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 There are people that I've shared a part of my life with once, but it has since passed. We were friendly, but not necessarily friends. Every now and then I see or read something and think, "So-and-so would appreciate this!" And then I get the urge to email or call that person. But I stop myself because... I think that part of my life should be preserved in that time. It was good then, and I kind of want to keep it that way. Perhaps even more so, I have emailed a few people from that time but had no answer in return. They've moved on with their lives and again, I am forgotten or rather some person they just sort of knew. But that's okay because I realize now that some things are better locked away, safe from what might be. (Huh, I guess this is a recurring theme here: Reconnection, Nothing more to say)
—Sunday, November 30, 2008 1 comment I knew you once, but...
 Happy Thanksgiving! That was a quick vanilla pudding pie I made (points to photo). I just finished making a sweet potato pie and that is baking in the oven! It's going to be a very full night. (2007)
—Thursday, November 27, 2008 1 comment Happy Thanksgiving!
 I was talking to a friend the other day and, we were catching up, talking about this and that. She was telling me about all these things and when she asked what's been happening with me, I shrugged (she couldn't see that because we were on the phone-- do you ever do that? Make motions when you know the person can't see them?) and said, "You know, same old, same old." She said, "Yeah?" I said, "Yeah, I mean, I lead a pretty quiet life so..." She immediately responded with, "Aww, Amy, that sounds so sad." In my head I was thinking, "I... what? What's wrong with that?" But really, all I said was, "Nah, I quite like it actually." Which is true. She said, "Well... okay." And we moved on from there. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the week wondering, "Is there something wrong with leading a quiet life?" Does that equate to depressing? How is that interpreted? Which led me to think about how we all kind of want to lead a glamorous or "big" life. I mean, who hasn't thought about that? We all yearn for something higher but, I guess, at this moment in my life, I like how things are. I lead an ordinary life with moments of joy, sadness, frustration and randomness; I have my times in the spotlight but mostly as the backlight; I have good friends, a pretty sane family, and an okay day-to-day life. It's ordinary, and like Harvey Pekar says, it's pretty complex stuff.
—Monday, November 24, 2008 7 comments "Ordinary life is pretty complex stuff."
 - Wallace & Gromit - A Matter of Loaf and Death (hurray!) - Silhouette Masterpiece Theatre - Great Cereals of All Time - This Must Be the Place - Sad Trombone - ObamaBats (Previously: Lists, part 17)
—Saturday, November 22, 2008 1 comment Lists, part 18
 During my lunch break, I wandered over to the local grocery shop. Unsure about what to get, I wound up staring at the small selection of soups. I was lost in a nice soup trance until I heard, "I forgot what I came in here to get! Oh... oh..." I looked up and saw this lady with long white hair and blazing blue eyes that screamed against her pale, freckled skin. She had this crazed look in her eyes as she came towards me. A very odd smile spread across her face once our eyes locked. "Oh... oh... chips! CHIPS!" Suddenly aware of what was happening, I started backing away. It was the only way out of the aisle because it was so narrow. "I KNOW WHAT I WANT! A BIG BAG OF WISE POTATO CHIPS!!!" She was shouting at this point (at me? At the invisible person behind me?), and she was not letting up. I managed to get out of the way just in time, tripping over a box at the end of the aisle. She shoved past me and rounded the corner to the shelf of chips. "No... NO!" I heard her rustling through bags and then heard her walking back towards the register. "Hey... HEY!!!" Then an exasperated sigh. Checking that the coast was clear, I went back to my spot by the soups and decided, nah, no soup for me today.
—Monday, November 17, 2008 3 comments Chips, I want chips!
 Running, I'm always running. I run away from people who get too close because I'm a coward. I run to people who'll listen because I want to be heard. I run away from myself because sometimes I think I'm becoming half the person I used to be. I run because I like the sound of my feet hitting the pavement and the dirt paths. I like the sound of the leaves as I crunch through them. I like the sound of my heart as it beats against my ears. I like the feeling as if the world is mine for the taking, as the path ahead continues to open. I like the feeling of being free as I fly through the multitude of colors, vibrations and moments. I'm always running.
—Saturday, November 15, 2008 Running
 "Life is a life-long assignment that must be constantly analyzed, clarified, figured out, and responded to appropriately." -- Chip Kidd, The Learners
—Wednesday, November 12, 2008 0 comments Life is an assignment
 Charlie My laptop is named after Charlie Bucket of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Charlie Brown and Charlie from The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Initially, it was just named after Charlie Bucket but I decided that my good ol' laptop represented all three: the good, the hopeful (with some bad luck), and the awkward. Which, in a way, describes me. Plus, I really just like the name Charlie because it feels friendly and warm with a bit of charm. Henry My camera is named after Dr. Henry Walton Jones, Jr., aka Indiana Jones. It's for the many adventures I go on, for the sights I see, for the memories I want to remember, and for the daring (and not so daring) moments I want to capture. Henry's got my back with his fedora and whip. PJ the DJ My iPod is named after the late, great news anchor Peter Jennings. I grew up watching him every night on ABC so to me, he was the news anchor. Anyway, Peter was a disc jockey at one point in his life by the same name. And I also like it because I can say, "PJ the DJ spins my tunes." Which he does almost everyday. So, I'm kind of hoping that I'm not the only one that has names for inanimate objects... because I do realize how nerdy it is. I guess for me, it makes them feel more like my buddies rather than these objects I have and carry around. Okay, well, that just made me sound nerdier. Do you have names for your gadgets?
—Monday, November 10, 2008 3 comments Gadgets of my affection
 Dudes, I'm still digesting what happened on Tuesday. The West Wing happened in real life! I've been wanting to say that since forever! What I loved was seeing the world's reaction-- it seemed like everyone, just for a moment, was together. This is history, and we're living it. Didn't it feel like everyone's favorite team won the Super Bowl or World Series? People flooded the streets everywhere! Union Square rocked it; I've never seen such enthusiasm for an election or for politics. And that makes me really happy because for the first time in a very long time, we truly do care. As Barack Obama said in his speech, we didn't do it for the election or for him, we did it because we understand what lies ahead and the changes we need to make to better the future, to better this world. So, I guess I'll just throw out there that I am nonpartisan, given my upbringing (I think parents have a big effect on your views) and my time spent in New York (I think as you grow up and the environments you live in allow you to form your own views). I'm an oddball. And I think John McCain is kickass, humble, and a genuinely good man. I've long admired him for standing up against the Republican mainstream, for being silly (he hosted SNL, remember?), and for his enduring spirit through the toughest of times. The truth is, he would've made a great President in the 20th century. But we're in the 21st century now, and what people want is something new, something fresh, something we call progress.
—Thursday, November 6, 2008 3 comments Yes we did
 "They say a good man can't get elected president. I don't believe that. Do you?" Everyone, introducing President-elect Barack Hussein Obama. "I can't believe it fucking happened," were the first words out my mouth. And then I whispered to myself, "We did it... it's real." I was going to write an entry about our soon-to-be President and praise Senator McCain (I respect him and all that he's done), but the words just aren't coming. The only thing on my mind is this: I am so proud to be an American. I haven't felt this way in so long, this intense pride for this nation that many sought out to follow their dreams. He renewed what was lost in us, the people. We are one nation, we are one people, we are the United States of America. Our diversity is our strength, and no matter who or what you are, we are all Americans. While we can't know what promises will be kept or broken, we can at the very least have faith in this man. We can have faith in knowing he'll represent us, that he will embody what we as a nation and what we as a people might and can aspire to be. So for tonight or today, this early morning, let's celebrate and have hope, have faith, have heart. I am an American.
—Wednesday, November 5, 2008 0 comments President-elect Barack Hussein Obama
 I voted! Let it be known that whatever the outcome may be, this has been and will go down as a truly historic election. And it's all summed up here. Refreshing the news all day and glued to the TV tonight. I'm totally not sleeping.
—Tuesday, November 4, 2008 2 comments Vote! (Election 2008)
 Whenever I check out a new batch of books from the library, I slip in one embarrassing chicklit because, well, I think every girl needs a little cheesy romance in her life... or girl power!!! (I cannot believe I just said that.) The covers tend to be some kind of pink color or have some seductive looking picture on it. I sigh when I see it on the shelf, but really, deep down inside, I'm going, "OMG! What's Amber going to dooo??" This is when I completely overcompensate by getting really serious books to balance out that one, single chicklit. I'm pretty sure the librarian knows my train of thought by now. I catch that small smile when she scans that last pretty pink book. I see it, lady. Though, her smile was much bigger this week because I got quite a few chicklits... and a book from the young adult section because I'm... 12. Hey, I spent the last few weeks reading depressing stories by dead Russian authors. And I... I just want to read... happy things... (falters) But OMG, will Vicky ever find someone to be with?? The suspense is killing me!
—Sunday, November 2, 2008 3 comments Overcompensating
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