autumn’s musical greeting card

It’s my favorite season – so much anticipation heightened by the crisp air and crunchy leaves. This year, I suppose the crispness and the (slightly) crunchy leaves have spurred some musical energy in me — I’ve been playing a lot more ukulele, kazoo, and got a few toy instruments, and I’ve been writing some songs that perhaps one day I will put up once I get over my shyness.

Having had some extra money in Paypal, I purchased a melodica on impulse. Of course, despite this recent purchase and being the greedy little girl that I am, I am currently daydreaming about loop pedals and Telecasters.

Otherwise, this new October has found me in a flurry making mountains out of colored paper to decorate my wall. I moved in about a month ago, so I suppose I have had to time to make myself a proper room, and yet these mountains are solitary figures on my wall. This means this week will be about better time management and finally moving out of my sandbox bed, hopefully.

PS I got a job at FashionablyMarketing.Me! I will bury myself in fashion blogs as well as academic essays like the good chinchilla that I am…

prof. michael jackson

Since odes/laments to Michael Jackson are all the rage now, I suppose I will chime in with my own meager and makeshift words.

I have so many little mundane memories about Michael Jackson. I suppose most everyone does. Now is the time we can gather them all up and make grander assessments about what Michael Jackson has taught us about life.

For me, I learned that fantasy – in which sidewalks light up when you step on them and whales fly over your head – is far preferable to the constant disappointment of reality.

I also learned that I don’t really want to live in Los Angeles, especially not a mansion/amusement park/zoo in Los Angeles. My imagination is grandiose but perhaps not that grandiose & seeks a slightly more old-fashioned city like New York. Werner Herzog (♥) says he lives in Los Angeles for its substance and collective dreams, but I wouldn’t, and couldn’t, survive. Just like Michael Jackson…? (Up for debate)

Though, it would be kind of cool to have a zoo in my backyard.

Moreover, I learned that small actions that are respectful of other countries & cultures (and saying things like “I like bimbimbap” every once in awhile) are probably more important in creating global unity than what politicians can do.

Furthermore, I learned – perhaps unforgivingly late – that sparkly items of clothing are preferable to non-sparkly items of clothing.

And lastly, I learned that it’s better & far more remarkable to flounder around in search of an undiscoverable self – flirting with eccentricity and loneliness – than it is to attain a handful of yawn-inducing adjectives.

RIP.

of global junior high school angst

I never had to wear a school uniform, although I remember I longed for them in junior high school. I didn’t have very many clothes and was stuck wearing a lot of baggy shirts and grimy shoes. No Limited, Too, Abercrombie, and Gap for me. But if I grew up in, say, Japan, where school uniforms are required, I wonder if I would have liked junior high school more? Probably not. Probably I would be like that girl in the middle, ashamed and scorned for a lack of bangs.

“it’s a great day to be alive!

When I feel a bit sullen, sometimes I jump in the air and yell, “IT’S A GREAT DAY TO BE ALIVE!!!”

A Tenderly Sleepy Vacation

The glories of vacation time. Now I can spend my days treating every day as a weekend, and Sundays no longer have the gloomy clouds of Monday lingering overhead. Today, I gorged myself on hummus, baked too-hard pitas, knitted, and am planning to knit and study some Japanese soon. I’m looking forward to more treats over the holidays, too. Perhaps some warm socks (I have too many socks, but most of them aren’t thick enough for the winter), リンカラン／lingkaran magazine (featured above), maybe a book or two, a sometimes overly-full belly.