Writing in coffee shops
I don't think writing in a coffee shop or a restaurant is my thing. Maybe I need to warm to the idea. I get nothing from the random coffee drinkers around me, and I feel pompous typing away on my laptop in the shop. I don't even drink coffee. I've been typing away on my novel while lying in bed.
Movies and television reflect our collective subconscious. I think it happens by the very nature of the economics of mass entertainment.
So what's up with the smurfs? Little blue creatures that lived in mushrooms? An evil foe named Gargamel with a giant cat. One female smurf among a village of male(?) smurfs? Only now, with years of life under my belt and a mind which is just now awakening to the world do I see the smurfs for bizarre childhood mythology they were.
I bring up the Smurfs because they're mentioned in XXX. It's really an unfortunate title if you imagine all the customers who don't know what the official website is, typing XXX into search engines.
I was chatting with another transplant to Seattle about the city, whether or not she planned on staying, what her impression of the city was. We agreed that while it's a very friendly town, outwardly, it's not very inviting. It's a subtle note, a minor chord as opposed to a discordant chord, but I would say that it's more difficult for a mid to late 20 something to burrow into a social niche in Seattle than in a city like Chicago or San Francisco.
For example, you might be new in town and at a party, and standing around because you don't know anyone. How do others react to you? Or you might be talking with someone and suddenly a whole group of his or her friends come up and start chatting. Are you introduced? Do folks who know you're new in town try and invite you out with a crowd to try and integrate you into town? My roommate's pretty good about it, and there are a few others who've been great, but it does feel socially inert for an outsider. You have to work to keep yourself relevant.
Ah, to be in my early twenties again, partying away weeknights and weekends, collecting phone numbers and names like the Classifieds.
I say this because I looked into buying a house, and the financials don't really make sense for me right now. The transaction costs kill you so you have to stay with it for a couple years, four or five. And if you sell lots of stock in a year, beyond a certain level of income they start reducing the amount of housing deductions you can take. This is a tricky thing for me because I have a hard time settling down and projecting several years into the future. I may have to buy a house and rent it out.
Roddy leads the life I'd like to lead. He actually reminds me of myself, with his current passion for photography, which he studied himself as I did. You know you're speaking with a kindred spirit when you can look at someone's photos and the first word you say to him is Fuji Velvia? And you both know it's a rhetorical question, because what you're really acknowledging is that you both love the saturated colors of Fuji's signature slide film. He has some lovely ones.
I like tapping away on my Mac laptop, and its creative applications are definitely easier to use and more stable than those on the Windows side (digital music, photography, and video especially) but lots of web pages don't render properly in IE on the Macintosh. I'm going to try Opera, which on Windows was the fastest browser around.
Movies and television reflect our collective subconscious. I think it happens by the very nature of the economics of mass entertainment.
So what's up with the smurfs? Little blue creatures that lived in mushrooms? An evil foe named Gargamel with a giant cat. One female smurf among a village of male(?) smurfs? Only now, with years of life under my belt and a mind which is just now awakening to the world do I see the smurfs for bizarre childhood mythology they were.
I bring up the Smurfs because they're mentioned in XXX. It's really an unfortunate title if you imagine all the customers who don't know what the official website is, typing XXX into search engines.
I was chatting with another transplant to Seattle about the city, whether or not she planned on staying, what her impression of the city was. We agreed that while it's a very friendly town, outwardly, it's not very inviting. It's a subtle note, a minor chord as opposed to a discordant chord, but I would say that it's more difficult for a mid to late 20 something to burrow into a social niche in Seattle than in a city like Chicago or San Francisco.
For example, you might be new in town and at a party, and standing around because you don't know anyone. How do others react to you? Or you might be talking with someone and suddenly a whole group of his or her friends come up and start chatting. Are you introduced? Do folks who know you're new in town try and invite you out with a crowd to try and integrate you into town? My roommate's pretty good about it, and there are a few others who've been great, but it does feel socially inert for an outsider. You have to work to keep yourself relevant.
Ah, to be in my early twenties again, partying away weeknights and weekends, collecting phone numbers and names like the Classifieds.
I say this because I looked into buying a house, and the financials don't really make sense for me right now. The transaction costs kill you so you have to stay with it for a couple years, four or five. And if you sell lots of stock in a year, beyond a certain level of income they start reducing the amount of housing deductions you can take. This is a tricky thing for me because I have a hard time settling down and projecting several years into the future. I may have to buy a house and rent it out.
Roddy leads the life I'd like to lead. He actually reminds me of myself, with his current passion for photography, which he studied himself as I did. You know you're speaking with a kindred spirit when you can look at someone's photos and the first word you say to him is Fuji Velvia? And you both know it's a rhetorical question, because what you're really acknowledging is that you both love the saturated colors of Fuji's signature slide film. He has some lovely ones.
I like tapping away on my Mac laptop, and its creative applications are definitely easier to use and more stable than those on the Windows side (digital music, photography, and video especially) but lots of web pages don't render properly in IE on the Macintosh. I'm going to try Opera, which on Windows was the fastest browser around.