Day 127

Listening to: Andrew Bird. Susie sent me one of his songs a while ago, with the intriguing title "a nervous tic motion of the head to the left." Since then I've gotten lots of semi-indie cred if it ever pops up in the car or whatnot. It's an awesome song. I recently downloaded Armchair Apocrypha and Soldier On to listen to. If he blows up I can pretend I knew him when. But not really.

The better part of my day was spent going through Fimoculous' 30 Most Notable Blogs of 2008. I swear I clicked on nearly every link and gave everything the once over, just to find some new things to read. I woke up at 2:30pm, napped twice, and it's just about to get light out. The only truly productive thing I've done all day is help my mom disassemble the Christmas tree, packing it away until next year. I wondered if I'd ever want to go through the trouble of putting up my own Christmas tree. I doubt it.

While it looks pretty and lends holiday spirit to any room, the idea of assembling, decorating, and tearing it down year after year seems pointless. Then again, if I had children I guess that would be reason enough to do it, if only to give them some nice warm memories. There's a lot pointless things I'd have to do if I had children. Mainly, celebrate. And eat regularly.

Of greater concern is how I can get myself a permanent supply of Trader Joe's Dark Chocolate Shortbread Stars (a life changing gift from Steve). I fear they will disappear from store shelves soon and that just wouldn't do. I only have five stars left and I'm rationing them at two a day. Would it be absolutely ridiculous to go buy twenty boxes now?

The find of the day is Molly Young, who reminds me slightly of technicolor.org -- very slightly. "[Molly] writes in that hyper-literate but still somehow accessibly intimate way that make all her blog posts read like entries in one of those diaries that score its author a publishing contract."

"Of all the bad things a person can be, 'boring' was my bête noire from the age of consciousness until mid-college. This is probably because I was so often paralyzed in social interactions, unable to think of anything to say or do. In fact, a good amount of the time I passed alone was spent stocking up on Things To Say. I used to keep a small notebook with reminders of funny anecdotes, news items, novelties and jokes to sprinkle into conversation. I even consulted the book (discreetly) during interactions to freshen my supply. It didn't work very well -- I often had to shoehorn unrelated sentences into topical conversations -- but it was better than being a blank.

Now things are more fluid up there, but only among those I know well."
-Public opinion is a tyrant-