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February 21, 2006


I've been feeling a little same-old-same-old lately - too much worrying about "saleable products" and other ghastly phrases, not enough playing. Here's some head-clearing resources:

The Thrift Shop Project: in my neck of the woods, no less!

I am conflicted about the world of fashion. On the one hand, the endless fascination of self-adornment, the ability to pick an identity out of your closet. On the other hand, the pretension, the money-wasting, the people making a living off of making other people feel insecure. However, I'll keep an eye on The Sartorialist. Ignore the Beautiful-People focus, the bias towards runway looks, and for heaven's sake, bypass the shrill and strangely prissy commenters, and look for the "On the street" gems and especially the old man fashion.

Crafters blog and blog.

I think I'll use my long-neglected Flickr page to document things I'm making; it would be nice to have a reminder when I feel uninspired, unoriginal and uproductive. Here's a start.

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February 08, 2006

Where is the Activities Director when you need her?

So, the end of this month will bring my 30th birthday. Or rather, my 23rd non-birthday, in addition to seven actual birthdays. It will be the approximate anniversary marking 30 years since my birth. Whatever.

The point is, I've decided to take the day off work, because I can and because last year no one complimented my nice birthday outfit so screw 'em. I am taking suggestions on what to do with my day. Parameters include: in the Boston area, accessible by public transport, and requiring modest funding, as I have already shot my luxury wad this month (got to get that irresponsibility out of my system while I'm still in my 20s, after all). Ladies and gentlemen, what should I do for fun on a random Tuesday?

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February 05, 2006

Conversation with Dad

Hilatron: How are things going?

Dad: I'm okay, except that there's nothing to do around here*.

H: What would you like to do?

D: I'd like to be involved with politics somehow.

H: What do you mean, specifically?

D: I'd like to be involved with a group that's working against the Republican majority around here. This state is just entirely red.

H: Well, actually, NH went to Kerry in the last presidential election.

D: Yes, but around here** it's completely red.

H: What gives you that impression?

D: Letters to the editor in the paper, things like that.

H: Oh! Why don't you write letters to the editor, then?

D: Oh, I have better things to do than that.

*The beginning of a conversation we have had approximately one million times, without satisfactory result.
**"Here" being one of the bluest towns/counties in the state.

That's it then! That is awesome. I am off the hook. This perfectly exemplifies why I should keep going to the doctor's appointments, keep doing the paperwork, keep making the visits, but never waste one second of my sparkling future considering whether my dad is happy. Of course not! He doesn't know how. I might as well stay up nights worrying about the tragic lack of time he spends flying like a bird on the wing. I am done.

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