a picky girl tries to eat

Since the best thing to do with my time is find more ways to spend it not doing schoolwork, I have started a second blog related to all things food, diet, and dietary restrictions. It’s pretty sparse right now, but eventually it will have recipes, book and television show reviews, photos essays, and more. It’s called A Picky Girl Tries to Eat, because it’s not exactly my fault that I’m high maintenance.


an interruption

I’m reading like mad. 81 books since January 1. So much for writing like mad; there’s just no time when you’re devouring so many books and magazines and journals and blogs. Reading just makes me want to read more, which then makes me want to live more and travel more, especially when I read books like The Gastronomical Me or when my parents gush about their recent trip to France and Spain. They keep making statements like, “Europe is amazing!” and “You would really fit in in Paris, Hannah” as if a) those aren’t statements that Captain Obvious would say and b) I can do anything about that currently. I have such an itch to travel, and I have no money or time to do it. So I’m already on the search for jobs that will take me abroad for short spurts, research projects that require travel, and New England and Canadian spots that are only a train away once I move to Boston. I’m thinking Quebec may be my next international destination, and I’m okay with that, as long as Ireland, France, or Cuba come soon after that. In that vein, I also created a travel page to the right.

I’m also updating this blog like mad. You’ll see a new page with all my published book reviews linked. This was an interesting project, because I realized how many of them I don’t have any recollection of at all. I’m glad I keep better track of my reading now, both in a statistical way with GoodReads, and in a more intellectual way with more annotating, journaling, and blogging. I actually don’t have a problem with reading and not remembering what you’ve read (not all the time, at least), but if that’s all you ever do, that’s a problem. So that page is new, I’ve added a gazillion blog and website links, and I actually found links to some of the work I’ve published in the past.

Speaking of publishing, you’ll also see on that page a link to the Swirl blog, where my biracial literature post was re-published. And I just got a poetry acceptance for an online literary journal. I’m going to take more frequent stabs at publication now, because I now remember what a high it is.

Finally, I’m reading the best book ever, and it’s weird, because it’s actually a textbook. But not like a biology one. The Pleasures of Children’s Literature, at least thus far, is an amazing resource on literature study of any kind, of literature teaching of any kind, and it’s really inspiring a lot of exploration and thinking. So I have a post in the works with my ideas coming out of the first few chapters of that.

Hooray for the dog days of summer, when things begin to have meaning again! Being mostly unemployed might be the best thing ever to happen to me.

new year stuff

Another holiday I don’t really do is New Year’s Eve, aside from giddily counting how many books I read in the last calendar year. This time last year, I charged myself to read 40 books, and I wasn’t sure whether I would count books for school or not. I definitely didn’t need to count school stuff, or stuff I read for REDI, which was kind of like school, or for my study abroad, which was just a different institution, but still school. So the final number of pleasure books was 89, six of which were re-reads. I’d say that’s pretty kickass, because I read a ton of books for school, too. So, since I won’t even be in school until the fall at the earliest, I’m going to go for 150 books in 2011. I read all the time at work and on the bus and all, so I should be able to manage it.

When I think of how much I wasted time watching crappy TV shows and being on Facebook, I think I probably could have read 110 books last year. At least. I watched a lot of television on the Internet. It’s rather sad. But at least now I don’t have to feel bad about it, because with all that “Say Yes to the Dress” and “Grey’s Anatomy,” there were also eight books of poetry (not counting all the poetry for class), 11 books of non-fiction, and a lot of fiction for kids, teens, and adults. I guess my idea of being lazy is at least not as lazy as I thought.

Now back to reading The Sun and organizing my iPod.