Thursday, October 20, 2011


So many people to pray for. Just keep in mind this too, will pass.

"What is to give light must endure the burning." -Viktor Frankl

Friday, October 14, 2011

A list of grievances

Things that have really pissed me off this week:

1) Backlash against the public mourning of Steve Jobs' death - Like, really? He pioneered personal computing and brought the world to our fingertips, making it accessible almost anywhere we go. YA'LL ARE JUST HATIN'. America can't claim dominance in many fields these days, but two resources we've always had in abundance are creativity and entrepreneurship. We thrive on this. And Steve Jobs was both qualities incarnate, leading one of the most innovative companies ever made and retaining the outsider spirit that made him iconic. Can you please give the man who literally changed the way we live more so than any other figure in recent memory some freakin' respect? Sheesh.

2) Dismissive criticism of Occupy Wall Street protestors - Not everyone who's rallying for the wealth disparity in this country to be erased is 'lazy' or 'privileged' or 'whining about problems people in third-world countries would be ecstatic to have.' Some people have done all the right things, worked to the bone, sacrificed any remote luxury and even basic necessities, and still barely scrape by. Look at this. Be moved. Understand.

3) How infuriatingly small hors d'oeuvres are at fancy parties - OK so maybe this says more about me than any perceived fault of the catering service, but if you want to avoid the mass of hungry bodies swiftly pouncing on every defenseless waiter who's holding a tray, I must insist on supersizing that shiz.

Monday, October 3, 2011

Husband-hunting, Part 1

Ever since I left school four months ago, my mom's favorite topics of conversation have narrowed down to two: find a job and find a husband. Now that I'm somewhat inching closer to the first, she's refocused all her efforts to the second. The same person who adamantly insisted that my distraction-addled brain couldn't possibly afford to think about anything else besides getting good grades for the past four years has now morphed into a vocal advocate of my marital fortune. She's also come to terms with, and graciously supported, my "writing aspirations" and is most likely (re: definitely) banking on me marrying rich, if she doesn't want to worry about me contentedly living off cup ramen for the rest of my adulthood. Despite having had relationship-resembling-but-not-really-a-relationship-type-things in the past, I've never brought home anyone to introduce to my family in that implied way and I think that is starting to be cause for concern. Though I've explained to her and my equally worried grandma that "serious" dating is a drag on my life that I don't have the tolerance to deal with right now and that I would only bring home someone who I already knew they'd approve of, their fears remain ever so fervent.

On the other hand, my dad, thankfully, still doesn't seem to consider me as someone who would be remotely interested in the opposite sex and gets extremely uncomfortable whenever my mom starts in on this angle of conversation. Hardly ever at a loss for musing commentary, he falls silent and waits for the moment to pass so we could get back to talking about Obama's reelection odds and the latest Newsweek cover. I'm actually quite scared of the day that I'll have to break it to my dad and say, "Surprise! I'm a girl! With a boyfriend!" More scared for whoever said boyfriend will be who has to face paternal inspection, but I guess meeting the parents is just one of those romantic rites of passage. A necessary evil. An appraisal of goods. A nerve-wracking, ego-crushing, soul-numbing experience. Look forward to it, guys!

A discussion over dinner at Syracuse, when they came to visit for the day:

Mom: So, what kind of qualities do you want in a guy?
Me: Why, are you going to find my husband for me?
Mom: Well, I just want to know in case I meet someone!
Me: Someone without too many emotions or feelings. Smart and responsible, but also playful. Christian, obviously. Good hygiene. Kind of tall.
Mom: So... someone like your dad!
Me: Uh, I guess.. (Dad laughs awkwardly)
Mom: Men like your dad are hard to find though.
Me: Well, I think I just need him to be kind of calm and mellow to balance out my crazy obnoxiousness.
Dad: (emphatically nods) I agree. That should be the first thing you look for.

Don't know if I should be insulted by his immediate (and rare) input, but I'm glad we're on the same page?