Don't hate; curate.

I love Robot Chicken. I think my dream job (for this week, anyway) would be shopping for the toys and building the sets for Robot Chicken. As I watch, I think about the places I could shop and what I could find, or even skits to make. I daydream in action figures. What can I say.

Watching Robot Chicken made me think about art school. Which made me think about goals. Which led me to realize I don't have any goals set for 2013. Could this be why this year has been so terrible? Unlikely, but I need some resolutions.

I don't make New Year's resolutions. Firstly, because it's my birthday. And while everyone is so excited for a fresh start, I am usually thinking, "Another year older. Great. I'm going to bed now." My champagne glass is usually half empty.

Secondly, I work better under pressure. With only 6 months left in the year, I am forced to realize my goals in a shorter time frame, providing little space for me to procrastinate.

Resolutions: 2013. 

Read.

I love books. I confess: I am a book hoarder. My library includes books I'll never read, college course required titles, pretty books, old books, gifted books, multiple copies of a single title...yup, hoarder. In my defense - no, there's no defending it. I straight up cannot stop buying books. So clearly that means I should read more - and probably more importantly, read more of the books I currently own. In an effort to help me read more, I've joined a local book club (so local I can walk to the meeting house). That should knock off at least 6 books from my goal of completing 13 reads for 2013.

Write.

I just want to, okay. Sheesh. Do I have to explain everything?!

Kidding. I remember how much I enjoyed writing in my younger days. Obviously this blog is an extension of that habit. There's got to be at least one good story in this head of mine, right? Or perhaps potential for well-crafted reviews? 

Cook.

Last week, I cleaned off our refrigerator. It's sort of the dumping ground for all scraps of paper and assorted miscellany. With the random magnetic letters we have, I made a week chart (WED, THU, FRI, 5AI, UN, MO2, 7U3) and tacked up recipes I want to make. This has solved the frequent I'm-hungry-but-forgot-to-take-out-meat-from-the-freezer-so-now-I-can't-cook-with-it-and-will-only-end-up-throwing-it-away-in-a-week issue in my house, as well as the we-don't-have-anything-to-eat dilemma. Now I look and say, "Oh right, it's 7U3, I wanted to make that Turkey Cobb Salad [so good, by the way]," and remove said turkey from the freezer to thaw in time to make a proper meal. I also have desserts or random thinks, like Meyer Lemon Curd and a page from my Food Network Magazine (a great magazine) on homemade freeze-pops, so that I can have some fun cooking time, too.

By now, you're probably thinking, "Jessica, what is wrong with you? Did no one teach you life skills?"

To you I say, "Sure. Someone taught me skills. But as an independent-minded Capricorn who refuses to accept advice and will only learn by falling flat on her face first, I need to find my own way." Then I'd make a face at you and carry on typing...

Bake.

Baking is more fun for me thank cooking. And another facet of my book hoarding: cook books. Oh man. I love 'em! All those neatly typed recipes and gorgeous photography. Plus, the editor in me loves finding the errors, like when an entire step is either repeated or left out. Mmmm, yeah that makes for some challenging stuff. So, anyway, I'd like to be more adventurous in my baking (ie, beyond chocolate chip cookies - as much as I love them!), using different ingredients and flavors and opening all these books I've accumulated.

Visit.

The Longest Yard Sale (w/my mom). With finances tight, traveling will be limited...but watch out 2014! You owe me some travel.

Create.

As with writing, art has always been with me. With that, I need to do more of it. I would also like to build a piece of furniture. Maybe a table...I'll need to talk to my dad about this one.

Curate.

As an admirer of Kanye West, I was inspired by his latest album's simplicity. From the packaging to the tracks, the curation of Yeezus is special. I've probably lost you - it's cool. But you could potentially miss the most important bit of this post by simply being a hater...ya hater: 

Curate life.

Museums don't display every piece of art they own; their basements are full of lesser pieces. Great writers don't over-explain scenes; they choose words carefully. Less is more (once a knuckle tattoo idea I considered). So, this year, I would like to downsize the amount of stuff I am holding on to and only keep the really, really good stuff. Whether that be unwanted books (yes! I will try to stop hoarding books), by-the-wayside friends who feel friendship is defined by birthday wishes via Facebook, knick-knacks, clothes, pounds, frustrations...and whatever else I can find. I'm going for clean, simple, and refined.

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