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January 13, 2009

Breakneck:

"I get the feeling that the 24-hour news networks are like the bus in the movie 'Speed.' If they stop talking for a second, they think they'll blow up."

--Jon Stewart, The Daily Show, 2008 (Thanks to alert WORDster Ross Martin)

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Late-night ruminations on making Christmas out of thin air

By Kelly Greenwood

December 12, 2008 | I don't know why I can't get it together. I've had plenty of years in college (plenty -- I'm 23 and still have two semesters to go). You'd think I would have the system down.

But you think wrong. I am broke, I live paycheck to paycheck (and that's with overdrafts), I sleep on a mattress on the floor, and I'm starting to wonder if I'll be the party responsible for ruining Christmas. OK, that's a bit hyperbolic. But I do know I don't have money for Christmas, and that is upsetting.

My job pays pretty well, but with rent and utility payments (that I swear come every other day), tuition payments (that scholarship is over, honey!), and general living expenses, I am at a loss. Oh, and then there's the hot water fixture in the shower, which I have to turn on with pliers because it broke, and now the faucet leaks constantly because I can't tighten the fixture enough because I can't get a grip on the rusting nubbin that once was gripped by a fixture. Dear Landlord: This place is a hell hole. Everything is breaking, there were termites, and someone did a painting job OVER the wallpaper. I hope that wasn't you. Your wife deserves better. But oh no, I can't ask the landlord to fix the faucet because, of course, my rent payments have been late for the past three months, and there's probably no end in sight.

And then, of course, there's school, which for some reason, I can't seem to really excel in. I'm not stupid. I could get straight A's if I really wanted to. Is it the morning classes? The fact that I have a lot of interests but am not especially good at one thing? The fact that, for the first time in my life, I succeeded in the dating realm, which caused late nights for half the semester? The fact that I have become so good at creepy Facebook stalking? I do have a talent for that. I also have a talent for chocolate-eating and cat-loving. If cat-loving could save Christmas, I'd be in pretty good shape. I could save, like, 20 Christmases one after another with my perpetual love for my kitten. (Now, that is creepy. Perhaps I won't be so successful in the dating realm, after all.)

I am not bad at art, though, so if the cat-love Christmas-save doesn't work out, maybe for Christmas I will draw everyone pictures, like I did when I was in second grade. I'd lovingly sketch ladies in pretty dresses, landscapes, or stuff from whatever stream of consciousness I had, and I'd put it in a festive bag with a bow and place it under the tree. You can imagine the magic people felt when they received my beautiful drawings. OK, probably not. Maybe it's been so long since I've gifted pictures that my mom won't remember, and I can get away with giving her a drawing of my cat and me.

Hey, it's worth a shot. Merry Christmas, Mom.

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