A few months ago, not long after I started this blog, actually, I became a homeowner for the first time. I did not think I would see my name on the deed to a house before I hit about 35, but apparently I was 8 years early to that party.
Of course, I am not the only name on the deed. I own the house along with my sister and our parents. Yes, I know. I don't even want to hear it. The Wonder Kid is finishing her last two years of medical school and I am finishing my last year and a half of business school so we can go out in the world and make meeeeellions. Theoretically, anyway (though I'm not learning Mandarin just so I can pay a paltry wage, that's for sure).
Anyway, I didn't mention it because I'm not sure owning a home is very rockstar, unless it's one of those squillion-dollar ridiculous homes in California or something. However, today is Moving Day, so the next time I post, it will be from the safety and security of my very own home that I actually own. Which, come to think of it, IS pretty rockstar.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
What I Did on My Vacation
So I was gone for nine days. Nine days away from home, from my job, from my schoolwork. Nine days of heaven, three states away.
And because I've been on the subject of fairy-tales lately, I wanted to discuss a motif that pops up from time to time in some fairy-tales, and more modern, realistic work that is inspired by them. You see, one thing that comes up is the notion of "hiding one's heart" (sometimes one's soul, but usually the heart. I suppose hearts, technically tangible, are easier to hide). Sometimes the heart is hidden in a place you don't expect, like in a person's heel instead of his chest, or in a dusty trunk somewhere in a forgotten attic of a crumbling house. Occasionally, it is broken into several pieces, and hidden all over...making the owner, of course, harder to kill.
Of course, it is usually the monsters, the villains that hide their hearts. They are the ones that need to fear death, aren't they? However, while I do not consider myself any kind of monster (except maybe Animal from The Muppets because he's pretty rad), I have split my heart in twain, as some dippy poet would say, and I have hidden half of it in my heaven that is three states away. While it does hurt to be missing half my heart, the guardian to whom I entrusted it is very careful--in fact, he is more careful with my own heart than I am--and so I am invincible.
And because I've been on the subject of fairy-tales lately, I wanted to discuss a motif that pops up from time to time in some fairy-tales, and more modern, realistic work that is inspired by them. You see, one thing that comes up is the notion of "hiding one's heart" (sometimes one's soul, but usually the heart. I suppose hearts, technically tangible, are easier to hide). Sometimes the heart is hidden in a place you don't expect, like in a person's heel instead of his chest, or in a dusty trunk somewhere in a forgotten attic of a crumbling house. Occasionally, it is broken into several pieces, and hidden all over...making the owner, of course, harder to kill.
Of course, it is usually the monsters, the villains that hide their hearts. They are the ones that need to fear death, aren't they? However, while I do not consider myself any kind of monster (except maybe Animal from The Muppets because he's pretty rad), I have split my heart in twain, as some dippy poet would say, and I have hidden half of it in my heaven that is three states away. While it does hurt to be missing half my heart, the guardian to whom I entrusted it is very careful--in fact, he is more careful with my own heart than I am--and so I am invincible.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Nursery rhymes and fairy tales, part two
Well, here is another story, sort of in the same vein. More or less, anyway.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Nursery rhymes and fairy tales--
Two new pieces of short prose I've written lately. Lately as in "today." Considering how often I write prose, it's a bloody miracle.
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