Summer Lists: 2012 Edition

I graduate with my MFA tomorrow.  I've been in college for seven years; I've been tied to a school in one form or another since 1987.  I'm up for a NTT position, so the fun very well may continue.  What matters is that it is May in Ohio and it is 90 degrees outside and I have energy and hope for the first time in years. Here is my overblown, impractical plan of attack for the next 90 days:


Books:

• There Is No Year
• Remembrance of Things Past
• Everything written by Anya Seton and Daphne DuMaurier that I haven't already read
• Same thing with Banana Yoshimoto
• And that's actually all I can think of.  I've been so wrapped up in grad school that I feel like I've lost touch with literature.  

Health:

• Burn at least 800 calories a day.  
• No more pop; no more beer.  Wine is okay.
• Try my damnedest to eat vegetarian. 
• Break my running pr.
• Drink lots of green tea and apple cider vinegar.

Movies:

• Prometheus.  OH GOD.
• The Dark Knight Rises

Miscellaneous Funzies:

• Boyfriend's sister is getting married = more time with his awesome, funny, warm family.  I can't wait.  
• Trips to Presque Isle.
• Hiking with my friends.
• Catching bugs.  

...to be continued.

A Cat of Leisure

This is Pepsi, taking time out from her busy surrealist-kitty schedule to chitter at some birds and defy gravity.

First and (I Hope) Last Motorcycle Accident

I was always the sort of kid who would get stuck up a tree, or caught on a fence, or in similar predicaments that seemed to always necessitate calling someone's dad to get a ladder and save me. These adolescent shit-shows ended once I went to college. At twenty-six, I figured it was safe to engage in risky behavior again and asked my boyfriend to teach me how to ride a motorcycle. A propensity towards panic and tricky gear-shifting while careening down a hill don't mix. The shit-show continues!

The First Toad of Spring

My mom found this granddaddy of a toad while gardening.

My Brand New Blog

The last time I managed to consistently broadcast my flailings along the information super highway was back when LJ was en vogue and I was young enough to think it appropriate to title my entries after Tori Amos lyrics. Dignity aside, I'm so happy that I managed to save the 1,000+ page embarrassment that was my high school/college era livejournal.

Not much has changed. I just realize that I suck at keeping a paper/pen record of things. And I like taking pictures. And I like having an audience.

This was originally going to be a cooking blog, but it's most likely going to dart merrily about the following subjects:

• Photos of gothy, Appalachian stuff. Owl pellets, abandoned feed mills, cemeteries, etc. etc.
• Lists. Lists for days.
• Meditations on critters.
• Recipes of sun-hot, warrior of God treats.
• Lots of talk about Ohio.
• Book/film/music rants.

Enjoy!