Coffeehouse Writing is Overrated.

September 30, 2013

I've actually literally with my own eyes witnessed people setting up their entire office inside a Starbucks, complete with an external keyboard, mouse & even a printer - A PRINTER. Hogging 3-4 outlets at a time, taking calls, having mini meetings and everything. At Starbucks.

No judgement, but ummm... (insert lowkey judgmental statement here)

I'll admit, when I was in college, Starbucks and Barnes & Noble were my safe havens during finals season. Some Saturday mornings, I'd wake up and get there before the crowds, so I could secure a comfortable corner and hold it down for the whole day. It's nice to get away from my familiar surroundings and whittle away my work load, but I might have to give up the coffehouse life for good.

First, as I kinda just mentioned, you have to get there early if you want a decent seat. I can't count how many times I've walked into Starbucks with my hands full (laptop, charger, and purse in tow), only to be stuck with the random tiny table in the middle of the floor, nowhere near an outlet, yet uncomfortably close to the "order here" section. Don't let a queue start to formate. When my ideas are flowing and my fingers are actually in sync with my thoughts, typing away with ease, I don't need the lunchtime customers bumping into me as they reach for a parfait.

On that note, interruptions. Miss Friendly Barista, when my ideas are flowing and my fingers are actually in sync with my thoughts, typing away with ease, I don't need you interrupting the process and asking if I want a pound cake sample. But you're soooooooooo polite! Which means I can't be rude and say this. Dear Friendly Neighbor, when my ideas are flowing and my fingers are actually in sync with my thoughts, typing away with ease (seriously, these moments are priceless), I don't need you interrupting the process and asking if I can keep an eye on your stuff while you go to the restroom or if I will plug your charger into the outlet under my table. But you, too, are so cordial and respectful, so yes, I'll plug it in. Mister Cleaning Man, I understand you have to clean near and around the tables next to me, and that the seats are so close together that you really can't help but bump into mine when you're sweeping under the other ones, but when my ideas are flowing... Good God, can they just flow?

It may be time to take my remote office hustle elsewhere. The library, maybe?



30 before 30

September 25, 2013


I've seen these lists around the blogosphere lately, and being a woman in my twenties, I figured it couldn't hurt to make one of my own. I've got a handful of years before I reach the big 30, which means there's plenty of time get this stuff done if I actually try. I'm gonna try. (Note: this does not include career/family goals)

1. Run a 5K 
Isn't this on everyone's list? My first attempt is coming up next month, which I'm now realizing is only a week away, so this task may or may not be getting crossed of the list in the near future.

Even rolling stones love their neighbors

September 19, 2013

To say I was dreading the dinner party would be the understatement of the century.

This or That

September 18, 2013

(completely unrelated photo)

So this should be fun.
It's been a while since I hopped onboard a link-up train, and I conveniently needed a topic to write about today, so here's a not-so-subtle cop out, Two Thirds Hazel style (to clarify, it wasn't a cop out for her... she did, after all, create the whole shindig), ya dig.

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Vacationing in Florida or vacationing in NYC: I've been to Florida countless times, but I've only been to the Big Apple once. If I had to choose, and I guess that's kinda the whole point of this post, I'd take the sunshine state. Even though we all question their judicial system (don't we?), those dang beaches win me over every time.

This is an Update

September 16, 2013




I have got to be the worst title-thinker-upper ever.
When I used to write songs, titles were always left til' the end, and even then sometimes they were just left untitled. Speaking of songwriting, I've recently been encouraged by a couple close friends to get back in the groove, but it's been so long that I don't even know where to start. There was once a time where I'd come home from my day and write something, anything lyrical and/or melodic. These days, I turn on the radio and get disappointed in what makes it to the airwaves. I'm looking at you, Trinidad James.

So about these pictures, they came from my weekend. Yep, this chick managed to take pictures of her weekend, but only on one day - Saturday. Now all I have to do is remember to grab the Nikon instead of relying on my iPhone, and I'll be a big girl blogger. I had a last-minute opportunity to attend the Unashamed Conference at the GA World Congress Center, and I almost turned it down. Thank God mama didn't raise no fool, because it was a wonderfully moving experience. I got to hear different speakers talk about love, life, money, and other social issues for the win. The only thing that could've made it better was if we had a chance to really chat and connect with other people in smaller groups, but I'm not complaining. Especially since it we had what was arguably the nicest weather Atlanta's seen all year. After a rainy & overcast summer, September decides to show up with clear, blue skies and daydreamy winds. Seriously, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky on Saturday. I can't remember the last time I looked up and saw so much blue.

On another unrelated note, I made chicken alfredo today and failed to photograph/document the easy-peasy recipe. Hashtag mouthwatering mondays.

This might be the worst blog post in the history of blog posts. I'm on my second glass of merlot. I am still unashamed.

Peace, love and all that groovy stuff.



On Feminism

September 11, 2013


Over the last year or so, I've turned into a big Tumblr junkie.
I check my dash everyday. Every. freaking. day. and if I get behind on my updates, I'll spend hours scrolling through days of posts, just in case I missed something that's begging to be on my page. Tumblr is like the giant melting pot of the blog world, and even though I prefer blogspot for my personal updates, I really do appreciate how easy it is to stumble upon a variety of different blog styles in one, simple place. On any given day, I can log on and see an outrageously funny gif (btw, I pronounce it properly, like "jif"), a fitness photo that makes me want to drop and do 20 pushups, some super abstract & artistic illustration, an inspiring quote and a familiar face in the form of a selfie. Dope, right?

Sometimes.

Other times, I'll be browsing through a randomly innocent tag (guacamole) and somehow have to work my way through some very NSFW pictures (seriously, why are these coming up in the guacamole tag? Guacamole!?). Or I'll be trying to ignore posts that bash the things I stand for. And quite frequently, I'll find my self entranced in an "ism" post. I say "ism" because it's always in defense of a person's stance on a state, condition or doctrine. I.E. Feminism (racism is also another popular topic, but that's another post for another day).

So yeah, feminism. As hard as I try to stay neutral on this one, it's becoming increasingly difficult to do so. Especially since most of the media sites I prefer to visit tend to push the movement. Speaking of movement, where are we now? New wave? New contemporary wave? Post contemporary wave? Post post contemporary wave? I'm just pulling this out the air, but I'm sure in a few decades, when our future generations are studying today's goings on, there'll be an official name for it.

Whatever they choose to call it, I wonder if it's possible to still be part of the movement, and maintain some of my traditional values. Like my last post on being an independent woman... Do I count as a feminist if I enjoy my independence but still plan to take my husband's last name when I get married? Can I claim to be about the modern day woman's agenda if I'd actually be happy & fulfilled being a stay-at-home mom and wife (because I really would). Would the feminists disown me if I admitted to not only wanting a man around permanently, but actually needing one? Who else is going to fix things that break around the house, give my car a tune up, kill bugs and check on those random noises in the middle of the night? Sure, I could learn to do those things myself, but I don't want to. Why take all these responsibilities upon myself when I can have some help, preferably of the male persuasion? Does that mean I'm any less of an empowered woman of today's world?

I'm all for breaking double standards and fighting against the way we as women are so often objectified, but at the same time, I hate having to ascribe to some general way of thinking that may not always line up with my views. For that reason alone, I tend to shy away from the ism conversations (again, racism is another topic for another day). On that same token, I've been known to pick up the check on a date - not because I was necessarily trying to be nice, but because I wanted to make it clear that I didn't need the fella to take me out (or do anything for me), I was there because I wanted to be. Lately I've come to realize that this might just be a jerk move, so I'm scaling back on asserting my womanballs.

I guess the big question would be where's the happy medium. Why is it so easy for a man to find his role in most situations, but that's not the case for us ladies?

Okay... brain spill over.





Why Being an Independent Woman is Expensive.

September 3, 2013

Sunday was the beginning of a new week, a new month and a new quarter. It was a nice little fleeting thought since I also had to drop off the rent check. That's the inspiration behind post. The photo above was taken at a hair salon, a place I hadn't been to in over ten years. My ends were in crappy shape, and I didn't have the patience to work through my curls with my own scissors, nor did I have the motivation to straighten and trim it like I usually do. So, it was either stay looking a hot mess, or cough up women's hair cut prices.

That's the reason... Grooming. A man's haircut will cost $20-$30, max. That's after you add the tip. But how much did I fork over for a solid professional cut? How much? $70. Seventy dollarrrrsss. And here's the kicker: it was discounted. The haircut would've originally cost $100+ (depending on the length), but they were running a special. (shoutout to scoutmob, giving me half off around town since 2011). BUT WAIT, THERE'S MORE.

For women, grooming goes way beyond a hair cut. Had I added a style to my salon visit, I'd've been paying at least $200. Two hundred dollars for a "look" that'll last a week - at most. This is probably why my hair is almost always pulled up or back in a bun. The thing is, I'm not the type to spend money on services I can take care of myself. It's not my style; that's not how I was raised. Maybe it's because my mom is so effortlessly beautiful (shoutout to moms), but I can't recall a time growing up where she got her hair and nails done. I get a professional mani/pedi maybe once a year, if that, and I started to tweeze & trim my own eyebrows instead of getting them threaded every 6 weeks like I used to. The one and only exception is my regular visit to Bella Wax every other month, and if I could get around that, I definitely would. What kind of aliens are those women who wax themselves? Could they teach me? 

I buy clothes more often than my fella friends, and last time I checked, clothes cost money. Like many women these days, I try to keep my food choices clean and somewhat healthy, and I don't even feel like the headache of explaining how expensive healthy eating is these days. My last post talked about my quest for the perfect açaí bowl. Even the crappy one I complained about cost $7. 

So that's it. That's my case for why being an independent woman is expensive. Much respect for all the single moms out there, because if I were taking care of a child, I'd be the prime example of what it means to "let myself go."

Case closed.




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