Month: August 2017

Adiós, Aliment!

Well, not really. I’m just heading over to my website, hosted on Squarespace. In my third year of college, I studied abroad in Buenos Aires. It was a completely liberating/transformative experience and the person who I am today is largely because of that year of complete freedom and exploration. It was also the year when my hunger for telling stories through words and my hunger for dining out (on an advantageous exchange rate) started to intertwine. I had a little blog, hosted on WordPress, (it was pink) where I would write about what I ate, and who I ate it with, and where I went. Pretty straightforward. When I started a master’s program in food culture and communication, I figured that I should step up my game. Again, I landed on WordPress, though I felt my images weren’t very strong (I’m always telling myself someday, someday, I’ll learn how to use that DSLR that’s sitting in a drawer in my living room) to stand up to my text, which is really where I was putting …

Wow

I’m trying something new today. I’m going to use the 10 Minute Egg writing prompts to get me going for the day while I sip my coffee, instead of just browsing the interwebs reading food news for those same 10 minutes. WOW. This fog! This summer fog! I thought Karl didn’t live here. Maybe this is Karl’s cousin, Carl. I allow myself to be baffled by Carl, even though I should know better, layering on my heavy sweaters that I regret a few minutes later zooming through town on my recently acquired bicycle, known to some as bumble bee. I still haven’t quite mastered the gears, so I cruise a few blocks until I struggle to regain my momentum after engaging in what they call a “California stop” at the few stop signs there are in town. (See, I knew I would get to bicycles eventually!) WOW. By the time I get to my warehouse-y (not an adjective used lightly) office, I’m just glad I’ve made it, even though I have to struggle through the door …

Cycles

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about cycles. About how things repeat, but also don’t quite ever remain the same. About how energy flows. How emotions wax and wane. (I’m also thinking about bicycles, but that’s more of a witty aside.) I’m a person who likes structure. I write to do lists. I cross things off. I write more to do lists. I cross more things off. Repeat, adapt, repeat, adapt. But another side of me is enjoying this *very* unique (for me), non-INTJ cycle (summer light-induced, no doubt) right now where I feel free and open and mobile and friendly. This is a good cycle. No, this is a GREAT fucking cycle. Because I can think back to a not-so-distant past where I felt the opposite of all of these things. It was a no bueno cycle. Maybe cycles are more like ruts. Because I’m also in a cycle of “not writing.” I feel so many things about this! Embarrassed. Ashamed. Guilty. Like maybe because I haven’t been doing what I love doing for …