My chosen sister graduates with a degree in Earth Systems!!
CELEBRATING THE RIGHT FOR MARRIAGE AT THE CALIFORNIA STATE CAPITOL!
Thursday, July 4, 2013
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
PET Names
If you ever find yourself in the verge of dating me, beware. These are the most like nicknames that I will call you. And yes, I researched these carefully.
1. My little cabbage
2. meine süße
3. babushka
4. jujube
5. Gizmo
6.Puffin
7. Honey Suckle
8. Love Nugget
9. Sugar Puff
10. Pumpkin
11. Casanova
Monday, July 1, 2013
My Playlist
As I go through my favorite playlist on IndieShuffle, I am realizing that all of the songs are about a slighted lover or a lover departing.
For instance, take the first song by Daughter.
"Medicine"
For instance, take the first song by Daughter.
"Medicine"
Pick it up, pick it all up.
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
you could go home.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.
It's just medicine.
It's just medicine.
You could still be,
what you want to,
What you said you were,
when I met you.
You've got a warm heart,
you've got a beautiful brain.
But it's disintegrating,
from all the medicine.
from all the medicine.
from all the medicine.
Medicine.
You could still be,
what you want to,
What you said you were,
when you met me.
You could still be,
what you want to.
What you said you were,
when I met you.
when you met me.
when I met you.
Ooooooooo...
Ooooooooo...
And start again.
You've got a second chance,
you could go home.
Escape it all.
It's just irrelevant.
It's just medicine.
It's just medicine.
You could still be,
what you want to,
What you said you were,
when I met you.
You've got a warm heart,
you've got a beautiful brain.
But it's disintegrating,
from all the medicine.
from all the medicine.
from all the medicine.
Medicine.
You could still be,
what you want to,
What you said you were,
when you met me.
You could still be,
what you want to.
What you said you were,
when I met you.
when you met me.
when I met you.
Ooooooooo...
Ooooooooo...
Because, that's when I realized they are all, in some way, relevant to you.
Tactless Twenties
Never in my life did I imagine myself finding more substantial meaning in Blink-182's song "What's My Age Again?" than entertainment... until it happened today. This isn't to say that I myself feel like the protaganist in the song. I feel like I am witnessing two very distinct experiences of the mid-twenty something years play out.
Hometown/High School Friends vs. College Friends
The hometown/ high school friends that I hear from are all getting married and having kids, or working at retail jobs that they despise. All of them like to party hard to put their life struggles on the back burner for a bit. They are aware that this will be the majority of their life, rebelling a bit, but ultimately okay with this path as long as they can experience youth for a few more years.
My college friends seem to be the exploring type. Traveling, having lots of exploratory relationships, and trying to out-hip one another. Their 20's are more self-indulgent and feel filled with a misdirected angst at the world. It's an angst that almost feels hypocritical and is off-putting to me. Especially because... well, I am just not that hip and recognize that compromise has to be a part of the game of life.
Polarization will get you nowhere in politics and discussions about society. In fact, when you reference obscure philosphy and thoery in mainstream policy recommendations, it seems snobby and aloof. The majority of Americans, and people in general, do not associate with those readings/writings/films and you need to learn how to integrate those thoughts into strategic critiques.
Maybe, I am just in the group of 20 somethings that is just too focused on my career and the expansion of useful knowledge to fit into those very broad and generalized groups. I don't need the mayhem of drugs and relationship exploring. I know what the let-downs and scary depths of human interaction can look like. Bring me whats next please....
Hometown/High School Friends vs. College Friends
The hometown/ high school friends that I hear from are all getting married and having kids, or working at retail jobs that they despise. All of them like to party hard to put their life struggles on the back burner for a bit. They are aware that this will be the majority of their life, rebelling a bit, but ultimately okay with this path as long as they can experience youth for a few more years.
My college friends seem to be the exploring type. Traveling, having lots of exploratory relationships, and trying to out-hip one another. Their 20's are more self-indulgent and feel filled with a misdirected angst at the world. It's an angst that almost feels hypocritical and is off-putting to me. Especially because... well, I am just not that hip and recognize that compromise has to be a part of the game of life.
Polarization will get you nowhere in politics and discussions about society. In fact, when you reference obscure philosphy and thoery in mainstream policy recommendations, it seems snobby and aloof. The majority of Americans, and people in general, do not associate with those readings/writings/films and you need to learn how to integrate those thoughts into strategic critiques.
Maybe, I am just in the group of 20 somethings that is just too focused on my career and the expansion of useful knowledge to fit into those very broad and generalized groups. I don't need the mayhem of drugs and relationship exploring. I know what the let-downs and scary depths of human interaction can look like. Bring me whats next please....
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
You go, Senator Wendy Davis.
Watching the political support that was sparked today in response to the actions of Senator Wendy Davis of Texas is inspiring. Very rarely can a political figure engage in an action that evokes such a large public response. Although I do not think that abortion laws and abortion clinic regulations should be the American public's highest concern at the moment, I think that the focus on women's rights (especially to their own bodies) is important to focus on and give attention too.
Working in policy, it is often that you see how disengaged the majority of people are. I hear about the hearings and briefings on the budget and proposed legislation. I see the small number of people in attendance. AND THIS IS CALIFORNIA! California, the state in the U.S. with the highest population of people.
I want to state that I agree with Wendy's stance. However, if you agree with her stance or not, you should recognize the ability she had to make people in the U.S. pay attention to legislation that effects their everyday lives.
Working in policy, it is often that you see how disengaged the majority of people are. I hear about the hearings and briefings on the budget and proposed legislation. I see the small number of people in attendance. AND THIS IS CALIFORNIA! California, the state in the U.S. with the highest population of people.
I want to state that I agree with Wendy's stance. However, if you agree with her stance or not, you should recognize the ability she had to make people in the U.S. pay attention to legislation that effects their everyday lives.
Mentors
Late night talks about the complexities of life are the best.
Tonight's topic: Mentors
Distancing yourself from mentors can be very difficult. You find a difference in values and realize that their guidance is opposite from the direction you want to take. Did they have your best interests in mind?
Or did you pass through the phase that they were able to give you advice about?
Relationships and roles can be so situational. They can evoke different thoughts and emotions that provoke action
Tonight's topic: Mentors
Distancing yourself from mentors can be very difficult. You find a difference in values and realize that their guidance is opposite from the direction you want to take. Did they have your best interests in mind?
Or did you pass through the phase that they were able to give you advice about?
Relationships and roles can be so situational. They can evoke different thoughts and emotions that provoke action
Monday, June 24, 2013
Running from Composure
* Warning: This post is going to be raw.
When the term family is in question, I run emotionally cold. Especially after the last five years.
So, I'm sorry that you think you are in love, because I'm not. I tried to tell you I can't.
While I was in college, my younger brother broke my father's jaw in two places. My father had his jaw wired shut for 2 months. The only caloric intake he had was from liquids through a straw because he couldn't open his mouth wider than that. It got infected.
Did I go home to help? No. I visited, but didn't spend more than 8 hours with him.
My little brother od-ed on heroin and was diagnosed with Hepatitis C. He was in the hospital for days.
I drove to Salt Lake City to see my sister.
My cousin od-ed on heroin Christmas morning. People used to think that we were twins.
I haven't talked to him since then.
My nephew was put into foster care, and my older bother and his girlfriend were sent into rehab.
I've only seen my nephew 3 times.
He got cancer. She fell down the stairs. He went to prison. He was hospitalized for psychological issues. She through herself across the house. He publicly pleaded for help for his life. She lives in a tent.
And when I was sitting in your living room, after he got bailed out of jail, I begged you not to give him money. I watched as his fists knocked the front door off of its hinges. I sat against the door keeping you both apart. And then I watched as he took pieces of your flesh out and ripped a handful of your facial hair out.
And I left. I went to college and talked about Hegel. I lived in a house more concerned with the amount of sodium in the food, and whether someone was vegan/vegetarian than someone's character.
In the process, I left my biological family, and let my ride-or-die made family think I didn't give a shit about them.
Man, I feel all kinds of shitty guilt right now.
When the term family is in question, I run emotionally cold. Especially after the last five years.
So, I'm sorry that you think you are in love, because I'm not. I tried to tell you I can't.
While I was in college, my younger brother broke my father's jaw in two places. My father had his jaw wired shut for 2 months. The only caloric intake he had was from liquids through a straw because he couldn't open his mouth wider than that. It got infected.
Did I go home to help? No. I visited, but didn't spend more than 8 hours with him.
My little brother od-ed on heroin and was diagnosed with Hepatitis C. He was in the hospital for days.
I drove to Salt Lake City to see my sister.
My cousin od-ed on heroin Christmas morning. People used to think that we were twins.
I haven't talked to him since then.
My nephew was put into foster care, and my older bother and his girlfriend were sent into rehab.
I've only seen my nephew 3 times.
He got cancer. She fell down the stairs. He went to prison. He was hospitalized for psychological issues. She through herself across the house. He publicly pleaded for help for his life. She lives in a tent.
And when I was sitting in your living room, after he got bailed out of jail, I begged you not to give him money. I watched as his fists knocked the front door off of its hinges. I sat against the door keeping you both apart. And then I watched as he took pieces of your flesh out and ripped a handful of your facial hair out.
And I left. I went to college and talked about Hegel. I lived in a house more concerned with the amount of sodium in the food, and whether someone was vegan/vegetarian than someone's character.
In the process, I left my biological family, and let my ride-or-die made family think I didn't give a shit about them.
Man, I feel all kinds of shitty guilt right now.
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