Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Internet Subscriptions vs. Internet Prescriptions

There’s something wrong with the way we’re interacting—largely with those around us but predominantly with ourselves. We live in a virtual society, one dominated by likes and followers and “friends” and…deep breath—the list goes on and on. Do we really understand though? Do we understand how terrifyingly harmful confiding in the illusive hideout of our devices can be? I’m not saying this in an effort to sound like an “old soul” and or simply to act as a contrarian member of our generation…I’m coming from a place of honesty—honesty with myself and, in an effort to rescue you from falling down the slippery slope that so many of us do, honesty with you too. 

Do you ever think about denotation versus connotation? It can really throw you for a loop. Say you’re looking at a television. Sure, we’ve come to know a rectangular device that displays moving, illuminated images as a “TV” (…it’s a bit more complicated than that, but you get the gist). The word used to define it (i.e. “television”) is the connotative definition, or its meaning in the context of our contemporary society; it only has the meaning that it has because we have given it—we have created—such meaning. Denotatively, however, what do we see? Like I said, it’s merely a “rectangular device that displays moving, illuminated images.” It’s often black. It often says “Samsung” or “LG” or “Dell” at the bottom…Sometimes it’s mounted on the wall, sometimes it sits freely on a stand of sorts. The list of surface details is endless. If someone from the 1500s miraculously and suddenly emerged in our current era, he or she would see the word “television” as nothing more than a meaningless combination of letters and, visually, would observe the surface features I mentioned but would be unable to conclude why? What? How?

Another example. 

Thursday, October 6, 2016

My First Month in the City

September was my first month in the city. It was a busy month—at times blissful, at times volatile, at times overwhelming. It was a month of reflection and never-ending newness. I’m tired, that’s undeniable. My feet are blistered, my white sneakers are stained, my caffeine dependence has really ramped up, and my tolerance for other human beings has become…both higher and lower.

I’m no expert, but if there’s one piece of advice I have for anyone moving from one place to another (be it for school or not, on his/her own or not, many miles from home or not, etc.)…don’t detach. Don’t desensitize. Don’t neutralize. Instead, dive in. Feel scared. Feel lonely. Feel awkward. Got that, Libby? I won’t sugarcoat things—I didn’t and I haven’t done these things. I did detach, and I didn’t feel those feelings. So, listen up self—you can do this.

I love this place. There’s an overwhelming about of realness that surrounds me on a daily basis. Manhattan is a Mecca of contrast—trash litters the sidewalks, designer handbags dance by on a block-by-block basis, burly owners escort their petite dogs; $1 pizza joints neighbor pricey vegan bistros. And the people, the PEOPLE. There are so many people! And so many kinds of people—races, faces, religions, sexualities, styles, personalities, and so on. Within this contrast is an overwhelming amount of beauty—so much beauty that it hurts.

Getting used to living with a roommate is hard. I’m probably/definitely not very good at it (sorry, Grace). It’s not hard in the sense that the two of us don’t get along or anything. Instead, I think that having a roommate has just made me realize how…strange I am. Little do you know, when you have your own space, you engage in habits and customs that you (likely) don’t even realize are a part of your lifestyle. Once you’re aware that someone else has a firsthand account of you and your life—in your most private, personal space—those idiosyncrasies and bizarre rituals emerge…Or maybe they don’t/won’t. Maybe I’m just weird...Doesn’t everyone wear socks to bed?

I woke Grace up the other day due to the potency of my nail polish’s scent. Truly, it was eye-watering (…and why was I painting my nails early in the morning? Good question—not sure why I felt such a pressing need to have red nails upon heading out the door that morning, but it must’ve been important).

More to come soon.
I'm excited to see what October has in store. Oh yeah, school is going well too :)
xx, Lib