Sweet Sixteen’s Turned Thirty-One (but rock n’ roll never forgets)

I turned 29 a week ago Saturday. Admittedly, this is not so very old, in the great scheme of things (and it sure ain’t how old I feel), but at the same time, it looks daunting written out in black and white, feels daunting when I stand here and look back at what I wanted to do by 30. I’m pretty sure everyone does it, but god.

I haven’t written anything here for a year and a half, despite good intentions. In the meantime, I got a job, I settled into Glasgow, I went to…lessee…four weddings, no funerals, knock on wood.

So, for yet another time, I’m reinventing my blog to reflect my current take on life. I intend to post content at least once a week for my 29th year, though unlike Lis, I don’t have a twenties bucket list, and anything I put on there would probably cost too much or be too dependent on other people to be accomplished. Then I’d just be disappointed in myself, and that’s no good.

You will not find me writing:
- anything about my job or my coworkers in a professional sense, though I may refer to them in a non-work context.
- much about the UK government’s stance on immigration, though this is something I do care very much about.

Unlike in the past, I intend to do more:
- writing about fandom. There’s been an astronomical cultural shift over the last few years, and any shame I had about being exposed as a fangeek in an oblique sense is growing smaller by the day.
- writing about food, which is what I used to do, and I like it, and I don’t really care if it makes this blog oddly toned.
- writing about gender and queerness and the like, because if I’m on Twitter talking about it, it’s ridiculous not to here.

And now that we’ve set all that out, I’m going to go watch some more of Avatar: The Last Airbender, the series not the abysmal film that we are not going to talk about. I realize I’m about five years late to the party, fandom-wise, but seeing as Netflix UK has deigned to give us all of it (also S1 of White Collar yay, but where is more Mythbusters boo), it’s high time I watched it. I’m about eight episodes in, and I’m enjoying it even on the world-building alone, much less the characters.

As an aside, I’m grateful that A:TLA set the stage for some seriously clever and nuanced ‘kids’ cartoons to come out of the US lately. Off the top of my head, this household heartily recommends Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated, which must be made by a bunch of fangeeks due to all the amazing references, and the reboot of Thundercats, which takes what was basically 80s era product placement and makes it compelling SF.

…and if you’re new here, the tone of this blog is pretty well set. I need to not be tempted to go into Other Things I’ve Been Into Lately, namely the more esoteric parts of DC Comics and Ariana Franklin’s Adelia Aguilar mysteries–let’s save that for a rainy day.

(There are lots of rainy days in Glasgow.)

Don’t mind the weather when the wind don’t blow, part deux.

I know, talking about the weather is small talk and quintessentially British (also, by the way, quintessentially everywhere else I’ve ever lived). But it’s been six years since I last lived through a Scottish springtime, and I’m having a hard time adjusting.

Partially, I blame that on the fact that we had a ridiculously nice April, all things considered. It was sunny and warm and delightful for the better part of three weeks, which is long enough for you to get used to it, unfortunately. The last week and a half, though, things took a turn for the worse.

The rain’s not a problem. It’s pretty much expected, and at least it hasn’t been cold. It’s the pattern of rain that really does it, as it’s not something I’ve experienced anywhere else, a uniquely Scottish phenomenon.

It will be dark and dismal and windy, and then out of nowhere it starts throwing down rain. It might not be torrential by definition, but it feels like it with all the wind. Then, ten minutes later, it stops, and there will almost inevitably be a break in the clouds and a brief golden moment of sunshine, before the dark clouds blow back in again. And then it will do the torrential rain thing again for some time.

Really, it’s almost as if, and pardon me for getting uncharacteristically poetic and/or cheesy, the sun’s a parent poking their nose in the door after their child’s been squalling for them. Reassuring, before we, the children, are told to Get To Sleep and the door is shut.

Almost endearing, as long as you don’t get caught out in it.

Now run along before I start talking about being confused by sunrise/sunset times.

Will you ever win?

So Lis posted starting a thirty days meme, the other day, and I can’t help but find myself chewing on what she had to say.

There’s a reason I’ve avoided this particular meme in both public and private blog spaces–partially because thirty posts about songs is a bit of a muchness for someone like me who doesn’t have a musical theme to their blogging–but also because I get hung up on the very first question. I have about ten favourite songs and even more favourite books. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to answer, if I should pick one depending on the day and my mood, or what. What if I look at it the next day and think it’s rubbish?

Which is a bit ridiculous, thinking I’d regret my choice later on; it’s merely a blog post, after all. But I do tend to overanalyse this sort of thing.

So that’s why I was glad to see Lis saying she’d seen lots of people hemming and hawing, as most people I’ve seen doing it have been quite definitive. Like her, I do think it’s possible for people to have a be-all-end-all favourite. And if you had to hold me down to it, I guess I could pick a song.

Just don’t make me pick a book.

All’s quiet in Lake Wobegon, MN, my hom…wait.

Things have been fairly quiet here as well in Glasgow, I’m afraid. Most of my days are spent looking for work and making sure the flat is liveable. Not exactly the best sort of blog post, mind, the ‘today I did laundry and sent two cover letters and got yet another letter from my undergrad school fundraising money I don’t have’ sort.

That is, I wouldn’t want to read it.

On a lovely day like today, though, with the blue sky and sunshine hitting the red stone of the tenements here in Glasgow’s Southside, it’s almost easy to forget any troubles I might be having. I’d take a picture, but a picture wouldn’t really do it much justice. It has to be seen to be believed.

Darkness, shadows, light.

My brother asked me the other day if I still had a blog. Yes, I said, but I haven’t updated it in ages. Probably high time I got around to doing so.

What exactly have I been up to for the last five months, you ask? For a couple of those months, I was hard stuck in to my dissertation. In taking it down to Birmingham for submission, I caught a really terrible case of the flu, then spent the rest of November submitting my residency request. My husband broke his finger and the weather was terrible, so that was most of December…and January, well, I’ve been looking for work, now that I do have my leave to remain and permission to work full-time.

I think I’m still a bit in winter mode, like Glasgow’s Buchanan Street. Despite periods of gorgeous weather in January, the Christmas lights there are still up. It makes for a pretty sight in the evening, but when there’ve been days of spring-like wonder, you sort of get past that stage and into a different mindset.

That, and the fact that I’m still trying to find my way, here in Glasgow. Settled in, yes, perfectly sorted, no.

Anyway, none of these things make for particularly interesting blog posts, more for pithy updates on Twitter. That doesn’t really prove to anyone that Paige Can Write, and that Paige Has Interesting Things To Say. But I can and I do.

So yes, hello. Hello from the near-top of the world. The days are getting longer and the weather is getting warmer. May that bode well for me and for you.