blatherings

blatherings
the shallow side

This isn't mine, BTW

If you don't know about PostSecret, it is a wonderful site with new postcards every week.  This is one of my all time favs.
1.10.06 20:46


but I think I might like being lazy... I don't know, I'll get back to you about it

Bella keeps going out onto the balcony and then running in like she’s being chased. Seriously – like twelve times in a row. I think she’s rehearsing. Or just odd. Back at the day job today. I’ll spare you the details. Rest assured that my mind left in ten minutes flat and I picked it up from the bar on my way home. It was pretty drunk but much happier then if it would’ve stayed in the office with me. Part of the problem is that I finished reading “James Tiptree Jr” by Julie Phillips last night … erm … early this morning, so I was tired and sad. Grateful, but sad nonetheless. Plus, the whole ambiguity of the suicide pact she had with her husband was difficult. Phillips did a nice job of painting Sheldon in a good light but there was a shadowy suggestion that the husband had agreed to a suicide pact for sometime in the unspecified future and then Sheldon killed him in a bout of depression – part clinical, part induced by drugs and not wanting to deal with him going blind – and then killed herself. Now, on one hand I doubt he would have survived long had she only killed herself, as they sounded pretty closely bound by time and habit. Still, it made me proud of my life and my choices, made me aware also that I am a lazy slug who lets her talents gather dust. S and I talked for a while about it during dinner – finding your place in the world when there doesn’t seem to be one ready made. I’ve always had at least one person around – at least in letter writing range – who got me. I may not have family but at least there are friends who love me and don’t get put off by my ways. And now there is S – the first person I’ve never once felt as though I should censor myself around – as much as he drives me nuts, I know I do the same. Anyway, I have a French test to study for…
5.10.06 05:55


Abstract

I just wrote the abstract for my thesis. It was easy. But now I feel like I'm done... shouldn't have to work any more today... blah.
9.10.06 02:23


Tania, Mel, this one's for you

12.10.06 04:48


shudder

After nights of not being able to sleep, I’ve had one night (well, I slept at 5.30 am) of five hours and felt refreshed, so when I went to bed this morning, I was confident that it would soon lead to my being asleep.  And it did.  And right into one of the worst nightmares I’ve had in a long, long time.  There were zombies, which weren’t really the problem, and I was a man – which was odd and at one point I had to adjust and it felt so natural – and my partner and I killed a bunch in the place we were, had to hang glide to another military style complex.  And then we had to deal with human evil, which, let’s face it is much worse than zombies, who can be kinda cute in their way.  I won’t go on, as it was gruesome and graphic and really, where does my mind come up with this shit?  I haven’t watched a horror movies in ages and Lovecraft, well, he’s all about the indescribable horrors, now isn’t he? 

Shudder.

Mel and Heather are going to make me go for a walk and have some dinner.  That will help, right?
16.10.06 01:18


I never thought I would say this

But there is a two year old asleep on my futon. P brought her youngest over today before she left for work. We went for a quick walk but it was rather blustery so we came home, played with the camera and watched a video I have of the kids singing to S a good five hundred times. Then we started watching Winnie the Pooh and he crashed 10 minutes in. I’m tempted to nap myself but I suspect I won’t wake up as easily.
19.10.06 19:19


Free Will Astrology - Cancer


It's almost time to bring an end to your phase of resting and recouping. The self-protective mode has served you well, but if you stay in it much longer it'll begin to backfire. Soon you'll need a wake-up call, an inflammatory summoning. If I were there with you, I might even sing you the opposite of a lullaby--a disturbing yet inspiring rant designed to rouse and agitate and excite you.

 get yours
20.10.06 00:31


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