Random blogging about what I’ve been thinking about this week.
Tag Archives: am I really such a weirdo?
clap along if you feel like a room without a roof
So, I hate “Happy.” I mean, not really, but for a while it was everywhere and I felt like I was being ordered to be happy by every car ad, grocery store speaker, and minion in America, and if I want to be in a bad mood I’m going to be in a bad mood,Continue reading “clap along if you feel like a room without a roof”
artistic friendship books?
So the other morning on NPR, I heard this story about Edgar Degas and Mary Cassatt, and their relationship. Okay, about all I know of Degas are his ballet paintings, and I know even less about Cassatt (though guess whose work randomly showed up on my Tumblr today?), but now I know that they knewContinue reading “artistic friendship books?”
Why the Moody Blues’ “Greatest Hits” is a Dystopian Album
That would be this album. On cassette, even. It was certainly high school, probably my junior year? When I was still desperately searching for music that would define me (you know, like you do … I was a weird kid). I got this album and a copy of The Handmaid’s Tale at the same time.Continue reading “Why the Moody Blues’ “Greatest Hits” is a Dystopian Album”
ranting to (and about) my new pants
So I bought pants on my day off last week, and today I put on a pair of the new pants for work. Now, this particular pair, I had noticed in the store, had a patterned cloth on the inside for the pockets. I’d sort of glanced at it because I was more concerned withContinue reading “ranting to (and about) my new pants”
Way Late to the Party: Thoughts on the Divergent Trilogy
WARNING: I am linking in this entry to an article that totally spoils the end of the Divergent Trilogy by Veronica Roth, and then I go on to spoil the end of it (along with a major plot point in Flowers In the Attic, the Hunger Games books, The Girl of Fire and Thorns, AContinue reading “Way Late to the Party: Thoughts on the Divergent Trilogy”
In which I wax rhapsodic about Unfuck Your Habitat
So the reason I sort of fell off the blog over Christmas was that, about three days after I went on break, I got sick. I got nobody else sick, so I figure it was allergies, but still. Tired, sore throat, gunk galore out my nasal cavities … blech. I managed to take the boyContinue reading “In which I wax rhapsodic about Unfuck Your Habitat”
do your homework with a fork: on safe spaces and taking teenagers seriously
My mother tells a story about me, from when I was about the Zweeble’s age, and I kept coloring the grass purple. “Laura, grass is green.” “Uh-huh.” And I’d calmly color the grass purple again. My mother’s best friend at the time, Margaret, is an artist–a painter. And one day she was over and sawContinue reading “do your homework with a fork: on safe spaces and taking teenagers seriously”
in which I natter on about myth and stuff
I’m kind of obsessed with myth. (I suppose I could also call it “persona,” but I think it’s more than that.) Not the big myths (though I read the hell out of those when I was a kid and really enjoyed my Old Norse class in grad school specifically because we were translating myths andContinue reading “in which I natter on about myth and stuff”