On the surface, I get the appeal of highlighting moments that signal a stark separation between recent ends and new beginnings. Enduring long enough to realize those separating moments can make them feel like monumental achievements. For instance, a dissertation defense. A cross-country move. A new job. A new relationship. Another calendar year. (According to some metrics, … Continue reading Seeds Already There
Some people say, "Love is a verb." Others say, "Love is a choice." When they say these things, I suspect that few people mean to suggest, "Love is a facade." But maybe it is at times. Maybe it can be. Why do so many people fall in and out of love, sometimes even with the … Continue reading How to (Fake That You’re in) Love
An unusual event happened a couple of weeks ago. I watched two movies in one night. Although I'm not much of a movie buff I do have a clearly demarcated "genre" of movies that are likely to get my two thumbs up--I love comedies like Matilda. Liar Liar. And dark dramas like Magnolia. The Squid … Continue reading True Story: Is This Real Life?
my heart, my body, my brain The waiting of three months with not-knowing certainty pushed me to new limits of patience and understanding. With its end came sadness, but at least also a sense of finality. In the three weeks that have passed I've been trying to openly embrace my transition into a different phase, … Continue reading The Difficult Silence of Ineffability
There are many things that I don't get very well. I don't understand how or if the mass of the planet and the speed of the earth's rotation compel me to stay stagnant to counter how much I'm already moving, or if the gravity of the sun which keeps our little ball in orbit affects … Continue reading Amor Fati
[I tried to write something to introduce myself to the idea of writing an introduction for my prospectus. And this happened...] You know those times when you meet someone new and pick up a certain kind of vibe from them? Sometimes, even if your encounter with them is brief and superficial, you might get the … Continue reading Being Affected by Nietzsche
In one of my most recent posts, while writing in the wee hours of the night into the birds' songs of the dawn, I reflected on my hesitations around writing my dissertation prospectus and concluded that I had not been fully preparing myself in ways that I knew were necessary for my own process. I … Continue reading All Things Out of Exuberance