I promise to get up and feed the cat so you can stay in bed.
I promise to always have Sriracha in our fridge.
I promise to always drive the right way, with three pedals, the way you taught me.
I promise to use coasters.
I promise to take care of you, to make you soup when you are sick, and to bug you to eat your vegetables and come running with me so we can prolong the years we spend together.
I promise to keep my temper and to be honest about my feelings. To communicate freely and to trust when you say that things will always work out. To worry a little less.
I promise to accept the flaws that we have and to celebrate our strengths.
I promise to let you buy whatever video games you want, and play them with you whenever we can (even Skyrim, even though I was terrible at it). I promise to embrace your geekiness just as you embrace mine, and to only be
very a little bit jealous of your Portal solving skills.
I promise to protect Azeroth with you.
I promise to sneak kisses at inappropriate times, because it’s really cute when you blush.
I promise to never order a cheesesteak with Swiss or provolone, but to agree to disagree about whether mushrooms are an acceptable topping. I promise to eat the tomatoes from your salads if you promise that I never have to eat a hard boiled egg.
I promise to be faithful to our marriage.
I promise to accept the struggle. I promise to work at this, just like we have worked at this all along. I promise to stop running away from what scares me. I promise not to use “I’m sorry you feel that way” instead of a real apology.
I promise to have adorable little Filipino babies with you, if we feel like it, or we can adopt needy children, or neither. I promise that if we feel like it, we can live our lives with just two cats and a nice car — whatever makes us the happiest.
I promise to love your family as my own, embracing cultural divides and understanding that at some point we may have no choice but to hang a large fork and spoon on our kitchen wall.
I promise to welcome you as a permanent part of my family — the whole big fat Italian thing, even the Republicans.
I promise to be joyful and silly enough for the both of us, to play along with (most of) your jokes and take myself (a little) less seriously. I promise to laugh, often and truly.
I promise that whatever happens, I will try my hardest.
And I promise to love you and adore you, as I already do so much, every day of our lives.
(Here’s a picture we made a group of older couples take right after the proposal. I was still crying and for some reason I grabbed Mike’s tie. Maybe to keep me from falling down.)
I had a really cool food blog when I was in college and people went completely nuts over that shit. Today I was trying to find something for a different Harcharek and found an absurdly naive radio interview I did in 2010. Pretty fun.
I am no longer that cool.
Philly Mag inspired this post today by using this phase to describe gourmet hot dogs. No hard feelings to the fine folks at the magazine, but the quote “is having a moment” turns up 277,000 Google results in less than a second. Sriracha, Zoe Strauss, Roy Halladay, velvet, fried animal skin, breastfeeding, cognac, Israel, Miranda Lambert, bread, neon, biz dev, Georges Méliès, musical theater, intrauterine devices (the IUD), the city of Chicago, gold lip gloss and synthetic pot are all, it seems, having a moment.
It made me think about some of the lazy or sneakily cliche phrases that appear in my own writing now (there are only so many ways to make advertorial profiles seem appealing), back when I was a cub reporter covering events with all the finesse of a baby giraffe, and across the industry overall.
Here are a few ideas off the top. I have
most likely almost certainly used every one of these before and will try my damnedest not to use them again.
I know I’ve been guilty (still am, sometimes) of using lazy solutions or cliches when I need to just get the damn story done. But I promise not to use these anymore.
Any suggestions on what to add to this list?
~ a comment on today’s “What is the most uplifting fact that you know?" thread on Reddit
You’re not small. You’re not merely a microscopic mote floating around in space. You exist in a magnitude of size where you can simultaneously appreciate the vastness of the universe and the minuteness of molecules.
An accepted estimate for the number of stars in the observable universe falls on the order of 1022. There are around 1027 atoms in your body. You are 100,000 universes of atoms, shaped by hundreds of millions of years of evolution, who can marvel at your own consciousness. You are awesome.
January 2011: After picking up and fleeing my job as a police reporter in Cumberland County, New Jersey, I started a gig as a staff writer for a medical publication company.
Enticed by the hefty salary and ability to work just three miles from my house, I ignored the warning signs that A. this wasn’t the job I actually applied for and B. I was wholly under qualified.
Dealing with my crippling anxiety and depression was a daily thing, but it got better with time and instantly dropped about 20 notches after I stopped having contact with several people who constantly provoked it to the surface.
I started a Tumblr. There were a few snow days. I joined a gym and went on Citalopram and Xanax, which helped me get through the workdays much easier.
February: I get back into drawing with Hourly Comic Day, which continued for about a week after the event, writing revealing, funny, cute or sad little pictures about my day to day.
Until I was fired, that is.
My mind is empty. My body is like the vast, expansive sky~
This week’s yoga mantra.
Inhale, empty mind. Exhale, expansive body.