According to the 2010 United States Census, New York City is the most populous city in the country with over eight million people. Furthermore, according to NYC's official guide, over 40 million people visit this city annually. You might think after reading this that "it's a small world" but by the end, I wonder if that's the most appropriate phrase. I can't help but think that my most recent trip to NYC over President's Day weekend is some statistical anomaly.
What if I had flown Read more [...]
I figured I'd squeeze in this post before the end of the first Friday the 13th of 2012 (the first of three such days this year separated by 13 weeks). Perhaps it's my empathetic spirit, but 13 is actually my favorite number. It is partly because it has such a bad rep that I thought to make it a favorite number a long time ago. But while this is how it started, adopting 13 as a favorite number has grown to shade my perspective beyond this numeric empathy.
If I look back on my day today and Read more [...]
Today I felt like wearing my diamond earrings. If you look at the instagram photo to the right, by diamond earrings, I mean well not really much of diamonds. But that doesn't matter.
I bought these earrings myself. $25. Church silent auction. They're butterflies - something anyone who keeps up-to-date with on this blog realizes is a favorite symbol of mine.
But despite the lack of cost (and let's face it, almost lack of diamond), there's something about being able to tell myself that Read more [...]
The other night I stayed up watching documentaries on Netflix and working. When I'm up late I know better than to watch paranormal anything (though I make an exception for anything with cryptozoology because I don't think Big Foot exists in urban Los Angeles and Nessie is obviously not going to attack me). Not that my documentary choices weren't a little spooky - The Miracle at Fatima and one about English castles (did you know there's something called Wood Henge and that castles used to be Read more [...]
If you followed my twitter the other day, you would know that I had back-to-back (practically!) rejection letters from two publications (technically it was three rejections - two poems, 1 prose piece). For the most part, they were good rejection letters (yes, there is such a thing as a good rejection). But having received a double dose of it today in the great game of "getting published", I thought I'd take a moment to talk about the art of rejection.
If the bitterness of rejection is Read more [...]