Archive for May, 2012

Time to stop dishing the dirt


2012
05.31

This past weekend Sante, a friend and I were sitting in a taqueria in Vacaville eating a quick meal so we could get home after a fun, but exhausting camping trip. (Think rain, snow and sun.)

It was pretty empty, being Memorial Day, and the only other two people sitting in there were these young women talking about “she cheated on him with Bryce”, and “he’s just so ugly,” and “you’re acting like a whore.” It was impossible to ignore.

Gossip. No matter how bad it can be, there is still something so delicious about it. Hell, This American Life did an entire episode about how it can actually be good sometimes. But damn, is it contagious!

secrets are lies gossip

Immediately after the doors of that taqueria closed, we started in on the two women. One of us theorized they weren’t intelligent. Another offered that one woman was just jealous of said “whore.” The final verdict: They just weren’t very nice.

I belong to this group called Thirty Day Challengesand I’ve done some pretty awesome (and challenging) stuff since I’ve started: a month without Facebook, 30 days without gluten and 30+ days of no alcohol.

But I think June’s challenge is going to be the most difficult. I am going to go 30 days without gossiping or saying anything unkind about someone behind their back. Even people I don’t know.

I realize that this challenge might make me sound like a total jerk; like I’m constantly trash talking everyone I know when they aren’t around. In reality, I’m a very pleasant person and, I think, a good friend.

This is what I told myself when the challenge initially came into my head. But I’m not really into gossip. That won’t really be a challenge.

Then I thought back within the last day. Although some things are fairly innocuous, like questioning a coworker’s choice with my husband, I don’t know that I’d say it in front of them. And the weird grocery store clerk I told Sante about? That really wasn’t necessary.

That was all within 24 hours.

SHHH

Thanks to Evan for the perfect photo ;)

I’m excited for this challenge because I think it’s going to make me much more aware of a habit that I think is pretty nasty. And it’ll give me the opportunity to see where I pass judgment on people, which most of the time, is where I tend to pass judgement on myself.

What about you? What do you consider gossip? Does it have to be “mean?” Is it just talking about someone when they aren’t around? My sister had a friend who thought that way. What’s your definition?

 

Is there such a thing as certain failure?


2012
05.17

When I was young I seemed to be naturally good at everything I did. My grades were good. I held first chair in band. I played the piano beautifully. I got the lead in our high school musical.

foosball champs

I was even part of a champion Foosball team.

But my dirty little secret was this: I didn’t do things I wasn’t immediately good at.

Over the years I’ve turned my nose up at myriad opportunities to try new things because I just didn’t seem to be very good at them: improv, writing music, jogging, weight lifting, sculpture … god the list seems endless.

The reason is obvious: Fear of failure. I don’t think I’m alone in this. I’ve been developing my failure callous lately because I’m walking directly into rejection territory: I’m approaching publishers and agents for my book.

Now I’m an optimist on almost every day of the week, but I’m forcing myself to be a realist here. Books are rejected all the time. Henry Miller’s work was rejected. So was Kurt Vonnegut’s. Sylvia Plath’s. And Rudyard Kipling’s. Hunter mutha-effin’ Thompson!?!

I just know I’m going to get some of those letters. I think this is the first time in my life I’ve walked into certain “failure.” It’s sorta unnerving; I just keep forcing myself to do a little more each day. I’m spinning in a completely unfamiliar orbit, the fool on the hero’s journey.

Is there such a thing as certain failure? Is it considered failure if you later succeed? Or if you walk into it knowingly? I don’t know. I guess I don’t like using the word because it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. But as my good friend Nicole says: Failure is a filter. It separates the brave ones from the rest.

I’m also hoping for some good news in there too. Because, while I may not be good at publishing a book, I am a pretty decent writer. And plus, I’m still an optimist.

If you wouldn’t mind, please send out some positive light and thoughts my way to make this thing happen! And if you know any editors or agents in the publishing industry, I wouldn’t mind hearing about that either ;)

A tourist in my home town


2012
05.09

A few weeks ago I made a impromptu trip to Minneapolis, inspired by the impending exodus of one great friend, a baseball text from my sister and genuine loneliness for a friend who is like a sister.

I thought about waxing lengthy and poetic about my sweet home, but haven’t I done that enough? I mean, c’mon, been there, done that. So I thought I’d just be a tourist and show you how a former local enjoys the great Twin Cities.

 

minneapolis collage touristy travel

I was only in town for a few days, but I caught a rare Twins win at the new Target field, wandered around Lake Harriet, and grabbed a Surly Coffee Bender (*drool*) at Joe’s Garage (restaurant bar with star gazing at night).

We shopped local in Uptown, checked out what the first sake brewery/restaurant outside of Japan, Moto-i, and saw that yes, Mama Mia is playing for the umpteenth time in Downtown’s theater district.

Of course I had to go to the sculpture garden (art bigger than me is my favorite), pick some lilacs (the fact that I randomly managed to be in Minneapolis while they’re blooming makes me believe in a greater power), hit some crafty locales and enjoy a sewing lesson courtesy of my dear Nicole.

I’m thrilled I got a chance to experience spring in Minnesota, which is about as elusive as those lilacs. It’ll probably be three more years until I go back again, and I’m sure by then, there’ll be more new things for me to discover as a tourist.

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