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I cannot get you close enough

I cannot get you close enough, I said to him, pitiful as a child, and never can and never will. We cannot get from anyone else the things we need to fill the endless terrible need, not to be dissolved, not to sink back into the sand, heat, broom, air, thinnest air. And so we revolve around each other and our dreams collide. It’s embarrassing that it should be so hard. Look out the window in any weather. We are a part of that glamour, drama, change, and should not be ashamed. – Ellen Gilchrist

Taylor Tower Sounds Its Warning


Yes, Mawrter friends, the next line is “Goddamn bell!”

So, I’m going to try a new thing. I have decided that I’m tired of feeling like I don’t have enough time in the day (although, pointless, Daylight Savings Time does help somewhat with that). I am going to try to get up earlier. Adding more time at the top sounds better – since once I get home from work, all I really want to do is have dinner, watch TV, fool around on the computer…not that productive. Also, since my job has flextime – the earlier I drag myself to the office, the earlier I get to run out of there. Seriously – If I could manage to get myself to the office at 7am, I could be out of there by 3:30pm. What?! This is a no brainer.

So I am putting myself on Newfoundland Daylight Time, well, for the purposes of waking up, that is. Essentially, I will be pretending that my alarm clock lives in St. John’s, which is a lovely Canadian city in Newfoundland that also happens to be 2 hours and 30 minutes ahead of Chicago. Meaning that I’ll be setting my alarm to wake me up at 7:30am in St. John’s (5am in Chicago).

Say it with me now. Ouch.

Will be starting this project tomorrow. With some planning and enough Intelligentsia, I’m hoping to see results.

P.S. I will not be using the alarm clock in the photo above, unfortunately. It was a trusted friend from 1983 through 2008, but has now left this world…

Update: Um, yeah. That experiment didn’t really pan out. Turns out that I can make myself get up a little earlier, but unless I’m catching a flight or something, anything near 5am is physically impossible.

Spring. Faster, please.

It’s been a long, tiresome winter and I’ll be happy when we can see the sun again. That sun has been hiding behind the haze for months now, faking us out, reminding us of better days. I’m hanging in there – no major decisions about anything until Spring comes and the world evens out again. Everything changes. Everything changes.

Russia Tries, Once Again, to Rein in Vodka Habit

Yeah, um, good luck with that, Russia. Vodka is cultural in Russia. In some areas/groups, alcoholism may be, too.

Motion

Hey. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do with this space. I’m not sure yet that I want to go back to regular blogging. Like I’ve said before, there are so many more on-line outlets for the kind of casual blogging that used to be the norm. I’m not sure that I want to go back to the superficial, random “look what I found” kind of content. That’s the easiest way to blog – and not un-fun, either. But you can do that on Facebook now.

I’ve always included opinion pieces and vaguely personal posts on this blog, too. Never too personal, natch. There comes a time in a blogger’s life, however, where she has to ask herself why she posts anything and for whom. That reason and that audience has changed for me over the years. When I started this blog back in 2002 (actually, before that, when I had a salon.com blog) it was mostly for me, but also with the goal of capturing a larger audience. Over time I actually did grab more readers than just the few friends I told about the site.

Life, as it tends to do, took over at some point. It takes a fair amount of effort to blog consistently when you’ve got other stuff going on. After a while, even if you don’t have much else going on, you just fall out of practice. Life for me has changed unbelievably since I started blogging – and it has changed remarkably since I stopped blogging. Now I’m deciding whether or not I should start again.

This blog (in all its incarnations) has been part of my life and on-line identity for a full decade now. I’m reluctant to give it up and I’m unsure of its future – but I have some ideas stewing. Marinating (to use a word that caused undue fascination in “Kissing Jessica Stein”). I think I’m almost ready to release some of them into the world.

So watch this space.

A New Day for Mirandala

Ahoy, loyal (albeit dwindling) blog readers!  As you have no doubt realized, I don’t get around to updating this blog much.  Especially this last year.  2008 counts under 30 posts.  In past years, well, I won’t even go back and attempt to count.

It’s the usual reasons, of course.  Less free time.  Not single.  Can’t blog at work.  Plus new reasons – the rise of a gazillion new sites that provide nearly everything that blogs used to provide – Flickr, Facebook, Last.fm… Of course, what’s missing in the new social networking sites is the all-in-one, focused, highly personal web space that you can create in a stand-alone blog.  But only if you update it, right?

Which is all to say that Mirandala Dot Org will be going on semi-hiatus for the indefinite future.  I’ve moved it from its high-maintenance, super-customizable installation to a WordPress-for-dummies installation (blog.mirandala.org) – but you shouldn’t see much difference on the front end.  I may even post and update it from time to time.  I just won’t feel bad if I don’t.

Don’t worry – I’ll be keeping the mirandala.org domain name and I’ll inevitably use the web space for various projects along the way.  So, this is not goodbye – it’s see ya.  I’ve been blogging in one form or another since 1997 (Old schoolers out there – anyone remember Miranda’s Web Cafe on AOL hometown? Or the old Movable Type blog?). I hope you’ll swing by here from time to time to see what’s happening.  In the meantime, there are 6 years of archived posts over on the left if you want to walk down Memory Lane. 

M

p.s. In light of the new, hands-off style of the blog, comments will be moderated before they appear.

Doh!

Why I Shouldn’t Read the News Anymore

1.. Report that Ani DiFranco recently played a short set for the editorial staff of The Wall Street Journal. Seriously? What’s next? Ferron at Redbook?!

2.. Chicago Tribune “breaking news” report:

7:29 a.m. Leaves house for workout.
8:38 a.m. Returns home from workout.
9:21 a.m. Arrives at transition office.

Does the Trib even know what “news” means anymore?

Shark jumped so long ago…onto tiger jumping.

Haha! Synopsis of this week’s Law & Order SVU episode by Forum Poster Francie Nolan on the TWOP Boards:

“Pretty blonde wannabe model (who has a twin!) sidelining as an animal smuggler and tiger maulings and evil Russian dude who eats the tiger and shitty rappers getting devoured by hyenas (except for his Bling!) and a take no shit tough chick from the Fish and Game Department and monkeys hidden in basketballs to be sold for ONE MIIIIILION DOLLAAAAARS (cue the Dr. Evil voice) and made into chop sticks and I can’t…it’s too much…the complete steaming pile of crap that was this episode caused me to do a simultaneous *head desk/facepalm* combo move that might have done serious damage.

I’m convinced the writers are now just using Mad Libs to come up with the scripts. “

So true, so true…Oh, Liv…

Things that are wrong.

Bean for Women.