August 10, 2014

A Day on the Comal

I don't really like to go into details, but suffice it to say: I loathe my job. It's essentially a means to end (the end being our escape from the ever present Lone Star). I work at a "helpline" which is a fancy way of saying that I sit at a desk all day and take calls from angry and/or desperate people. It is extremely fatiguing on the spirit, so a couple of weeks ago Jarrad and I took an impromptu trip to New Braunfels on a weekday and floated our worries away on the Comal River.

June 07, 2014

The Best Thing About Houston is New Orleans

Jarrad and I often joke that the best thing about living in Houston is that the Crescent City is so close by. New Orleans has personality, charm, history, and friendly locals. Houston has none of those things, so it's no wonder we are always in search of a short term exodus, a temporary balm to the banality of the Middle-American ambitions of most Houstonians. New Orleans, in short, always lets the good times roll.

April 27, 2014

Musings & Snapshots: April Edition

Week old confetti at Arthur Storey Park, Houston. It had a Jackson Heights vibe.
April is coming to a close, and I can wholeheartedly say that it was a good month for me. My mood does tend to vacillate a lot as of late, but I felt consistently solid these past few weeks. I am really happy with the more permanent conditions of my life: my husband, my parents, my friends. That focus on the strength and love of my social network really helps me surpass or at the very least manage my frustrations with my short-term conditions (location and employment). And even then, we really make the most of it. Some snapshots of April after the jump.

March 05, 2014

Musings & Snapshots: a quote

It's no secret that I read a lot. Adding to my endless reading list is a new subscription to the New Yorker. I was enjoying a great short story by Denis Johnson and within its pages I came across the following sentence, which is just so perfect. It's beauty stopped me in my tracks; I was compelled to drink it in repeatedly and felt the need to share it here.

"The day was sunny, fine for walking, brisk and getting brisker--and, in fact, as I cut a diagonal through a little plaza somewhere above Fortieth Street, the last autumn leaves were swept up from the pavement and thrown around my head, and a sudden misty quality in the atmosphere above seemed to solidify into a ceiling both dark and luminous, and the passerby hunched into their collars, and, two minutes later, the gusts settled into a wind, not hard but steady and cold, and my hands dove into my coat pockets."