I Have No Idea What I'm Doing.

This morning I received some awful, tragic, devastating news. My younger sister’s good friend suddenly passed away on Tuesday. He was 27-years-old. We’ve known Robert for years. He’s the younger brother of someone I was very good friends with in high school and part of my sister’s very tight knit crew. He had previously lived in NYC and recently moved to Los Angeles to pursue a career in “the industry”. Prior to him moving to his new apartment in Santa Monica, he was staying on our couch while he looked for a place to live. He was an excellent house guest and always a pleasure to have around. I am so mad. I’m so goddamn angry about this. This isn’t supposed to happen, 27-year-old men aren’t supposed to just NOT WAKE UP. Julia wasn’t supposed to lose her younger brother when she’s got a son who needs an uncle. His parents aren’t meant to bury their 2 nd eldest child. Jesse is supposed to have an older brother to look up to. My sister isn’t supposed to be mourning the los...

   Today is the Autumnal equinox as well as Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is the most important day in the Jewish calendar, revered as a time for repentance, forgiveness, and starting fresh in a new year. The Autumnal Equinox is the balance between night and day, also a “new year” of sorts as it marks the end of the harvest and the time where we, the creatures of earth, start to settle in and bundle up for the cooler, then colder, months of the year before Spring springs again.    Today is also the most balanced day of the year: equal hours of day and night. Pagans and other “naturalists”, we’ll call them, often spend this day staying up all night to greet Autumn. They also suggest that if you can't stay up all night, stay up until midnight- that I can do. Maybe with a whiskey in hand. Probably with a whiskey in hand. At a bar. I think maybe I’ll go to the bar tonight, I'm having a pretty good hair day.    This is the first time since 1901 that Yom ...

9/20: That's all I've got for now. Will elaborate later. 9/21: Ok, it's later now, and I'm still kinda struggling to elaborate on what I wanted to say, or why I even said that in the first place. I think I saw a blog prompt at The Daily Post or something that was like "you can love lots of things, talk about it" and the first thing that came to my mind was that it's fucking weird. Weirdy weird weird.    I mean think about it- is there really any rhyme or reason why we love the things we love? Why certain things make us feel the way we feel about them? I'm sure there's a science to it (pheromones and whatnot, things hardwired into our brain by nature or generations of breeding, etc...), but like, why do we LIKE our Sketchers but LOVE our Prada backpack?* I'm sure there's someone out there who LOVES their Sketchers, ya know? So why do we love the things we love? Really what I'm getting at is, why do we love the people we love? ...

   QUIT YOUR BITCHING, YOU ARE WRONG.    As a woman going on DAY 7 of 14 without her iPhone (as you may have seen on a previous post, mine washed out to sea last Saturday) and using a burner flip phone since Monday, I can say WITH 100% CERTAINTY that flip phones are NOT and NEVER WERE better than having a smartphone. Are they more durable? Yes. Are they more compact and easy to carry? Totally. Does their lack of technological functionality force you to focus on literally ANYTHING ELSE that isn't staring at your phone? Oh, absolutely. I've even started reading again. And blogging! CAN I NOT SEND A SIMPLE TEXT MESSAGE-today's preferred form of communication-WITHOUT GETTING A THUMB CRAMP? NO. NO I CANNOT. Moreso, I didn't realize how heavily my independence weighed on having access to my iPhone and the ability to carry on a conversation via any variety of messaging apps at any given time. Have I memorized ANYONE'S phone number? Nope, sure haven't, s...

 I haven't blogged in over a year FIVE YEARS, so what better time to re-enter the Blog-o-sphere than during the (Jewish) New Year. Here we go...    My father was not pleased when he asked if I knew it was Rosh Hashanah and I replied that I knew via Facebook. He then used this lack of High Holy Day awareness as an example of my denial of my Jewish identity and a reason for why unfortunate things happen to me. He was referring to my iPhone being washed away in a freak El Nino wave accident that weekend, now last Saturday. I also lost my wallet that day, having carelessly placed it on top of my friend’s car before we drove away (update: it has since been recovered by the kind people of Laguna Beach and is being held at the police station!), and my rose quartz crystal the weekend before, and my driver’s license the weekend before that. Suffice to say, weekends have not been kind to me, due in no small part to my affinity for fire water, I’m sure. I do not believe, ...