One Second Every Day – January

Photo courtesy of 1secondeveryday.com

Photo courtesy of 1secondeveryday.com

When watching a documentary or reading a snippet about the life of someone famous or someone who’s done something noteworthy, I often wonder what happened in the life of that person during the silences. By silences, I mean when the announcer says, “This person got a job, and then six years later, they had their big break.” I always wonder what happened in those six years, months, days, minutes. What was their routine? What did they read? Who was their best friend? Who did they talk to when they cried?

The answers to the above questions are pieces of life that history doesn’t see fit to record. They are moments that history often forgets, and history shouldn’t. We shouldn’t because it is routine that is the lifeblood of, well, life, even if it’s not as exciting as our biggest victories or lowest valleys. Most of what happens to us is mundane, but in those routines, we have small variations that surprise us and, whether or not we like to admit it, we are delighted.

In that vein, I’ve embarked on this ironically app-inspired journey that I hope to continue throughout the year and beyond. I’m doing the 1 Second Every Day project (I found out about it via the Storyline blog). It entails recording a second of every single day with the intention of splicing those second together to make a sort of movie narrative.

I want to do this so that I have a record of how I spend my spare time and have a memory for each day that I live, no matter how small. Of course these days and months will be punctuated by excitement, but more than that, the reason I’m doing this is because I want to remember. I don’t want certain things to get old, like my finace kissing my hand, like my roommate doing something zazzy (a word of his own making). I don’t want to forget my drives to school or the work that I do (yes, that includes grading). I want to remember what I put my time towards. I think that’s important. I don’t know that I can articulate why, but I think it is.

I found out about this project a few days into January, so this month’s video is a bit abridged. I hope you enjoy it, and I hope you’ll consider embarking on a similar journey of recording your seemingly mundane days. I think you’ll find there is always something noteworthy to record ūüôā

(The song in the video is “Pictures of You” by The Last Goodnight.)

After Sandy: A Lesson Learned from the Storm

Hurricane Sandy & Marblehead [Front Street 4]

Let’s face it: we’ve all become used to a certain amount of comfort. We have unlimited information at our fingertips with the Internet. Our homes are climate-controlled. We don’t even have to get out of our cars to get food.

For many, Sandy put an end to those comforts. For me, four days without power showed me that I can live without quite a bit. ¬†And I¬†have to say that the week off I had because of Sandy was one I’ll never forget, not because of the hardship, but because of the people I spent it with.

My roommate, boyfriend, mutual friend, and I spent a few days together without gadgets getting in the way. ¬†We played poker, board games, and made a nifty heating/light source with a can of Spaghettio’s, a lighter, and some Everclear. ¬†At some point during the week, I took a step back from the laughter and the many blankets piled around and realized that my three companions and I wouldn’t be sharing this time together were it not for the storm. ¬†We wouldn’t have thought to hang out. ¬†We might have been too busy or made excuses. ¬†But here we were: cold but content. ¬†It reminded me of a line from the Jason Mraz song “I’m Yours”: “Open up your plans and, damn, you’re free.”

I often wonder why it seems like I never have time to do anything. ¬†Sandy was a pretty stark reminder of the fact that a lot of my “busy-ness” is self-imposed. ¬†Although my power came on about a week and a half ago, I just got Internet service back yesterday (otherwise I would have posted sooner). ¬†Now that all of my creature comforts are back, I’m sad to say I’ve fallen back into a lot of my technologically distracted ways. ¬†But, I’m going to try to not spend so much time staring at a glowing screen.

I’m trying to re-evaluate my priorities. ¬†Hanging out with people or reading or spending time outside is awesome and fairly liberating. ¬†The Internet will still be there when I get back.

One thing’s for sure: I certainly don’t want to suffer from FWP (First World Problems) again.

How about you?  What did you learn/what was your favorite memory from Sandy?

Poetry Monday – Susan Griffin

Today’s Poetry Monday features guest poet and dear friend, Elliott BatTzedek, reading one of her favorite poems: “Winter” by Susan Griffin.¬† Thanks to Elliott for reading!

Take a moment to check out her fantastic blog, This Frenzy

Want to Know If You’re Fashion Saavy? Ask My Male, Straight, Colorblind Roommate

This is Fletcher:

As you can see from the picture, Fletcher likes shiny things.  Fletcher also has a pension for sharp objects and fire.  Fletcher and I are roommates.

We had a discussion a little while back about fashion.¬† I walked into the apartment with a pair of boots whose heels had shattered.¬† The bottoms had completely fallen apart and the only reason I could still walk in them was because it was winter and snow had frozen inside the broken heels.¬† I mentioned to Fletcher that I needed a new pair of black boots and he asked, “Why?”¬† I told him that the heels were broken.

End of discussion, right?  Nope.

Fletcher went off on this comical rant about how ice-heeled boots were all the winter rage.¬† He paced, he kind of raised his voice, he pointed his index finger!¬† I told him the shoes wouldn’t be so fancy when they melted, to which he replied that all I needed to do was stick them in the freezer all night, every night.

Since Fletcher’s wardrobe tends toward the denim and t-shirt camp, I questioned his fervor on the ice-heels.¬† How could he possibly speak with authority when he didn’t pay any attention to fashion (not to mention the fact that he’s colorblind, which can be a nightmare when trying to coordinate an outfit…or so I’ve heard)?

His answer?¬† “Since I’m straight I look at a lot of women, so I know what looks good on them.”¬† I couldn’t argue with that logic.

So if you really want to know if your fashion sense is up to speed, ask my male, straight, colorblind roommate (who sometimes poses for silly pictures):