The First And The Last Time

In my house, my father cooks. He says it's because he likes to eat. But last night, when I got home my mother offered to make me dinner while she was making something for herself. I thought it was nice. It's the first time in recent memory that my mother has made me dinner.

It was also the last.

Let's just say she, um, set the hamburgers on fire in the oven. I think my father will continue to do most of the cooking...

Poem of the Day: Culled From the Subway Edition

I saw this on the subway on the way home from Baltimore (in which I saw good friends and spent way too much time on Greyhound) and really liked it. I love Poetry in Motion and the subway system and New York...

Men Say They Know Many Things

By Henry David Thoreau

Men say they know many things;

But lo! they have taken wings, —

The arts and sciences,

And a thousand appliances;

The wind that blows

Is all that anybody knows.

And I'm Not Exactly a Basketball Fan

A wise friend once told me, "You miss 100 percent of the shots you don't take." At the time, that was really important to me and sort of convinced me that I could take the chance and do what I was afraid of. I'm taking a deep breath and hoping that sentiment can do it again.

On Settling and Passion

My mother, last night, told me, essentially, that I have to settle. It wasn't quite like that, but she told me I should stay in my current job for as long as possible because the pay is good and the benefits are good. (This spurred by the news that, come the new year, I will have dental insurance and vision insurance. I didn't even know I didn't have vision insurance.)

And my mother's right. (I don't say that very often, so you might want to take note.) The pay is good, the insurance is very good, the hours (for a copy editor) are good, and the work is good.

But. It is not amazing. It is not the place I want to stay forever. I enjoy what I do, but it doesn't fulfill me. I like the job, but I don't love it. And I just can't imagine spending my entire life, or even a few years, at a job that I don't love.

I'm too young to settle.

In Which My Grandmother Tries to Set Me Up With a Porn Addict

I love my grandmother. Really I do. She is great and she loves me and cares about me and is always there for me and thank God doesn't read this blog.

But, apparently due to the fact that my cousin who is a few months younger than me is just about to have her second child and my cousin who is four years younger than me just started dating (though I would like to note that she has been back from seminary for, um, less than five months), I have become the family old maid.

Which means that I have become my grandmother's shidduch project. Which is even more unfortunate because after making a few phone calls, she called me last week convinced she had the perfect guy for me. One phone call to a friend who once sorta knew the guy told me that he used to brag to girls he barely knew about liking porn.

Now, I really don't care to think about how many guys like porn, but I do know that I don't want to date a guy who brags about it.

Now I just have to figure out what to tell my grandmother...

Note to Self: Do Not Complicate Your Kids' Lives

Note to self: When you have kids, do not give them English names they'll never use and call them by different Hebrew names so that when they have to do things like register for standardized test time after time after time or apply to college or whatnot, their lives will be miserable. Hebrew names. Give 'em the name you will call 'em and call it a day.

Deep Thought of the Day: The Shopping Edition

The good news: I will probably one day make a very cute pregnant lady. The bad news: Thanks to this season's fashions, if I want to find any tops this season, I'm going to have to settle for looking pregnant now. I'm thinking I'm not going to be doing very much successful shopping for a while.