my new and blatant disregard for the english language, and That Other Thing.
my comma usage has gotten out of control. it must be stopped. i'm writing a paper--same paper as last week, actually, since the deadline has been pushed back twice now--and this one sentence i wrote contains seven commas. that's excessive even for me. this is what happens when i have no sense of urgency about my school work on top of an obvious lack of understanding about correct comma usage, which normally isn't a problem so what's up with that? the editor in me is horrified (and perhaps on permanent vacation). this is the terrible, horrible, no good very bad sentence:
"As a result, and as part of the larger political climate, it is becoming clear that heroic leadership, especially in the world of politics, is not working, and needs to be accompanied, if not replaced, by more resourceful means of problem solving. "
that doesn't even make sense. there's a thought in there somewhere but it's been completely lost since the commas hijacked my writing.
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so far i've avoided saying anything (on here) about the thing that has taken over my life recently, even though it hasn't gone away and isn't going to any time soon and has the potential to drastically change my life. i've been hesitant to mention it because once you admit something it makes it true. and even if it is true and you've already talked about it ad nauseum with your very understanding friends, once you admit it in blogland that makes it truer and frighteningly permanent. and that's scary.
but. one of the reasons i have this blog is to keep up with shit (a lot of it is trivial shit, but still). and to procrastinate, obviously. i thought about it and for some reason i don't want to look back on this and think, huh, this huge chunk of what was happening in my life is missing from my blog. what happened? in theory i want to be able to constructively complain about my life on here. because what good is public space where i get to say whatever i want if i can't bitch like everyone else? that's what i thought.
with that said, i'm moving out of my lovely, lovely house at the end of this month because alvin and i are having problems. we have many layers of problems that aren't going away and no amount of talking about will fix. the moving out was my idea, and i don't know if this will be temporary or permanent, and life kinda sucks right now. i have found that once you decide to move out it is best to do it as soon as possible and not, say, wait for three weeks after voicing your decision (even though the waiting part is out of necessity, it's adding to the suckage) because the potential to cause each other pain by merely existing in the same space-or, worse yet, talking--is pretty high, if not an outright certainty.
so. i have no idea what's going to happen with us, but i value the opportunity to have some space and time to think. i think i know where i'm moving but it's not definite yet. i'm going to miss my dogs, and i'm going to miss alvin, and did i mention my lovely house? but i think this is for the best.
"As a result, and as part of the larger political climate, it is becoming clear that heroic leadership, especially in the world of politics, is not working, and needs to be accompanied, if not replaced, by more resourceful means of problem solving. "
that doesn't even make sense. there's a thought in there somewhere but it's been completely lost since the commas hijacked my writing.
*****
so far i've avoided saying anything (on here) about the thing that has taken over my life recently, even though it hasn't gone away and isn't going to any time soon and has the potential to drastically change my life. i've been hesitant to mention it because once you admit something it makes it true. and even if it is true and you've already talked about it ad nauseum with your very understanding friends, once you admit it in blogland that makes it truer and frighteningly permanent. and that's scary.
but. one of the reasons i have this blog is to keep up with shit (a lot of it is trivial shit, but still). and to procrastinate, obviously. i thought about it and for some reason i don't want to look back on this and think, huh, this huge chunk of what was happening in my life is missing from my blog. what happened? in theory i want to be able to constructively complain about my life on here. because what good is public space where i get to say whatever i want if i can't bitch like everyone else? that's what i thought.
with that said, i'm moving out of my lovely, lovely house at the end of this month because alvin and i are having problems. we have many layers of problems that aren't going away and no amount of talking about will fix. the moving out was my idea, and i don't know if this will be temporary or permanent, and life kinda sucks right now. i have found that once you decide to move out it is best to do it as soon as possible and not, say, wait for three weeks after voicing your decision (even though the waiting part is out of necessity, it's adding to the suckage) because the potential to cause each other pain by merely existing in the same space-or, worse yet, talking--is pretty high, if not an outright certainty.
so. i have no idea what's going to happen with us, but i value the opportunity to have some space and time to think. i think i know where i'm moving but it's not definite yet. i'm going to miss my dogs, and i'm going to miss alvin, and did i mention my lovely house? but i think this is for the best.
posted by sarah at 12:51 PM
3 Comments:
^^^I agree with Susan. Rollercoaster are a fun way to distract yourself from life and its annoyances.
BTW, As long as you don't comma splice sentances, it's okay.
because what good is public space where i get to say whatever i want if i can't bitch like everyone else?
So true. Although, I don't want a repeat of what Dooce went through, so I have to keep my work bitching offline. I mainly use my blog to post pictures and inane commentary.
Sarah,
As someone going through a similar situation, all I can say is you are probably better off doing something now instead of waiting 38 years like I did.
And I think your hair looks really cute!
sandy, i'm sorry to hear you're going through something similar, and i agree that sooner is better than later. i hope you're doing ok.
susan--i vowed never to get on a roller coaster after the last one i rode four years ago at the boardwalk in santa cruz, california. and i loved roller coasters before that experience...it was scary. you know what's usually less scary but equally fun as roller coasters? shoe shopping. ;)
cindy--i'd like to avoid the dooce problem, too. i've been tempted many times to say certain things that i've then thought better of. it's a good thing the self-censorship occasionally kicks in.
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