On e-Bombardment

Dodge-Call.

Some might say the best part about the myriad of e-communication options is the lost responsibility to make eye contact, contribute undivided attention, and respond in a timely (and qualitative) manner to the person on the receiving end. Yet with this welcomed gain in freedom comes the necessity to maintain organization (texts/emails/twitters/chats), use spell-check, and (carefully) REPLY TO ALL only when required. Enjoy!

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On MPDG

Manic Pixie Dream Girl.

Like most television-watching female patrons would, I felt innate pride when my raggedy, felt-decorated, Anthropologie cardigan was sported on the adorkable guidance counselor on Glee, and then a few months later on the least-cool granddaughter on Parenthood, especially after debating for way too many minutes/hours/days/months (given their generous return policy) about whether to trade it in for that shiny gold dress I would never wear but needed to have. Because it's easy to get distracted by the authenticity of our favorite characters, comparing the nuances of our own (real-life) wardrobes and haircuts to the endearing, quirky actors on the other sides of our screens, forgetting almost immediately that actual bangs and pixie cuts (almost always) never look as good. Enjoy!

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On Repeated Relocations

Oh, The Places We'll Go.

The pros and cons of (eventually) relocating to a bat-free abode come lease re-signing month (next August) brings pangs of cardboard box dread (packing, waiting, moving, unpacking) combined with a not-so-unrealistic-fantasy of anxiety-free summer nights ... once the sun goes down. Yet the nine months (in between) with twelve hundred affordable square feet of shabby chic hardwood floors and mint green vintage wall charm distracts from the three-month bout during which dark corners and shadowy hallways are off limits when the lights are out, and the "mammal net" by the door sits patiently until needed. Enjoy!

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On the Crack of Dawn

Morning People.

For those of us awake before or by sunrise -- whether by choice or the coercion of our stubborn, internal clocks -- the perks of those quiet, solitary hours supersede (at times) the lost comforts of long sought after shut-eye. Understood only by the secret club of morning dwellers is the comforting silence blanketing the buzzing responsibilities of the day ahead, as they sip their morning coffee in much appreciated peace. Enjoy!

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On the Dark Side of the Moon

Heaven & Hell.

During the latter half of (F)or better or for worse, the upside is hardly discussed. When lights at the end of our tunnels appear eternally faint, and black holes infinitely endless, it only dawns on us in retrospect that (our) perspective (on life) was strikingly lucid, and (half of) our whole uncharacteristically strong, and the people around us unexpectedly appreciated. Enjoy!

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On Teetering Tweets

The Bitter End.

Following (facebook) wall postings and daily (twitter) tweets is as time-consuming and addicting as local blog and newspaper updates. The intimate -- and often mundane -- details of other people's lives fill an inexplicable void in our own daily routines, spicing up the time between after-dinner dish-washing and toothbrush preparation with less-than-spicy information. Enjoy!

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On Feeling Old(er)

Remembering When (You Can).

A child of the 80's, my (aging) understanding of video games halts abruptly at Super Mario Brothers (the original) as I marvel at the speed with which children (under the age of two) manage i-phone touch screens and the angriest of birds. Pop magazines fill with celebrities I don't recognize, and when I do (eventually remember to) dabble with Justin Bieber youtube videos (56 million views!), I am strangely appalled. And pre-pubescent, scantily-clothed girls merit whispered disdain between horrified (early) thirty-something companions whose wardrobes have (most likely) seen better days...or years. Enjoy!

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