Fall is my favorite season, I realize once again. Everything seems to come together beautifully in the fall. The colors, even here in Atlanta, are gorgeous, the weather is ideal, the breezes smell nice, apples are fresh off the trees, and I feel this sense of renewal and new beginnings, even though supposedly everything is dying. It's like everything that's happened in the year up to that point dies and becomes compost to use to grow something new. Right now I'm looking at a new career direction, a new marketing strategy for Metro Girl, a series of new books to edit, and just feel like it's a time of cultivation, of planting seeds. I wish it could be fall all the time.
I swear, I come up with some weird little injuries. It seems that not only did I burn my chin Saturday night, but I burned and subsequently lost feeling in the tip of my right index finger. How? I was trying to use up a cigarette lighter I have for years and damn, the pressure of holding it down to light candles and then the heat -- ugh, I kept singing the skin over and over. It's not burned pe se, but it's all numb and I guess dead. It feels like the time I got frostbite at First Night Boston and couldn't feel my middle finger for months.
|What American accent do you have? |
Your Result: The Northeast
|The Inland North|
|What American accent do you have?|
My accent is a mysterious thing. It's definitely Northeastern, but not Bostonian or super New Englandy. I used to have a Bronx accent like my parents. Still, 10 years after moving to Atlanta I *do* say "wicked" and "awesome" a lot though. And last week I confused my boss by calling the water cooler a "bubbler."