Friday, April 2, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
No Author, Apparently
My cousin is currently taking on cancer at Beth Isreal hospital. I have been sending her and her partner a quote a day in support and so now I'm all about quotes apparently. Including this one which didn't have an author listed.
“Don't ever give up on something or someone that you can't go a full day without thinking about.”
Shame on You, Jesse
The thing is, when we leave this place it's not the crap we leave behind that will be remembered, it's who we were as a person. How we treated others. How we lived our lives. I get that people are human. I get that and I recognize that I might have high standards. But still, why is it so difficult to live a life of integrity and respect the people you care about? (And why is it so hard to keep it in your pants?)
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Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Rain Rain Go Away
This rain is killin' me. Such miserable stuff.
I went on a field trip to Barnes and Nobles this afternoon just to get out of the house. I read some of my book ('Straight Man', which is supposed to be funny but I'm not really laughing all that much yet. There's still time, I guess.) and did some writing. My Dad asked me recently if I still write a journal. I used to write much more, putting more stories in there, but now this blog is for the stories (much like the really awesome one I'm telling right now? I know, you want to tell all your friends about it, don't you!). My journal comes out when I need to empty myself of whatever's bothering me.
Although this hasn't always been true, I seem now to only write when I'm upset or irked. As a result I'll go months without opening it and then suddenly forty pages are full. I end up with pages and pages of excessive and repetitive ruminating and analyzing over things I can't do anything about.
I'm confident it will make for some really annoying reading some day. But today, for me, it's cathartic. At least for a while. The ink comes out and takes the weight with it. Until twenty five minutes pass and I have to vomit something else out of my brain. It's like I'm a Bulimic thinker.
Tonight will entail getting-up at certain intervals to turn the sump-pump in the basement on, or off, depending on what shift I get. I'm a bit sketched out about going down there in the middle of the night. If you don't hear from me in a few days, come looking.
I went on a field trip to Barnes and Nobles this afternoon just to get out of the house. I read some of my book ('Straight Man', which is supposed to be funny but I'm not really laughing all that much yet. There's still time, I guess.) and did some writing. My Dad asked me recently if I still write a journal. I used to write much more, putting more stories in there, but now this blog is for the stories (much like the really awesome one I'm telling right now? I know, you want to tell all your friends about it, don't you!). My journal comes out when I need to empty myself of whatever's bothering me.
Although this hasn't always been true, I seem now to only write when I'm upset or irked. As a result I'll go months without opening it and then suddenly forty pages are full. I end up with pages and pages of excessive and repetitive ruminating and analyzing over things I can't do anything about.
I'm confident it will make for some really annoying reading some day. But today, for me, it's cathartic. At least for a while. The ink comes out and takes the weight with it. Until twenty five minutes pass and I have to vomit something else out of my brain. It's like I'm a Bulimic thinker.
Tonight will entail getting-up at certain intervals to turn the sump-pump in the basement on, or off, depending on what shift I get. I'm a bit sketched out about going down there in the middle of the night. If you don't hear from me in a few days, come looking.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Said Better
I don't like the quote from the previous entry anymore. It bugs me.
I like this one though, also Dolly Parton's, “Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”
I like this one though, also Dolly Parton's, “Find out who you are and do it on purpose.”
Well Said
“The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.”
- Dolly Parton
- Dolly Parton
Dead Bird
I woke to early this morning. My mind started going and since I'm nursing yet another cold (my fourth this season?), I coudln't fall back asleep.
I joined Dad downstairs with my tea and chocolate chip muffin, and we watched the tail end (no pun intended) of "Winged Migration". There was a sea of penguins and up walks this preying bird of some kind. He goes after one of the baby penguins and the adult penguins, it's parents included, just stand there and watch. They squawk a bit and flap their wings a little, but really, they do nothing. The baby gets eaten.
It was not a nice start to the day.
I joined Dad downstairs with my tea and chocolate chip muffin, and we watched the tail end (no pun intended) of "Winged Migration". There was a sea of penguins and up walks this preying bird of some kind. He goes after one of the baby penguins and the adult penguins, it's parents included, just stand there and watch. They squawk a bit and flap their wings a little, but really, they do nothing. The baby gets eaten.
It was not a nice start to the day.
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