(Picture taken in line at SCOTUS. Look at Jupiter!)
Welcome, welcome. I have finally pulled the trigger and started a blog. I hate myself a little bit, but my Thoughts must be shared with the World. It seemed to be the time as I only have two classes and I stopped watching television three weeks ago (Mad Men, I knew ye and coveted ye sartorial splendor well) and now all I do is read, bother my friends and long-suffering boyfriend who still have studying to do, stress about not having a job, eat yogurt, and sometimes openly weep from shame about using Pinterest.A few things:
- The title of this blog comes from my favorite section of G.K. Chesterton's What's Wrong with the World; Part Three, Chapter IV, "The Romance of Thrift." I mean, listen to this...
Thrift is the really romantic thing; economy is more romantic than extravagance. Heaven knows I for one speak disinterestedly in the matter; for I cannot clearly remember saving a half-penny ever since I was born. But the thing is true; economy, properly understood, is the more poetic. Thrift is poetic because it is creative; waste is unpoetic because it is waste. It is prosaic to throw money away, because it is prosaic to throw anything away; it is negative; it is a confession of indifference, that is, it is a confession of failure. The most prosaic thing about the house is the dustbin, and the one great objection to the new fastidious and aesthetic homestead is simply that in such a moral menage the dustbin must be bigger than the house. [...] Now the aim of the good woman is to use the by-products, or, in other words, to rummage in the dustbin.
- You all hate me already!
- The first thing about me: I am a Christian. This is my God. This is my church. This how I want to live:
Now this is our highest reward, that we should fully enjoy Him, and that all who enjoy Him should enjoy one another in Him. (Augustine, On Christian Doctrine)
- While I'm a schismatic, I probably like Catholicism more than my school does. I majored in Russian History and then rejected the global citizenry track my Senior year. Alas, my diploma still attests to my nascent 18 year-old idealism that had yet to be replaced with conservative pessimism about American self-immolation that started circa 2011.
- I reserve the right to quit this blog at any time and completely wipe it from the memory of my loved ones a la Eternal Sunshine of the Blogless Mind.
- I can't wait to rummage in the dustbin.
Ready?
(The answer is "no.")
Let's do this!
