We Are Friends of Gold


A Long Journey
January 9, 2011, 6:17 pm
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This city can sure be tiring. Even coordinating how to get from one promised meeting to the next, which makes sense to do first, how much you can realistically carry from one to another before you have to give up and cab it all back home only to head out again… Just the thinking and the mapping and the planning makes me yawn.

The next few days will be filled with too much schlepping, but it’s all in the name of Living in New York. I’ll have to handle it. And I can, because I’m a New Yorker. It’s what we do.

Yesterday on one such schlep, a crawling subway ride from deep in Brooklyn to Carnegie Hill (an hour and a half at least!), I heard a funny exchange between three teenagers. It’s these little snippets of life that make 20-something subway stops between two destinations a little bit tolerable. It was two dudes, one girl. One dude had slipped off into a headphone-induced meditation. The other chatted animatedly with the girl. She got more and more cozy with him, slinging her long legs over his at a certain point, casually, like she didn’t notice she had done it. They kept talking. Then, she said “Oh, hey, total change of topic. What’s up with that skin on male parts? You know. That extra skin?” The sudden mention of his member had made the talker suddenly stutter. He was lost for words. What was she asking exactly anyway? It was like verbal diarrhea on her part – her mind had gone there and she just wanted to talk about sex but didn’t think to make it smooth. She was already embarrassed, but nudged her friend with the headphones – he would know what she was talking about. “What was that you told me about, circumcision? What was the stuff called?” “Foreskin” “Right, foreskin…” And, the conversation was over. A new total change of topic. Ah the flirtations of youth.



A Skip to My Step
January 8, 2011, 2:59 am
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I’m really just loving life these days. Once you start thinking this way, it’s just infectious, you start thinking this way more and more.

It took me a while to decide to love life. I went through the teen angst and melodrama that was normal, but sometimes I wonder if I was harder on myself than I needed to be, than even the angstiest of the angsty can be. At a certain point I started to ease up and let things happen, embrace cycles and processes, look to the good in situations, and decide to find joy just because I could.

I don’t want to be misleading – I was always kind of happy-go-lucky and easygoing. My mother said she could have raised 100 of me, she tells me that all the time, each time like it’s the first time. But there was this melancholy, I guess during the teen years, and I guess looking back on it from my current happy perch makes it look more dismal than it really was. But that is the truth, and that makes me even more grateful to be as happy today as I am.

Anyway, I feel a bit as though I had to learn to be happy. I was always optimistic, hopeful. But not necessarily happy. I kept the optimism, and the hopefulness helped me find sources that told me that Life is Good, and suddenly I could see that it’s a choice! And what a choice to make! Sometimes my heart just swells as I walk down a street with the sunshine smiling down between the buildings at just the right angle, or when I see someone being kind or a small child making a mess of themselves with something sweet, or when I hear the perfect song at just the perfect moment. It’s cheesy and cliche stuff, but it’s beautiful and there’s romance to it and I’ll take that over self-pity any day. When you see that the small things add up to make the bigger picture, anything seems possible because all it takes is a couple of parts to make a whole, and when you believe it with the core of your soul, those anythings-that-seem possible actually happen and suddenly your life is a musical.

This is all to say, as I started with, that I am just loving life! Love it! And there are few places where you can shout it out to the world without a cocked eyebrow or a pshaw or two. But this here is one place where if I don’t say it I feel like I’m holding back on you! So, enjoy.



A Picture and What It’s Worth
January 5, 2011, 5:10 pm
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You may have noticed that thus far, this blog is without images. I know I can pull from elsewhere and link back to them, I probably will before too long. But I’ve been itching to make some images of my own, to document my life, to create good quality content that is worthy of someone’s time.

They say a picture is worth 1,000 words, and I tend to agree. And I don’t know if it’s having seen all of the blogs I’ve been reading for years get more and more photo-rific, my background in art, or what, but I won’t stand for sub-par. I’m probably setting myself up for a mini-disaster, saying I’ll only accept the best. Because if I get a camera and start snapping away, and I don’t like what I see… I don’t want to declare myself useless and the camera a waste of money and give up. I’m not generally the type to give up, so fingers crossed this won’t happen, but I’ll make this a note to myself to be easy on a beginner photographer.

Thoughts on the best DSLR to get? I had done some research at one point and settled on the Canon Rebel XS or XSi based on their price vs. quality and their compatibility with lenses of many types and sorts. Sound good? Am I right or did I misinterpret what I read?

Until soon,

Aurora



A List of Goals
January 2, 2011, 4:33 am
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Last I talked about here, I was going on about the joy in getting something done, something that nagged at me. In order to continue with the idea of progress, I like the idea of goals for each year as opposed to resolutions. No thank you to swearing off this that or the other, aimlessly trying to make myself do something daily or weekly or what have you that I know I should. Instead, I prefer to make myself some lofty goals based on things I’ve been interested in – I want to make my life look like the fantasy that I create in my head. There’s no reason it shouldn’t look as close to that as possible!

 

So if I’m aching to write, I want to start working on a big project – why not write a book? I love the planning process behind this stuff, thinking out the necessary steps, pulling together supplies and thinking out initial ideas. Sometimes I think I actually get stuck there and don’t even bother with the smaller steps, and I guess that’s where a resolution is helpful in opposition to a goal. If I have a publisher in mind for a book and I know how many pages I want total and how much I have to write a day in order to finish in time, and the special ink I want to use on my book jacket, well that’s all fine and dandy but the resolution to write every day would actually get me closer to that goal than just the planning. And if I don’t write, then it doesn’t happen.

Well, I’m not always amazing at the follow-through. Sometimes I am. I set myself enough goals that I get part way there on some and that is better than nothing! But I’m kind of excited at the moment about where my life is, where my life has gone over the past year and a half, and I think building on that and shooting toward new goals will be easier than ever. I’ve figured out how to give myself the kick in the butt I need to move on something.

This year, here are some things I’d like to accomplish (no book writing for me):

Make all of the accessories and artworks that have been swimming around in my head – jewelry, purses, prints, printed fabrics, wall hangings, altered frames.

Spend time with my body – give it as much water as it needs, don’t eat meat if it’s not appealing, use the gym in the basement, go to yoga classes in the neighborhood, try meditating, and eat more sensible portions, just more often if need be.

Become more engaged with the city that I work so hard to be able to live in – go to events and monuments and parks and institutions, see the people I love, get out of the house.

All of these things really just take time. And it’s my opinion that I’d have more than enough time if I reduced my hours online. I want to make sure that I’m only reading the things I really care about, and that enrich my life. I shouldn’t sit around waiting for updates. I can always catch up. I need to occupy my time off of the screen, and make myself crave time to do and make the things that I want to in the same way that I currently crave being online, because a life lived staring at the screen won’t mean anything to me looking back.

XO,

A