Destiny, Domesticity & Dirty Secrets

A tracking exercise for a work in progress. Concentrations in food, domestic developments, short fiction and anecdotal tales of interpersonal engagement.

May 18, 2013 at 12:00pm
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I Believe… — The Delicious Life →

…because everyone needs something to believe in, sometimes.

May 17, 2013 at 12:00pm
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Read: Post break up behaviour options. →

I’m never sure how to feel about Jezebel posts. At least this one is amusing.

May 14, 2013 at 11:43pm
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“It has to be because that’s how I am. I am a this-boat-will-not-sink-me-person. I am a you-will-not-destroy-me-as-you’re-whipping-me-person. I am an I-will-find-a-way-out-of-this-person. We all do what we do to survive. Cynicism. Optimism. Both paths require work. You have to dig in hard not to be a believer. You have to ratchet up your snark abilities. Make bitter fun or be highly suspect of anyone who has faith.

It’s not like I don’t see the world. I am not in denial. No, I really see it. Then I work really hard to make it be something else.

— Ensler - In the Body of the World

May 12, 2013 at 11:37pm
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What is the big adventure you’ve been postponing forever because it hasn’t been convenient? How about an intriguing possibility you have always wanted to experiment with but have consistently denied yourself? Or what about that nagging mystery you’ve been wishing you had the time and energy to solve? Wouldn’t your life change for the better if you finally dived in and explored it? In the next two weeks, Cancerian, I urge you to consider giving yourself permission to pursue something that fits one of those descriptions.

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‘Off ramp to no where’ ‘scope

Permission accepted. This will be…interesting.

11:23pm
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The high road. The air is rarefied. It’s harder to breathe up here. The exclusivity is worth it. I’d rather be up here, fighting for every breath, knowing that everyone else here is just as good as I am, just as driven, just as hungry - instead of being down there, with the rest of them. It’s a choice that I will make over and over again.

May 9, 2013 at 9:30pm
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“What about your old age? Don’t you want to be with someone?” Lately, I’ve started to say, sincerely, “Maybe not.” The truth it, I don’t have time to be a good partner. Relationships take commitment, and all my energy goes into my work. I wouldn’t want to let someone I cared about into my life and then never be home, or always be distracted. To be a good partner, I would have to give something up. What would it be?

There are a lot of perfectly happy single people in this city. It just matters who you are and what you want. And I would never want to be one of those serial monogamists who have a different partner never year and are always wondering why it never works out. Generally speaking, there’s a reason why people can’t sustain a long term relationship. They think, “It can’t be my fault,” when the odds are pretty good that they’re doing something at least subconsciously that tells the world they’re not ready to settle down. At least I know I don’t want to settle down!

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Gunn’s Golden Rules

Sometimes, you find a kindred spirit in the least expected place…

May 7, 2013 at 10:46pm
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‘Attractive,’ my dear is a polite way of saying a woman has made the most of what she’s got. The only thing I could do was dress better than anyone else. If everyone looked at me when I entered a room, then I knew my husband would feel proud of me.
//Don’t you think a woman has more to offer than the way she’s dressed?//
Of course, but men are such visual creatures, darling, so it’s a good place to start. The most important thing is your face - the other end you just sit on.

— W./E.

May 1, 2013 at 12:00pm
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Can Can - Cole Porter & Maurice Chevalier

Sometimes, the best life advice anyone could want has been written into the score of a classic musical. You just have the find the right one.

April 30, 2013 at 12:00pm
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A willful girl was like a hen that crowed: something special. And I was special. A while world unfolded before me on the street, a world with glimmering, rainbow-streaked gasoline puddles. With red, slimy, naked snails. With pebbles and raspberry bonbons. With bent, rusty nails. With marigolds and caterpillars, and this old white cat, who was just as immortal as I was. Eternity belonged to us.

— The Cat, or How I Lost Eternity

April 29, 2013 at 12:00pm
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There is so much wisdom in well written childrens books. I’m not sure why we stop reading them.

There is so much wisdom in well written childrens books. I’m not sure why we stop reading them.