Thinking out loud on this most auspicious of days. I’m not normally one for personal posts, but since today is my birthday (!) I wanted to share some things I’m thinking about. Note that this is decidedly NOT a “things I’ve learned” or “future goals” post or whatever. It’s more a list of theories, thoughts, stream of consciousness, and perhaps some random crumbs of toast. I think it’s a more accurate representation of where I’m at, and comes at everyone reading this from a much more equal place. Feel free to comment if anything resonates with you.
- I have this theory that women break down a little bit each day, which keeps us sane in the long run, whereas men tend to bottle it up and break down in a more epic fashion once every 6-8 months. But I also think that gender is largely socially constructed, so I’m not sure how comfortable I even feel making normative statements about men and women.
- I’ve said it before (a lot of times, on twitter): avocado toast is a game changer. If you have three extra seconds, it is also TOTALLY worth it to get some artisanal sea salt on there as well. If your avocado is sort of meager, add in hummus.
- Also, I have a twitter? I made a personal one a while ago and pretty much told no one, because I wanted a public space to privately voice my sass. But I’m surprisingly enjoying writing tweets now for The Tonic. I think this shows how much I believe in what J and I are writing, and what we’re trying to do with this space.
- My friend Vivi and her boyfriend Dave, who are part of Babbling April, are having a show this weekend (you’ll see an interview with them on here soon) in Ohio. I haven’t seen either of them in over a year and I miss them incredibly. It’s killing me a little that I can’t go.
- I love books. SO fucking much. I just want to live in a library all the damn time. For a while, I lived in Alexandria, Virginia, which had a killer library. I used to hang out there on Saturdays and I miss it. I think if you can, you should join a library. One of my fears is that they’re going out of fashion.
- Two years ago, I made this big toast on my birthday to all my female friends. I was remembering that this morning and thinking about how it’s still totally relevant. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting some really great gentlemen these past few years, but hot damn ladies you are all killing it. A day doesn’t go by where I don’t look at one of you and think GIRL YES.
- Being an older sister is pretty much the best thing ever. I got a text from my younger brother this morning that said “happy birthday you classy kook” and I was essentially pleased as punch to be categorized as such. Using expressions like pleased as punch is emerging as something very important to me.
- The Public Domain Review is such a spectacular and marvelous place. I bought this tote bag from them just so I could support their mission. I sense they are in need of funds, and hope they make it in the hardscrabble internet world.
- As a writer and a human being, I think a lot about cultural touchstones. Sometimes, I wish we lived in an era in which it could be assumed all creatives had a similar knowledge base (ie everyone had read the Bible, Greek/Latin classics, etc.). But I realize when I say “everyone” that I am actually speaking about a small subset of white, western men who were permitted by society to become artists, often at the expense of others. So even though we have less of a collective knowledge base now, I think we have a greater plurality of voices, which I’d totally prefer ANY DAY OF THE WEEK.
- The J. Paul Getty Museum that overlooks LA is absolutely stunning. I went when I was 19 and it’s still something I think about all the time. It would be a lovely place for a wedding. To J or whoever.
I think that’s all–hopefully not too much sap for anyone. God knows there’s only more to come with Valentine’s Day tomorrow. For now, sending you all mad birthday love vibes. xox E ps: the photo above is a mural I painted in Malaysia with my students. I miss them fiercely, and in waves. More mural photos are here, if you’re interested.