Here's the link:
stumbleintohappiness.blogspot.com
See you all on the other side!
Marjorie
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Thursday, February 16, 2012
A few updates
I've decided to legally change my name. I'll be substituting my one last name for two last names in honor of the two people who have expended the energy to raise me. One is related to me biologically; the other is not. Nonetheless, they are my parents, I love them both, and I want my name to reflect that.
I've decided to begin a new blog, Penetrating Syllogisms, which will likely go up sometime in March. I used to beat myself up about not really posting when I got back from Beijing at the end of August, but a) school was hectic, and b) reverse culture shock and the emotional maturation that follows can be messy and I wasn't ready to vomit undigested feelings onto a semi-public space. Finally, I'm okay with this being just a travel blog that captures just one year of my life. It was a lot of things, that year, but it was. I'm in a different place now, pursuing new projects and thinking about a variety of things, and I want a new place to explore all of that.
The people I have met along this journey have thoroughly impressed me with their wit, kindness, humor and insight. I would like to take all of you with me, but I understand if you can't make the trip.
It's been amazing. Hope to see most, if not all of you, in March.
Love,
Marjorie
I've decided to begin a new blog, Penetrating Syllogisms, which will likely go up sometime in March. I used to beat myself up about not really posting when I got back from Beijing at the end of August, but a) school was hectic, and b) reverse culture shock and the emotional maturation that follows can be messy and I wasn't ready to vomit undigested feelings onto a semi-public space. Finally, I'm okay with this being just a travel blog that captures just one year of my life. It was a lot of things, that year, but it was. I'm in a different place now, pursuing new projects and thinking about a variety of things, and I want a new place to explore all of that.
The people I have met along this journey have thoroughly impressed me with their wit, kindness, humor and insight. I would like to take all of you with me, but I understand if you can't make the trip.
It's been amazing. Hope to see most, if not all of you, in March.
Love,
Marjorie
Friday, December 2, 2011
New Blog?
Considering starting a new blog on the life and adventures of a soon-to-be college graduate, complete with failed attempts at growing up and, of course, writing. Stay tuned.
Friday, November 4, 2011
I Want My Rose-Colored Glasses Back, Part 1
What a difference a week makes!
This past week has had more drama than I can remember. On Saturday a blizzard hit Southern Connecticut and parts of upstate New York with a vengeful force, knocking down trees, causing extensive damage to power lines, leaving my entire campus without power. Power went out Saturday night: by Sunday morning we had only begun to guess the extensiveness of the damage. Trees were downed everywhere; I had to fight my way around a couple of straggling branches on my way to the library, but it was in vain because it was closed. Everything was closed. The entire town was without power. I called my parents and they came and got me and took me back to New York for a couple of days. Those who stayed behind either stayed in their dorms and their houses or huddled together in the library for warmth. By Tuesday power in central campus was restored, but the seniors and many juniors live in separate houses that rely on the town's power source still had no electricity or heat. My poor housemates were sleeping in the same room to stave off the cold. They could see their breath inside the house. In spite of the fact that the seniors were freezing their butts off , my university's administration announced that classes would be resumed on Wednesday, and that homecoming weekend would be happening as scheduled. This was not a popular decision, but what could we do? We're dependent college students. Occupy [my college's name] would not have been an effective strategy.
And then, Wednesday morning, on my way back to campus, I was in a car accident. Thankfully no one is hurt, but the front of the car is damaged pretty badly. I got back to campus in time for my afternoon class, and that night, after 94 hours without heat or electricity, power came back on for everyone else. Power is coming back on slowly for more remote parts of campus, and the rest of the surrounding town should have power by Sunday if not before.
This entire week my brain has been going WTF. At everything. This blog post was supposed to be about reverse culture shock in a more indirect way: I'd be going through my daily life and noticing subtle changes I hadn't before. Upon noticing how my powers of observations have changed, I would reflect, very poetically, about how before I left for Taiwan I was naive to the Great Injustices of the World and now I am growing and becoming a Person, yay for me.
Now I'm just like OMG We have heat and light and electricity! Hooray! Back to my mountains of homework!
Sorry for the lack of insight this time around--it's just been one of those weeks.
See you all soon!
Marjorie
This past week has had more drama than I can remember. On Saturday a blizzard hit Southern Connecticut and parts of upstate New York with a vengeful force, knocking down trees, causing extensive damage to power lines, leaving my entire campus without power. Power went out Saturday night: by Sunday morning we had only begun to guess the extensiveness of the damage. Trees were downed everywhere; I had to fight my way around a couple of straggling branches on my way to the library, but it was in vain because it was closed. Everything was closed. The entire town was without power. I called my parents and they came and got me and took me back to New York for a couple of days. Those who stayed behind either stayed in their dorms and their houses or huddled together in the library for warmth. By Tuesday power in central campus was restored, but the seniors and many juniors live in separate houses that rely on the town's power source still had no electricity or heat. My poor housemates were sleeping in the same room to stave off the cold. They could see their breath inside the house. In spite of the fact that the seniors were freezing their butts off , my university's administration announced that classes would be resumed on Wednesday, and that homecoming weekend would be happening as scheduled. This was not a popular decision, but what could we do? We're dependent college students. Occupy [my college's name] would not have been an effective strategy.
And then, Wednesday morning, on my way back to campus, I was in a car accident. Thankfully no one is hurt, but the front of the car is damaged pretty badly. I got back to campus in time for my afternoon class, and that night, after 94 hours without heat or electricity, power came back on for everyone else. Power is coming back on slowly for more remote parts of campus, and the rest of the surrounding town should have power by Sunday if not before.
This entire week my brain has been going WTF. At everything. This blog post was supposed to be about reverse culture shock in a more indirect way: I'd be going through my daily life and noticing subtle changes I hadn't before. Upon noticing how my powers of observations have changed, I would reflect, very poetically, about how before I left for Taiwan I was naive to the Great Injustices of the World and now I am growing and becoming a Person, yay for me.
Now I'm just like OMG We have heat and light and electricity! Hooray! Back to my mountains of homework!
Sorry for the lack of insight this time around--it's just been one of those weeks.
See you all soon!
Marjorie
Monday, October 24, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
You Are Your Most Important Character
I survived the first round of midterms unscathed. My second round of midterms is the first week of November, and I have a paper due in a week and a half. But! I am not thinking about those things right now, because fall break is this weekend! Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!
I can't wait to catch up with all of you and see what magical words of mighty fiction you have been churning out. I am sure they are numerous and splendid.
I have been feeling a bit guilty about putting aside my extra-curriculars such as blogging and fictioning. But graduating from college is not optional. It has something I have been forced to focus on with razor-sharp concentration. I've been plowing through papers, short and long, week after week. I can't believe it's already the middle of the semester.
My creative side side, as a result, has been feeling a little neglected. "What about your characters?" it has asked me, sniffling a little. "What about developing your voice and devoting yourself to launching your surely splendiferous literary career?" Thus far, I haven't been able to come up with anything to console it other than bottles of wine my meager student budget can afford and binging on reruns of The West Wing.
But last week during office hours, it hit me.
In a weird way, you could say I am working on my fiction while I do my mountains of government reading and taking notes during class. I'm forcing my brain to get smarter and more critical. The stuff I was writing two months ago is not going to cut it now. And I am writing. The typing hasn't stopped. The main characters are just not in my head, but on the world stage. I'm pretty sure my characters are going to get more interesting and nuanced, because I'm training the organ that creates them. As long as you're growing and learning, you're working on your writing. The most important character to improve is yourself.
Happy Pumpkin Month.
Marjorie
I can't wait to catch up with all of you and see what magical words of mighty fiction you have been churning out. I am sure they are numerous and splendid.
I have been feeling a bit guilty about putting aside my extra-curriculars such as blogging and fictioning. But graduating from college is not optional. It has something I have been forced to focus on with razor-sharp concentration. I've been plowing through papers, short and long, week after week. I can't believe it's already the middle of the semester.
My creative side side, as a result, has been feeling a little neglected. "What about your characters?" it has asked me, sniffling a little. "What about developing your voice and devoting yourself to launching your surely splendiferous literary career?" Thus far, I haven't been able to come up with anything to console it other than bottles of wine my meager student budget can afford and binging on reruns of The West Wing.
But last week during office hours, it hit me.
In a weird way, you could say I am working on my fiction while I do my mountains of government reading and taking notes during class. I'm forcing my brain to get smarter and more critical. The stuff I was writing two months ago is not going to cut it now. And I am writing. The typing hasn't stopped. The main characters are just not in my head, but on the world stage. I'm pretty sure my characters are going to get more interesting and nuanced, because I'm training the organ that creates them. As long as you're growing and learning, you're working on your writing. The most important character to improve is yourself.
Happy Pumpkin Month.
Marjorie
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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