Friday, August 22, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
I'm riding home to my parents' house for a two week stint as housesitter. I'm traveling by train which is, if I'm honest, the best way to travel. On a train there's a sense of community that isn't present in other modes of travel.
Let me explain.
Road travel is an antagonistic exercise. Everyone is competing; we all have different destinations, yes, but our way of getting there is built on the idea of getting ahead of everyone else. Our car against theirs.
Air travel is somewhat communal. You're traveling with other people but you're discouraged from getting up and moving around. You can talk to your seatmate but even that is hampered by the excessive noise of the engines. And it's brief; unless you're flying overseas, your interactions are limited to a few short hours.
You're traveling in comfort. You have the advantage of being able to move from car to car. Meet someone in the observation car? Go and hang out in an empty seat near them or head to the dining car for a meal together. There is a flow from car to car. It's a community.
That is what I'm thinking about tonight: community and where I stand in it. Specifically, how I'm not taking advantage of the Chicago experience.
Another thing added to what I'm focusing on while at my parents' for the next few weeks.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
Sunday, May 11, 2014
But eventually, every person that person knows is thinking that.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
I'm fighting a bout of it again right now, along with the usual situational stuff that makes up the day to day life of Lincoln. But I'm going to try and do something about it this time. I'm going to try and sit down and write, even if it's just a few words, every day. Today, it was a poem. A bad one, but still, I got words on paper.
I know it's obvious. I know it's sort of basic advice. But you're not in my head and well, I'm going to try it for myself. It won't always be blogs. And most of it probably won't even be shared. But I'm going to try.
We'll see how this works.
Friday, February 21, 2014
I just sat in this coffee shop, decidedly corporate, and tried desperately to fill out a job application. While I was eventually successful, it came at cost. I'm now jittery from too much sugar in my coffee, I still feel as though I don't have any forward motion, and I really, really want to get out of this coffee shop.
I also hate my new laptop.
Beside the point, I don't feel creative. Sure I'm out in a coffee shop, typing. But really, wasn't I just wasting time? I want to be creative and I can't concentrate here.
I'm on the verge of my second panic attack in as many weeks.
I'm just going to go home.
I need my own space, where I can actually work.
I can't find it.
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Friday, February 14, 2014
And for part of the day today, I was fighting my emotions, wallowing in "poor me" self-pity and loneliness.
But why bother? Really, there's no good reason to wallow. If you're happy with yourself, he having another person around shouldn't matter.
And I'm getting a lot better at being happy with myself.
What's the rest of my weekend hold? Well, actually, quite a bit. Tomorrow morning I'm catching a train and going to visit a friend in Milwaukee. It's a short visit but I haven't seen her in ages so it'll be nice to catch up. I'm going to write and read as much as I can this week. I have books that I haven't started and I've had to stop myself from buying more. And I have at least one short story idea to get started on. So that's good.
For now, I guess I'll try to brainstorm a bit of poetry before I go pack and head to bed. Maybe just a haiku.
This entry isn't really worth publishing, but writing, even boring banal stuff like this, is good practice.