Monday, July 28, 2003
Sunday, July 27, 2003
TOGETHER AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME
I'm utterly speechless. My being - heart, mind, body and soul - is spinning around and around. I'm mired in contradictions. I'm feeling the total bliss of simple contentment. I have finally touched someone I've seemed to know for 100 years. I'm finally feeling a closeness that can only be described as oneness...
I think I'll write more once I'm all sorted out -- which may not be for awhile.
It's still sort of jumbled... but it's so good.
I'm utterly speechless. My being - heart, mind, body and soul - is spinning around and around. I'm mired in contradictions. I'm feeling the total bliss of simple contentment. I have finally touched someone I've seemed to know for 100 years. I'm finally feeling a closeness that can only be described as oneness...
I think I'll write more once I'm all sorted out -- which may not be for awhile.
It's still sort of jumbled... but it's so good.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
THOUGHTS AS I COUNT DOWN
Isn't this the best part of breaking upSeventeen hours left.
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we're gonna scratch
It's gonna take awhile for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we go, we're at the beginning
We haven't f***ed yet, but my head's spinning
Why Can't I
Liz Phair
MY WEEKLY PERSONALITY ANALYSIS
I figured why not make this a regular feature. Everyone should spend time analyzing themselves at least once a week, anyway.
This is true, because...
I figured why not make this a regular feature. Everyone should spend time analyzing themselves at least once a week, anyway.
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I'm Obi-Wan Kenobi, which Jedi Knight are you??? |
| Take the Jedi Personality Quiz at MHoNiP | |
This is true, because...
One of the galaxy's most honored and respected Jedi Knights, you were instrumental in galatic events both early and late in life. You were instrumental in awakening the powers of the Force in young Luke Skywalker in the end of your days, but in your younger days, due to your arrogance, you thought you could be a good as Yoda and train Anakin Skywalker to be a great Jedi Knight. He later became Darth Vader. Oops….Sounds about right.
MAKING A DIFFERENCE AT SUCH A TENDER AGE
Now, this is what I call community service!
At 14, I was still reading Justice League comics. Hell, I read one two weeks ago!
Now, this is what I call community service!
At 14, I was still reading Justice League comics. Hell, I read one two weeks ago!
TICK, TOCK, TICK
Thirty-six hours from now, we'll see if life really rebounds, if what goes around really does come around, and if dreams can come true after being broken to pieces.
Thirty-six hours from now, we'll see if life really rebounds, if what goes around really does come around, and if dreams can come true after being broken to pieces.
In the end the love we live withI don't care what people say, Robert Lamm is still one of the great American songwriters.
Is the love that we wait for
And the waiting cuts like a knife
In the end the love we hoped for
Is the love that we learned with
Looking for the love of my life
The love of my life
The Love of My Life
words/music by Robert Lamm/Jim Vallance
perf. by Robert Lamm
Thursday, July 24, 2003
REVENGE OF MY INNER NERD
I was at Barnes and Noble today buying a "Welcome Home" gift for a friend. I resolved NOT to indulge on this book I've had my eye on for awhile, Mike Nelson's Mind Over Matters. I succeeded!
Instead, I bought Bobos in Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There by David Brooks. It seems that I keep seeing this referenced just about everywhere as of late. It's an interesting and humorous treatise on "bourgeois bohemians," a class of people the author defines as:
I was at Barnes and Noble today buying a "Welcome Home" gift for a friend. I resolved NOT to indulge on this book I've had my eye on for awhile, Mike Nelson's Mind Over Matters. I succeeded!
Instead, I bought Bobos in Paradise: The New Upper Class and How They Got There by David Brooks. It seems that I keep seeing this referenced just about everywhere as of late. It's an interesting and humorous treatise on "bourgeois bohemians," a class of people the author defines as:
...those who have wed the bourgeois world of capitalist enterprise to the hippie values of the bohemian countercultureI'd write more about it (and plan to, eventually), but I think I'm going to finish reading it tonight, first. I'm about half-way through it already, proving once again how fast I can read stuff I care about.
MY NEW FAVORITE WEBSITE... NO, I MEAN IT THIS TIME!
The Oracle of Starbucks
It works so well, I'd almost be willing to follow whatever pseudo-cult that's sure to build a religion around it.
Oh, that's right, I already worship at the altar of Starbucks. I forgot for a second.
The Oracle of Starbucks
It works so well, I'd almost be willing to follow whatever pseudo-cult that's sure to build a religion around it.
Oh, that's right, I already worship at the altar of Starbucks. I forgot for a second.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
FINALLY, A TV SHOW BANDWAGON I WON'T JUMP ON
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo - I described the concept to a friend who said , "This sounds vaguely offensive." I agreed, but this was the very reason I had to see it.
As usual, though, whenever something promises to be titilatingly offensive, it ends up being mostly harmless and rather silly.
However, I did like the end bit where the "Fab Five" watch the results of their make-over on video as the straight guy tries to impress whoever thought he needed the make-over in the first place. You know me -- always love that MST3K vibe.
I'll stick to Iron Chef and Trading Spaces. Heck, I'd probably watch another episode of Stripperella first. Ok ok, I wouldn't go that far.
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy on Bravo - I described the concept to a friend who said , "This sounds vaguely offensive." I agreed, but this was the very reason I had to see it.
As usual, though, whenever something promises to be titilatingly offensive, it ends up being mostly harmless and rather silly.
However, I did like the end bit where the "Fab Five" watch the results of their make-over on video as the straight guy tries to impress whoever thought he needed the make-over in the first place. You know me -- always love that MST3K vibe.
I'll stick to Iron Chef and Trading Spaces. Heck, I'd probably watch another episode of Stripperella first. Ok ok, I wouldn't go that far.
OPPORTUNITY IS "NOWHERE" OR "NOW HERE"?
I saw this referenced in someone else's blog. My apologies, but I just can't remember where.
In any case, whoever green-lit this web address is proof of why one needs degrees in the areas of marketing and advertising.
www.whorepresents.com.
Go on, click it... you know you want to.
I saw this referenced in someone else's blog. My apologies, but I just can't remember where.
In any case, whoever green-lit this web address is proof of why one needs degrees in the areas of marketing and advertising.
www.whorepresents.com.
Go on, click it... you know you want to.
AND, STILL NO WEATHER PIXIE!
Since Site Meter tells me that a few more people read this blog than the 2 to 5 people I already know read it, I decided to try a little experiment.
I popped in a Tag Board for general comments and/or polling the masses about whatever random question occurs to me.
So, let's see...
Since Site Meter tells me that a few more people read this blog than the 2 to 5 people I already know read it, I decided to try a little experiment.
I popped in a Tag Board for general comments and/or polling the masses about whatever random question occurs to me.
So, let's see...
Commenting available on every post - CHECK
Random "What sort of (blank) are you?" quizzes - CHECK
A couple of advertising banners/buttons - CHECK
A link to wilwheaton.net - CHECK
Tagboard - CHECK
A weather pixie - _________
Monday, July 21, 2003
EARLY EXAMPLE OF THE CORRUPTING INFLUENCE OF CORPORATE AMERICA?
I was talking with a friend of mine -- no, no one had "hurt her pride." Get it? Tom Petty and the... eh, nevermind. I was talking to her earlier this morning, and we briefly hit upon the subject of Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man. Don't bother wondering how something like that would come up; that's just how we are. Anyway, I had this epiphany:
Remember the Steve Austin doll and how you'd have to roll back the fake skin of his bionic arm to see the two molded pieces of plastic with stickers of "bionic circuitry" on them? It hit me -- was I being serriptitiously trained on condom use? No wonder I and a few others I know - who are now well outside the MTV demographic - don't seem overly troubled by the issue of "condoms in the classroom." We were already trained in one aspect of their use between the ages of 5 and 7!
Alas, while it was an epiphany for me, I discovered later, it wasn't an original observation.
I was talking with a friend of mine -- no, no one had "hurt her pride." Get it? Tom Petty and the... eh, nevermind. I was talking to her earlier this morning, and we briefly hit upon the subject of Lee Majors, the Six Million Dollar Man. Don't bother wondering how something like that would come up; that's just how we are. Anyway, I had this epiphany:
Remember the Steve Austin doll and how you'd have to roll back the fake skin of his bionic arm to see the two molded pieces of plastic with stickers of "bionic circuitry" on them? It hit me -- was I being serriptitiously trained on condom use? No wonder I and a few others I know - who are now well outside the MTV demographic - don't seem overly troubled by the issue of "condoms in the classroom." We were already trained in one aspect of their use between the ages of 5 and 7!
Alas, while it was an epiphany for me, I discovered later, it wasn't an original observation.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
ANOTHER PLEASANT VALLEY SUNDAY
I had a bit of time after church and was sitting here rummaging through email.
This month's issue of the WORK IT! Newsletter (it's a job search book written by Allison Hemming, an alum of my alma mater, the University of Dayton) had this piece of advice as to how to get yourself out of a job-hunting rut. I highlighted a key section.
I personally can't wait to watch David Carradine in action again!
No, I'm serious!
I had a bit of time after church and was sitting here rummaging through email.
This month's issue of the WORK IT! Newsletter (it's a job search book written by Allison Hemming, an alum of my alma mater, the University of Dayton) had this piece of advice as to how to get yourself out of a job-hunting rut. I highlighted a key section.
2. Give yourself a break (literally!).
It doesn't matter if it's one day or one week, but you need
to close the chapter of your job hunt that's not working so
you can start another chapter that will. Go to a museum,
pick up a mystery novel, watch all the Tarantino flicks so
you can get ready to deconstruct his new movie, Kill Bill.
I personally can't wait to watch David Carradine in action again!
No, I'm serious!
Saturday, July 19, 2003
DUEL AND DUALITY
If you recall, my life was rated...
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
This blog, on the other hand is a mere...
What rating is your journal?
brought to you by Quizilla
Just another example of the bittersweetness of age.
If you recall, my life was rated...
My life is rated R.
What is your life rated?
This blog, on the other hand is a mere...
What rating is your journal?
brought to you by Quizilla
Just another example of the bittersweetness of age.
BIG BROTHER IS STILL WATCHING!
Just for kicks, I've added a sitemeter counter. I've actually had the account for a few weeks but have been too utterly lazy to install it.
Don't worry, I'm not gathering information to launch some nefarious plot for world domination or assume your identity. I vow not to publish any info that I obtain (unless you tick me off), harass you (unless you deserve it), or adversely affect you in any way (unless I'm cranky and run out of coffee).
Just for kicks, I've added a sitemeter counter. I've actually had the account for a few weeks but have been too utterly lazy to install it.
Don't worry, I'm not gathering information to launch some nefarious plot for world domination or assume your identity. I vow not to publish any info that I obtain (unless you tick me off), harass you (unless you deserve it), or adversely affect you in any way (unless I'm cranky and run out of coffee).
SINCE I'M NOW OFFICIALLY OUTSIDE THE MTV DEMOGRAPHIC
I've found videos that are more interesting at www.animemusicvideos.org. A friend of mine is actually a member with videos of her own. Check them out.
I've found videos that are more interesting at www.animemusicvideos.org. A friend of mine is actually a member with videos of her own. Check them out.
Friday, July 18, 2003
THE CURLY SHUFFLE
The "this way to the egress" link above no longer points to my AOL homepage. I don't know why I've decided to do that all of a sudden, truth to tell. Links from there point here, after all, and may stay that way, at least for the time being. I've sort of MacGyver-ed a page for my long-unused geocities space, and since I've started using that email address again as of late, I figured, "what the heck?"
"But, D., couldn't I just click on the links you have on the menu on the bottom left and work my way to the index page?" Well, sure, smart-@$$. Whatever makes you feel like you were in the movie Hackers. Just be assured that it's not your cleverness, but my laziness that allows you to do that.
Anyway, I'm not gonna put the geocities email addy on here right away. I kinda enjoy being surprisingly spam-free at that address. Besides, if you wanna touch base, that's why I've got an enetation account. The geocities webspace isn't quite done yet; I will put up that addy eventually.
The "this way to the egress" link above no longer points to my AOL homepage. I don't know why I've decided to do that all of a sudden, truth to tell. Links from there point here, after all, and may stay that way, at least for the time being. I've sort of MacGyver-ed a page for my long-unused geocities space, and since I've started using that email address again as of late, I figured, "what the heck?"
"But, D., couldn't I just click on the links you have on the menu on the bottom left and work my way to the index page?" Well, sure, smart-@$$. Whatever makes you feel like you were in the movie Hackers. Just be assured that it's not your cleverness, but my laziness that allows you to do that.
Anyway, I'm not gonna put the geocities email addy on here right away. I kinda enjoy being surprisingly spam-free at that address. Besides, if you wanna touch base, that's why I've got an enetation account. The geocities webspace isn't quite done yet; I will put up that addy eventually.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
Monday, July 14, 2003
NEEDS TO BE SEEN TO BE BELIEVED
I'm not too amazed by the fact that TNN would have a show like Stripperella. I saw my very first episode tonight, as I couldn't reach the remote fast enough when RAW ended. Yes, it's pretty much everything what one would imagine: jokes targeted at Howard Stern's fanbase and blurred out animated images of breasts.
What does amaze me is that it really IS a Stan Lee creation, which he proceeds to defend by saying:
Like that's going to stop me getting my X-Men fix.
I'm not too amazed by the fact that TNN would have a show like Stripperella. I saw my very first episode tonight, as I couldn't reach the remote fast enough when RAW ended. Yes, it's pretty much everything what one would imagine: jokes targeted at Howard Stern's fanbase and blurred out animated images of breasts.
What does amaze me is that it really IS a Stan Lee creation, which he proceeds to defend by saying:
People have asked why I've created Stripperella after spending most of my life doing family-friendly stories. The point is, I feel that Stripperella, too, is family friendly. It's just that she's meant to appeal to a slightly older family.Another Polyanna childhood illusion is shattered. This from the same guy who used to provided me with a lifetime of comic book joy and used to wish me a hearty "Excelsior!" at the end of the Incredible Hulk and Spiderman and His Amazing Friends cartoons in the 80s.
from Newsarama
Like that's going to stop me getting my X-Men fix.
MY NEW FAVORITE WEBSITE
Appropriately named after my daily mantra: I Need Coffee
Surprisingly informative "non-commercial Caffeination Information."
WinMX Update - The last file of Chicago's 1987 concert at the Concord Pavillion continues to elude me.
Appropriately named after my daily mantra: I Need Coffee
Surprisingly informative "non-commercial Caffeination Information."
WinMX Update - The last file of Chicago's 1987 concert at the Concord Pavillion continues to elude me.
Saturday, July 12, 2003
BOIL AND BUBBLE
I'm sitting here engaging in my usual Saturday morning NPR ritual before work and again giving some thought to the various ups and downs of my present life. Money problems abound again, but nothing I won't make it through (I don't think). And, this time around, I have as many, if not more reasons to be happy than sad.
I keep coming back to this verse of the song My Thanksgiving:
Score another one for maturity, huh?
I'm sitting here engaging in my usual Saturday morning NPR ritual before work and again giving some thought to the various ups and downs of my present life. Money problems abound again, but nothing I won't make it through (I don't think). And, this time around, I have as many, if not more reasons to be happy than sad.
I keep coming back to this verse of the song My Thanksgiving:
And I don't mind saying that I still love it all
I wallowed in the springtime
Now I'm welcoming the fall
For every moment of joy
Every hour of fear
For every winding road that brought me here
For every breath, for every day of living
This is my Thanksgiving
by Henley/Lynch/Winding
Score another one for maturity, huh?
Wednesday, July 09, 2003
LIVIN' LA VIDA INTERESANTE
I know it's been a dry spell for blog entries. Working, turning 30, and closely following Wimbledon for the first time in about five years were some of the things keeping me occupied over the past week or so. I've also spent a fair amount of time connecting on multiple levels with someone who's quite possibly my mirror image, while at the same time working out various life issues.
Unfortunately, this leaves little time for dwelling on life observations and jotting down sarcastic comments. There just hasn't been room in my head. Perhaps my idiocy threshhold was slightly raised. Or, like a drug addict, it simply takes more and more to motivate me to make cutting remarks.
I'm sure the bug will return soon. But, in the interim, a couple of recent events merit some treatment.
I played with a small group of musicians at my church for the 4th of July. It was a sort of hodge-podge of smooth jazzy (blech), pop and rock instrumental stuff. I was sort of nervous. I did a fair amount of personal preparation, but was unable to attend the single rehearsal that was held. And, I unexpectedly ended up playing on a few songs I hadn't practiced.
All in all, I don't think I did all that badly. Yes, it could've done better. But, it could've been so much worse. I shock myself with that attitude. A friend of mine was slightly shocked when I conveyed this feeling to him. Perhaps maturity is starting to catch up with me.
The other event -- well, I changed my mind about sharing it. Let's just say that it was a situation that had the earmarks of the first five minutes of a soft-core, r-rated adult film and from which I promptly escaped.
I know it's been a dry spell for blog entries. Working, turning 30, and closely following Wimbledon for the first time in about five years were some of the things keeping me occupied over the past week or so. I've also spent a fair amount of time connecting on multiple levels with someone who's quite possibly my mirror image, while at the same time working out various life issues.
Unfortunately, this leaves little time for dwelling on life observations and jotting down sarcastic comments. There just hasn't been room in my head. Perhaps my idiocy threshhold was slightly raised. Or, like a drug addict, it simply takes more and more to motivate me to make cutting remarks.
I'm sure the bug will return soon. But, in the interim, a couple of recent events merit some treatment.
I played with a small group of musicians at my church for the 4th of July. It was a sort of hodge-podge of smooth jazzy (blech), pop and rock instrumental stuff. I was sort of nervous. I did a fair amount of personal preparation, but was unable to attend the single rehearsal that was held. And, I unexpectedly ended up playing on a few songs I hadn't practiced.
All in all, I don't think I did all that badly. Yes, it could've done better. But, it could've been so much worse. I shock myself with that attitude. A friend of mine was slightly shocked when I conveyed this feeling to him. Perhaps maturity is starting to catch up with me.
The other event -- well, I changed my mind about sharing it. Let's just say that it was a situation that had the earmarks of the first five minutes of a soft-core, r-rated adult film and from which I promptly escaped.
Thursday, July 03, 2003
AND THE WINNER IS...
I decided that I'd use a third, different song as my "Birthday Theme." I can't remember if I've mentioned this song before or not. But hey, it's my birthday and my blog :) -- 7/3/MCMLXXIII!
Of course, however, the show still must go on...
'Nuff said
I decided that I'd use a third, different song as my "Birthday Theme." I can't remember if I've mentioned this song before or not. But hey, it's my birthday and my blog :) -- 7/3/MCMLXXIII!
Many reasons that hold you back
Tell you no, make you fall short of what you want to say
Too many voices in my head
Where's the boy who used to take chances
Used to say when I grow up to me a man someday
True to my heart in every way
Seems so simple
Why's it so hard
I'll never know
Take the time seize the moment
Don't let go
The state of mind is everything about
The love you call your own
The Love You Call Your Own
words/music by Robert Lamm & Gerard McMahon
Of course, however, the show still must go on...
And I'm tired of turning my back on myself
Throwing truth away
Let the fire burn down the front door to myself
And give me a season to play
The Show Must Go On
words/music by Bill Champlin
perf. by Chicago
'Nuff said
Wednesday, July 02, 2003
MORE BORROWED LYRICS
For E...
:x
For E...
Did you ever love somebody
Did you ever really care
Did you ever need somebody
Just to rub your hair
All the energy we spend on motion
All the curcuitry and time
Is there any way to feel a body
Through fiber optic lines
...
Don't you wanna be right here, right now
Right Here, Right Now by Cassandra Wilson
:x
TURNING
George Carlin on age:
(I highlighted a relevant secion)
There was a sort of bittersweet, sad tradition I sort of developed about 4 or 5 years ago. At some point during the day of my birth, I'd find a quiet spot and play the song Birthday Boy by Chicago. It's sort of a sad song that I guess (20/20 hindsight) made me feel like I was being all pensive when I was in reality indulging in a good dose of self-pity.
This year, however, feels different. For all the good and bad times in the past couple of years, some really good things have happened -- some as recently as last week!
So, I've decided that starting this year, I'm going to start listening to something else on my birthday. It's a tie. I can't decide between the song My Thanksgiving by Don Henley (I've posted a link to the lyrics some time back) and the song The Show Must Go On by Chicago, the song I've sort of adopted as my personal theme song over the past year or so. (Sorry, I can't really find a link to any accurate lyrics anywhere).
And, here I have about an hour to decide...
George Carlin on age:
(I highlighted a relevant secion)
And then the greatest day of your life... you become 21.
Even the words sound like a ceremony... YOU BECOME 21... YESSSS!!!
But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk. He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?
You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40.
Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you REACH 50... and your dreams are gone.
But wait!!! You MAKE it to 60. You didn't think you would!
So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.
There was a sort of bittersweet, sad tradition I sort of developed about 4 or 5 years ago. At some point during the day of my birth, I'd find a quiet spot and play the song Birthday Boy by Chicago. It's sort of a sad song that I guess (20/20 hindsight) made me feel like I was being all pensive when I was in reality indulging in a good dose of self-pity.
This year, however, feels different. For all the good and bad times in the past couple of years, some really good things have happened -- some as recently as last week!
So, I've decided that starting this year, I'm going to start listening to something else on my birthday. It's a tie. I can't decide between the song My Thanksgiving by Don Henley (I've posted a link to the lyrics some time back) and the song The Show Must Go On by Chicago, the song I've sort of adopted as my personal theme song over the past year or so. (Sorry, I can't really find a link to any accurate lyrics anywhere).
And, here I have about an hour to decide...
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