Writing Challenge 21 – Someone I Miss

I’m not sure if there’s someone I miss out there. Missing someone means having been significantly connected to a person that you are no longer in contact with. Missing someone means no longer having an important person in your life, and constantly hoping that you can see him or her again. Missing someone…involves truly having lost someone.

The thing is, I find that it’s hard to actually lose people these days. The people I find important enough to miss are still in contact with me, either through various social media sites or in real life. The the people I have already lost never really felt like losses – many of them are people I never completely connected with, or people I was already expecting to lose (like sick loved ones). As such, it’s very difficult for me to miss someone; I can really think of any one person out there that I can honestly say is someone I miss.

Missing Someone
Does that make me a bad person? from http://sxc.hu

In fact, I find that I mostly miss things about the TIME I spent with people. I miss being in school with my friends, when we didn’t have to worry about jobs and scholarships and money and the direction our futures are taking (even when some of us are, give or take, 30 years old). I miss having the time and energy necessary for sustaining fandoms with friends. I miss being able to focus on nothing but my education.

You know what? I think there IS someone I miss.

I miss the person I used to be. But she’s gone, and I’m proud of who I’ve become so far. Still, there are days…

I am Stalking Maria Popova on Twitter and I will Never Regret It

So remember when I mentioned somewhere that I’ve gotten into BrainPickings?  It ended up being my excuse to stalk the awesome brainpicker Maria Popova on Twitter.

Don’t look at me like that.  We all know that Twitter is for stalking people.  I stalk Neil Gaiman and Nathan Fillion there too.  It’s totally not weird.

Anyway, following Miz Popova (only I call her that, in my head, without her knowing) on Twitter lets me see what really catches her (often discerning) attention.  Today, one of those things happened to be book-friendly seats.  (CLICK IT!  Such things of beauty, I tell you!)

I want the one in the exact center.

As if that weren’t enough that same link led me to an old BrainPickings post on re-imagining bookshelves, which I find absolutely magical.

A magical bookshelf, shaped like a tree
Whose bodies do I have to offer to the gods to have this in the living room?  And which gods?

So yeah.  I will NEVER regret stalking Maria Popova.  She shares so many pretty things and pretty thoughts.  I recommend that you either stalk her on Twitter too, or at least wander around her site BrainPickings.  I found some of the absolute best reads of my life there.

Cooking, With Feeling

This was originally written in July 24, 2009, as part of the old Reading in Between blog, which stopped being about lovely stuff to read.

I have recently discovered the joys of cooking – and for the most part, that is pretty much what cooking is all about for me.

However, it has been changing for the last few weeks and, before I knew it, I was starting to cook whenever I had a bad day, whenever I feel really sad and want to feel good about myself.  I suppose that this technically falls under the category of “fun”, but I think it’s something deeper.

That being said, the fact that I’m cooking when I’m going through certain emotional states reminds me of this book that I had read back in college.  The title of the book is “Serving Crazy With Curry”, and it was written by Amulya Malladi.  “Serving Crazy” is apparently not Malladi’s best book – in fact, many people seem to agree that it is definitely not as good as her debut novel “A Breath of Fresh Air”.  Not having read any of her other books to this day (not for the lack of trying to find them in local book stores, mind you), I wouldn’t have the authority to comment.  What I CAN say, however, is that I completely fell in love with the plot of the book, and the stories of the characters themselves.  I do admit that the characters themselves are a little flat, but they all had backstories, and I simply loved the complexity that their own stories lent them – even if their voices were not that clear. Continue reading