On April 20th, I’ll be done with my log. (Maybe I’ll blaze it.) I decided to end it at six months. I’ve never kept any kind of journal for that long, much less a diary blog that [just a few] other people have access to.
I like the idea of switching up my record-keeping/sharing format every six months. I need to batten down some hatches, including the one that goes over my navel. This log will be more pragmatically focused. Gotta quiet down the default mode network and activate the task-performing network. Or see what happens when I do—or when I am better able to toggle between the two. I don’t know what I’m talking about.
I could never do graphic design. Nothing ever looks right to me. Line breaks are also weird to me and go against my instincts. And short sentences! Ifnotfortheproblemoflegibilityallthingswouldruntogetherparagraphssentenceswordsphonemes.
Inspired by Valerie Tripp’s Happy Birthday, Kit! (Subtitle: A springtime story.) The images in Kit’s books are some of the most salient in my mind. I’ve always had a terrible time keeping myself organized—I set up really detailed, logical systems, but I tend to lose interest before I can establish the habit. I figure I might be more successful if the system’s components take the shape of images and ideas that have delighted me since I was seven years old.
Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag, and smile, smile, smile. That’s one image, the kit bag.
Her typewriter
Her hyper-local journalism
Her love of Robin Hood
Her roll-top desk
Her attic bedroom
Her lavender-pink sweater set
Her family home turned boardinghouse
Hobos and their signs
Screened-in porches
Egg-selling
Flour-sack dresses
Trains
The Waste-Not, Want-Not Almanac, inspired by and made for her Aunt Millie (I should make better scans):
