January 2011
25 posts
A Shepard and a Flock of Lost Sheep.
I wanted to see the Laramie Project when a local school district performed it. I had a cough that weekend, so I didn’t go. The Westboro Baptist Church also was not in attendance, and for that I am grateful. Mathew Shepard’s story affected me deeply when it hit the news a dozen or so years ago. I still get tearful over it. I grew up in a homophobic suburb. I went to a homophobic...
A Day Behind.
I’m a day behind on this blogging project. Maybe 2 days. I see the excuses and reasons start to pile up. A stomach ache on Saturday. A migraine on Sunday. A cold/flu that I haven’t been able to shake for weeks. I really want to do this. I am, however, thinking about changing my own rules/expectations. There are memes like Wordless Wednesday and Silent Saturday that I could participate...
Stomach Ache.
Yesterday I had a stomach ache. I fell asleep without making a post. I spent most of the morning before I fell ill cleaning and trying to get my postage stamp sized apartment ready for my mother to stay over. She ended up not needing to stay for the second day of her conference and we both decided it would be best for her to go home rather than spend a lot of time in close quarters with me. I...
Something To Cry About.
The title is misleadingly sinister. I was not referring to any kind of violence, but rather a song by Tom Smith which you can see here on YouTube.
Why I decided to watch this video I do not know, but every time I hear it I cry sloppy undignified tears. Part of it is a feeling of loss, I had just turned 8 when Mr. Henson died. My sister still watched Sesame Street, and I watched with her. He made...
My Target Audience, My Own Worst Critic.
I’m late posting again. I could offer up some excuse, bemoaning that yesterday was a long, busy day at work and how I fully intended to write a post when I woke up from my (9 hour) nap, etc. But let’s just recognize the real reason for what it is. I’m putting too much pressure on myself to be entertaining. Which is ridiculous. I set out on this project with the objective to write...
Dreams
My dreams have been strange lately. I wake with a pressing sense of urgency which dissipates into a crushing disappointment. I feel the need to go back, because I almost had it solved. Never mind what “it” was. Then I realize that whatever I was so thoroughly engaged in isn’t real. That sense of passion, fulfillment and importance wasn’t real.
Lately my dreams have...
Three Hours Less.
I arbitrarily decided to give myself a deadline of posting sometime around midnight eastern. I live on the west coast, so essentially I am screwing myself out of three hours.
I wonder at my motivation for this decision. Having a deadline means accountability, but I have a chronically screwed up sleeping pattern. I sometimes sleep in 2 to 4 hour blocks for weeks at a time. I am often asleep just...
This Isn't Going Well.
The heartfelt post I wrote yesterday was apparently lost somewhere between my phone and the tumblr. I sent it from my phone again, and it made it to the the Innernetz. Yay.
These technical difficulties do not bode well for the future of this project.
I’m also having trouble keeping my commitment to myself to write two posts today to make up for skipping Sunday.
Basically my thought...
Being Accountable.
I did not post yesterday. It wasn’t due to technical error. In fact I have no excuse. I do have a reason. I had my mind set on posting about Westboro Baptist and the Laramie Project. Both of which are very emotional subjects for me. I kept putting off writing my post because I was enjoying my day off and knew writing what I needed to write would make me sad. I went to bed late, and still had...
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I'm A Moron: Memory And Organization.
I love it when I put something important/expensive/irreplaceable some place bizarre.
Then I forget about it.
Then I look for it.
Then I can’t find it.
Then I think I accidentally threw it out.
Then I feel awful.
Then I might consider dumpster diving to reclaim it depending on how recently the trash was picked up.
Then I give up all hope and shake my head at my own stupidity.
Then I...
Gloating About The Weather.
I walked around in a tank-top in 78F degree weather today. The sunlight warmed my bare arms and sky was a beautiful shade of blue.
Meanwhile, most of the country is freezing.
Hahahahaha!
I’m not normally so (openly) petty and fueled by spite.
The innernetz have been atwitter (heh.) with people complaining about their weather.
Just a few weeks ago southern California was experiencing...
Gluten Free and Kindness
I had a nice little twit-versation today with a webcomic author I admire. He said that he figures “if some folks have strong allergies to it (gluten), it’s worth learning to live without if needed!”
He also pointed to another webcomic artist who I admire and gave her credit for “making me care about it”
That’s pretty much the sweetest thing I have heard in a...
I Would Rather Not...
I’d rather not have weeks like this week. Weeks where I just get through it. Weeks where my short day turns into my long day and my easy day turns into just another in a long line of busy days. Truth be told, I wouldn’t mind weeks like this if I was getting paid to do what I love. But that’s not particularly novel, is it?
Treading Water In The Shallow End.
I’m not doing much with this little project I gave myself. I’m not sure it’s entirely fair to attribute this lack of progress to my death-cold and my lack of planning. At any rate, I’m still doing it, and I don’t think I’ve missed a day yet. I feel like I should get a cookie or a shiny sticker or something. No, not really.
I Don't Know.
I don’t know what to write today. I spent the weekend sick. I tried to entertain myself with twitter when I was awake. I found myself sickened by people politicizing the actions of a disturbed individual before they had any reliable information. I was almost grateful that I couldn’t stay concious for very long. I don’t have any answers. I’m just sick of seeing tragedies...
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I'm an Idiot: Love.
Somehow I got attached to the idea that if I said “I Love you” too often it lost it’s meaning. By making it an everyday phrase, it became as banal as “Bye”.
It’s true that if I say or do something out of habit it becomes little more than hollow words or gestures; my experience leads me to hypothesize that this is true for many other people.
I’ve...
I Feel Like I Already Did This Today.
Which means I’ve reached that delusional, apathetic part of being sick. Too little sleep, too much cold medicine, and a plastic detachment that comes with being feverish all add up to this bizarre version of reality. One in which I write this post and then space out for 45 minutes before I post it.
Vista
I find it funny that a horrible and hated version of Windows shares it’s name with my hometown. Basically this flu is still kicking my butt and I can’t remember what I was going to write about. Probably because I have spent most of the day trying not to vomit. Nausea is really distracting.
Western Medicine vs. Natural Medicine.
I am guzzling herbal tea, vegetable soup, and water. If I take anymore zinc I may actually put myself at risk for zinc poisoning. Vitamin C, ginger, essential oil blends- all these and more are keeping my miserable butt alive and semi-coherent. But I am getting dizzy and tired. I need to prepare some food. I need to sleep. I need to function at work tomorrow. In the bathroom next to my thermometer...
I think I'm fighting off a cold.
This is the first time in over a year and a half that I have had symptoms that were worse than “It’s probably just allergies”. I do not need this right now. Hopefully it will go away soon. It’s supposed to take somewhere around 3 weeks of doing an activity daily to establish it as a habit.
The pot calling the kettle hack.
Today a web-comic “artist” I respected alluded to the idea that Hello Kitty themed merchandise lacks artistic integrity. This same artist has used the same “art” in all of his comics for close to 8 years, and the dialogue he writes is stilted and awkward.
Today I read many enraged and bewildered tweets and blog posts about someone named Snooki getting a book deal. One...
I didn't think this through... again.
When I originally decided to start writing more my goal was to blog every day for my 29th year. I still hope to meet that goal. My birthday is also not until May. In fact, if you speak geek, I was born on Star Wars day.
Why did I start this more than 4 months early? I don’t really know. Part of it was wanting to give myself a chance to adjust, practice, learn. But in doing so I am forgoing...
Today begins an experiment... again.
I had a livejournal back in 2000. I quickly lost interest. I’ve had other failed attempts at “blogging” since: myspace, blogger, wordpress, etc. I don’t even tweet every day.
So why try again?
Because I can do this from my phone. Because there are changes I want to make in my life and I think I might want to share that process. Because sometimes 140 characters isn’t...
