All posts tagged: Thought

Catch-all is More of a Hodge-podge

I think that if I started this blog all over again I’d name it hodge-podge. Originally I thought of it like a catch-all dish that accumulates little odds and ends. Bills, bobby pins, loose change, buttons, political stickers, gum. It’s astonishing how many of those catch-all dishes I actually have in my apartment. They start out being useful, but quickly become piles of both important and unimportant things. I end up avoiding it all until it’s time to clean my catch-all dish out and start over again. But this Catch-all has become more of a hodge-podge. It’s like the area of my apartment where I’ve placed shoes, empty picture frames, books, and my old violin I’ve been meaning to donate. It’s my go-to spot for big things that don’t go together but have nowhere else to go – which is kind of like this blog. … As much as I want to pinpoint a specific direction for Catch-all so that I can actually try to reach an identifiable audience, it’s becoming clear that it’s just …

Lena Dunham’s Rich White Kids

I haven’t had the time to blog lately, so I wanted to jump back into things with a super short post on Lena Dunham. This is just something I wrote on my notes app one night last week, so my thoughts aren’t fully fleshed out, nor are they particularly well assembled. I was thinking a lot about Lena Dunham after she defended an accused rapist and had one of her Lenny Letter writers quit, citing “hipster racism.” Dunham has been doing and saying problematic things for years, and although I really wanted to be a fan (she’s an outspoken writer/director/producer and I look up to that) her work has consistently rubbed me the wrong way. One of the things that has always made Lena Dunham’s work a bit difficult for me to digest (beginning with Tiny Furniture, even though I enjoyed it overall) is that her very wealthy artist New Yorker background is so much a part of her storytelling. Her film, TV series, and writing is always about white girls, but specifically elitist, posh, rich white girls, which is …

Side-Effect Nightmares

This is a topic I’ve been considering writing about for some time, but it never felt right. Yet now, for some reason it does, so here we go… About two and a half years ago I started a medication I’m going to refer to as Relief* for my severe migraines (*I’m unsure about the legal ramifications of actually discussing my experience on a specific medication, so I’m leaving out the drug’s name). At the time my headaches were hindering my ability to do things – focus, think clearly, get out of bed – and as a result affecting my day-to-day life adversely. So when my neurologist suggested a daily medication, I decided to go for it because I needed a solution. The day before I started Relief I went to a coffee shop with my boyfriend and we reviewed the extensive information provided with the medication. The potential side effects were intense, but I kind of glossed over them because I didn’t think they’d actually affect me. Maybe it was due to years and years of being conditioned by ads …

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Love, Life, & Greatness

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” “Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.” “Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.” “All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.” “What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.” “To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” “Beauty without expression is boring.” “Earth laughs in flowers.” “In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.” “He who is not everyday conquering some fear has not learned the secret of life.” “Every artist was first an amateur.” “For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.” “There is an optical illusion about every person we meet.” “To be great is to be misunderstood.” “Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession of all time.” “Money …