The End.

 

The End is where all souls meet

and no one can escape

The layers drip down

A cesspool

The End is where all things go

Over the edge

Steady

Flow

Is the picture pretty

the same for one and all?

Is the ending frightening

with blood and fire

and judgment?

Where all your demons

wait with open arms to drag you farther down?

I don’t know—

I haven’t been.

But whatever waits

beyond the final page

is definite

a full stop

a period.

The End.

 

Sincerely,

Emilie

Of Mermaids and Thigh Highs and Reality TV

I am so delighted at all of the positive reactions to my Sincerelymagazine. It started out as a bit of an, “oh, the cleverness of me” joke, but I feel like it may turn into an actual thing. With a lot more work and possibly pictures of more than just me (the shock! the horror! I know) there may be more issues in the future.

I have had the most delightful week off from work due to MLKday and then four snow days (today being the final). I have created the mag, caught up on Dexter, Project Runway Allstars, read two books, three magazines, started Arrested Development, cleaned, done some sewing, learned how to restring a guitar (accidentally breaking a string in the process meaning that I get to do it again), actually practiced my flute and piano, gotten over the flu, received my brilliant new designer glasses in the mail, watched Miss America 2012, exercised every day, and not been able to go anywhere. This was my car yesterday:

Not leaving the house does not make for much blog fodder, but I am determined to prevail and post anyway.

There have been a lot of people asking me lately why I am not “dating” or telling me I ought to put myself out there and date. Let me be frank–I have no problem with going out on dates with men but I don’t really buy into the whole process of getting those dates. For instance, I don’t have any desire to join an online dating page, or to go troll bars looking for single guys, and I’m not really surrounded by a bevy of interested, mature, and single men in my every day life. So, I have come up with a solution.

Ladies and Gents, get ready for this: I need to be the next Bachelorette! Wouldn’t I be absolutely brilliant on reality tv? My reality platform would be “never dated” and it would be an amazing crash course into the world of dating with years worth of drama condensed into a couple of weeks. Plus, think of the awesome clothing I could wear! It’s perfect! Except for the engagement at the end…and the fact that the whole scheme is kind of skeazy, and the fact that I do not think it works and if I were on the show I’d be doing it ironically and I don’t think they would appreciate that. Well, it was an almost perfect plan.

I will just continue spending my Friday nights reading books and my days off taking photos of myself.

After finding some pics of MiniMe my mother laughed and said, “You and your sister, Emilie, you always know where the camera is”. It is so true, ever since I was old enough to grasp the concept of the photo I have had a sixth sense in detecting when the lens is trained on me. Evidence:

Did you catch the model fierce eyes in some of those photos, and the fashion sense in the others? Glad to know that I am consistent.

For a while I started working to make my fashion sketches more and more realistic, but lately I have eschewed that and have begun to amp up the signature IE cartoon style, and I think this may stick for a while. My drawings are very me, and I am going to celebrate them rather than change them.

Shopping things I am very excited for:

1–The Jason Wu collection for Target: 

2–My “Her Words” Collection notebooks from Compendium, Inc. (my absolute favorite paper/journal company): I already own and have almost filled this one

so I ordered a few more.

   

3–My Betsey Johnson tights/socks which I ordered from Hautelook:

  

I will end this rambling post with a happy snapshot of me in my lovely new Vera Wang glasses:

Sincerely,

Emilie

P.S. I am also now obsessed with The Mermaid by Giovanni Segantini (it was shown in the January issue of Marie Claire Magazine) and I want a print of it for my future music room:

SINCERELYmagazine–January 2012 “SNOWPOCALYPSE”

For today’s blog post, please click below:

SINCERELY magazine January 2012

Sincerely,

Emilie

Seeing Clearly to the Future

Here is the honest truth: I miss being in school.

I miss it so much.

It isn’t really the people (although they were great).

It isn’t the campus (I work there everyday).

It is the simple reality of being in a space devoted purely to educating the mind and freeing the intellect. The day to day dialectic. The responsibility to dissect every word read, every picture seen, everything experience for what lies beneath.

I miss lectures, I miss taking copious notes, I miss homework. Mostly, I miss the academic essay. When, other than being a student, can one walk from room to room and see others engaged in heated academic discussion?

Last night I began to write a paper comparing a novel to its film adaptation because I thirst so much for a literature class. Yes, you heard me, an honest-to-god citations-and-all paper. Anyway, how fair is it to train me up for the last sixteen years for academics to be my day to day reality and then just expect me to get over it once I graduate? Why, when I was so happy in the classroom, am I expected to be without school the rest of my life? This is a cruel world in which we live. Even continuing on to a higher degree is only a stop-measure on the inevitability of life apart from being actively engaged in the classroom. Unless….

I have gone back and forth over the years pondering the possibility of teaching. I have long since decided that I could not teach at a level lower than college. Over the past six months not being in a classroom setting I have come to realize just how much I love it. I have always loved helping teach concepts to others and I think I could be an excellent professor with training. You know me, my plans are always changing. But for now my dreams are to get an MFA in Playwriting and then continue on in my education and eventually teach playwriting/theatre while continuing my music, writing, acting, and directing. An academic setting would be the perfect place for me to continue pursuing all that I love to do while also imparting my passion for knowledge on others. I love nothing more than using my skills to help others to pursue their potential.

I don’t know when I will continue on this journey, but the more I seriously consider it the more I desire it.

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I have also had some other dramatic life changes recently. For instance, I have now joined the rest of the world in wearing a contact in each eye. I have taken pleasure in in the past confusing people by announcing that I have my contact (singular) in, but those days are no more. I now have contacts for both eyes and am astounded that I can see clearly. Up close, far away, none of it is blurry! I also have a terrible astigmatism in my right eye and a more mild one in my left. One box for each eye of the astigmatism contacts were more than I used to pay for four boxes of my old prescription. Phah.

I also ordered new glasses from Coastal.com and cannot wait for them to reach me. (Super bargain–there is a “first pair free” deal on this site. I entered my new prescription, found the glasses and got to virtually try them on, and then only paid $52 because I wanted to upgrade to a different lens with multiple coatings. It was free shipping over $50, and my designer glasses ended up costing me about the same as a box of contacts. When I have to order new contacts it will definitely be online).

Look:

I also recently purchased a Verilux HappyLight (R) and after two hours of exposure I cannot begin to describe how much more energized and amazing I feel.

Ever since writing an A+ paper on Seasonal Affective Disorder in my Psych class I have wondered casually about the symptoms. I do become much more lethargic, cravy, and a little depressed during the winter. Rather than go through the bother of getting a doctor’s appointment (who does that?) I took some online quizzes* that I am sure are highly reliable and decided that I ought to go and buy one. Being the bargain shopper I found the desktop model I wanted for $31 on Overstock.com and I cannot begin to tell you how much I love this purchase.

*sidenote= I am too smart for most online quizzes. I too often can choose my results because I am good at ferreting out the meanings of the answers. I think that this is similar to my inborn talent (and delight) for standardized tests. I am seriously a standardized test goddess. Perhaps it is also related to my love for other things that most people hate: for the Dentist’s office, huffing rubber  cement, and pouring stinging antiseptics into my own open wounds?

After one hour of sitting in front of the happy lamp I felt happy, got up and exercised, made my mom her cookies, tidied, and smiled a lot. I am convinced that I was correct in my need for this purchase.

Since I have to go to bed in an hour in order to be able to get up for work in the morning I shall leave you now, happier than I’ve been all month, and hoping that you are happy too. I can see!

 

Sincerely,

Emilie

Vacation is Over

The week and two days off from work I had over Christmas break were brilliant–I ate a lot, accomplished next to nothing, and moved very little. I needed that. I needed to retreat into myself and become slothful, and hibernate. Now, like a bear, I am crawling out of that cave and will use the stored up fat (or rest, in this analogy…and, to be honest, also fat…) to power my way through the rest of the year ready to take on challenges and become the most ferocious me I can be.

Or best.

Don’t mind my terrible and loopy metaphoric babble–I’m in a bit of an exercise high so I cannot be held accountable for what I am saying. Er, typing.

I meant it when I said I intended to slim down some more this year, and so far day one has gone very well. (Today was day one, because it was the first day back at work). Now I only have 361 to go! (Because I like a dramatic finish). I was under my calorie limit, I had a solid workout, and I wrote it all down.

On a completely unrelated sidenote, I was looking at teeth whitening strips today at Target (I’m dabbling) and was quite tickled to make a wonderful discovery. The Crest 3Dwhite product line is on sale (I already use the toothpaste, and, so it matches, the toothbrush) but I had not ventured into the whitening strips. A box of 7 tops and bottoms (one week) is on sale right now for $44.

Wow.

But the toothbrushes are on sale for right now for $2.99, and with select brushes come a one day set of whitening strips in order to entice you to purchase the box. Are you seeing what I am seeing?

Simply buy 7 toothbrushes for half the price of a box of whitening strips, and get your teeth pearly along with a bonus of 7 amazing toothbrushes! I think I might just go back and do that…

And now, without a single attempt at graceful segue, I will discuss another matter that is dear to my heart: the lack of a single snowflake falling this winter where I live.

I am quite put out.

I mean, the powerful wind and sideways rain on Christmas day was expected, but not even a frozen sparkle? Not once?

I still have hope, because I do remember a couple of years ago when we had that freak May snow at SMU.

Finally, I believe that I will be ready to move out within the next few months (probably when my car payment is finished) so I shall have to research. Any advice, suggestions, openings?

 

Sincerely,

(a resolved-to-get-to-bed-earlier)

Emilie

My Multi-Faceted Self

These are the most common false assumptions made about me:

…that because I am artistic I am not logical

…that because I majored in music and theatre I must be terrible at math

…that because I plan to continue in the arts I am doomed to a life of waitressing

…that because I love Broadway I hate all other types of music

…that because I am blonde, bubbly, and large-breasted I am unintelligent

…that because I am overweight I am lazy and unfit

…that because I dress in a stylish, zany way I cannot be practical

…that because I care about my appearance I am shallow

…that because I am female I am weak

…that because I am female my greatest desire is to be wife and mother

…that because I am twenty two I am incapable

…that because I am single I am deficient, miserable, or homosexual

…that because I am not well-traveled I am uncultured

…that because I live at home I am not capable of taking care of myself

…that because I am not currently performing I have given up on the arts

…that because I prefer a quiet night with close friends to dancing at a bar I am no fun

…that because I love beauty I cannot get my hands dirty

…that because I own collector Barbie dolls I have not grown up

…that because I am female I must love children

…that because I am well-spoken I must be prim and snobbish

…that because I am confident I must be loud-mouthed and overbearing

…that because I can change my mind quickly I have no opinions of my own

…that because I love classic literature I cannot love science fiction and fantasy

…that because I value reason and logic I have no freedom

…that because I allow my plans to change when necessary I will never accomplish my goals

 

I hate the way society judges-one or the either but never both, never more. I hate the way the town I come from, the color of my hair, the shape or size of my body, my interests, my upbringing all constantly, in the eyes of others, confine me to one particular role or another.

All squares are rectangles but not all rectangles are squares.

All people share humanity, but human interest does not confine a person to a single definition.

Embrace your multi-faceted self, and stop addressing only one side of me.

 

Sincerely,

Emilie

Welcome to the World

Born yesterday evening, my little nephew Malcolm Elliott:

[Photo sent by: My brother, A.--proud first-time father]

Malcolm joined the world at 7:35 pm EST yesterday, December 18th, 2011.

At 20 (or 20.5, depending on who you believe) inches and 6 pounds twelve ounces, Malcolm is the newest family member to inherit the famed German nose, which earned our family the last name meaning: “beak of a bird”.

I am so happy for my brother and sister-in-law!

I also cannot wait for when Malcolm is old enough to read…

SIncerely,

Auntie Em