I’m having a really good time doing my Friday roundup columns on Zèbre. It’s forcing me to remember, and it’s forcing me to pay attention to the details and write down things that are outside of myself—I only hope that they’re of interest to others.
Here are the last 3:
Every time I try to refocus this blog, I can’t seem to stay on track. Personal essays are scattered in with one-off songs and images and reblogs, and the lack of continuity drives me nuts.
In an attempt to create a place on the internet where I post things that have been through a few revisions or even taken a week to initially write, I’ve teamed up with a couple friends, Mallory and Kelsey, to create Zèbre. The name is of no consequence. It’s a long-running inside joke. All you need to know is that it’s up and running—slowly, to start—and we’ve got a few pieces up at zebrezebre.com.
Hi, I’m going to rate some things on this overcast (quel surprise!) but strangely balmy San Francisco morning.
Making a new friend: A+
Straight Outta Compton: A-
The sushi last night in Japantown: B-
The “Secret Breakfast” Humphrey Slocombe ice cream flavor: C, surprisingly
Feeling like the world is full of possibilities after feeling like a bum in a dark hole for the past week and a half: A+++
The Saga series: A
This book club I’m a part of: A
Another book club event I definitely don’t want to be a part of: “Discuss Modern Romance, picnic… and maybe yoga!”: C
The subtle sexism in this one Meetup group I’ve been going to: F
My camera being broken: F
Leaving work at 3 pm to go camping in the redwoods: A+++
The Twirl and Dip swirl cone dipped in TCHO chocolate with sea salt on top: A for taste; D for price
The fact that summer fruit season is almost over: F
The health of the very expensive plant I bought: A!
My TMJ: F
The number of times I catch myself grinding my teeth on a daily basis: F
Revisiting this New Yorker story about pandas: A
My local laundromat: B+
Living in San Francisco: Still an A
“Ochsner called the second section ‘occasional ideas.’ These seem to be general thoughts that did not fit in with the notes on specific islands. It also contains citations for literature related to his observations.”
Whenever I find a song that I listen to over and over again, I always tell myself, “Kristina, cool it. Don’t post a single song on your blog. Save it up for a playlist. Save it up for your new personal publishing venture*. Do something interesting with this song. Don’t just post it on Tumblr accompanied by lyrics you particularly feel from a part of a song that you like.”
When you live on an island
Nothing ever falls in place
The winters are violent
And you can’t ever feel your face
You can’t fucking feel your face