Archive for November, 2010


I love it here.

November 20, 2010

Ok, so Ymir is awesome.

I only say that because I don’t expect that anyone is paying close attention to what I say and won’t infer that they should actually tell people about this place. I predict more of a general attitude that “Trish is  a lovely girl, but extremely somewhat crazy, and her saying that a place is cool only dictates to me a consistency with regards to her ability to see shiny things to distract and amuse where they may or may not exist to anyone who isn’t Trish. ”

And so I shall let that statement confound and delight those it will and convey to those who know me well, the unerringly joyful tone contained within the subject text of this post.

I shall elucidate.

I live in a place where there is live music on a regular basis, regardless, or perhaps because of, the fact that there are two feasible venues contained within the town limits. I used to live in a place where live music is hard pressed to find a venue, regardless of there being an interminable amount of potential places.

The hamlet I inhabit has a delightfully and insanely small population. As a result, I pretty much know the names and goings-on of everyone who lives here. And it’s all pretty kickass and amazing. And they’re all so good looking. Because they exist in a place of joy on an everyday basis. I used to live in a place where, even after residing in the same building for almost 5 years, I still didn’t know the names or favorite colors of 70% of the people in my 3 story, 12 apartment urban dwelling space.And everyone would be so much prettier if they just weren’t so sad.

Cell phones don’t work here.

There are many things you can’t get here, which are easily accessible in a larger city. I haven’t needed any one of those things since I’ve been here, to the extent that I’m not even sure what they are.

And because there are so many more reasons why I am truly glad to be here, I am compelled to spend my time doing them, rather than writing about them. Here I leave you darlings, to wonder no more about the state of my being. It be good, it be very very good.



November 9, 2010

It seems interesting how we tease someone who is easily distracted, calling them magpies or some such thing. The reality is, most people are guilty of this. (Keep in mind, the fact that I’ve used the word guilty does not suggest that I ascribe any negativity to the habit, it’s simply to affirm that this is so. )I don’t think it is a bad thing to be attracted to bright shiny objects or situations. Bees would be less likely to pollinate as readily if flowers weren’t so attractive, and the same could be said of our consistency with regard to propagation and then where would we be as a species? Not as prolific, most likely.

Aesthetics are extremely important to creatures who depend heavily on the sense of sight to move through the world. But aesthetics are not limited to this sense alone. Smell and taste factor in heavily in the shiny is good argument. The temperament a coffee drinker has in the morning is greatly enriched if they wake up to the smell of it.  I don’t think we consider these things to be shiny distractions because they are such an ingrained part of our everyday existence. It’s not something to distract, it’s there to enhance.

Why are some things acceptable as habits that enhance or enrich the life experience and others distract or take away from, as the definition of the word suggests.  If it’s a part of our experience, it can’t help but complement in some way. Even if the result is a discovery of something we’ll likely not revisit. Allowing ourselves to step off a beaten path to check out something new, something shiny perhaps, opens up a vista of unimaginable adventure.

But shiny with regard to thought patterns. Tangents, as it were. Not just within conversations, but the way we make decisions, daily, monthly, yearly. I’ve often posted here about my ability to immediately want to live anywhere I spend more than a couple of hours, to the extent that I even shop around on the internet for housing. It could be considered research, especially in light of the fact that I rarely follow through and make phone calls or anywhere near serious inquiries. My ability to be ‘distracted,’ as it were, seems to be a constant through all facets of my existence. My feelings about wanting to live everywhere extends to the jobs I want to do, the places I want to go. Having a list of destinations and skills one might like to acquire doesn’t seem like a terrible idea on the surface. Having varied interests and abilities keeps things interesting, certainly. My frustration stems from the constant indecision that results of wanting to try everything, see everything and be everywhere at the same time. As a result, I spend a lot more time doing far less than I’d like to.

But it’s all fun.

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