Phase I: Ridding of infirmities.

I. Buy yourself flowers

II. Boil water, make hot peach tea
III. Arrange flowers in a way that is pleasing
IV. Put on nice background noise, e.g. Mad Men
V. Turn dimmer switch to low
VI. Candles are nice
VII. Turn on heat
VIII. Pajamas
IX. Sprawl out/curl up on bed
X. Sigh
XI. Look at pleasing flowers.

An Ode to November.

I THINK NOVEMBER is the month with the loveliest name — to me the word implies a transitory beauty, fall to frost, the heavier jacket, thicker socks, and teatime all the time.

‘NOVEMBER’ rolls off the tongue. Try saying it in a British accent and it sounds twice as nice, or write it in your best cursive, it looks regal.
NOVEMBER means polls, unwillingly dragging the ice scraper out from the trunk (seems like I just put it there in May), turning on the heater, the resulting spike in my utility bill, another turkey-less Thanksgiving, and beginning the count until the ever-nearing holiday, “Christmas.”
Finally, the Gorillaz said it best: November has come.

Hallow

In my “Halloween costume,” e.g. what I wore to work for Halloween. I was a Boy Scout from Troop 228 in Milwaukee, WI — which you can’t really see very well in the photo, my bad!

A shout out to the blogger known as “Carl” for the giant contribution to my costume (you’re quite the Cub Scout yourself)!
And of course, much chocolate was consumed.

A Hairy Subject: Hair

MOST ANYONE THAT KNOWS ME would likely, probably describe me to a stranger in several words: “Curly hair” and “short.” I think that most people that don’t know my name think of me as, “That girl with curly hair” (sometimes the word “petite” is tossed in there for good measure). The word “curly” will always be a descriptive, and I like that. A lot.

The problem is, curly hair is the most bittersweet thing. It’s a blessing, as one of my customers told me today, “Your hair is gorgeous. Natural, I bet. God bless it.” On many occasions I’ve had strangers approach me in public, ask to touch it, and stroke it before I can give them a yes or no answer (I would probably say “no”…because it’s usually STRANGE!) And of course there’s the classic “Is that natural?” always followed by, “My daughter/niece/best friend’s sister has curly hair…” (to which I never know how to respond). What’s un-cool about curly hair is you shed. A LOT. I can’t escape it. Other people get to enjoy/stroke it, but I have to carry this hot mess on my head all day, every day—and it’s a hot, hairy and highly frizzified mess.

I’m starting to think all good things must come to an end—or, in my case, split ends.
Should I cut it really short? Judges? My last cut was in March and it’s getting dangerously gnarly.

Recyclination

Recyclination: The inclination to recycle.

Holly and I started a recycling blog as an assignment for one of our classes. The task was to design a project that explores the idea of making our university greener. We decided to create our blog and advertise it around campus, as well demonstrate the dent that “just two people” can make in the game of recycling. We feel that often times the act of recycling is not given a fair chance because an individual might assume, “I’m just me, just one person, and this one bottle that I throw in the trash isn’t going to matter.” So from now until December, we’ll be saving recyclables from their displacement in trash cans, parking lots—whatever crosses our paths—then returning them to their rightful recycling bin. We’ll be keeping track of how much we collect and posting photographs of our finds each day. We’ll be glorified bag ladies. We’ll probably get dirty looks. But by the end of our project, if all goes as planned, we hope to shed light on how much two people in one community can, in fact, make a difference.

Check out our project at http://recyclination.tumblr.com/