Well, HELLO Queer Martha! It's been a while. Sorry about that.
I am not a "summer person."
I do not like the beach. I do not like being hot. At the same time, I do not like air conditioning. I do not like mosquitoes. I do not like the pressure that I feel to "have a great summer" when all I want to do is curl up and die in a puddle of my own sweat.
Also, can I bring up the cruel irony that summer is the season of bare legs - dictated by fashion as well as the ever-looming specter of heat stroke - yet it is also the season when body hair seems to grow that fastest and thickest? Is that just me? I feel like I shave my legs in the morning for an evening out on the town bare-legged and bawdy, but by the time night arrives the state of my leg hair makes me believe that I dreamed I shaved. I know that can't be true, however. I don't dream during the summer because it is too goddamn hot to sleep.
Ever since summer break and Girl Scout Camp disappeared from my life, summer lost every rede...
We've been in Japan for a week now, and we have already decided that we want to move here.
We just really want to live in a society that appreciates cats as much as we do.
But really, we have been so impressed by pretty much everything here. I mean - look at these goddamn cherry blossoms. They are a beautiful reminder that life is fleeting. What you can't see is that inches away from these delicate little pink puffs is thousands of people getting wasted together (in business suits) to celebrate the fleetingness of life. If that isn't beautiful, I don't know what is.
Rachel and i both assumed the ohanami tradition - having a party under the cherry blossoms - would look like a sweet tea party. Boy, were we wrong. And it was more amazing that we imagined. The public parks where the ohanami parties happen even put out extra trash cans and porta-potties to facilitate the heavy drinking. It is amazing.
We are in Osaka right now, which feels like the Philadelphia of Ja...
I mean, look, New Year's is a made-up holiday that falls too close to Christmas to feel really special, especially when you have to work those weird days between the two holidays. I think the least we can do to try to squeeze every last festive drop out of the last day of the year is to use it as a time to reflect, reset, and resolve to be more mindful about a part of our life over the next 12 months.
I don't particularly believe in making goal-based resolutions, though.
Listen, a year is a long time! People change in the course of a year! And you are stuck with your resolution! What if half way through the year you decide that the sad post-holiday version of yourself had weird warped ideas about what would make you a better person? Sure, come April you can say, "Forget about it, this is a year for learning how to play the harmonica, not writing a book!" and that is great. I am excited to hear your harmonics. But it's not a new year's...
The holidays are not always easy. Even when you love Christmas as freaking much as I do, there are times when the holidays are hard. Holidays bring up a lot of shit - family expectations of you, your expectations of family, financial fears, future fears, nostalgia, and longing. This has been a hard holiday season for a few reasons (including but not limited to the weird weather), and I wanted to reflect on a few things that help me feel the cheer.
First, a guy on the street in the Gayborhood said he liked my shoes, and I think he really meant it. Then he said, "Merry Christmas," and I think he really meant that, too.
Second, lovely friends. Yesterday, our friend Amanda came over, brough cheese, and literally wrapped all of our presents. What?! Amazing. On Monday, we went to the inimitable Emily Teel's house for her annual Carnitas y Christmas get together at which she makes carnitas and we wrap gifts. In addition to carnitas, she made peppermint marshmallows and graham cracker smore...