Although I’m fairly introverted, I’ve been told that at times I can be stubborn… I’ll thank my mother for that. I’m not stubborn about most things, but when I latch onto something, I’m like a barnacle on a beach: immobile, annoying as hell, and salty. Continue reading
Good news — another hour has just been added to every 24-hour day (don’t ask us how. We have powers). How do you use those extra sixty minutes?
First of all, this would be a dream come true. I often like to imagine what my life would be like if I had one of those handy-dandy time-turners from Harry Potter, but alas, we are stuck in this monotonous and limiting twenty-four seven world.
Or rather, for the purposes of this blog post, a twenty-five seven world. Continue reading
Automation has made it possible to produce so many objects — from bread to shoes — without the intervention of human hands (assuming that pressing a button doesn’t count). What things do you still prefer in their traditional, handmade version?
I am definitely too young to answer this question. Sure, I can claim I grew up in the 90’s, which means I know the good old days of not being completely glued to technology. I say claim because I really cannot remember much of my life before the year 2000. Point is, basically everything in my life is made from automation, except for that pillow I attempted to sew back in 7th grade. Trust me, I prefer the nice, much more rectangular pillows on my bed right now.
I do like old things, though. If you read my post from a few days ago about a fictional character entering an antique shop, just picture the opposite of that girl and you’ve got me. Ok, maybe I’m a little materialistic too, but not quite that bad. As a kid, I used to find these antique shops in Connecticut while visiting with family, and I’d just want to explore them all day. I bought a tiny treasure chest here, a wade figurine there, but my most treasured antique was a little brooch; a painted metal four-leaf-clover on top of a golden wishbone. I had apparently stared at it so much the shop owner just went right ahead and gave it to me for free. Ah, to be young and have a face so cute you can convince anyone into giving you anything… Continue reading
It was sunny when you left home, so you didn’t take an umbrella. An hour later, you’re caught in a torrential downpour. You run into the first store you can find — it happens to be a dark, slightly shabby antique store, full of old artifacts, books, and dust. The shop’s ancient proprietor walks out of the back room to greet you. Tell us what happens next!
Unpredictability is always bad. Always.
My timing that day was, as always, impeccable. I live in one of the rainiest towns in Upstate, so carrying an umbrella around at all times is simply a no-brainer. I guess that means I seemed to have misplaced my brain that day.
The problem with my town is that not only is it rainy; it is always unpredictable. I blame the weather channel for my deep-rooted trust issues. Prediction of sunshine means torrential downpour. Prediction of downpour means the occasional drizzle with five-minute long breaks when the sun shines and birds sing before the clouds get right back to it. Sometimes we even have the freaky sunshine and rain at the same time.
So I didn’t take my umbrella out that day. Predictions said cloudy, which means the weather channel gave up for the day. I didn’t have very far to walk; just stopping by the local grocery store for my weekly candy fix. A couple miles here and back, and I walk slow, so I’d only be walking for about forty minutes. Not bad for a college student. Continue reading