Von Dutch’s journey comes to an end

This baby has made its way home after a short but sweet stint on-camera with MSNBC’s The Cycle as an extra in Steve Kornacki’s “Steve Speak” segment.

staying in touch

I always used to hate when people would tell me “you’ll understand when you’re older.” Probably because throughout my teen years I was more like 13 going on 30, but also because it was never fun being talked down to. But as I get/got older, I realize there’s truth to it: there are some things you really don’t get until you’re older. Like how you’ll meet people from a million places and that’s amazing and you’ll travel the world together but not necessarily come “home” to the same place, state, city, town.

Like how hard it is to stay in touch. And how hard it can be to maintain and nourish a friendship. And how long-distance friendships can sometimes be even harder than long-distance relationships. Not that I’m any kind of expert in long-distance anything. Just because you do something for a long time doesn’t mean you’re automatically any good at it. But Sunday night I realized that despite my social abilities and networking skills (which I have been made fun of, but also praised for) I’m bad at staying in touch. It’s not a personal thing; I try to spend as much time as possible on my friends who don’t live in New York. But it’s hard. And post-grad made it harder.

In an effort to reconnect with one of my best friends with whom I had recently lost touch, I told her that I think graduating forces us to be introspective. To figure out what we want, where we wanna go, to plan a road map – at least, that’s what it did for this token Type A. But in the process of figuring out myself, I realized that I’ve become too absorbed in me to keep in touch with a lot of the important people I love that aren’t in a 40-minute radius of New York City. That’s a problem. Now, I can’t blame post-grad. Well, actually I can, but it’s not a sufficient excuse for letting a friendship fall by the wayside. It’s easy to get dragged into Netflix as soon as you get home – the seemingly endless supply of 30 Rock and the West Wing have become one of my most cherished post-work rituals. And I think at this point, friends get that. But there’s only so many times someone can call and get no call back. I hereby resolve to start answering my phone a little more, to texting stories that are too long to type but that are important in continuing a relationship, and to all around be a better friend. Because at the end of the day, the West Wing is only 150+ episodes. And when I’m done with them, I’d like to know I still have people to call who will discuss it with me.

#realtalk

Came across this quote today and ask someone who has been called ‘blunt,’ ‘direct,’ and ‘straight forward’ on topics ranging from love to politics to whatever falls between those (I think with negative connotations) I appreciate even more the wise advice of the late Harvey Milk:

Go after her. Fuck, don’t sit there and wait for her to call, go after her because that’s what you should do if you love someone, don’t wait for them to give you a sign cause it might never come, don’t let people happen to you, don’t let me happen to you, or her, she’s not a fucking television show or tornado. There are people I might have loved had they gotten on the airplane or run down the street after me or called me up drunk at four in the morning because they need to tell me right now and because they cannot regret this and I always thought I’d be the only one doing crazy things for people who would never give enough of a fuck to do it back or to act like idiots or be entirely vulnerable and honest and making someone fall in love with you is easy and flying 3000 miles on four days notice because you can’t just sit there and do nothing and breathe into telephones is not everyone’s idea of love but it is the way I can recognize it because that is what I do. Go scream it and be with her in meaningful ways because that is beautiful and that is generous and that is what loving someone is, that is raw and that is unguarded, and that is all that is worth anything, really.

What are you thankful for?

In honor of the holiday on Thursday, which crept up more quickly than I ever remember it, I took some time to pen a list of thanks. My advice, not that you asked, is that you should do the same. It’s always worth remembering, cherishing, and being thankful for what you have when you have it. Check out my list on The Zesty Digest and then go make your own. And because no glamor shots from the high school glory (?) days made it on the list, a small smattering of memories made especially to make amends with Molly B. Kadish. I’d suggest putting on something particularly nostalgic – Teenage Dirtbag, or maybe some When We Were Young to fully enjoy this quick trip down 914 lane.

and finally, because we remembered this so fondly the other night…..

Ke$ha + One Direction = super empty calorie pop that you can’t help but hate/love…oh, and dance to. Lots of dancing to this one.