The Emerald Girl

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Why You Should Save Your Leftovers

Pretty regularly I ride the bus home from work. Staring out the window as I always do I saw a young girl walking a dog. She walked right up the trash receptacle on the street and started digging. She found a Wendy's bag. There was a french fry which she immediately stuffed in her mouth. Digging around some more, she found nothing and continued walking down the street. This is literally 5 blocks from my house.

Not to say that we shouldn't worry about hungry people all over the world but it can be easy to forget there are hungry people right in our own neighborhoods. How easy it is to box up your leftovers and offer them to someone in need. I have done it a few times and I gotta say it is a little embarrassing when the man who probably hasn't showered in months, is missing teeth, wears rags as clothing and looks completely out of it declines my leftovers. Makes me a feel a little like I don't ever want to do that again. But I've had more takers than leavers. So easy to do. You just have to set aside whatever it is that is holding you back from approaching a stranger in need. I try to remind myself to not let things hold me back from doing the good I ought to be doing. Once I step my own self out of the way, I can act as a servant more easily.

I'm also reminded to not waste food at home. I hate watching leftovers go bad in the fridge. I hate to leave something out on the counter only to see it in the morning and realize you forgot to seal it up or stick it in the refrigerator. I just hate waste in general. Not because it's like you're working for free when you throw away money in the form of food but because so many people don't have and we should be conscious of what we use.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

What I Like About Wes Anderson

I was trying to be vague but it's easier if I'm direct.

I hate when I like something that is relatively below the radar of the masses but then that thing reaches a level of mass audience approval. If it's music, I'm glad for the band but still annoyed that all these people who don't even really know what original, good music is now suddenly love this band. They wouldn't know good music if it was performed right in front of them in the subway tunnel. My thoughts only - but, really, it's all good. Same with movies. I'm not a pioneer (because I'm just not that cool) but I consider myself an early adopter of many things. Usually a few steps ahead of the curve.

Wes Anderson writes and directs some of the best movies. They appeal to the masses, I think, in large part due to the artistic cinematography. It's beautiful and unique. Well framed and more "portrait" looking story telling. While I love that aspect, what I love most is the characters. I closely relate. But I think a lot of people just don't. And those characters are really what make his movies so wonderful. They are sad. Not just sad but their entire outlook is based on a sad reality. Always, though, there seems an optimism about tomorrow. That tomorrow will come and sad they may be, it will be OK, everything will just keep on going. There's really not a hope for some unattainable happiness.

Trying to understand why some people relate more to this than others is just a wonder to me. I think maybe I've seen more sad movies than happy and so I see the world as slightly sad. Or maybe because I am slightly sad I relate more to the sad people. If two people with the exact same background watched the same movie, could one person relate more to the sad and one just completely  miss that part? It's weird how our brains appear hardwired to see the world one way or another.

Maybe that's why I'm drawn to create happy, pretty things. Happiness is what I long for. Maybe that's why Anderson's movies are so pretty too.

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Making Time for the Things that Fire You Up

Today has been about laundry, meal making and playing with Jack. Oh and dishes. Oh and sweeping too. Anywho. Whilst  sweeping I was thinking about how by the end of the day I will be tired and only wanting to curl out on the couch and watch some mindless show on TV. It made me think about how I never have time to do some of the things that I really love. That made me think about how at the end of the day, when my energy is spent, if there is still cleaning to do I usually will do some of it - but if the cleaning is done, I won't spend time indulging my interests. Conclusion: spend time on the things you love because at the end of the day you will always make time for getting the things done that need to keep the house in order.

This is why I am writing even now. The makings of butternut squash soup are simmering on the stove (it's a lovely, grey day in Seattle) and I could easily be doing more dishes or moving the couch and sweeping underneath it. Instead I'm choosing to write because it fills me up. Actually, it empties me in ways. Very good ways. Emptying my thoughts into this blogspot. (BTW Blogger just tried to autocorrect 'blogspot' into 'bloodspot'. You would think blogger would not autocorrect its own name).

As a practice, one day a week I will not come straight home and do household chores. I will do something that I like doing. Frankly, working the job that I have full time does not fill me up at all. There are aspects that are satisfying which is probably why I am slow to make my dreams of self-employment happen. I guess it works for this period of my life.