Friday, May 25, 2012

Memorial'festo

Happy Memorial Day Everyone,
I don't want this blog to turn into posts about "look at my delicious brunch" or "ZOMG I just had a strange thought" so I'll consolidate 5 half rambles into one.

Who put this duck on Boylston St?
-I lost one of my oldest friends last weekend. After a week of sadness, nostalgia, and questions about death I'm now left with the optimistic idea that most of us have every advantage to live a life that we find interesting and meaningful. As a group of young, reasonably healthy and attractive, educated, creative Americans we have no excuse not to live story-worthy lives. Y.O.L.O.
--Making plans (and lots of them) and exit strategies in case these plans fall apart, will help us avoid having regrets. These don't have to be grandiose lifelong plans, they can be to see a movie or buy new shoes.
Stress over the meaning of our lives can be dodged with the accumulation of small wins. What do you want to make sure you do this summer? Don't worry about money and don't put it off until the fall- make a plan to do the first thing that popped into your head.

---Last weekend was awesome. I went out for Swati's birthday dinner (happy bday Swati) then to the Aziz standup, Earthfest, Mohegan Sun, and the Harpoon road race. Looking at a busy weekend in a vacuum makes it sound exhausting. But having such weekends and looking forward to the next one can make up for the fatigue and stress baked into our work weeks. Planning give us more energy than it takes away.


Earthfest!
(this pretty lady is about to have a sunburn!)


---- I've been working on this Just Right Theory that says we intuitively have more figured out than we give ourselves credit for. If you're tired like it's the evening but still looking forward to the possibilities of the day, it's probably lunchtime. If somebody has let you down but you still have a good feeling about them, go with your gut.

 -----Most friendships are out of balance but so are most bicycles, river check/raising ranges, pizza toppings, drum solos, checkbooks and top-40 playlists. I challenge each of you to call a friend that you haven't talked to in 6+ months. You and him/her will be glad you did.

----- Have a fantastic long weekend,
-Jess

Context Free Book Excerpt #3

Sam takes two heavy-footed steps towards the door. 
"Um, sorry son. We need to get a statement from you and you should most definitely let the staff doctor take a look at that.” Sam co-operates, following the police officer down a narrow utility hallway. The buzzing overhead lights swallow any sound that followed them from the casino behind or the nightclub below. White walls give way to stacks of small windows revealing spaces that look more interrogation cell than office. As they walk, the offices get larger but no less dreary or daft. This entire wing of the resort, which tourists and guests only see under the most extreme circumastances, has zero decoration. Sam follows the cop to a room on the far right. He is relieved but also disappointed that he hasn’t seen three fratters anywhere in the wing. “Have a seat,” the cop offers a small couch next to his desk. “Can I get you a coffee? Water?” 
"Whisky"

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Lugs As Forces of Nature (Inspired, in part, by "Greenstorm as Dogs" by Nick Sims)


Confession: lately I've been burning an unsustainable amount of energy worrying about if people will think I'm interesting or cool. Without further pause, here’s a super nerdy blog post. If you are wondering what’s a lug? I hope you enjoy this anyway, but feel free to skip to the bottom as this post isn’t for you. 

Meg is a Tornado
Full of energy. Impossible to ignore. The first to pop up on the news’ radar or cannonball into the Long Island sound. Tornadoes leave a mark. On an average day you might not think about the clear windless sky but then someone says “Remember those times we were caught in a tornado” and you laugh and say “Yeah, I miss that- shit was crazy.” Some people go chasing tornadoes, I can't blame them. 
Jorgs is the first nice day after it's been cloudy
Warm. Refreshing. Beautiful but not intimidating. Makes a person want to be the most positive fun version of himself. Everybody wants to be around the nice days. We look forward to them, even when we aren’t sure when they’re coming or if she’ll pick up her cell phone when you and Bianco call to say you’re in the neighborhood. Most people have crushes on the first nice day during sophomore year of college and never tell her (obviously not talking about myself....)

Tyler is the rising mist
You don’t see the rising mist often but you know it’s grabbing someones attention and stealing breath- somewhere. Once the mist starts it continues for a long time. That makes it tough to have a conversation but you won't mind. The mist is always interesting when you're lucky enough to have a few minutes exploring it.  
You try to blow the mist in the right direction, but you can’t tell the mist where to go or what to do. 
The mist has no ceiling- the dew on a blade of grass or a pending rain storm means the mist has a chance. The mist is slowly figuring it out. The mist is getting there. 
The mist gives me good perspective, and lots of laughs. I want to move somewhere scenic where I can have the mist around me all the time. 
Dan is a tropical storm
Exotic. Far away, but even from thousands of miles the tropical storm makes surfers out of all of us. The waves come, and most of us don’t worry about from where they started but the tropical storm wants to know everything. The tropical storm gets to see it all. 
The tropical storm associates itself with Hannah or Monica and Stephanie. The tropical storm can dominate in any climate or culture. It has a strong vocabulary and a good sense of how language and communication work. 
The tropical storm sometimes refers to himself in the third person,or as someone else entirely. Non-lugs might not understand the power of a tropical storm, but a lug flies a kite when the storm is windiest. 
CB is a rock
Rock's are tough. Rocks are stubborn. Rocks have an underside and are filled with gems and crystals. Make the most absurd prediction you want but you never know what a rock has in mind or what’s behind it. A rock will take a lot of wear that he doesn't get credit for, but he holds his ground. 
A rock is dependable. A rock is for life. 
The Rock is larger than life and full of energy (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mr8glaM4ruM)
Rocks rock hard. 

Extra Credit: Vin is a meteorologist
Those meteorologists, so smug. They say it’s going to snow or walk right up to you playing guitar and violin or whatever’s the hippest instrument so far in 2012 on Long Island. 
F’n meteorologists, they think they’re so talented (ok, they are but don’t tell the meteorologists that. It will go to his head more than the babyblue ties and make up.)
There is a lot of uncertainty built into predicting the weather. Meteorologists do their best with incomplete information. He’s going to be right a lot of the time, but they don’t know what’s going to happen. A meteorologist might think he’s going to be (insert career) after he finishes (insert college) but he doesn’t know that it’s going to hail. Meteorologists shouldn’t stress out. The weather tomorrow can be anything they want it to be.  
“We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry.” -EB White

Context Free Book Excerpt #2
“I definitely know you from somewhere.” She stretches the def, creating an independent word. Sam shrugs, takes two steps around the front of the car to make sure she hadn’t hit anything on her way off the road. He picks a few pebbles off the street. “I’m so embarrassed.” Her speech slows- inflecting each sound  “Have you ever” she fumbles with the zipper of her coat, “been surprised? And I don’t mean like a birthday party or a movie ending that catches you off guard. Have you ever believed something without any semblance of a doubt and then found it to be not?” 
Sam tosses a pebble sidearm. “Yeah, I’ve had that day.” The moonlight catches only the white stripes of the rustling grass as the pebble skips down the yellow line of the road.