It’s a bit remarkable how much setting up a blog makes you feel vain.
Hi, I’m Elise. That’s not my legal name. That’s not even my chosen first name. But it’s mine, and I like it, and I’m trying to grow to like other parts of me, too. I’m not a writer by trade or even by hobby. I’ve done a few student op-eds, and I write a little bit on a Substack with my friends, but the thought struck me today to write somewhere by and for myself. Most of the writing I do is essays for school (I have one city planning degree, half of a second, and am teetering on applying for a third) or shitposting online. A few times a year I get the compulsion to journal for a bit, and it never sticks. Routines that have anything more than menial involvement don’t last, not for me. Rare are the times when I get to write for fun, but that’s nobody’s fault but mine.
I have, for a long time, wanted to do something creative. The expression of making something original feels so, for lack of a better word, cool, and infinitely far away from me. For the most part, I just exist through life, and have found a few outlets along the way. I do film photography, I make little jokes online, but those aren’t the same thing. Film is capturing what exists and stripping it out of time and place, especially with a point and shoot, which my primary camera is right now. Shitposting online is cheap heat and doesn’t even belong in the same conversation. Both are fun, neither are enough. If I was happy with where I am, I wouldn’t want to grow.
Writing is about as close as I can get, and even then I’m nothing special. For a year in middle school I skipped art class and hid in the bathroom because I was too frustrated at how bad I was at it. But I could write, and I could get told I was good at writing. This is meant to be two things: an outlet for all the thoughts I find myself wasting as I go through life, and a place to hopefully push myself to create something of meaning. Not meaning as in consequential, just something I can feel like actually took self improvement and parts of myself that I have yet to understand.
So, what is this blog?
There’s no plan right now, nor do I really expect there to be. But it’ll start as a place to just talk and figure it out as I go. Maybe I’ll figure something out along the way, and it’ll be here for you to see.
A quick note, since you were probably wondering.
Yes, the blog title, and my socials, make some reference to ‘puddles’. It’s just a nickname, from the early days of the pandemic when I was starting to have an online presence in earnest. There’s no real origin to it, but it’s perfectly good as a nickname.
What else should I know?
What would you like to know?
Something Cool I Saw / Read / Listened To This Week
This is a segment I wish I had done in my column days. Seemed like such an obvious idea. But, no time like the present.
FACE/OFF (1997, Dir. John Woo)
The weirdest damn movie I have ever seen. It was an absolute delight to see it in a theater. Endless laughs, and a few ovations from the crowd.
The Scorpion Departs, But Never Returns, Phil Ochs
I love Ochs’ music and have for a while, but, like literally any artist I enjoy, I don’t go through their discography besides the music I already know. On the bus to work the other day, I decided to, and was struck by how hauntingly beautiful this song is.
The Vessel, by Lindsey Adler. I’ve enjoyed her work for a long time and, while I don’t mean to make light of her situation, I did feel something resonant about her trying to reengage with creativity, even if for myself it would only be engaging for the first time. I wish her and her dog Fisher all the best in healing from what she described in the piece.
Arnold, Sarah. “Urban Decay Photography and Film: Fetishism and the Apocalyptic Imagination.” Journal of Urban History 41, no. 2 (2015): 326–39. https://doi.org/10.1177/0096144214563499.
Yes, really. Arnold’s exploration of ruin photography in Detroit is fascinating and caused me to examine a lot of things that feel so painfully obvious after reading it. The way that photography can be used to exploit and dehumanize via omission, the way that it withholds history, make so much sense but I had never put a finger on them. As a planner (in training), and someone who cares about thinking about cities in a just and critical way, I’m glad I took the time to read it.
Next Up
I don’t quite know, yet. But something, and hopefully soon.
See you then.