No Disrespect, That’s Just How I Am

May 29, 2010

I love watching college softball. Some of my friends make fun of me because they don’t think it’s a real sport. Yes, it was taken out of the summer olympics, and it doesn’t have a professional league. (Because curling is so much more difficult and requires so much more skill.) As sad as that all makes me, it also makes me kind of happy. College is the end of a girl’s softball profession, which means they play their best like they’ve got nothing to lose. There aren’t huge sponsors depending on them or paparazzi trying to find dirt on them. They just play.

I don’t really like watching other sports (i.e. football, basketball, baseball is ok) because they’re all a bunch of dudes who do whatever they want and don’t always play for the team or the sport. Don’t get me wrong, I like watching football and basketball. (And yes, I know it seems ironic that I don’t watch the WNBA then.) But it’s like watching A League of Their Own, but in real life. Maybe because it makes me sad knowing the girls can’t pursue it any farther…maybe it makes it all seem more dramatic, more human.

I don’t know. I’m just in a Girls Rule kind of mood.

Home Is Wherever I’m With You

May 28, 2010

Yesterday I realized something that makes me different from the rest of NYC. (Maybe not all of NYC, but a good portion of it.) I realized that New York City is for people who can’t be themselves anywhere else. And that’s simply not the case for me. More often than not, I have to return home to remember who I am. Sometimes I feel NYC confuses me, gives me things I can be but nothing I want to be. Sometimes I lose perspective.

And for me, that’s what home is for. And that’s why I have to leave. I have to go home with no distractions and figure out what I’m supposed to do. I believe that someday I’ll come back to NYC. I’m not done with it, even though it may be done with me. So…that’s my plan.

False Alarm

May 16, 2010

Short. Sweet. Let me get to the point.

I’ve been watching a lot of Hey Arnold! recently, and I’ve realized that the show was almost too smart for kids. For its time. A color-penciled animation about a bunch of 4th graders listening to jazz, hanging out in Brooklyn, believing in the power of radio, reciting Shakespeare, and writing not-half-bad love poems…it’s just too good.

My only question is: who’s in charge of the music? Is it Jim Lang?