About Me

Atlanta, GA, United States
I'm a recent college grad with an interest in public health as a career. I am making the most of my "downtime" between college and beginning graduate school at University of Alabama at Birmingham.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Under the shadow of the god of the forge...

I've been in Birmingham for about a month and a half now, and it's been quite a change from my time in Atlanta. I live close to UAB, so I bike or walk the two miles to class (except for that time that a policeman decided to give me a ride to school). Sometimes I cut through Five Points South because the walk is nicer; other times I stop off at Lucy's Coffee and Tea, a small café on University Boulevard. I like to stop by Forest Perk, another coffee shop that is open later than Lucy's, so I can do homework there.

I can see the sun set over Birmingham from my living room window.


I run a fair amount still; I also work out/play in the parks near my apartment. I go to a small local grocery for most of my produce needs and I can buy local and regional produce pretty easily. That Man came to visit me and we played house for a weekend. We ate well; we also went barhopping, so now I know some good places to go.

For me, Birmingham is full of unexpected moments. I've gone to a park to exercise and ended up fencing with rapiers with some gentlemen from the local SCA. As mentioned above, I've gotten a lift to school from a police officer, who didn't want to make me walk to school in the rain. I've mingled with some great local (and not so local) musicians at the Nick. On one of my lowest days, I ran into a friend from the con-scene while he was going into work and I was leaving class. I don't fit here, not yet, but I feel like maybe I could. Everyone plans around football games, though, which is a totally foreign concept to me.

I went to Dragon*Con (with That Man, of course!) to help promote PlayOnCon. I was all kinds of loopy by the end of the weekend. A friend got this snap of That Man tolerating my goofiness at the promo table.



I took one of the guinea pigs to the park, where she ate grass and didn't get eaten by dogs. These were taken today:





And yours truly in my new Real Deal Brazil hat. It's made of recycled truck tarps.

Friday, September 10, 2010

Tonight I met up with some folks at the J Clyde, a local pub, for my friend and realtor’s 25th birthday party. Her friend, A, who was already there, had met some football fans who were meeting up in Birmingham for the football game on Saturday. They were from all over the country: Las Vegas, Little Rock, San Diego, Philadelphia. These guys all work together remotely in banking and like to get together to drink and watch football and wreak havoc, like some kind of touring vikings. I had no idea who these people were (and neither did my friend!) but I think they gave her a great birthday. I know I had a good time, talking about art and music and grad school, and having my ego stroked.

“This is going to be the greatest two years of your life! You get to study anything that tickles your intellectual fancy!” one of the guys from Philadelphia told me. “Grad school is about studying, a little bit, but it is mostly about networking and meeting the right people.”

“You’re so positive! You haven’t said one negative word since you sat down. You’re so pretty, and you’re smart, and you’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I’ve got my Ellen Page here,” another said, indicating A, who does look like a redheaded Ellen Page, “and my Ione Skye.”
“Who is that?”
“She’s the smart girl from Say Anything.”

After they had decided to catch a cab back to their hotel, I decided I would walk out with them, since my car was parked a few blocks away, and because they seemed like good guys. By the time we had gotten a block away from the pub, they had arranged themselves in formation, with me in the middle: one in front, two on either side of me, and one behind. One of them pointed out that he had a daughter- hell, they all had daughters- and that they all thought I was attractive, but they were way more interested in making sure I got to my car safely than in trying to have sex with me.
“Well, and you all have wives who will kill you and also me,” I teased, to a general chorus of agreement.

When we got near my car, I thanked them and hugged each of them and got into my car as they got into a cab.

Thank you, again, Matt, Barry, Mike, and Trevor.

I do have my whole life ahead of me, and so far, it’s pretty great.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Briefly, in bullet points, in the wee small hours of the morning.

Dragon*Con has come and gone, school is in full swing, and I am looking to the next event: Alchemy.

I'm craving surreality in my life, in a big way right now. Somehow I didn't get enough at Dragon*Con.

I just finished day one of the 30 days paleo challenge, except that I am going to commit fully to two or three weeks instead of 30 days.

It's very late, but I want to do something creative. Dad gifted me with a tripod, and I want to take a bunch of weird self-portraits.

Maybe I should clean up my apartment before I attempt that. Which means, naturally, I will go to bed instead.

I have a lot of thoughts, but nothing coherent or cohesive enough to share here.

“How to Be Alone” by Tanya Davis

If you are at first lonely, be patient.

If you’ve not been alone much, or if when you were, you weren’t okay with it, then just wait. You’ll find it’s fine to be alone once you’re embracing it.

We can start with the acceptable places, the bathroom, the coffee shop, the library, where you can stall and read the paper, where you can get your caffeine fix and sit and stay there. Where you can browse the stacks and smell the books; you’re not supposed to talk much anyway so it’s safe there.

There is also the gym, if you’re shy, you can hang out with yourself and mirrors, you can put headphones in.

Then there’s public transportation, because we all gotta go places.

And there’s prayer and mediation, no one will think less if your hanging with your breath seeking peace and salvation.

Start simple. Things you may have previously avoided based on your avoid being alone principles.

The lunch counter, where you will be surrounded by “chow downers”, employees who only have an hour and their spouses work across town, and they, like you, will be alone.

Resist the urge to hang out with your cell phone.

When you are comfortable with “eat lunch and run”, take yourself out for dinner; a restaurant with linen and Silverware. You’re no less an intriguing a person when you are eating solo desert and cleaning the whip cream from the dish with your finger. In fact, some people at full tables will wish they were where you were.

Go to the movies. Where it’s dark and soothing, alone in your seat amidst a fleeting community.

And then take yourself out dancing, to a club where no one knows you, stand on the outside of the floor until the lights convince you more and more and the music shows you. Dance like no one’s watching because they’re probably not. And if they are, assume it is with best human intentions. The way bodies move genuinely to beats, is after-all, gorgeous and affecting. Dance until you’re sweating. And beads of perspiration remind you of life’s best things. Down your back, like a book of blessings.

Go to the woods alone, and the trees and squirrels will watch for you. Go to an unfamiliar city, roam the streets, they are always statues to talk to, and benches made for sitting gives strangers a shared existence if only for a minute, and these moments can be so uplifting and the conversation you get in by sitting alone on benches, might of never happened had you not been there by yourself.

Society is afraid of alone though. Like lonely hearts are wasting away in basements. Like people must have problems if after awhile nobody is dating them.

But lonely is a freedom that breathes easy and weightless, and lonely is healing if you make it.

You can stand swathed by groups and mobs or hands with your partner, look both further and farther in the endless quest for company.

But no one is in your head. And by the time you translate your thoughts an essence of them maybe lost or perhaps it is just kept. Perhaps in the interest of loving oneself, perhaps all those “sappy slogans” from pre-school over to high school groaning, we’re tokens for holding the lonely at bay.

Cause if you’re happy in your head, then solitude is blessed, and alone is okay.

It’s okay if no one believes like you, all experiences unique, no one has the same synapses, can’t think like you, for this be relived, keeps things interesting, life’s magic things in reach, and it doesn’t mean you aren’t connected, and the community is not present, just take the perspective you get from being one person in one head and feel the effects of it.

Take silence and respect it.

If you have an art that needs a practice, stop neglecting it, if your family doesn’t get you or a religious sect is not meant for you, don’t obsess about it.

You could be in an instant surrounded if you need it.

If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.

There is heat in freezing, be a testament.