Introducing: A I live with someone, a boyfriend. His name is A. I’ll be referring to him as such. A, not boyfriend. I don’t like to type out “my boyfriend” too much. Nor will A. be the “The Roomate” (old school Dooce-style), nor The Dude (which is an awesome moniker from J. at fullcredit). This morning, I made thoughtful protestations to going to work, by groaning like an angry toddler: A: “I think my body is rejecting work” Me: “You’ll have to take antibiotics until your 64, or you win the lottery.”

“The great day was coming, [Susan B. Anthony] promised: “It’s coming sooner than most people think.” I love this remark even more because she made it in 1895.

“Sometimes I fantasize about traveling back through time and telling my historical heroes and heroines how well things worked out in the end. I particularly enjoy the part where I find Vincent van Gogh and inform him that one of the unsold paintings piled up over in the corner will eventually go for $80 million. But I never imagine telling Susan B. Anthony how well American women are doing in the 21st century because her faith in her country and her cause was so strong that she wouldn’t be surprised.”

I used to be much more of an optimist.  And, I’ve become more political pessimistic about the capabilities of our government.  I chalked it up to maturity, exposure and expanding my knowledge of recent political history.   However, I think I’ve confused pessimism for realism and this great Gail Collins article (link in title) about the long struggle to achieving the 19th amendment is inspiring.  I’m not saying that I suddenly think this country and its mechanisms will transform overnight into a magic Finland-like country with low taxes if we just clap our hands and believe. And the opposing forces are more entrenched then they were 90 years ago.  But if we truly want something to happen, it can. It might take 25 years and a lot of failed attempts but (yes) we can make our way towards a more perfect union. 

I got a letter from myself from 2006 saying “hey, Spoon is awesome, you should see them more than just at Bumbershoot!”  And tonight, listening to them it and then googling their tour dates it seems that they suffer from popularity.  Which means, that unfortunately, the band must travel to exotic locations to perform. 

This is my life list goal: Travel to one of these exotic locations to see one of the justifiably popular bands I love solely to see their show.  Surely, if Spoon can deign to stop in Olso there must be enough to build an entire vacation around it (full disclosure, I have been fascinated by Scandinavian, even Copenhagen, for quite awhile). 

And since I started this blog the day I was fed up with Acme job and have since applied for new jobs I’m thinking Internet promises to yourself may be the best kind.

Yesterday, the following excellent moments happened while I was at work:

• The presumed new Dad of my organization turned down the job.
• This means my boss will remain on vacation, instead of coming back early to be as superhelpfulgenuinelyattachedtothenewDad’sbacksideashumanlypossible.  It’s a legendary skill.
• We had cake for our interns goodbye.
• And by cake we mean leftover reception food, the good booze and in the good room with a bartender.
• So Happy Hour became, I just came from three glasses of champagne while still clocked-in evening.

I will still do everything humanely possible to escape this place but I will give credit where credit is due.  Thank you Acme Job for saving me $20 last night. 

This time last summer I was at a wedding for my boyfriend’s cousin.  Two aunts wondered during cocktail hour “Hmm, I wondered who is next?” and stared at me.  I did what I planned on doing when these inevitable moments: drink. 

Well, one of their siblings is in the midst of their third or fourth divorce, which commenced shortly after last year’s latest family wedding wrapped up (timed to avoid ancestoral wrath imported from the old country.)  Clearly, those aunts are in the presence of martial greatness.  so adept in fact that their sibling put the wheels in motion for the future marriage while still in the latest one - their preferred style. 

So HA!  I guess you they should have thought longer about the answer for who’s next. 

Let’s start at the beginning.  A very good place to start.  So, why am a blogging?  Because, I should give back to the blog-universe. I want to write more than emails and sporadic journal entries.  Also, replying to other tumblr posts without a tumblr account feels odd. And Charlsie told me to start a tumblr.  Finally, it’s much easier to let the internet remember the blogs I like instead of scraps of paper.

Blogs have done a lot for me.  I have a job that takes less than my full attention, far less attention than any occupation before.  I was updating my resume five months ago and thought “is excellent at reading blogs and frequently checking the same blogs for updates a skill or an interest?”  Well in reality I thought, “don’t mention how you are expert at minimizing your true workday”.  In the past fifteen months I’ve been at acme job I’ve developed a blog proficiency reserved for the most elite procrastinators.  Yes, I am a blogert (blog-expert?)

But which blogs?  Well, cooking blogs but that’s another day.  Mommy blogs but I’m not a mom.  I’m not sure I’ll be a mom but I love the stories.  Funny blogs.  Inspiring blogs. Blogs in the west.  Blogs in the Midwest.  Blogs in NY.

In fifteen months I’ve read a lot of blogs at this acme job. A job I took after three swan-dived in 2008 and the economy crashed down around us into 2009.  Steady money, benefits, low expectations on higher ground.

And in that time of resting my arms after treading water for 2008 I’ve loved the blogs, hated the job.  After yet another frustrating, tear-soaked, talking-to-myself/my-cell-phone-while-still-in-the-parking-garage week at the acme job (which I vowed in February to leave) I’m still here with little action to show for it but nightmares and self-admonishment for staying frozen in place. 

Which brings us to the very beginning of this blog.  My first blog entry and my last day of minor steps towards big leaps.  Or, at the very least, a new, shiny form of procrastination.