Def: PYRAMIDROME peerah-mih-droh-ming, verb
To pyramidrome is to be: aimlessly, thoughtfully, criminally and lazily alive.
EXAMPLE:
"What the fuck are YOU doing with YOUR life?"
"Why, I'm PYRAMIDROMING the day away, of course!"Please send your pyramidroming experiences for review to: willa.koerner@gmail.com. Together, we'll cackle our way towards purity, truth and that golden world of silver dreams.
MEET BROOKE: Bahama Mamma
Oh, lookie here! We’ve got ourselves another new pyramidromer. Seems like everyone’s getting in the mood to pour out their post-college woes. Brooke is from the Bahamas, and she attended Vassar with Liz, Jill and I… again, majoring in the super “real world-applicable” artsy-fartsy division of film. Hey, we might not be raking in the dolla bills, y’all, but at least we all got AESTHETIC!
pyramidroming > not pyramidroming.
Like everyone else on this blog and (presumably) the rest of our graduating class at Vassar, I worked pretty hard in high school. I was, and perhaps still am, dumb as shit, but I knew what to put in front of my teachers to get good grades. And I did this, not because I had any interest in what I was studying (I didn’t), but rather because I HAD GOALS. Clear-cut, specific, realistic goals. All I wanted was to leave the Bahamas and go to the golden arches that is aMerica and enroll in a college that I could be proud to say I attended. And not to toot my own horn, but damnit, I succeeded! But! I had only figured the plan out up to that point. So, again, like too many of our graduating class, we are stranded in our respective states/islands on the not-quite-ground floors of our respective pyramids.
I’ve been home now for a little more than a month makings plans to move to either New York City or out west. As for my goals, they are hazy and confused and not shaped anything like a block one would use to build safe pyramids. All my planning and convincing my parents for a September departure was going okay in that it wasn’t totally out of the question. But you know how like sometimes shit happens? Well, shit happened. Someone in my family got into a little car accident and no one was hurt but all my rent money that I would have gotten from my parents is currently being put towards repairing a shitty bus that our car damaged. So now my already hazy goals are becoming almost imperceptible from a fog of hopelessness… as emo as that sounds.
I majored in Film at Vassar and took the minimum required courses outside of the arts – most of them in the very useful and practical American Culture department. So my strongest skills include watching movies while reclined, google image searching, and writing (silly) papers. I put these skills to good use while I’m home by spending most of my time putting pretty things from… google image on my tumblr, laughing with or being laughed at by my brothers, and wondering WHAT THE HELL IM GOING TO DO WITH MY LIFE. Here are just some things I’ve considered devoting my life to becoming:
But I think I’ve realized what I really love doing right now is wondering what it is I want to do. I don’t quite know if I’m actually adding more blocks to my proverbial pyramid by doing this but maybe I’m just working overtime on perfecting the ground floor. Like an artist who paints on the same canvas over and over again or kinda like that book “Sight of Death” where T.J. Clark kept visiting these two Poussin paintings and writing about them over and over again. Maybe I’m not building my pyramid but at least, like, standing around my worthless pile of rocks and thinking about them. And that has somehow GOT to be better than doing nothing, right? RIGHT? I guess what I’m trying to say by saying ALL of this is that pyramids are going up all around you all the time whether you like it or not! Sometimes they are built slowly, giving you warning, and sometimes those fuckers just show up out of nowhere. Those bills from that car accident are a big, nasty pyramid in the middle of our house, for example. I’m talking in circles or triangles right now but I guess the point with pyramids is to just do something. ANYTHING. Pyramids are progress and they don’t build themselves.
*Curious?!??! Ask me about it!