Oct 2, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
Mandate for a Massage
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): The daily grind is on the verge of crushing your spirit; you’re way too close to giving in to the petty pressures of everyday insanity. In my astrological opinion, therefore, you’re ready to indulge in what French poet Charles Baudelaire called “a taste for the infinite.” More than that: You desperately *need* to cultivate a voracious hunger for the infinite. Call it going back to your spiritual roots if you like. Think of it as talking to God or expanding your consciousness or meditating till your heart melts into a state of union with your eternal source. You’ve got to get yourself some deep and intimate communion with the Divine Wow.
~~is it completely sacrilegious of me to think this means I should go visit my massage therapist? (snorts the girl at Seminary)
Oct 1, 2003 | Overheard
Wisdom from the Backseat
“Even though I’m really smart, I still have lots to learn.”
“Sometimes, I’m an expert backseat driver!”
“Dear God, thank you for lending the stars to watch over us.”
~~It’s nice to be six and still believe that the stars follow you in your car to watch over you at night. Even cooler that he knows who to thank for that miracle.
Oct 1, 2003 | This Life
Yippy Skippy–It’s October
(More later, I promise. I’m still recovering from a terrible cold and an amazing Monday evening. We sooo rock! For some reason… I’m breathing easier– It’s finally October. )
Sep 29, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
New Obsession
Ok.. this is going to be a short post because I’m behind already today. THIS is strangely addictive. Don’t go unless you are prepared to get hooked. Heh
(if you solve Grand Master Level 6 let me know… I’m stumped)
Sep 28, 2003 | You Can't Make This Stuff Up
In All Seriousness
Re: Lurking
Well, guys… I’m only half-kidding about the wall of shame. However, in the spirit of you catch more flies with honey (not to insinuate anyone is any form of diptera)… I am going to make an simple appeal for NON LURKING. No Threats (See Wednesday September 24 post).
Why not lurk? Many of you find this site by accident courtesy of GOOGLE.. It’s completely understandable for you to look and leave, especially considering this site probably wasn’t what you were looking for in the first place. However, if by some twist of fate, you see something that makes you stay longer than it takes to right click on the back button–Welcome! Glad to have you here. If, for some even larger miracle, you see something that begs for your comment… by all means, don’t be shy. We certainly aren’t! And if by some Cosmic Random Act of Grace, you like the place enough to comment… TELL YOUR FRIENDS. Heh.
HOWEVER… you knew this was coming… for those of you who *found* this site because I sent the link to you… and for those of you used that link and also call yourselves friends… well, you have NO excuses to not talk to me. It’s the INTERNET. You can’t catch my cold, my insanity is self-contained, and I only mock people I love. I mean it.
Some of you haunt this place daily and never say a word. It makes a girl wonder, you know? In my more paranoid moments I can’t help but think… maybe they *hate* the posts. Maybe their mothers taught them that if you don’t have anything good to say, then say nothing at all and so, they are being really quiet because they have nothing good to say. Or… maybe they don’t love me anymore!
Then I realize I’m being completely pathetic and get over myself. But I do wonder how you are. I wonder how life is treating you. What your dreams are and if you have had any good wine lately. I wonder if you bought the new Dave Matthew’s and should I? I wonder if you still like to eat Ice cream on cold days and walk in the rain with no hat. You know, I wonder. So– stop being such a mystery and tell me what you think.
Sep 28, 2003 | This Life
Tuned Out
I was totally irresponsible this morning–I bought a new cd at… (shhh… TARGET). Heaven forbid. Typically, I’m strictly a Tower kind of girl. Who thinks the world should be as well. Strictly Tower, that is–God forbid we were all girls! Anyhow, I needed new tunes for the 90 minute commute having been without new music since April. S i g h. Ok… so, I showed some restraint (mostly a guilt thing. I knew that I would be going to Tower on Wednesday to pick up the new Dido release. I didn’t want to reek of infidelity. Ooh… good pun there… Infidelity and High fidelity. Heh) and only purchased one CD. It was a toss up: Bowie or the new solo Dave Matthews. Hmmm… decisions decisions. I opted for Reality over Some Devil purely on the basis that reality sounded like a safer title for a Sunday. Heh.
However, one word. KARMA. Got home today to find out that the Bowie release is on SALE at Tower. Shoot! Oh well… I only over paid by like… four bucks. What’s four bucks, anyhow? (hmm, nail polish, a magazine, a Mocha, 1/100th of a pair of Blahnicks)
Sep 26, 2003 | This Life
Ugh
There seems to be some odd correlation between IZ traveling and my getting sick. He leaves town and I come down with things. Yesterday’s headache turned into a full-fledged cold last night. It would have been lovely just go to bed to ride it out–however, I had an exam this morning and kid duty. Obviously, I have a wayward gene that is triggered by the words, “Oh, by-the-way, I have to be in L. A. on Friday”. Got to love genetics. (stumbles off to bed wondering if the Human Genome Project should be alerted.)
Sep 25, 2003 | This Life
Playing Hooky
I managed to finish my paper and sneak off to bed at 12:30 am. However, no one notified my body that it actually slept for nine hours… can you say PAIN. I woke up with a migraine and pain all the way down my back. Joy! Anyhow, I decided that I was in NO condition to face the van rides over and back to class and in NO condition to driver myself either. So, I’m playing hooky I guess.
If only that meant what it sounds like. What it really means is that I’m home to finish cleaning this apartment (Hurricane Georges and tropical storm Laundry just came through) and begin prepping for the exam tomorrow. Sigh. That’s hardly what I would call “playing”. Oh well… it beats the van.
PS: Kat… I’m thinking about you RIGHT NOW!
Sep 24, 2003 | This Life
Brother Merton for Brother Thaddaeus
Contemplation is also the response to a call: a call from one Who has no voice, and yet Who speaks in everything that is, and Who most of all, speaks in the depths of our own being: for we ourselves are words of God. It is as if in creating us God asked a question, and in awakening us to contemplation God answered the question so that the contemplative is at the same time, question and answer.
(paraphrase, mine)
Sep 24, 2003 | This Life
Oh
I love you oh so well
like a kid who loves candy and fresh snow
I love you oh so well
I could fill up and overflow
DMB
