What sort of diary should I like mine to be?

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

(via Even*Cleveland)

I love you.

Currently listening to: 81 Words

Promises, promises

I've been absolutely horrid at this blog thing lately. And at writing in general. I have much correspondence to attend to! (my favorite sentence to say) and I have neglected it. I'm promising myself I will have one short story written by the end of April. And - written on my typewriter! I finally ordered replacement ribbon, so I am ready to get down with that little machine. Below is what she looks like.

Other than much-neglected writing and laundry, this weekend's plans include a Saturday working at Homegirl Cafe, babysitting sweet P, and a trip to the American Apparel warehouse downtown for some hopefully discounted goods.

Cheers to your weekend being beautiful!

The Similarities Between Education and Faith: From GOOD Magazine

Michael Roth, the president of Weslyan University, penned a poignant essay on The Huffington Post last Friday in response to a Washington Post Op-Ed on liberal condescension, written by University of Virginia political science professor and American Enterprise Institute scholar Gerard Alexander.

In the essay, he argues that education and faith should lead to a similar end: a realization of how little we understand and thus an openness to other points of view/belief systems. Condescension, as he sees it, is an unfortunate byproduct of both extensive learning and a full grounding in a particular faith.

Read more: http://www.good.is/post/the-similarities-between-education-and-faith//r:t#ixzz0fw6K4LY5

Super Sunday

It started with at 7am with our Garage Sale. We made $98!! It was like getting paid to play Words with Friends on our iPhones (Lana, Ally and Me) for 4 hours.

This gem of a gal (?) tried on our bikinis, thought about it for about 25 minutes, then peeled them off and threw them back in a box. Gah.


Then it was off to Orange County for a little Superbowl action with Ally's family. Crazy, crazy party with 40 adults and $4,000 placed in bets.

But where do you think we hung out? The kids' room, obviously.

Look at that face!
And the before/after of my "brilliant" plan for Hide and Go Seek.


All in all, a great day.

Hey Studmuffin

Thanks for hanging out with me all day, Mr. Ira Glass.

Adults.

This morning, Ally and I realized we could determine how long we've been enslaved by corporate culture by seeing the holes from our abandoned nose rings slowly fading away into oblivion ...

Mis-adventures in Professionalism: Round 2

Telling my boss my email is bernadettematthews420@gmail.com

Mis-adventures in Professionalism

And thus begins a new series of my mis-adventures in corporate culture.

#1. I told a coworker I wasn't feeling well the other day and she was very kindly concerned. Later in the day, I went by her desk, and she told me she was looking up Walk-In clinics. "Oh!" I said. "I'm totally fine, but that is so sweet of you!" And she looked up and said, "Actually, I just needed to get a prescription filled."

Gah.

#2. I made a really bad joke and a coworker said "That's so dry it hurts." And I said "That's what she said."

Silence.

Ughhhhh.

This is my reality.

Bern: Do you like bear claws?
Ally: No.
Bern: Why did you write a song about bear claws then?
Ally: I needed a two-syllable donut.