While planning my triumphant blog return, I agonized over what to write about. “Hmm,” I thought, tapping my pen against my pumpkin spice latte, “What’s trending right now in the blog world?”
I took a walk, my boots crunching over leaves in shades of orange. Nothing came to me.
I sat blankly over a bowl of pumpkin oatmeal studded with honey crisp apple slices. A chill washed over me, and I wrapped my plaid blanket scarf tighter. What was that chill? Was it writer’s block?
Nothing came to me.
So, I just decided to write about fall.
+ The word of the day is feuillemort: having the color of a dying leaf. Hey Starbucks, Feuillemort Mocha Frappucino has a nice ring to it, yes? (Call me, I'm v good at naming things.)
+ I’m not sure why the blogosphere hasn’t caught on to Sukkot. OPEN YOUR EYES, PEOPLE: there’s an entire holiday centered around building your very own fall hut and throwing parties in it, and this year marks 5,777 years of celebrating it. The Jews are way ahead of you. (Above, I'm in a Moroccan themed Sukkah.)
+ Eleven years ago, in college, my friends and I marked the arrival of cooler weather by making this gooey pumpkin butter cake. In my eyes, this is the ultimate fall recipe. Nothing says "It's decorative gourd season" like four sticks of butter!
+ "There isn't something mystical about dead leaves tumbling down on your head, it's just the emotions you assign to things like that." -MTV | I've been wondering why we're all so obsessed with fall, and there's clearly a lack of research about this— Google returned my search mostly empty-handed, with offerings from MTV, the always reliable PsychicsUniverse.com, a story from NPR that's so old it could go to kindergarten next year, and, finally, these two articles I did think answered my question: 1 & 2 (spoiler alert: the Industrial Revolution, reactance theory, and social conformity are at play here.)
+ Do you know about The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows? The creator invents surprisingly beautiful words for human emotions that have no name. One of his inspirations for starting the project was the lack of word for "the wistful foreboding of the first sign of autumn."