When things are really bad I often get out a legal pad and make lists so as to try to cheer myself up. Lists usually help. Sometimes my lists are “Things I have accomplished in my life”. When I feel really unaccomplished I often go way back just to add items to the list. I will list things like “I learned to walk and talk” or “I graduated from Kindergarten”. Hey, not everyone achieves those things. No, you don’t hear much about the non-walking/talking Kindergarten dropouts but that is only because they can’t talk.
My go to list for cheering myself up is “Things I am grateful for”. On really bad days my list is full of things like: “I can walk and talk” or “I have teeth”. When teeth make the list it is a really bad day. Today teeth do not make the list.
1. I found an office and I am jump up and down excited. It is gorgeous and it is mine!!!!!!
2. I have my first California client. I am sooooooooo excited. Champagne will be popped.
Chihuahua lip gloss
is my holy grail/dream lip gloss. It is the lip gloss I have wanted and never knew existed. It is the Platonic ideal of which all other lip glosses are mere attempts at duplicating the perfection that is Nars Chihuahua.It is so perfect that it should be named Nars West Highland White Terrier. I know this is going to be one of those items that I will buy again and again.
( Other items on the ‘I buy again and again’ list include: Bobby Brown gel eyeliner in black; Laura Mercier Tinted Moisturizer in Porcelain; Pureology shampoo and conditioner for colour treated hair; Trader Joe’s Lavender Body Scrub; Frederik Fekkai’s Protein Mask for hair; Nars All About Eve eyeshadow duo.)( I would love it if you would share your list of ‘buy again and again’.)
4. Just yesterday Igor asked me if I ever thought about teaching at the college level. It turns out that he thinks I would make a great college professor. He suggested I apply to the college where I went to grad school. I love teaching. I just thought it was too late. I thought I was too old. I thought I had to have a PhD. It turns out I might be wrong. Last night I submitted an application to another University for an adjunct faculty position in their psychology department.
5. How sweet you all were to vote on to bee or not to be
. The votes have been tallied. My decision is not to bee. The yellow shoes have buzzed off. Thank you all for voting, you helped me make a decision that I couldn’t trust myself to make. As much as I like them in theory the reality of them was a bee of another colour
6. My friend’s, Anna Lefler
, hilarious “How To Put On a Sports Bra
” is featured on McSweeney’s. This is BIG. Really, it is New Yorker Magazine kind of big. I could not be happier for her. Congratulations, Anna! Today McSweeney’s, tomorrow the New York Times Bestseller list. Note to Anna: Please remember me when you are very famous and powerful.
7. Yesterday I had a lovely lunch with Deja Pseu
and look at the gorgeous bracelet she gave me. Thank you, Deja! It looks so rich and elegant and I absolutely love it.
9. Craig Ferguson’s attempt to break out of the box
of what late night TV is and in doing so he lost his audience for a night. I love you more, Craigy, than I did before. I so admire his honesty and candor and his willingness to take risks—it is so unusual to see that on TV. It is also unusual to see a comedian who refferences Freud, Salinger, Wharhol, Capernicus, and Salvador Dali. Yes, I am a card carrying member of Craig’s robot skeleton army
10. February is almost over. March will be better, I feel sure of it.
11. My boyfriend, James Hillman
( who is my boyfriend in the same way that Bill Clinton and Cary Grant are my boyfriends). James is the father of Archetypal psychology and a scholar of Jungian theory—and he is likely the smartest man I am too afraid to meet. Let me explain, I have seen Hillman speak at least eight times and he intimidates me and makes me feel like a total idiot and that I am better suited to be at a Dr. Phil event rather than at a Hillman one, so I have never dared to meet him or ask him to sign his books for me or for me to kiss the hem of his adorable tweed jacket. I think my boyfriend is on the verge of becoming the Joseph Capmbell of the 2000′s. It is my hunch that very soon you will see Hillman on PBS. I imagine soon that Bill Moyer’s will have an eight part special in which we will hear Jimmy say things like “Follow no one.”
Why do I think this? Because Big Jim is hobnobbing with Hollywood and I assure you that J. is totally unimpressed and indifferent which I find totally charming. I have been to some of Jimbo’s lectures and have seen John Cleese in the audience and Cleese was hanging on my boyfriend’s every word and seemed to have a big time man-crush on him.
I just discovered that Hilly is going to be facilitating “The Red Book Dialogues” at UCLA’s Hammer Museum. April 20th Hillman and Helen Hunt are going to have a chat about Jung’s genius journal
. April 25th he is pairing with Jungian Scholar Sonu Shamadasan
i. So now you know where you can find me on the 20th and 25th. I will be the dork who arrives at 9 a.m. for the 7 p.m. event, just to be sure that I get front row tickets which will require me to avert Hillman’s gaze should he deign to look at me as I am not worthy for his retinas to come in contact with. Hillman would interpret my extreme enthusiasm and my feeling of profound inadequacy as a raging father complex, and he would be right.
If you can’t make it to L.A. to see Hilly and me, you can find him here
11. I am going to a four day psychology conference next weekend and I can’t wait. It is going to be a fantastic geek-fest of lectures, learning and obscure theory.
Something about going to psychology conferences makes me wish I could pull off Jenna Lyon’s
quirky-professor look. However when I wear glasses I just look plain dorky and not interesting and artsy like Jenna does.
12. The brilliant, kind, warm, and wonderful blogger that is MrsLittleJeans
sent this video to Lily. Hope you enjoy it as much as Lily and I did.
Please share what you are happy about today, even if it’s just teeth. Hope you have a weekend that inspires a list.