I made another blog.
I don't love it yet. Just like I don't love this one.  Just like I have this stupid thing about committing to anything, ever.

But, does anyone read blogs that aren't on their friends-feed?  Would I keep track of anything on Livejournal if I only posted on my other blog and didn't have an excuse to log into this thing?  I mean, ( Read more... )

Today I was going to go to this Zen center in Cambridge after work, but it was kinda 2 hours after work, and I was kinda sick, so I opted for home and comfiness instead of running around looking for a place I'd never been.  I was going to go meditate, hear the Zen guys do their Dharma talk explainy-thing and maybe meet some more Megan-people ( Read more... )

I just finished reading a second book of essays by Sloane Crosley.  Not her second book of essays (I started with her second one...) but anyway.  The last part of the last essay was hilarious/touching in particular.

She was being tested for a strange blood disorder which symptoms included: fatigue, nonspecific stomach pain, weight fluctuation, ( Read more... )

So... I adore my friend Lauren's blog.  It's so unpretentious in its title, so eloquent in its presentation of everyday thoughts and things.

And she's been writing (a few posts now) about The Art of Loving

I'm so appalled that I bumble about on my own blog, trying to talk about 4 books at once, apologizing for the embarrassing things, highlighting ( Read more... )

This is the problem with books I read... They're all embarrassing at some level.  Not stuff you want to be seen reading on the train, necessarily.  But I'm kind of ok with broadcasting them a bit, because there's so much good stuff.  It's a shame that only really desperate people get these kinds of things explained to them in black and white ( Read more... )

Here is most of the first page or so of The Art of Loving.  This will let you know if this book is for you.  If you suspect it is, I can't recommend it highly enough.

Ch 1: Is Love an Art?

Is love an art?  Then it requires knowledge and effort.  Or is love a pleasant sensation, which to experience is a matter of chance, something one "falls ( Read more... )

The background: I am reading four different books and getting excited about the connections made between them.  These are the books:
Rapt, by Winifred Gallagher
The Art of Loving, by Erich Fromm
You Are Here, by Thich Nhat Hahn
Community, by Peter Block

Something I just learned from Rapt:  The old English word that became happiness is “hap”-meaning ( Read more... )

So tonight is the night I read every blog, facebook, literary-quote-LJcommunity, etc online.  And book, actually.  I found all kinds of books at work and didn’t even get to look at all of them before it was closing time.  And I got like 5 library books.  And then didn’t start reading any of them, because it was nice and Joel didn’t make dinner ( Read more... )

I talked to Daniel and Daniel said that everyone should live in the city at some point.  So I pondered what I've got out of being here so far.

I've always had this problem where I go around with some people or others and then get really down or otherwise overwhelmed by them and freak out because it’s not what I want my life to be.  I always do that ( Read more... )

So, I never update.  Obviously.

Lauren and I had this discussion, about being intimidated by a big, white Word-document.  She is; I'm not.  This is a girl who eloquently updates her blogspot at least once a week, unearthing these clever nuggets of life-wisdom.  It's not about anything in particular, just her life, which is nothing hugely dramatic ( Read more... )