random, seasons

Winter and Spring.

We’ve reached that time of year again, when winter and spring battle it out and all you want to do is wear dresses without tights and trade the boots in for sandals.

Or maybe that’s just me.

I think of Winter and Spring like this.

Winter is like that ex that you just can’t get rid of. You were excited at first that he was around. I mean, hello, new outfits that include cute hats and scarves and coats.

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life

My ankle hurts.

Today, I ate it in front of the postal museum on Massachusetts Avenue. I was walking along to a happy hour with coworkers when next thing I know, gravity had won and I was on my way down. Surprisingly, no one laughed. I sat on the ground for a while. A few concerned strangers stopped to ask if I was OK.

That was more than six hours ago. My ankle is swollen and hurts like a bitch.

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journalism, quotes

Chuck Klosterman is always right.

“One of the inherent problems with feature writing is that the slant for most stories is decided long before the journalist goes anywhere or talks to anyone. This is nobody’s fault; it’s just how things work. In order to get a story assigned, either the editor or the writer has to create a reason for why said story needs to be written. As a result, the proposed thesis of an article often becomes its ultimate conclusion. And this is (usually) a bad idea, since these presuppositions are (usually) totally wrong.”

— From “Chuck Klosterman IV”

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life, random, technology

Privacy or something like it.

Months ago, I got into a discussion about what privacy means and how (according to this person, anyway), my generation doesn’t value it. We’re all too forthcoming with our lives. We share everything and we’re not paranoid enough.

The point was, he thinks that we’re all going to regret it someday. Don’t we want our lives to be only our own? Don’t we want others to just butt out?

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life

Laptop.

My current laptop. You can see me writing this post on the screen.

In today’s realm of first world problems, mine is of the typical variety:

To buy or not to buy a new laptop?

But first, an explanation: My first laptop, the laptop that I went off to college with, died at the end of my penultimate semester of school. It let me write a final paper analyzing the “Civil War” musical (oh yes, there is such a thing) before it gave up, bless its little motherboard. It was on its second hard drive in our four years together.

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