May 2017 // The Most Wonderful Time of the Year is Here

Summer doesn’t officially start for another few weeks here in the northern hemisphere, but in my heart and mind, it’s already here. This is my favorite time of year but to be honest, I’m not sure why. The heat is intense, the bugs are everywhere, and the threat of severe weather is worrisome but something about the season makes me feel alive and happy again. I love the rain that rolls in the evenings and the warm nights I spend on bar patios with friends. Summer is when new connections are forged, and beautiful memories are made. I’m so ready to see what June has in store for me.

But before I do, here is what I am currently:

Writing some essays, or, I am learning how to write essays anyway. I’ve decided, I think, that becoming an essayist is the dream. I’m hoping to learn by example. I’m consuming popular longform non-fiction pieces from my favorite publications, reading print magazines, and this month I’ll be diving into some work from one of the greats, James Baldwin. So, the writing around here is going to get a bit more serious, and some of the fun and personal type stuff, book reviews, poetry, etc., will probably be moving to Tumblr.

Planning the design of the first issue of Zen and Pi the zine. I now I have been talking about this forever, but this time I mean it. I wanted to complete one project this summer, and this is it. By the middle of August, I need to have something ready for print at the very least. I’ll have more info next month.

Making some big home improvements! I haven’t written much about my house, but that’s because I hate it. We bought it years ago, during the recession, when we didn’t know what we were doing. We got a good deal, but it needs a lot of work. Unfortunately, we’ve learned that home ownership isn’t exactly for us and we’ve barely made any progress fixing this place up but if I ever want to be happy here, or sell this place and find a home I love, I have to start. First up is a new swamp cooler, then paint, then flooring maybe?

Anticipating Game of Thrones season 7! Okay, so GoT doesn’t actually premiere until July 16th, but it’s all I can think about, as far as media and pop culture go. Outside of that, I’m looking forward to Denver’s Pridefest the weekend of the 17th. I wish the parade wasn’t scheduled for the same day as Father’s Day though. Every year I feel like I have to choose or try to squeeze in both.

Reading The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, one of the many used books I’ve picked up over the past few weekends. I finally finished The Mind’s I: Fantasies And Reflections On Self & Soul by Daniel C. Dennett and Douglas R. Hofstadter. This is my second attempt. It was still hard to get through, but this time I really tried, and it was so worth it. I’ll still need a third read through though.

Watching Sense8 and House of Cards on Netflix. Sense8 is visually amazing, the acting is on point, and sci-fi enough to get you out of your head and away from all the crap going on in the news. House of Cards is the opposite. It’s this world, only worse, which, I’ve learned, can be therapeutic in its own way. Plus, Claire Underwood is the smartest, sexiest, most badass female character I love to hate at the moment *heart eyes emoji*.

Feeling better! Last month my doctor expressed some doubt that the medication we started with would keep my ulcerative colitis symptoms under control. I won’t know for sure until I’m off of the steroid I’m on for short-term relief, but so far, through tapering off, I’m still doing okay. I think this is a good sign. If I feel good through the end of June, I may be able to stay on these meds rather than moving into harsher options. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

Needing a little reassurance from the universe that all this good in my life isn’t a sign that terrible things are on the horizon. I don’t know how to feel gratitude and practice mindfulness with all this anxiety. I don’t deserve so much in life, I’m worried there will be hell to pay eventually.

Loving the fact that my local Alamo Drafthouse is hosting a WOMEN ONLY screening of the new Wonder Woman film and gives no fucks about the backlash from weak egoed men. I’m also living the fact that they offered free tickets to the new creepy movie. It Comes at Night for rewards members. Seriously, if there’s an Alamo Drafthouse in your city, there’s no reason for you to go to any other theater. If there isn’t, bug them until there is.

Hating that I’m losing my route next year. It’s a lot to get into, a lot of politics and specifics I’m not even sure I’m allowed to get into but basically, the school district I work for is experiencing an employee shortage, and things have to change to maximize the people we have. So my easy-peasy route with the perfect hours and the awesome kid is going away, and I have to make some tough choices next year. Also, I still hate Donald Trump and every single Republican asshat pushing cruel and destructive healthcare and environmental policies. I cannot wait for midterm elections!

Hoping the summer passes slowly, but I know it won’t. The winter months drag on for eternity, and the summer is never long enough to recover from the cold and drab and depressing. Maybe I’ll learn how to slow down time?

All in all, this month was good, but I may have been too busy looking ahead to really appreciate it. I have to try harder to appreciate where I am. Where I am going will come soon enough, and when it does, I want to know I enjoyed every step of the way there.

So, how about you? Was May good or bad to you? What are you looking forward to in June? Are you as in love with Claire Underwood as I am? Let me know in the comments (:

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If We Were Having Coffee // My Littlest Sister and Me

Hello, dear readers! Thank you for stopping by for a bit of coffee and catching up. I’m in a slow mood today. I have been all week, to be honest. I’m using today to get back on track, but I’m having a hell of a time finding motivation. I feel scattered and lazy, apathetic and kind of down.

There is little voice somewhere below all of that squeaking out “Come on Lisa, come on! Get up, get going! Get writing and learning and doing while you have the time!” but my body won’t listen. I’ve opened the blinds to let the sun in, and I am praying the coffee and conversation helps.

“I love coffee. I sometimes get excited at night thinking of the coffee I’ll get to drink in the morning. Coffee is reason to wake up. There are other reasons, of course. But coffee is the incentive, at the very least.”

— Annie Clark

 

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have missed you all and I am very sorry that I missed our chat last week. I missed you all, but I had big plans with my mother. Also, I am terrible at writing anything in advance.

My girlfriend and I planned a brunch for both our mothers at one of our favorite places, her father, brother, and my littlest sister came along too. The food was delicious, I had monkey bread french toast. There were drinks and gifts and laughs. Afterward, we walked over to a cute little ice cream place, I had goat cheese and black pepper, and then we did a little shopping nearby. Of course, no amount of food or gifts can pay a mother back, but I hope our’s at least had a good time.

I hope all my readers who are mothers did too. I hope your kids did their best, and that you had at least a little time to be the center of attention, to be catered to, and to be appreciated. I hope you know you deserve it all and so much more. I hope my mother knows it too.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the highlight of my week was my littlest sister’s high school awards ceremony. My mother, my brother and his little family, and my girlfriend and I all showed up for her, and I am so glad we did. Whenever my family gets together, we act like damn fools. We talk too loud, laugh too loud, we eat too much, we’re entirely inappropriate, and we make everyone around us a little uncomfortable, but we don’t care. We have a good time wherever we go, and while my sister may have been a little embarrassed, she laughed right along with us too, and she knows her family supports her.

For her part, my little sister did us proud. She walked away with a couple of plaques and the biggest award of the night, STUDENT OF THE YEAR! My sister has gone from nearly all F’s, hating school and refusing to go to all A’s and B’s and STUDENT OF THE YEAR y’all. I am so damn proud of her.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am so proud of my sister I decided to treat her to a lunch and a bit of shopping yesterday. She’s been wanting to try sushi, so I took her to a place on the other side of town. I’m not sure raw fish is her thing, but we made sure to stop by a couple of make-up stores and did some thrift shopping for clothing bargains.

Sadly, my sister didn’t find much, but I sure did! I picked up six new books from Goodwill and ARC thrift stores and four new shirts from a new place I found called Uptown Cheapskate. This store is my new favorite place, and I already have plans to return for all my summer fashion needs.

All in all, the day was just about perfect. My little sister and I were born 15 years apart, but we get along so well, which makes me feel good. Maybe I’m not getting so old and boring after all. If you can make a 16-year-old laugh, then you are still young, exciting, and relevant at heart. At least that’s how I feel whenever my little sister laughs at my jokes.

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If we were having coffee, I would refrain from boring you with details of the rest of my week. Te weather was crap, and I was in a foul mood. I will tell you that because of that, it was an exceptionally bad writing week.

I submitted a piece for Femsplain’s last ever prompt. I am afraid it won’t be chosen though. I’ve had since the beginning of May to write it, but instead of taking advantage of that I procrastinated all month and lost track of time. Next thing I knew it was this week and I had only days left to turn my notes into something coherent and interesting. I’m afraid my foul mood prevented me from writing well, and I am sure my crappy piece will be rejected. Femsplain has meant a lot to me, as an online publication and a community and I wish I had tried harder to make this last submission something really worth reading.

Other than that there hasn’t been much. A blog post on doing something even when you can only do a little, a post on believing you have a right to be here, and a newsletter on becoming our mothers, for better and for worse.

I’m hoping this coming week will be better.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the motivation and enthusiasm I was able to pull together has run out, and so has my coffee. Whatever energy is left I have to use for laundry, dishes, and getting ready for tomorrow. Oh, wait! I just remembered I don’t have to work tomorrow! This week is already looking up.

Thank you for stopping by to chat with me. I hope you had a wonderful week and that your weekend was a relaxing one. I hope in the coming week you will take more steps forward than you take backward.

Until next time…

Sophia stays looking grouchy, and she talks a lot of shit too, but I still love her bitchy ass lol

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If We Were Having Coffee // A Follow-up and a Bit of Bad News

Hello, dear readers! Thank you for stopping by for a lot of coffee and a little catching up. I’ve already had a few cups, and that is about all I can handle, so I’ll be having some refreshing iced peppermint tea. You are welcome to either, or something else entirely.

“The first step on my journey of personal growth is getting a cup of coffee.”

Death Wish Coffee

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you the weather around here has been a bit crazy. We’ve been swinging wildly between cold and heat, snow, and rain, and the sun. That means that lately, my moods and energy levels are all over the place too.

But I am happy that thunderstorms are returning to Colorado. I love how they seem to roll in at the same time every afternoon to give us a break from the intense heat. The clouds cue us all to relax and settle in for the evening and the sounds of rain and thunder lull you to the best sleep you will have all year.

I’m not looking forward to the heat I know is only weeks away. Our old swamp cooler is out of commission, and we haven’t really come up with a plan for getting a new one. It’s hard when both parties in a relationship are chronic procrastinators.

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If we were having coffee, I suppose I would tell you the bad news. I had another doctor’s appointment this week, a follow-up to the last follow-up that was all bad news too. For those who don’t know, earlier this year I got really sick, and after a round of tests, I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis. I was put on a steroid to stop my symptoms quickly but the steroid is awful for me so I can’t take it forever. So, I was put on another medication that takes some weeks to work but can be taken long-term.

So, when I went to check in with the doc, she tells me that she doesn’t think this other long-term medication is going to work at all—she never did!—but we have to let it fail before we can move on to something else. So, I am coming off of the steroid—which is awful because of withdrawal—and we are going to just wait and see if I get super sick again. If I get sick, we move on to some harsher and scarier medications. If the pills I’m on now do work my doctor said I should “thank God and choke down those pills every day.”

Even though I’m freaking out I’m glad I have a doctor that is thinking about the next steps before I start feeling shitty again and have to make decisions about what to try next.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that it wasn’t a good writing week, not really. I didn’t post here as much as I wanted to here. On Monday I wrote about not being okay and posted my end of the month check in for April, that was it. I had hoped for a review of Orlando by Virginia Woolf and another poem on Thursday, but I felt really run down. I did work on my zine project, and a submission for Femsplain’s last prompt, and I got a newsletter out, so all wasn’t lost.

I did spend a lot of time reading. I’m just passed the halfway point in The Mind’s I which feels like quite an accomplishment considering its intimidating size and subject matter. This is the second time I have attempted to read this book, and I’m already further than the first time. I may need a third to fully understand it all though.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this weekend was a good one. Friday night I asked my girlfriend out for a date night. We had dinner at Noodles and Company and then walked over to our favorite theater for a few drinks and a late showing of Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, which we both slept through because we are getting old.

Saturday we took our very nervous dog out for a car ride and a trip to Petco, and she did so well guys! I am so proud of her. She was still very nervous, but she followed her commands and even let us try a new harness on her in the store without freaking out. We are working on socializing her and letting her know that we will keep her safe so she can relax but it is going to be a long process.

Then we went thrift store shopping where I picked up a couple of books, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey and Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. My girlfriend found a Polaroid camera on for just $3. Urban Outfitters sells the same one for $160! We got a few other knickknacks for the house and came home to pizza and hard cider and settled in to watch the new season of Sense8 on Netflix.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that as much as I am enjoying our visit, I have to cut it short here. There is so much to be done around the house and in preparation for tomorrow, just thinking about it is making me anxious! I better start now before it’s too late and I’m overwhelmed and upset and incapable of anything.

I hope you had a productive week and a relaxing weekend too, and I hope you’ll stop by the comments below and say hi. Let me know what you’ve been up to. I do love hearing from you all.

Until next time :)

My 3-year-old niece drew a picture of me and it's my new favorite thing 😂😂😂 #kids #drawing #art

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If We Were Having Coffee // Why Am I Like This?

Hello dear readers and thank you for stopping by for a little conversation and a lot of coffee. I’m glad we meet on Sundays rather than Saturday’s. I wasn’t in the best of moods yesterday. A spring storm hit, nothing bad but just enough snow and cold to keep up indoors and depressed. But! The sun is back out today and the outlook for the coming week looks much improved. I’m already feeling more motivated and optimistic!

The coffee helps.

“Drink your coffee, it clears out the brain in the morning”

― Sergei Lukyanenko, Twilight Watch

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this past week was a pretty good one. I had the easiest schedule at work, nothing at all to do in the mornings, and most of the day, then a few small tasks here and there for the afternoon. I spent most of the time reading and writing, at first, and then I gave in to the temptation to scroll Twitter and Facebook and got nothing much done for a few days too.

I hate that I am so weak.

But it was still a decent writing week around here. Monday I wrote about imagining my last moment on Earth and how that helps me focus on what is important. Then, in anticipation on Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale adaptation, I wrote a short and sweet review of the book and found some writing inspiration from Margaret Atwood herself.

I’ve been trying to post a poem once a week ad since Ink in Thirds is no longer hosting Three Line Thursday I’ve taken to using the prompts from The Daily Post. This week’s poem was about finding warmth in a cold place. I ended the week as I usually do, with a tinyletter on finding the “good enough” and a little roundup of work from other people.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that on the plus side the book I am reading is fantastic! The Mind’s I: Fantasies And Reflections On Self & Soul by Daniel C. Dennett and Douglas R. Hofstadter“a collection of writings by notable thinkers exploring the meaning of self and consciousness through the perspectives of literature, artificial intelligence, psychology, and other disciplines”— is an old favorite that I never finished and I can’t for the life of me fathom why I didn’t

I’ve hardly been able to put the book down! And I have about a million little notes written plus all the marginalia I’ve added to the book itself. I’m so inspired, but I’m not sure what to do with all the information and questions floating around in my head right now. It’s overwhelming!

This week I’ll be getting into the second half of the book, the part I didn’t read al those years ago when I first picked it up, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt so excited to read something. I guess I’m warning you there will probably be more of a focus on the brain and big questions about why who we think we are and why in the coming weeks.

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If we were having coffee, a piece I submitted to Aloe about self-care and mindfulness was finally published last week. It was a bit of a surprise too. I had already decided in my mind that they hated the piece and had rejected it. I had already decided it was bad and I felt embarrassed for having even tried.

But then it was published, and then, people actually liked it and told me so, and now I don’t know what to do. I don’t quite know how to reply to kind words and encouraging feedback.

You see, I’m one of those weird people who is shyer online than in real life. I don’t know why though! In real life, I have no problem interacting with people. Let me rephrase that, I have a ton of anxiety in real life too, but I am able to socialize through it, but when it comes to the internet I just can’t? This is not a new problem either. I have been notoriously bad about replying to comments here and on other pieces I have written, but this one just got a little bigger than any of the others, and I froze.

Why am I like this?

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If we were having coffee, I would ask you if you have been watching The Handmaid’s Tale at all? And what you think of it? I love it so far and if you aren’t watching I highly recommend that you do. Even if you have read the book, I have too, it’s still worth checking out because it is a bit different. Offred, the main character, is a little bolder, and the story is being told in a bit of a different order. It’s good, and I’m very interested in where they are going with it.

I would also ask you if you are super freaking excited for the premiere of American Gods tonight on Starz because I most definitely am! I have been waiting so long for this. So long that part of me is afraid to be this excited. I am afraid this story, one of my favorites, will not be done the justice it deserves. I am afraid that what I will see on screen will not measure up to my own imagination. I am afraid the story will be cheapened and dampened.

But I’m also so, so, excited!

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’m going to have to cut our visit a little short. I have some big self-care plans today, a new stretch.Yoga routine I want to begin, a long hot shower involving a DIY coffee scrub and a clay mask, and a bit of meditation too. After that, laundry needs washing, dishes need doing, and the pets need cuddling.

I hope you had a good week. I hope you accomplished what you meant to or learned what you needed to. I hope your weekend was relaxing enough and you aren’t exhausted by tomorrow already.

Until next time :)

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January 2017 or It’s Cold, and I am Already Tired of that Man’s Stupid Face

Welp, we’ve come to the end of another month, or, we did yesterday anyway. I’m running a little behind, forgive me, please.  I’m glad this month is finally over, and even though it was rough, I still wanted to take a moment to share with you how I’m feeling, all the changes I have made, and everything I am looking forward to. Here is what I am currently:

Writing little stories I hope to turn into mini zines, but those are mostly for fun and just for me. On the serious side of things, I’m still plugging away at some poetry. Of course, I’m not plugging away as hard as I should be but I am already taking steps to encourage more motivation and focus. The plan is to submit a few to Platypus Press’s upcoming anthology in April.

Planning more blog posts. I haven’t been around much lately. I never really got back on track after the holidays. Then there was the political turmoil which I am still struggling to wrap my head around. Then there was work, and then anxiety, and then, and then, and then…It’s time I got back to it. No more excuses.

Making doctors appointments and more doctors appointments. I am hopeful I will find answers, and I am happy to suffer through any tortures the doctors recommend just to start feeling better. I want to be normal. I want to feel good again.

Anticipating…nothing at the moment. Lately, like many of you, I have been feeling a little hopeless. Part of it is my health and anxiety, part of it is our evil President, but some of it is also just the season. I get like this in the middle of every winter. I’ve been cooped up and cold for a long time now, and spring feels so far away. I’ll get better, no worries.

Reading nothing at the moment! I just finished both My Ántonia by Willa Cather and Daisy Miller by Henry James. I liked My Ántonia, but I didn’t care for Daisy Miller. It felt too much like a critique on American customs and freedom. I think I will return to Republic
by Plato until I can find something more interesting.

Watching The Young Pope on HBO. From my official Twitter review: “[The Young Pope] is weird… But good… But also bad… But in a good way? You should just go watch it.”

Feeling really crappy. I think I’ve talked enough about that, though. I’m also feeling loved too. My girlfriend has been so amazing. She’s supportive and encouraging and reassures me through every dreadful thought and panic. I tell her that I don’t know if I could have gotten this far without her and she still never takes credit. She tells me I am the strongest person she knows and I would be just fine.

Needing some time to just rest. There won’t be time for a proper vacation, the kind that lasts a week or more but spring break is coming, and even though I have to work some, we might be able to sneak a weekend trip in. I hope so anyway, I am in desperate need of a change of pace and scenery.

Loving Hollister jeans! I hate to endorse a company like this but damn these jeans fit good! Being a genderqueer woman with curves and no desire to accentuate them means struggling to find well-fitting clothes. Being a genderqueer woman who wants real pockets and a comfortable fit means struggling to find well-fitting clothes. Being a genderqueer woman who struggles to find men’s jeans that fit a woman’s body means these jeans have been like heaven.

Hating Donald Trump, still. I am trying not to hate because it’s a destructive emotion, but this guy has pushed me beyond self-control. I hate him. I hate seeing his stupid privileged face on TV. I hate hearing him lie through his stupid lips. I hate that he won and that so many people in the world are just like him. Fuck this guy.

Hoping that we can all find some way to stop this awful immigration ban. I hope we keep up the momentum. I hope we never give up. I hope the whole world stands with us and even if we have to suffer through the next four years entirely, I hope that we never make these mistakes again.

All in all, this month sucked and I have very little hope that February will be any better. I don’t mean for that to sound so sad. All the frustration and fear, they are big, but they are also vague and far away. I still have love, and hope, and happiness all around me.

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If We Were Having Coffee // Writing the Best Pile of Crap I Can

Hello, friends! Thank you for stopping by for a big cup of coffee and a bit of catching up.  This past week was a pretty good one. I had hardly any work-work to do at all, so I spent it doing research for my nano-novel-that-might-never-be and getting my editorial calendar into something that looks a little more like order than chaos.

I wish I had gotten more reading done, and I wish I had written more blog posts, but overall I think it was a pretty good week.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the highlight of the week was a live show put on by the Denver Museum of Nature and Science Friday night on bats. Yes, bats! It was so, so good. Rob Mies, the director of the Organization for Bat Conservation, gave the talk and him and his assistants walked the bats around the room so we could all see them up close and get some pictures.

When I bought the tickets, I had no idea who Mies was about the problems facing bat colonies all over the world. I didn’t know how bats helped us all or how many of them there were. I learned a lot, and I have a better appreciation for these little, and sometimes big, flying mammals.

I would like very much to attend more events like this. As an adult, you forget what how much fun it is to go somewhere just because you want to learn something.

It’s a welcome change of pace.

Malaysian flying fox :)

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have Christine at Better Novel Project and Chuck Wendig of Terrible Minds to thank for making so much progress on my novel’s outline this week. To be honest, with you I have very little idea what is going to happen or what this book is going to be about, ultimately, but I have some places to start. I have a list of the kinds of scenes I could write, a list of dos and don’ts, a list of character types, and a ton of world building information to work through.

I might just write a big pile of crap next month, but I am trying to make it the best pile of crap I can. Hell, even if that pile of crap does nothing but show me what I don’t want to write it will have been an invaluable learning experience, right?

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If we were having coffee I would remind you that last week I mentioned I was starting to cook more often, even though I don’t enjoy it, nor am I very good at it. I’m doing it because my girlfriend works incredibly long hours now and it’s not right that she should be figuring out dinner too, even if she wants to.

For her part, she is reluctant at times to give up an activity she enjoys but admits it would help with her stress levels, so she relents. I told her just two nights a week and one good breakfast on the weekends. I’m beginning to enjoy it a little when it goes well, but when it doesn’t, it’s awful.

I’ve made both lemon pepper and hot wings, and some sweet potato waffles and each came out pretty good. I’m hoping to make these beyond delicious looking tacos al pastor tonight if I can find the ingredients.

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If we were having coffee, I would ask you if you have checked out the show Black Mirror on Netflix? I watched season 1 and 2 a long, long time ago and had been hoping, praying, for more. When I heard Netflix had taken over the show I became even more excited and hopeful, and finally this weekend my dreams of more Twilight Zone-esq psychological thrills centered around questions of our dependence and trust in technology were realized. Season three was realised and so far it has been amazing. Check it out!

While you’re at it make sure to check out 13th, a documentary on mass incarceration in the united states. It was informative and brought me to tears more than once. This film put the whole damn system, from slavery to the prison industrial complex, into words and brings to light some behind the scenes law making tactics I am sure most Americans don’t know about.

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If we were having coffee I would tell you that next week is going to be a busy one so if you don’t see me around her very much don’t worry, I’ll be back. I will be doing some training at work and I still have some cramming to do before NaNoWriMo, so blogging will have to wait. I’ve been slacking on the comments around here—I’m so sorry about that—and on reading all your great blogs—I’m so sorry about that too—so I may use whatever free time I have to correct those oversights.

I also wanted to give some Yeah Write! challenges a try and work on something for fēlan zine if I can squeeze it in.

Whew!

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If we were having coffee I would tell you that I had better get going, the laundry needs washing, the dishes need scrubbing, and I’d like to get out of the house and enjoy some sunshine and freedom before I return to the work week.

I hope you all had a wonderful week and I wish you nothing but productivity and good vibes in the next. Drop by the comments and let me know what you’ve been up to. I do love hearing from you all :)

Curly dreads :)

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If We Were Having Coffee // Trump is Disgusting, and I Cannot Wait for This Election to Be Over

Hello, dear readers and happy Sunday! Thank you for stopping by for a bit of coffee and catching up. I’m late, again, but not as late nor nearly as busy as last week.

I may be in and out, doing laundry and checking the banana chips I have baking in the oven. This is the first time I’ve made them and even if they turn out badly, the smell of warm bananas filling the house for a few hours kinda makes them worth the effort anyway.

Mmmmmm…

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that Trump is a complete asshole and I am shocked anyone is even considering voting for that monster. Whew! Glad I got that off my chest.

I’m sure you’ve heard the disgusting tape, and I’m sure you are aware of all the to say that Trump has in fact done all the things he bragged about doing to Billy Bush, then denied doing in the most recent presidential debate. I have my concerns about Hillary, sure, but I know she will not be the worst president this country has ever had, and I know she will be far better than Trump could even dream to be.

I cringe thinking of all the ways Trump will embarrass the American people should he get elected. I cringe imagining what it will be like to have to hear his hateful rhetoric and that goddamned sniffling during every presidential speech and address.

I hope the next few weeks will go by quickly, I hope you are registered to vote, and  I hope Hillary crushes Trump on November 8th.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I have been learning how to cook lately. I mean I know how to cook, or I know how to follow a recipe, mostly, but I’m learning how to cook comfortably.

My lady loves to cook, and she’s excellent at it, but she’s been working a lot lately and doesn’t always have the time anymore. It feels wrong for her to have to come home and cook too. So, a few nights a week I am taking over in the kitchen. I’m trying to come up with things to make that she hasn’t made before, that way I’m not comparing my versions to hers. A comparison I am sure to come out on the wanting side of.

On the menu this week are hot wings, sweet potato waffles, and—if we can find the ingredients—this delicious recipe for tacos al pastor.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that absolutely no progress has been made on the NaNoWriMo front. I haven’t quite figured out how to blog, put out a newsletter, work my day job, spend time with my girlfriend, cook a few dinners, and write a novel. I’m feeling overwhelmed and burned out already.

It’s not just all that, though, I’m having a hard time believing I can come up with a good story. I get the feeling that most people feel like they have a good idea, they just don;t know how to write it. I have the opposite problem. I don’t have a good idea to start with. I have bits and pieces and feelings. Once I get my shit together, I’m confident I could mold and sculpt the thing into something decent at least. I’m just not sure I can get there.

I don’t want to give up before I’ve even started, though.

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this I have been enjoying a ton of TV shows and movies, which may or may not be related to the above problem.

If you’re looking for some awesome weekly TV programming check out Westworld, The Exorcist, InsecureVice News, and American Horror Story: Roanoke. I watch other show, more than an aspiring writer should I am sure, but these are the newest additions and the ones I am most excited about.

Besides TV we also saw the ballet Swan Lake this weekend and this coming weekend we are heading to the museum after hours to see this amazing looking live presentation on bats. I am so excited!

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If we were having coffee, I would tell you that beyond that, my life is incredibly boring and I have nothing else to fill you in on. I’d love to hear what you’ve been up to, though. Maybe drop a note in the comments and tell me what shows you’ve been watching, whether or not you’ve been accomplishing your goals, and how much you cringe when you think about Trump sniffling directly into a microphone during the next State of the Union address. Ugh!

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