Thats right. I am now in hot pursuit. After too much time at home (in Regensburg) doing schoolwork and applying for jobs, and not nearly enough time in town mingling with the burgers, I have come to the conclusion that my mission is not complete. What happened to my incessant need to fraternize? Have I become too withdrawn? Or am I just a lazy freak, exhausted after six months of fighting public transport, a circulation disease, and the unknown? All of these things, when taken in moderation, are wonderful. Don't misunderstand; I would rather be on a bus over here than in a Dodge Ram killing the environment. I think my laziness just results from the fact that I really am overwhelmed by the luxury of my aunt and uncle's house, their amazing view of the countryside and local monastery, and literally mental and physical exhaustion from the past semester. Nothing wrong with that; I've watched a heck of a lot of movies that I've needed to: lots of WWII films- check, lots of political films and Native American films- check, lots of German porn- check... (seriously(ok not seriously(well, believe whatever you want))). But sadly, I have not yet gotten intimate with a local. And when I say intimate I mean chatting about European litterature over ein kaffee. I haven't even danced in the street with an old man, which is usually inevitable.
Well, all this is just to say that for the next 5 days, I'm gonna be shopping for Germans. The last few Ive been shopping for sweet souvenirs, but after finding the most kick-ass boots for 290€ (but which were of course the only decent choice), and deciding against them, I have decided to quit the quest for great German stuff and have reinstated my original goal- hanging out with the people. Its what I should have been doing all along; I blame it on my apparent vulnerability of being a material girl. How shallow! I disgust myself.
This probably is the strangest blog Ive written in awhile, but je m'en fiche because I have a new lease on life and it stems from the freedom of someone who has been redeemed from their chains of wanting things instead of experiences. I guess its what happens when you live with adults who go to work 8-5 everyday and bed at 11. I pray that fate never becomes me. Theres actually a great quote on Thoreau perfect for this situation....hold on while i find it...
Emerson, on Thoreau: ''He declined to give up his large ambition of knowledge and action for any narrow craft or profession, aiming at a much more comprehensive calling, the art of living well.''
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Reflections
I wish I could go back six months. Back to July. I would love to relive the last six months because I was on my own in Europe and now I'm beginning to not be. I'm over here, but I'm making plans for the future, rather than out and mingling with its people (ok- i'm doing some of that) and its mostly-interesting museums. My parents and aunt and uncle are putting a lot of pressure on me to find a professional job, which, by all means, is the smartest thing to do. While I'd rather be waitressing and learning Spanish in some little Fort Worth restaurant, thats really not going to pay me anything. But who cares, you say? Why is money an issue? I have so many things already. Yes, you're absolutely right. I have so much debt. And I don't plan on living in mediocrity. A friend of mine and I once had a great misunderstanding about the term 'living simply'. What the hell is that anyway? Can you live simply and live with things? I'm still not totally sure I understand what she was trying to tell me, but from my POV living simply means living with limited desire. Or at least, limited desire for the things that are trivial. Unfortunately, the desires which I have for things that I believe to be for me are indispensable, also happen to be expensive. We have so much desire, but little need, is the truth. But my little need is expensive! I've curbed all the desires I could care less about- possessions, fashion (ok i didnt curb that one, i found a thrift store and a needle and thread) indulgences - but its that what I want for myself in the next few years that are the most expensive. I need an apartment in New York, grad school, loans paid off, and the most important of all...money for dance classes. It would be ideal if you, reader, would like to be my sugar daddy and give me a nice little savings account so I can cross off the method with which I'm supposed to be amassing all this money (a job), which in turn will also give me back all my freedom I will be sacrificing to do it. After another lengthy conversation with the aunt and uncle, one thing I'd been closeting has come to light: I can't make any more ties until I get dance in my life again. I can't marry (I can't even date), can't live in Fort Worth, can't put down roots, really, because these would all be contrary to my pursuit of happiness. Do you see? I may sound crazy, but ultimately, I will be happy. These things are sacrifices for me, too. Don't you think I want to move home, 'be' with somebody, eat regularly? But after so much struggle (the past two years I mean) I can't give up now. These things are dangerous to the lifestyle I want for the next few years. My dance clock is ticking, see. I hope you don't read this and judge me as some neurotic control freak. But if thats what I am, ok. Its just a dream I have. And I think I'm the one who has to make it a priority, or no one else will. I can't expect them to, and can't blame them. I can only blame me. So, please, keep your cake, I don't want any wine, I don't wanna hang out and see if we'll go somewhere, unless you mean literally, as in where you'll follow me. My struggle is that I want to be simple, content, and 'easy-going', and for the most part, on a daily basis I am. But when I catch myself wanting these things on a permanent basis, its then I realize my ambition has somehow seeped away, been absorbed by the lazy freedom of being out of college and away from former authorities, been smothered by the comforting vision of a stable home and family... and I realize I'd much rather continue to be ambitious and determined. Forgive me if I ever have that scary look in my eye, if it flits by when we're hanging out. But the reason my resume looks so good now, which you applaud me for, is cause its always been there, and no matter what I do, will never go away. I just can't be one of those people with little ambition. My Plato's Cave is where the sun is shining and I can almost touch it.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
A Vision, Bruised and Dented
Yep, its decided. I wasn't cut out for love. While I know this sounds naive, temporary, maybe even ridiculous, its true. I came close to getting near the fire and it hurt. And now that I look at the whole situation, I realize how happy I am that I didn't. Its just way too much pressure and I am still too independent for that. Its kindof sad, but looking on the bright side, I never wanted it anyway. I think Im just one of those people who loves family, but loves them only part-time. So unless you can handle me, a floozy, a Carmen, a butterfly...
I love people and I hate being alone. But sometimes you have to remember how nice it is to be alone, because it gives you the chance to meet other people. It makes total sense. But its often scary. But always surprising!
If you are my friend, and you feel I've reneged on my responsibilities thereupon, I would appreciate a little confrontation, for its never my intention to neglect. I love my friends, but at the moment theres too much to do to think about commitments. Hmmm...
I love people and I hate being alone. But sometimes you have to remember how nice it is to be alone, because it gives you the chance to meet other people. It makes total sense. But its often scary. But always surprising!
If you are my friend, and you feel I've reneged on my responsibilities thereupon, I would appreciate a little confrontation, for its never my intention to neglect. I love my friends, but at the moment theres too much to do to think about commitments. Hmmm...
Monday, January 7, 2008
Urges
Ok. So this title may be a bit, well, bizarre, uncomfortable, questionable, irresistible (for some of you), but I happen to think its appropriate and hell, im gonna use it.
I have the urge to write a book. I love to read, and so why not do what the sketchy guy I met in New York did and act so engrossed by my work that I publish it and then use it to get girls (in my case boys)? Since this is probably confusing, let me explain. One night while reading in my favorite cafe just north of Gramercy Park, I suddenly felt the eyes of a man upon me. Resisting the urge to turn and look, as I was not in the mood for conversation, I finally gave in and glanced. The millisecond he had of my gaze he did not waste. ''So you're interested in art!'' he exclaimed, eying my The Book of Art, ten pound volume. ''Me too!''...and so commenced the conversation, of which the dialogue is not important, but which allowed for a most hilarious revelation. The man finally explained the book and then, as if by accident, when I said, ''oh wow! who's the artist?'' he said, ''ah well, its mine!'' So much for suave, or subtle. Anyway, it wasn't the worst example of bragadociousness I've ever witnessed, and probably more tolerable than someone perhaps unrestrainedly obsessed with themselves who use it not just to impress you, but dominate you. So, I think I'll do what he did and write a book, originally begun from a personal urge to understand this whirlwind of a life I've been living, and eventually use it as a piece of work that will mesmerize thousands.
To be totally honest, I really just want to write because I feel that conversation is too insufficient a medium for explaining to friends and family just all I feel I've been through this past semester. By nature, people engage in conversation because they truly are interested, but time and energy are too brief for them to get very deep. And there are too many distractions. So as I want to relate to you just how incredible a semester I've had, to better inspire your travels, or your interest in the wider world, in taking chances and giving safety a back seat to living, I need to write it down. At the very least I need to commit to this blog.
At this point, I feel overwhelmed with all I have seen and done and dont really want to begin. Its veritably the disadvantage of being here so long- the things that would stand out to a normal traveler become blurred and a bit commonplace. Its a struggle just to remember to make note of things. i have this foreboding feeling that I'm going to forget everything I've done, but especially everything I've learned about myself. Its such a haunting feeling. To know we will forget what we learned to never forget, yikes. There must be some way to keep perspective. Sometimes I feel I have wanted to forget. Like when I saw my parents for the first time, who happen to be the symbol of safety and reassurance to me, I instantly felt cured. Cured of all my inapts that I convince myself of. Safe from all the dangers of traveling alone. And for two weeks while they were here, I slept perfectly, lost my appetite, was totally at peace. But of course I wasn't introspective at all or confronted with anything that I had to personally deal with. There is a quote by Helen Keller which I think applies perfectly to this situation. It comes from a book my brother and I are reading called, Lies My Teacher Told Me that belongs to my uncle. ''People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant,'' she is quoted. Anyway, I guess this is why I think I must be growing up. Because I know the safety provided by my parents is false.
But needless to say, the past five months have been a whirlwind of thought and excitement. I'm just beginning to figure out what's going on with me. At the moment I'm a bit drunk on the idea of staying in Europe forever because I'm young, I love the nightlife, and I'm afraid to go home, get a real job, and get stuck. Give me the arsenic now. I'd rather suffer circulation-wise forever than succumb to that. If you've ever met someone with Reynauds, you know what I mean, and therefore how dramatic that last statement is. Its just that I love it over here and love going out! I love the United States too (I've read A Walk Across America and I listen to Springsteen), but so many things about it just DO NOT COMPARE!
So gimme courage, gimme perspective, and help me to decide whether/not leaving my family for another few years is worth staying here. Cause I certainly don't know. I love them and miss them tremendously. But the goal now is: make money, pay debts, become a dancer. I know its my destiny, and it would be a crime against God and myself if I were to ignore it. So please hold me accountable! However it fits into the formula, it must be there or I'm afraid I'll go mad. I'll give into some other desire which is equally obsessive but also self-destructive.
So there's one self-disclosure: I've an extremely addictive personality. I once got addicted to hot baths. Then it was herbal tea. Then working out. And then Baileys. Then, fun! But at the moment I seem to have them all curbed. I want to avoid being a neurotic freak if its not obvious. Addictions are bad news and I'm only grateful to be this way so I can sympathize with others who have become victims unwillingly.
A real entry is coming soon. But for the mean time, I'll share a bit whats been going down here in Germany since the holidays were over: movies, starting West Wing, cooking vegetarian with my aunt, gazing out wistfully at the snow (as a forced hermit) but sad that my blood can't handle it except for on limited occasions, an exciting New Years Eve party with real Bavarians, job-hunting in Paris...
good movies:
Bridge Over Madison County
High Fidelity
The Color Purple
Somethings Gotta Give (never thought Id relate to that one...but sadly)
The Hours
Joni Mitchell Documentary
One Night on Earth
The Graduate
Patton
Annie Hall
Silkwood
Ciao no mas-
I have the urge to write a book. I love to read, and so why not do what the sketchy guy I met in New York did and act so engrossed by my work that I publish it and then use it to get girls (in my case boys)? Since this is probably confusing, let me explain. One night while reading in my favorite cafe just north of Gramercy Park, I suddenly felt the eyes of a man upon me. Resisting the urge to turn and look, as I was not in the mood for conversation, I finally gave in and glanced. The millisecond he had of my gaze he did not waste. ''So you're interested in art!'' he exclaimed, eying my The Book of Art, ten pound volume. ''Me too!''...and so commenced the conversation, of which the dialogue is not important, but which allowed for a most hilarious revelation. The man finally explained the book and then, as if by accident, when I said, ''oh wow! who's the artist?'' he said, ''ah well, its mine!'' So much for suave, or subtle. Anyway, it wasn't the worst example of bragadociousness I've ever witnessed, and probably more tolerable than someone perhaps unrestrainedly obsessed with themselves who use it not just to impress you, but dominate you. So, I think I'll do what he did and write a book, originally begun from a personal urge to understand this whirlwind of a life I've been living, and eventually use it as a piece of work that will mesmerize thousands.
To be totally honest, I really just want to write because I feel that conversation is too insufficient a medium for explaining to friends and family just all I feel I've been through this past semester. By nature, people engage in conversation because they truly are interested, but time and energy are too brief for them to get very deep. And there are too many distractions. So as I want to relate to you just how incredible a semester I've had, to better inspire your travels, or your interest in the wider world, in taking chances and giving safety a back seat to living, I need to write it down. At the very least I need to commit to this blog.
At this point, I feel overwhelmed with all I have seen and done and dont really want to begin. Its veritably the disadvantage of being here so long- the things that would stand out to a normal traveler become blurred and a bit commonplace. Its a struggle just to remember to make note of things. i have this foreboding feeling that I'm going to forget everything I've done, but especially everything I've learned about myself. Its such a haunting feeling. To know we will forget what we learned to never forget, yikes. There must be some way to keep perspective. Sometimes I feel I have wanted to forget. Like when I saw my parents for the first time, who happen to be the symbol of safety and reassurance to me, I instantly felt cured. Cured of all my inapts that I convince myself of. Safe from all the dangers of traveling alone. And for two weeks while they were here, I slept perfectly, lost my appetite, was totally at peace. But of course I wasn't introspective at all or confronted with anything that I had to personally deal with. There is a quote by Helen Keller which I think applies perfectly to this situation. It comes from a book my brother and I are reading called, Lies My Teacher Told Me that belongs to my uncle. ''People do not like to think. If one thinks, one must reach conclusions. Conclusions are not always pleasant,'' she is quoted. Anyway, I guess this is why I think I must be growing up. Because I know the safety provided by my parents is false.
But needless to say, the past five months have been a whirlwind of thought and excitement. I'm just beginning to figure out what's going on with me. At the moment I'm a bit drunk on the idea of staying in Europe forever because I'm young, I love the nightlife, and I'm afraid to go home, get a real job, and get stuck. Give me the arsenic now. I'd rather suffer circulation-wise forever than succumb to that. If you've ever met someone with Reynauds, you know what I mean, and therefore how dramatic that last statement is. Its just that I love it over here and love going out! I love the United States too (I've read A Walk Across America and I listen to Springsteen), but so many things about it just DO NOT COMPARE!
So gimme courage, gimme perspective, and help me to decide whether/not leaving my family for another few years is worth staying here. Cause I certainly don't know. I love them and miss them tremendously. But the goal now is: make money, pay debts, become a dancer. I know its my destiny, and it would be a crime against God and myself if I were to ignore it. So please hold me accountable! However it fits into the formula, it must be there or I'm afraid I'll go mad. I'll give into some other desire which is equally obsessive but also self-destructive.
So there's one self-disclosure: I've an extremely addictive personality. I once got addicted to hot baths. Then it was herbal tea. Then working out. And then Baileys. Then, fun! But at the moment I seem to have them all curbed. I want to avoid being a neurotic freak if its not obvious. Addictions are bad news and I'm only grateful to be this way so I can sympathize with others who have become victims unwillingly.
A real entry is coming soon. But for the mean time, I'll share a bit whats been going down here in Germany since the holidays were over: movies, starting West Wing, cooking vegetarian with my aunt, gazing out wistfully at the snow (as a forced hermit) but sad that my blood can't handle it except for on limited occasions, an exciting New Years Eve party with real Bavarians, job-hunting in Paris...
good movies:
Bridge Over Madison County
High Fidelity
The Color Purple
Somethings Gotta Give (never thought Id relate to that one...but sadly)
The Hours
Joni Mitchell Documentary
One Night on Earth
The Graduate
Patton
Annie Hall
Silkwood
Ciao no mas-
True Happiness
family and connection
czech republic
life in the jewish quarters
holiday in deutschland
future plans
good movies
relief!
saying goodbye to brussels
czech republic
life in the jewish quarters
holiday in deutschland
future plans
good movies
relief!
saying goodbye to brussels
Friday, December 21, 2007
Recap and Stages of My Life
I am most definitelz the most creative title maker.
I am also a good list maker. I like to make lists about what I need to journal about, but neglect to actuallz follow through with those journals.
I like to self actualiye. And I dont like to correct grammatical mistakes when on foreign computers. Mz audience is too smart for me to go to all that trouble.
List of future blogs if I ever get around to it:
Barcelona
Guilt
Bruges and Crzstal coming to visit!
Paris visit one and two, one being the most fun and filled with misbehavior, and two being the most thought-provoking (i guess that means i have more fun when i dont think? i guess that makes sense)
Paris, la ville de mon esprit, ma niche
Christmas Wish List
Cyeck Republic and Parents on Metros and what to do with old castles
Stages of Mz Life- to be continued...
I am also a good list maker. I like to make lists about what I need to journal about, but neglect to actuallz follow through with those journals.
I like to self actualiye. And I dont like to correct grammatical mistakes when on foreign computers. Mz audience is too smart for me to go to all that trouble.
List of future blogs if I ever get around to it:
Barcelona
Guilt
Bruges and Crzstal coming to visit!
Paris visit one and two, one being the most fun and filled with misbehavior, and two being the most thought-provoking (i guess that means i have more fun when i dont think? i guess that makes sense)
Paris, la ville de mon esprit, ma niche
Christmas Wish List
Cyeck Republic and Parents on Metros and what to do with old castles
Stages of Mz Life- to be continued...
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
**Coming Soon**
Thoughts on:
Barcelona and How I Agree with De Tocqueville
Heidelberg: Wine Barrels, French Fries, Flatliners, and Gay Men
Amsterdam- Red Light? more like green light!!!
Paris, my Israel
Finishing Work at Pax- at least I'm appreciative (its my human right to be).
My Addiction to Advent Calendars
I Advocate St. Nikolas Day in the USofA
Barcelona and How I Agree with De Tocqueville
Heidelberg: Wine Barrels, French Fries, Flatliners, and Gay Men
Amsterdam- Red Light? more like green light!!!
Paris, my Israel
Finishing Work at Pax- at least I'm appreciative (its my human right to be).
My Addiction to Advent Calendars
I Advocate St. Nikolas Day in the USofA
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