I’m done with introductions and grand, poetic declarations of what this might be. The last time I tried to systematically record a year of my life, I ended up with a list of nine films and one book. I’m pretty sure I stopped updating those within two weeks of the new year.

So I have no predictions or expectations of what comes out of here, just that in the past 3+ years of college, I forgot to read and write like it mattered to me, but here I am, starting again to document something.

For now, it’ll be anything that comes my way from the rabbit holes of Twitter, Designer News, and whatever I’ve culled on Feedly. For today, it’s a list of the most memorable things I’ve come across or created in 2014.

They’re hardly the most important things to happen this year, but they’re mine.

Expect something similar (at least for a few weeks) once I start this up for real in January. Expect more humor (c’mon, it’s the holidays, and I’m experiencing familial angst). Expect hearing from me no more than a week at a time (hah, am I kidding myself with 365 posts?). Expect heavy abuse of italics and parentheses (old habits die hard).

Best of all, expect nothing.

This was my 2014:

I. Donald Glover’s Instagram notes

II. Orange Is the New Black:
Especially this conversation on love
(Season 2, Episode 6)

Flaca: It’s like getting into a bath but the water is like warm, chocolate pudding. And The Smiths are playing, “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out.” There’s mood lighting all over, and there’s like five dudes massaging you.

Maritza: And you have a pizza.

Flaca: She’s right. You also have a pizza.

III. The Coquette:
Especially this piece of fun-sized advice

Any advice for a shit out of luck, confused, almost 21-year-old girl who is still trying to figure out her own beliefs, ideologies, and life in general?
Don’t let anybody fuck you — spiritually, mentally, emotionally, or physically. Whether it’s religion, ideology, shame, or a penis, don’t let anyone put anything inside you without thinking about it first and then making up your own mind.

IV. Things I’ll miss about Chicago

Sometimes this might not make a whole lot of sense. This one’s mostly for me.

V. A tweet, two links, and a vague memory

On Google Inbox: “You Are Not the User”

Paul Ford’s “How to Be Polite”

“Wow, that sounds hard.”

I remember reading advice about being brave enough to end relationships when you know they’ve run their course. I’ve spent too much time trying to recover where I read this, but for some reason, I think I read it here on Medium. Help?

Read Frank Rich’s interview with him for New York Magazine. Listen to Alec Baldwin’s interview with him for Here’s the Thing. Here’s a quote:

In the old days, they used to have signs up, “Whites Only, Whites Only.” Now they have a new thing. It’s called prices.

Go watch Top Five.

VII. Ask Polly: I Hate My Job and Feel Like a Fraud. What Should I Do?

One day, I won’t have to reread this. Until then, I’ll hold every part close. I could quote for you the whole column, but for now I’ll stick with this:

Do you know what “I am a God / Hurry up with my damn massage” means? It means I NEED MORE. I NEED MORE AND MORE AND MORE. It’s intended as irony. It’s intended as self-abnegation. It’s intended as “I know what you see. I know everything. FUCK YOU.” It’s intended as “I need your love.” It’s intended as “I am small and mortal and I know nothing.”

VIII. This year, I’m proud to have made…

Inspired by

Don’t worry. Just go ahead and add these all to your reading list right now.

• Today in Tabs
• Michael Sippey’s “filtered”
• Leah Reich’s “A Year of Wednesdays”
• Freia Writes
• Mailkimp??
• Everyone on the internet (yes, even you!)