed since I've placed myself in said setting.
On a more personal note, what keeps me from uttering this one syllable word is the fear that I'll be bombarded with an onslaught of twenty different variations of what are you doing with your life and most of all, the fear that I might not possibly ever figure out the answer.

Dear John

Currently listening to this song while anticipating rainfall later tonight.

Happy Friday everyone.

book

I was recently gifted this book by a dear friend and I'm too afraid to start it.
Why? Because I dread finishing it and ending the potentially wonderfully hilarious literary journey.
I'm too excited to start it that I never want to.

Lullaby

I like to listen to the soothing, raspy voice of Alec Baldwin before climbing into bed.
You can hear him here; I especially love the Brian Williams and Kristen Wiig episodes.

Good night world.

the PennySaver

It Chooses You by Miranda July is exactly the kind of thing I would have enjoyed doing over the summer and something I wish I'd thought of doing earlier. Reading this has reaffirmed my penchant for collecting stories and interviewing people and has made me determined to undertake a project like this in the near future.
Here is one of my favorite passages from the book:
"It was a relief, meeting someone whom I had anything at all in common with. Michael and Primila and Pauline had exhausted me with their openness and their quaint inefficiency, but Raymond and I were the same generation; we both knew how to click on things, we both had a version of our name with @ in it. But the moment I got back in my car I knew I would never see him again, ever. It suddenly seemed obvious to me that the whole world, and especially Los Angeles, was designed to protect me from these people I was meeting. There was no law against knowing them, but it wouldn't happen. LA isn't a walking city, or a subway city, so if someone isn't in my house or my car we'll never be together, not even for a moment. And just to be absolutely sure of that, when I leave my car my iPhone escorts me, letting everyone else in the post office know that I'm not really with them, I'm with my own people, who are so hilarious that I can't help smiling to myself as I text them back."

wake me up

Pumped Up Kicks

Ever wondered about those sneakers hanging on telephone wires?

Here's your answer.