Friday, January 23, 2009

31 fractures: 11-31

AUTHOR'S NOTE (3/5/09):
All in all this was an interesting project. Some reunions were heartfelt and amazing and life-changing, some token and awkward and weird, some totally non-existent, and a few cold and cruel. So blogging about these experiences was much more time-demanding than I expected. I did some as I went along, and some merely lodged in my brain and never got transcribed for the benefit of my one reader. Sorry, reader, I am giving you a summary list. Please feel free to contact me if you wish to know the gritty details.

1/11: Aunt Judy

My aunt Judy is my mother's sister. She's very nice but I know so little about her. I know my siblings and I were very obnoxious children, so I understand that it is difficult for us to communicate. I hope to acquire a better relationship with her now that I am an adult. I sent her the following message:

"Hi Aunty Judy,

It has been too long. I miss you very much. Sorry, I know I am bad at keeping in touch, apply the usual excuses of being busy here. I am almost done here and hope to be moving on soon. Once I find out what is going on I will let you know.

I am applying to Ph.D. programs in Theatre around the States etc. I'm applying to the following schools: Columbia, Northwestern, Cornell, Brown, UC Berkeley, Florida State, York, Royal Holloway, UM Twin Cities, CUNY and NYU. I am hoping for Northwestern or Columbia. Again, I'll keep you posted.

I was hoping to come and visit you before I move out of the state. I really haven't seen much of you, and I miss you very much. Thank you so much for the Christmas gift. I really appreciate it; I applied it directly to my rent this month, which was super sweet.

I am glad you and the rest of America picked the right candidate this fall. I am already excited about what I hear Obama saying, and I could talk about the complexity of his politics for a long, long time. If you let me go off.

How is work? And life? I am getting into crafting as well, but I am not talented enough to go into quilting. Instead I knit and sew and do a little scrapbooking. Jessi got me into all this, so my interests tend to follow hers.

I adopted a cat. He's a trouble-maker named Gilgamesh. He is enormous and has thumbs and escapes from my room into the rest of the house all the time.

Please write back and let me know how you are, even though I am terrible at communication.

With very much love,


1/12: Holly Pierson
1/13: Nick M.
1/14: Sonja
1/15: Nick A.
1/16: Clare
1/17: Claire

Hey Claire,

How are you? It's been a long time. I'm applying to two graduate schools in Toronto; are you still there?

A long time ago you asked me if I agreed with the lyric "It's society that makes a nigger wanna kill." And I said no and had some stupid, poorly informed opinion. I wanted you to know that I've changed my mind.

I hope you are well.


1/18: Stephanie
1/19: Molly

Molly was also on the NASCO Board with me. She was my mentor when I first joined, and then one time we carpooled to Ann Arbor together. She is super amazing.

I sent her the following and hope to hear from her soon:
"I miss you! How are you? Still hanging around Illinois? I might be moving to the Chicago area soon..."

1/20: Aunty Helen
1/21: David
1/22: C. J.
1/23: Leah
1/24: Jan
1/25: Lauren Allen
1/26: Katy
1/27: Zhifei
1/28: Jen
1/29: Namita
1/30: Kyle
1/31: Joe


Wednesday, January 21, 2009

31 fractures: 10

1/10: Ginger

Ginger acted with me in Women's Minyan last spring. She's great, and I hadn't seen her in a long time. I sort of knew she'd been having a rough time of it so I dropped her a line.

"Just checking in. How are you? I hope things are well and that your semester wrapped up alright. Hope the new year is starting out awesome..."

She responded, but I don't think anything is going to happen.
"Hey girl. Thanks for the message. Things are good, getting ready to go. Just had surgery though so my tummy's in a little pain. How goes things yonder your direction?
Lets hang out before I leave. Free anytime next week?

I hope she's well. Progress posted.


Sunday, January 11, 2009

31 fractures: 9

1/9: Kevin

Not the same Kevin I referenced for 1/8, this Kevin and I met at a bar for the farewell party of a mutual friend who was leaving for Americorps. He was amazing: tall, dark, handsome, and intelligent enough to question the western imperialist implications of the Peace Corps. We started casually chatting and within a minute or two he told me that he had just returned from his Peace Corps service (I wish I could remember where). I had already had a few drinks talking with Peter about a community farm he was planning on starting, and I suppose that was evident from my lack of reserve. Because as soon as he mentioned the Peace Corps I casually brought up my concerns about it. Totally rude of me, I know, that's like asking a war vet you just met how many people the vet has killed in their lifetime or something. But I was concerned about the PC, and I was concerned that no one in Madison seemed to be concerned about the PC, ya dig? To my surprise, however, instead of producing an immense amount of awkwardness with this incredibly good-looking pseudo-stranger, he replied something along the lines of "I know, I'm trying to work through that." Then we proceeded to talk for the next 2.5 hours (and several beers) about this stuff. That could have been the best spontaneously-averted-foot-in-mouth moment of my life! We agreed to meet sometime without alcohol to talk further. That's when he gave me his girlfriend's home phone number. Because, you know, they were living together so you could get a hold of him just fine. I remember the feeling of the "Dammit!" at that moment, and how I gracefully made a few inquiries about her without showing my disappointment (or, at least the beer convinced me this was so). We left, and I hadn't called him yet. But really, I was being unfair. This guy had total inteligencia network potential: super smart, sj-oriented, everything. And I couldn't really fault him for being all living-with-the-girlfriend. I just needed a few months for the sting to wear off.

So, on Friday I called him. I left him a message that fit in perfectly with the feel of our first meeting: awkward.

It ran something like this:
"Hi Kevin, this is [] you probably don't remember me but we met at Sarah's going-away party. Yeah I'm applying to grad schools about now and I know we talked about getting together sometime to talk about things, so let's do it before I leave town. Haha. You can reach me at []."

Yeah, call me back in the next, idunno, 6-8 months? Kthxbai.



31 fractures: 8

1/8: Stephanie

Stephanie used to live in my house. She is part of what I originally considered "the old guard," a group of people who made the house what it was when I moved in. She was the best wj coordinator we ever had. I didn't know her well until probably the summer before she moved out. I was slowly moving up to the third floor, and her room was next to mine. She was very nice and friendly, and eventually sold me her almost-new queen bed and bedding for $20. $20, people. It's a great bed, and I got super lucky (no pun intended) with it. Anyway, towards the end of her time in the house she, Kevin and I started engaging in a particularly nerdy pastime together, along with a few other mutual friends. She has a great sense of humor, and I really enjoyed getting to hang out with her. After a while, though, I dropped out of our nerdy pastime because I was too busy. I have seen her at parties or here and there, but it seems like we are pretty much through.

On Thursday I invited her to the Essen Haus with some other mutual friends. We used to go for their 1/2 price boot night. We got a chance to catch up over some beers (no boot though, they've switched to plastic and we couldn't handle the change), and she reminded me how great she is. She is very crafty, and she had made me a bar of soap for the holidays (she makes excellent soap, magnets, all sorts of cute stuff...I want to suck her into to scrapbooking...) All in all we had a good evening, although I was (as usual) intimidated as hell by her. She's so together and clean and organized I feel like a kid every time we hang out, not because she is condescending, but because I feel like I have nothing that is remotely interesting to her to talk about. But we are going out dancing next weekend (for '80s night at the Inferno), and maybe that will give me a chance to feel more comfortable around her. I'll keep you posted. Really. It's just hard not having functional internet right now.


Friday, January 9, 2009

31 fractures: 7

1/7: Eldridge

Eldridge and I met when I used to work at the library. He was a fun patron and we immediately hit it off. We became fb friends and then, once I quite, I never saw him again...until Wednesday when I ran into him at a different library as I filled out grad school applications.

He is applying to grad school right now too, for journalism. We exchanged phone numbers. I hope he calls...


31 fractures: 6

1/6: Ashley

Ashley and I used to hang out in high school, for better or for worse. I had no ability to think for myself, really, in high school, so I don't know what she saw in me, but I guess I was probably funny. I am usually funny. I remember that she was cool and that she liked Blink 182. We would listen to a lot of music together, and hang outside the cheapy cinema (why? I don't know).

I was sort of worried at a point that she would become one of my friends that didn't finish high school, but when I discovered her on fb the other day I realized that she is in community college now, so she must have. Awesome!

Here's my message to her (during my brief period of internet time at a local cafe in that one city where I have no internet access...who knew they limit these things to 15 minutes now-a-days?!):

"I took one look at that picture...damn girl you haven't changed a bit. I finally got a brain and a life of my own. One semester left of jumping through hoops and I get that little piece of paper that says someone should pay me some money. After that it is...jumping through giant flaming hoops of my own creation...but you know...

How are you? What are you going to school for? I'm glad to see you alive and well. What's going on in your life?"

You are all in luck that I am so far behind in writing about this, because she's responded! Hooray! Here's her response. It sounds like she has gotten things together since high school, which is a good sign, considering how most of my friends end up...:
"Hey sweetie! Geez...I am beyond proud of you for how far you've gotten. Of course, I had always known you were going to be fabulous after high school! Congrats! I have changed-haha-but unfortunately, I am anti-digital camera or something like that!? I dunno...
So I had to go through a lot to get to where I am now. I had to jump through flaming hoops, and so forth, but I am doing a lot better than I was in high school. I am going to school for 2-years at []for Liberal Arts/[] and then hopefully, by the good grace of God, I can transfer to my dream school: UW-Madison. I am not sure what I want to study yet but I have about 2 years to figure that out of course. I was working, but lost my job so now I have been actively searching for new employment. Unfortunately, so are millions of other people-ugh. Otherwise just living life and enjoying it the best that I can. What have you been up to? I know you went to school and all that good stuff but what else?:)"

Update (me):

"I've mostly been studying. I finally made up my mind; I'm going to grad school for my PhD in Theatre after this (if I get accepted and get money, that is...cross your fingers). I don't know where I am going yet, but I will keep you posted. Really, it has just been work, school, and learning the limits of my alcohol tolerance with some cats in []. I am really involved in the social justice movement in []and nationally, and I hope to do work in social justice and theatre. I wish I could say I met the love of my life, won the lottery, or got some great award, but it is just little old life for little old (single) me. How about you? I've thought of you often throughout the years, and I am super glad to hear that you are well and in school. If you come to [] before I am gone, we should definitely get together."


Thursday, January 8, 2009

31 fractures: 5

1/5: Farheen

Farheen and I met on the Board of NASCO a few years ago. She's a brilliant and inspirational person. I am absolutely blown-away by how amazing, ambitious, and together she is. She refuses to let anything stand in the way of her dreams. I aspire to have such a great attitude and capacity for hard work. If you think I work a lot, the amount of work she puts in makes me look like a total slacker.

The last time we met was about 10 pm on one evening in the middle of August. My sister and I were on the way out of town, but stopped at her place for a cup of tea first, and stayed for a few hours. My sister talked with her daughter, and she and I talked about all sorts of things. She reminded me to keep doing what I am trying to do, despite the difficulties; she is an amazing mentor.

This time, I was spontaneously in her town for one night, and I ended up waiting for her at a local community center, where she was meeting her girl scouts to "talk about cookies." (As a side note, it's a totally great community center, packed with high-schoolers playing basketball, middle-schoolers in the computer lab, and kids of all ages running around, having fun, or studying. Additionally, various adults come for meeting, volunteering, or community events. It is packed. It is obviously meeting a need in the community. I wish I had a place like that to go to, growing up.)

I was very nervous; I'm miserable at keeping in touch with people, and I was worried about what to say or do. How do you catch up with someone when the thing you have in common is gone (except for our similar political beliefs)? I first saw her daughter, who was studying with a group from school when I first got there. We only vaguely remembered each other, but she was very polite. I went through their school-age library, and found a ton of old books that I had read when I was much younger. Its strange how going back to that city takes me back to when I was a kid.

When Farheen showed up she was very glad to see me. We spent a little bit of time catching up, but she had to get to her girl scouts and I had to head to a meeting. However, she is as kind and wonderful as ever. She promised to bring her girl scouts (well, at least herself and maybe her girl scouts) to my play in the spring. While I am glad to see her, I know that we will both continue to be very busy. I hope that when we are in the same town we can get together for tea or coffee and catching up, and in the meantime that we can continue to trade strategies and ideas. She is absolutely brilliant and amazing, and I continue to be inspired by what she does.

It's sort of sad, though. I hope that sometime we'll find time to be part of each others' lives, a bit more than just being parts of the same network working towards...well, that's for the other blog.


31 fractures: 4

I've returned from my hiatus from the internet. Don't worry, I kept up with my project while I was gone. You just didn't get to hear about it.

1/4: Jon

Jon and I have a long history. I don't know if he officially counts as someone lost, but our communication has been falling off a lot lately. Jon was my biology teacher, then my employer for a while, and now we email each other every once in a while. We've both always been pretty bad at communicating with one another, and kept ourselves pretty busy. But he is also the person who taught me to be kind and considerate, to pay attention to the world, to begin to think on my own and challenge the brain-washing of my upbringing, to not be self-centered, to be socially conscious, that the work of an individual can do more than just help that individual but also help others, to be conscious of my environmental impact, that even difficult projects and ideas and conceptions are quite within my power, how to solve challenging and complex problems by beginning with and working from what I know...the list goes on. Let's sum it up: he's pretty important.

That being said, I am pretty disappointed with my inability to keep in touch with him. He's been incredibly supportive, even though I have abandoned the sciences for the arts (of all things), and his son is the first kid I have ever liked enough to spend time with. Children and I usually do not get along. On the other hand, I was a pretty fucked up kid, so I can understand why he might be weirded out by me. Hell, I would be weirded out by my high-school age self. I would be hard pressed to keep from slapping myself silly. I can only look back and sigh with relief that at least I am not that bad anymore.

Anyway, here's my attempt at reconnection [some information omitted for privacy, if there is such a thing]. I'll keep you updated of his response:

Hey Jon et al.,

I don't suppose you remember a discussion we had in your classroom probably about 5 years ago :) where I mentioned that I felt more comfortable outside my comfort zone, that I felt trapped by the feeling of things being the same. Since I learned the theory of liminality, I've always felt this was a great way to describe what I was trying to articulate back then. I am once again in a liminal space, personally, after several years of a sort of complacency, and suddenly I feel a lot better. It's sort of the joy that comes from staying on top of the giant ball: it's easier when it's moving.

I'm sorry I missed you all over the holidays, once again. I hope you and yours had a fabulous holiday season, and that this year once again promises to be the best year yet.

The holidays were really stressful for me. My mom's always acted like a child, and, while I am grateful that she seems to have advanced from the dependent stage to the teenager stage, she is still in the teenager stage. I remember myself as a teenager: I was totally intolerable. It's going pretty rough, and I am pretty upset by it. I'm at a point where I either give up any chance of having a real relationship with her and cut her off emotionally, or continue to put myself through major psycho-emotional trouble every time I talk to her. Any advice on dealing with immature parents very welcome.

Other than that, things are going well in Madison. I am in the midst of applying to graduate schools. In case you are interested, here's a list of schools to which I am applying:

(In rough order of preference; it depends on how much money they offer me). It's quite a list. I wouldn't be able to do it without the McNair Scholars program, which is awesome. Other than applying for grad schools everything is relatively tame. I hope to graduate in spring, and I'm taking my last batch of classes. I'm still trying to get into Drawing I, but if I can't get into that I'll take introductory Food Science. I'm also on the second semester of my second senior honors thesis (this time in theatre), my last backstage laboratory class, African-American Women's Activism in the 19th and 20th centuries, and costume technology (another theatre requirement). All in all, it looks like a pretty good semester. If I don't get into the U of MN I will be coming to visit once or twice before I move further away, so we should get together for coffee or something sometime.

I am also working as the Project (Budget/Finance) Coordinator for Sex Out Loud, a student organization that promotes healthy sexuality through sex-positivite education and activism on campus. It's cool, and (mostly) it pays pretty well. It is much better than my job in the computer lab because my skills are valuable and my boss is less passive-aggressive. I have a lot of experience in financial stuff, which is really helpful for them. The older I get the more I realize two things: 1) I have no patience for petty political machinations or passive-aggressiveness and 2) how fast time goes by. I can't believe that Duncan will be 6 this spring (correct me if I'm wrong) and that I've just about finished my bachelor's.

Some other good news: I am finally stepping down as President of []. For the first time in almost three years I will have my Wednesday and Thursday evenings free. I'm very excited. Instead, I am working on a local campaign for our City Council district (my political ambitions still haven't disappeared, even though I'm fully committed to get my PhD). I was originally planning on taking a semester easy, but I am sure that's impossible for me. What would I do with all that free time now that the garden is frozen over?

I've adopted a cat, named Gilgamesh after the gent in this nerdy comic. The cat is wonderfully strange and attention-greedy. Usually I like to keep a spontaneous schedule, never really where people imagine that I should be, but he keeps me coming home every night to feed and pay attention to him. I have yet to decide if that is a good thing.

I'm afraid I'm getting terribly domestic. I hope I haven't bored you too much. Please send me an update and pass my greetings on to all the important people. You know.



"If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is tied up with mine, then let us work together." Lilla Watson


Sunday, January 4, 2009

31 fractures: 3

A shorter one yesterday:

1/3: Karren
How serendipitous. Karren is a former housemate of mine. She only moved up the street, but even living with her I felt like I wasn't making enough of a commitment to her as a friend, always being too busy to really take some time with her. I think she is much happier in her current home. Yesterday I was at the coffee shop finishing up an application when I saw her walk by. She waved, and I waved back, but she kept going. About an hour later I was still there when she returned. She stopped in briefly (she was in a hurry to meet some people), but we shared a hug, a quick update, and the desire to see one another again. She offered me an invitation to her house, which I told her I would accept. I will have to post more later.


Saturday, January 3, 2009

31 fractures: 2

1/2: Iulia

Iulia was my first friend at college, and one of my very few friends from freshman year. We worked in the same lab together, and subsequently bonded over the long nights finishing experiments, Dragostea din tei, and our shitty boss. We hung out together on and off as she finished up her degree, and then I became the ultimate shitty friend and just sort of fell out of touch. She moved to Philidelphia for graduate school and I stayed in town. I'd send her a message and not hear back, six months later she would do the same. Finally, she wrote on my wall and I replied with my phone number. She called me and I actually answered and we set up plans to meet in Milwaukee on Saturday. But suddenly Friday night she called me up to let me know to cancel my plans on Saturday because she and her roommate Kasia were going to come and visit the next few hours! They were already on their way. When they showed up on my doorstep I scrounged up some housemates and we all went out to Wando's for fishbowls, just like old times (ask them about Gil sometime...). Then we went to the Karaoke Kid, where we sang some Louie Armstrong, Tina Turner, and Yeah Yeah Yeahs. We eventually headed back to the house and played Rock Band until 4 in the morning, and they crashed on my downstairs couches. All in all a fun reunion. Iulia is so sweet, she completely forgave me for missing her birthday party last year and generally not keeping in touch very well. We have plans to visit again in February, in Philly this time.


Friday, January 2, 2009

31 fractures: 1

Inspired by Morgan, who introduced me to the 5th annual FUN-A-DAY Project, please welcome 31 fractures.

1/1: Steve.
The event: I got the idea for this project when Steve showed up at my doorstep yesterday (January 1st). Steve used to eat at our house, and we bonded over the general talk of the "academia-lite" (aka: art, music, politics, economics) as well as our similarly shitty jobs at non-profits. He was a great guy, although awkward and nerdy, and I harbored a fancy for him one summer over a year ago now. A lot of folks from the house used to go to the Angelic (before it closed) on Tuesday nights in the summer for great drink specials, and Steve would come along with the crowd. Last year Steve took a job at a public radio in Colorado, and since then I would only hear from him sporadically on facebook. Yesterday, however, Steve rang my doorbell right in the middle of a small get together I was having: fire lit, wine and champagne flowing, talking and laughing and playing games. Within a minute Steve had a beer and was catching up with some folks he used to know when he lived in town. We all got a little happy, and when Kelly showed up I could tell she and Steve had some chemistry. By 1 am I managed to chase everyone else away and convince Kelly and Steve to sit up and watch the fire until it went out. I'm optimistic...

Reflections: It was interesting to reexplore an old relationship like this. Steve and I fell back into old habits almost immediately, but we were both glad to see each other, so it wasn't weird. I almost always appreciate spontaneity, and this evening proved to me once again that the more I plan things, the more they go awry. Steve and I will probably communicate slightly more over the internet for a while, and perhaps keep in touch if I go to school in Florida (where he is living now), but I don't expect a long-term friendship. I like the adage "People are in your life for a season, a reason, or a lifetime," and I will probably use it a lot. My friendship with Steve is definitely a "season" kind of relationship, and while it was good to revisit it for nostalgia's sake, I am content leaving it there.


Thursday, January 1, 2009

Another stolen fun thingy instead of a real post

I stole this from the one sis. (As a side note I can't believe I am posting this at my kitchen table, thanks to a fabulous housemate fanagaling the internet. Yes I just made that word up.)

1. What did you do in 2008 that you had never done before?
Shaved my head

2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I never keep them. This year I am setting goals instead.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes, Julie and her husband Todd gave birth to a beautiful baby boy, Miles. What a great name, and a sweet kid, for a great couple.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Kathy's partner just passed away quite tragically, and my heart is aching for her. Personally, I am strangely fortunate to have only lost my sweet little Aidan Michael.

5. What countries did you visit?
Sadly, other than the U. S. and the Ho-Chunk land I regularly pass over, none.

6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
My bachelor's degree and admission to a graduate school!

7. What dates from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
July 6th, when I lost my little sweetheart.
June 20th, PUERTO RICO!
March 19th, seeing Wicked!
November 7th, hey NASCO, I'm back!

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Getting in McNair and (in response to them kicking me in the ass) figuring out what I am going to do with my life and getting on the track to do it. (Well, for now...)

9. What was your biggest failure?
Falling asleep during the conclusion to Dracula. All that work...sorry Tobes.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
Nothing out of the ordinary.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
The twinface for putting up with me!

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
America's. Really, people? Really?

14. Where did most of your money go?
Roof over my head, books in my brain, phone glued to my ear, food in my stomach, college on a piece of paper, fun in my memory...

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Finishing my last real science class. Ever.

16. What song will always remind you of 2008?
Defying Gravity

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
a) happier or sadder? Happier and sadder
b) thinner or fatter? Fatter. Gloriously, with no justification.
c) richer or poorer? Another $10,000 poorer. Thanks college!

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Hanging out at the house, seeing people, keeping in touch, reading

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?

20. How did you spend Christmas?
Finding things! Over 1000 exciting things to find! And I found them all (except one ring on one page which I am CERTAIN is not there). Oh yeah, and fighting the good fight against passive-aggressivism.

22. Did you fall in love in 2008?
No, thankfully.

23. What concerts did you attend this year?
Small ones. Mostly Clare's band, Pax Americana.

24. What was your favorite TV program?
No tv. But I hear The Wire is great...

25. Do you dislike anyone now that you didn't dislike this time last year?
How sad that I am so ready to say yes... Still yes.

26. What was the best book you read?
The Baroque Trilogy by Neal Stephenson. Yes, I know three books is cheating.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

28. What did you want and get?
A fantabulous music theatre experience

29. What did you want and not get?
More makeouts. The fabulous gent in Philly.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
Dark Knight. I don't want to be cliché, but I didn't know how good Heath Ledger was until I saw that film. It made me believe in actors again.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
22, went out for sushi with friends near and far.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Finally communicating with my parents

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
Taking a new tone on the clean-cut, professional-casual that I usually go with, I began adding some vintage tones, especially victorian-esque jewelry or slightly more casual coats.

34. What kept you sane?
Rachel Rakower, the prospect of getting the hell out of here, McNair, Mingwei.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
I'm still on a Viggo kick.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

37. Who did you miss?
My sisters. I just don't get to spend enough time with them, and they've grown into such fantastic people. Devin. Sara. Megan when she used to want to be friends with me. Clare. Iulia. Katy. Jon. Steph. Lots of people.

38. Who was the best new person you met?

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.
It's great to do it yourself, but don't start with Laverne.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
"If you love somebody, set them free." -Sting