It’s been some time since I’ve blogged. There’s so much to say I don’t know where to begin. I’ll just chalk it up to a year lost and found.

I’m waiting for Typekit to populate/propagate my font. I’m using Cooper.

The font makes the webdesign. I have to finish rebooting things here.

I tried to de-clutter the design and my life and get things squared away into a single-file,  simple column. Maybe it worked.

The Sells-Jaros household is now just the Sells household. Quite surreal. The Sells household is also without the beloved cat. That was a devastation too great to be accounted for – the cat part, that is.  A car accident totaled my yellow car. Personal and professional changes ate my time this year.

So… about being Gen X and divorced, and updating me and a website devoted to things Gen X.

Weight loss and the looming prospect of a 50th birthday have depleted my closet of clothing, my bank account, and caused me to rethink my clothes and reexamine the fashion-beauty industrial complex at the other side of youth. These are all things that Hillary Clinton and the Boomers were supposed to have resolved. Then there’s all my dead links to the rocker grrl and chick sites. Somehow my life is stale and dated and the Boomers are not. So the website cannot keep up and neither can I. That’s Gen X, defined by a squeeze between two generations. Now, I’m too old and tired to dubstep and too young to appreciate the Beatles for anything other than their remote cultural significance.

Cultural studies did me in. The internet picked my intellectual pocket, turning from something profound – spidery and web-like, but manageable and lateral – into something like the national-local dollar store filled with unimaginable garbage in hi-def 3-d. My website is a museum. I was once proud of my early HTML skills, but then I avoided CSS except for minor hacking. Like my cat, my website is permanently bygone.

Now I’m grandmotherly with regard to most things technological, but I’m not an old enough lady to wear purple, to be one of those cool grannies in a meme, to collect social security, or to date anyone on a retiree dating site. I’ve emptied many closets of dead links on my website filled with the Doc Marten, hippie chick design aesthetic.

By the way, I’m still waiting for my font to come. I keep hitting refresh.

If you’re reading this, I’m impressed. If you’re following it and you get it, I’m glad you’re my friend. Truly, this year has been one of the best of my life and I am indeed happy. The fact that I am posting a physical picture of myself, the first ever on my website, is proof. The additional fact that I’m sticking my tongue out is irrelevant.



  1. You’ll always be my s-hero, Laura. And now you’re on my Favorites Bar. I’ll be back often.

  2. Good to seeya again, LS, but we are not yet anachronisms. We’re just waiting to become retro cool 😉

  3. Yay for blog updates 🙂 you’re just amazing and brilliant. My life is happier because you’re in it.

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      Sandy, you’re online way too much not to have a gravatar.

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