As I reached for some hot pink staples in my top desk drawer a moment ago, I realized how much of my sanity depends on compartmentalized mayhem. Messy Manor is generally half-way clean these days (I blame A for a large portion of the remaining mess :) ), the Rav reached new levels of tidiness last weekend, and my office is pristine. However, there are little pockets of space that are all sorts of chaotic: The aforementioned top desk drawer, an aptly labeled "junk drawer" in the kitchen, a couple of baskets near the bathroom, a plastic tub pushed to the very back of the shelf in my closet. All of these spaces are jam-packed with odds and ends and have absolutely no rhyme or reason in terms of organization. Being the English major that I was, and still secretly am, I can't help but look at these haphazard hiding places as metaphors for the rest of my life. Good-to-go on the surface, but just barely keeping the chaos at bay.
--buelsy (buckling down).
Showing posts with label logic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label logic. Show all posts
Sunday, February 03, 2008
bottle it up, tuck it away.
Posted by
BUELSY
at
1:57 PM
0
comments
Labels: A, logic, messy manor, neurosis, rare productivity
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
bullet point magic.
- I like to make potentially fun days in my life even MORE fun by also scheduling something undoubtedly horrific for the same day. Case in point: Next Wednesday is Halloween. I love Halloween. Halloween is potentially a very fun time. Next Wednesday is also my Thesis Prospectus Defense. This will definitely be horrific. Nonetheless, I think the logic is like this: After completing the Defense, I will be so relieved and carefree that the potential for fun on Halloween night will be increased by at least fifty percent.
- My bed popped (the undeniable down-side of sleeping on an airbed and owning cats), and I've been sleeping on the floor. It's really not too bad because I'm usually so tired that I could fall asleep on a log in the middle of a lake if I had to, but the ensuing headaches make me want to pick up said log and jam it into my eyeball.
- Dooce is pretty rad.
- Snakemouth is coming tomorrow. Plans for presenting Christmas Island at its finest:
- George Wyth Park Hike and picnic
- Downtown Christmas Island Window Shopping Extravaganza
- Blessings II Go
- Hornsby's Crisp Apple Hard Cider*
- Cottonwood Canyon Spicy Hashbrown Skillets
- California is on fire, but I wish I were there.
Posted by
BUELSY
at
2:14 PM
0
comments
Labels: home, logic, snakemouth, speech
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

