Things I’m thinking about:
1. The hours days (unfortunately) I’ve taken out of writing the paper for my incomplete last semester to play internet games…cringe
1.5 The hours I took out of writing the paper for my incomplete last semester to write this blog post.
2. The 48 minutes I took out of writing the paper for my incomplete last semester to memorize the all countries in Africa yesterday.*
3. My pending entrance to the round-to-30 club.
4. What am I going to do for the Superbowl this weekend? I can’t not watch it. At the very least I can go to some NYC Packer’s bar, but I’d love to watch the game with a Wisconsinite.
5. Right now, this guy’s words right here: “But just because life is so short, you know? And people are in it and then they’re gone, almost always too soon, and you want to shout, “Come back! Come back! We barely got started!” “
6. If I had a one word goal for the year it would have to be two words linked by a hyphen: follow-through. Does that still count even though the whole point of the thing was sort of to only pick one word?
7. Goals for February: Memorize the names and locations of all the countries in the world. (>53/195: this list plus Kosovo, Western Sahara, and Taiwan) Lift weights and do crunches every day. (0/28) Start WASTED Diaspora: NYC. (0/1) Make one new friend. (0/1) Go to at least one free museum a week. (0/4)
8. Although all those mighty lists are amazing, every time I start a life list, I realize that socioeconomic class is such a defining factor in one’s life. I want to list all the countries I want to visit, all the incredible things I want to trym all the amazing things I want to do, but a passport is $125, and let’s face it, rent in New York City is almost-but-not-quite impossible for a low-income-midwest-transplant-faking-it girl like me. Instead, fuck that, I’m writing a list of 101 Things in 1,001 days. It’s loosely adapted from a list on the fridge of a friend (one of those fabulous home chefs at Forkful of News).
9. I wish I had a homemade, good-country-grandma-style quilt right now. Ever since I was hosted in Chicago by the glorious Daniel and Merilee, I’ve been seriously hankering for a handmade quilt. I moved away from the billowy winter quilts of my childhood, because I couldn’t find one the right temperature. I like to sleep warm, but not scalded. Those poofy, almost fake-down quilts, while they often have a pleasingly cool and plasticky surface, are too good at holding in heat. Combine that with my own well-stoked-fire-like heat-production when I’m under REM, and you’ve gone and boiled my brain (and other important organs). Right now I’m loving on this gorgeous but almost austere quilt I saw in a magazine at Kathy’s. This has the feel of a nice homemade quilt, with only that thin layer of (pretty good) insulation: warm enough to survive, but cool enough to layer. Not to mention the nice my-neck-of-the-woods that this thin quilts are having now, although handmade would be better. Alas, Etsy only offers me expense, expense, expensive. Now that I’m in America’s fashion capital, I’m finding a love for my identification with Midwestern aesthetics. Which brings me to…
10. Ray LaMontagne, especially this one.
*Western Sahara, Morocco, Tunisia, Algeria, Libya, Egypt, Sudan, Chad, Niger, Nigeria, Benin, Togo, Ghana, Burkina Faso, Mali, Mauritania, Senegal, Gambia, Guinea-Bissau, Guinea, Sierra Leone, Liberia, Cote d’ Ivoire, Ethiopia, Eritrea, Djibouti, Somalia, Kenya, Uganda, Rwanda, Burundi, Tanzania, Malawi, Zambia, Angola, Democratic Republic of Congo, Republic of Congo, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea, Cameroon, Central African Republics, Namibia, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Mozambique, South Africa, Lesotho, Swaziland, Madagascar, Seychelles, Comoros, Mauritius, Sao Tome & Principe, and Cape Verde. Can you name them, and place them on a map