Thank you thank you thank you for your words, Alisa, Tinka and RH! I thought about it, and I need this little place here to publicise whatever silly musings I choose. Problem solved! I haven't kept a real on-paper journal since Japan two years ago - and that was a brief revisit to journaling after about 3 years of drought.
About two months ago, maybe three, I was at Borders with my mother. I saw a little black leatherbound journal and was compelled to buy it. It was the first time in a long while that I'd felt such a compulsion, but I immediately recognized it for what it was - the precursor to the onset of Chronicling Syndrome. The book has been lying dormant and pure on the bookshelf in my living room, waiting for me to dedicate it. See, the problem I have with starting a new journal is that when the syndrome flares up, I'm so excited that I want to jump right in before properly pondering my methods and purposes. I'm hasty and impatient. So, the little book just waited. I'd see it almost every day, think about writing in it, and discard the idea... Until last night!
I wrote a couple of paragraphs and stopped, but I don't think I've ever dedicated a journal so well in my life.
Marshmallows: $1.55
Wine: $15.99
Democratic National Convention: $100 million
An evening spent drinking too much while watching political speeches, exploding things in the microwave, foolishly staying up till 1 AM, and generally, thoroughly, playfully and nonsensically enjoying the company of my Companion: Priceless!
Ahh, I'm so excited! Last night before our aforementioned silliness, Steven had a two-hour lesson with one of his most important teachers - an internationally-acclaimed opera singer who travels around the nation to teach only a very select few - and when this guru says things to Steven along the lines of "...whenever I think about leaving the opera industry, it's you* that makes me want to jump right back in..." I'm just tickled. He thinks Steven is brilliant, full of potential. So do I, but I'm exceptionally biased and plebeian and my opinion doesn't count for very much.
I'm excited about tonight too - going out with RH, Shadowrunner and Steven! Where shall we go? Indian anyone!?
This weekend: Sleep, flea market?, BEACH TRIP!
FYI, I just got this e-mail from the executive assistant:
*Correction, see comments. :PEveryone -
We had a bat sighting at [my workplace], if you haven’t heard already. Last evening, L and S bravely shooed it into the 4th floor conference room to await capture. However, this morning it was nowhere to be found! Hmm… I’m quite sure it has exited the building by now, but be on the lookout, just in case...and reserve the 4th floor conference room at your own risk.
1 comment:
Just to correct, he didn't say "talent like yours"....
he said "you." :P
Hmm! Flea market, you say??? ;)
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