“It’s not that you set out to oppose authority. In the act of writing you simply do. Your job, your reason for writing, is to uncover what the state and the conventions of your town normally hide. That’s why you want to write—to tell what hasn’t been told.” —Grace Paley (via The Paris Review)
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I’ve been trying to come up with a blog post that isn’t reflective, sentimental, and/or depressing. I wish I could write that I’ve done amazing things since the last time I posted here, but I can’t. I haven’t done a lot of reading or writing. My health hasn’t gotten better, but it hasn’t gotten worse, either. My sleep is still screwed up. I watch more TV than I’d like to admit, but I only spend a fraction of the time I used to online.
I’ve been an anti-social hermit. I miss Linda.
Today I went through my old blog and read some posts I wrote ten years ago. When I first started blogging, I was 29 years old. I had opinions and I was busy. Now, I’m 41 years old and I’m tired. I’m tired and I don’t give as much of a shit as I used to. But I suppose that’s what getting older and closer to death is all about. So it goes, c’est la vie.
But I’m still here. Where are you?
I’m back to writing on a daily basis, but I get distracted too easily. So I’ve installed a site-blocking extension on my browser. Again. I’m also toying with the idea of taking a month off from the Internet. E-mail only. No Netflix, Hulu Plus, Reddit, social media, or trashy blogs. My birthday is around the corner. I’m thinking maybe a Internet-fast would be a great way to start my 41st year?
What else? My sleep patterns are improving. I think I’m learning how to trick my body into being awake during the day. I’m still only sleeping between 2 – 4 hours at a time, though. I’ve had disturbing dreams the last few nights. The kind of dreams that you’re unable to shake when you wake up. Sweet dreams, why do you elude me? I wish you’d show up in my head every once in awhile.
When it snows in Portland, almost everything shuts down. Commuter traffic is a nightmare, schools close, and regularly-scheduled-programming on television gets interrupted by news coverage about the weather. Forecast says we’ll have snow today and Saturday.
Like most people here, I’m not going anywhere.
An example of how Portlanders handle snow: Portland, OR – Snowstorm 2014
I’ve finally updated my documentaries page. I’m loving the shit out of the new Childish Gambino album. My energy level sucks, but my sleep patterns have recently improved. My caffeinated soda consumption dramatically decreased after I got a SodaStream for Christmas, but now I’m drinking more vodka. I meditate (to some degree) every day. There is one dead and one that might as well be; lately I’ve been thinking about my losses more than I should.
(I thought I’d try out a cleaner blog template, so here it is.)
For 2014, I have no resolutions or wishes for a better year, because these things never come to fruition. Last year was about loss, then hibernation for me. What’s in store for me in the year to come? I’m not going to wonder or worry about it; I will just keep on keepin’ on because at this point in my life, that’s really all I can do.