This week I have:
gone to a play (Serious Money by Caryl Churchill)
read a book (Slowness by Milan Kundera)
gone to the opera (Julius Caesar by Handel)
discussed politics at not one, but TWO different coffeehouses
almost sold a $250,000 painting
Tonight the parents close on their new co-op apartment.
I think there is some celebrating to do, but I’m unsure how it might play out.
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I was completely taken aback seeing snow outside this morning. I actually hollered “Oh NO!” upon seeing snow smothering the flowers trying so hard to pop up and cheer me.
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One of the best things about finally starting up this here blog thing here is that I feel much more justified taking time and reading other people’s writing online. I always felt it was a worthwhile use of my time, but now it’s part of my “project” and I can let myself go completely into it.
I read this today, so I have simply pulled it directly because she sums it up and I’m against reinventing the wheel.
“Oh help me. I feel like I am trying to gather up all my shards of personality and make them into…not a whole, exactly, that would be dumb and outdatedly Modernist of me, but how about an orderly pile of shards? Would that be too much to ask? I feel a bit like Stretch Armstrong lately, by which I mean “pulled in all directions” and not “blonde and beefy.” I really miss the afterwork stuff I used to do with friends, I miss my friends. And I miss all the shards that I seem to have misplaced somewhere, and I feel like I have to work overtime to battle the Great Drifting Alienated Orb Of Adulthood. (Why do I see it as this huge unanchored silver weather balloon that just appears in your backyard one day?) And I wish Chicago would get warm already.”
Yes, indeed. Thank you Mimi Smartypants.
(Most of the way down the page, if you’re wondering. FYI: I cut a bit of it for cohesion.)
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I’m alternating homeopathic dissolve-sublingually pellets for muscle soreness with the ones for emotional upset. Like all things homeopathic, I think it’s working. Especially in combination with the tips of the tulips and daffodils poking their hopeful green heads out of the melting dirt of the backyard.
Change is coming, coming with the Spring.
I’ve also been working on my grasshopper impression and avoiding my ant nature. I put on my St. Anthony medallion and took myself to a coffeehouse to spent the better part of the day there. I watched and played with a totally cool little kid, ate vegetarian shepherd’s pie, drank coffee, and read a graphic novel. I am the slacker poster girl.
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If anyone still can’t see a background image behind this, wouldja please email me? Join me in a little bit of user testing. Danke.
My body has a phenomenal method of letting me know that things are completely fucked up. It breaks. How nice of it! Subtle, too. Physical pain seems to be my personal reminder of a bit of the old koyaanisqatsi.
Not unlike how I seriously hurt my knee while working at Hallmark, I have pulled something in my neck. At Hallmark, I was miserable, gaining weight, depressed, drinking without the fun part. I hurt myself, I got a clue, I quit. The tale is longer that that, but those are the vital plot points. The pulled muscle, or whatever it is, in my neck is not nearly as serious as my knee. My sincere thanks to any powerful entities that had a hand in that; it’s getting better.
In the midst of the pain and annoyance, I found myself a clue. Said clue was sitting there, patiently, with those large expressive hound-dog eyes, which, when they look up at you, are both all-knowing and profoundly simple, and just waiting for you to take notice. Open the door/fill the food bowl/note the patently obvious.
With the PhD program up in the air, we don’t know where we’re gonna live in a few months. The parents’ moving slogs on. Leaving behind me, a nestbuilder without a home, a control freak who can’t keep track of anything on a day-to-day basis. There’s other crap of course; the list is nearly endless, but it does keep circling on that one major issue.
I’m really trying to take it easy, to be gentle with myself, and let this time be what it is. Until mid-March, I need to let myself just be a mess, just float on the stream, not plan more than a week ahead. I’m not so good at that, and I certainly don’t like doing things I’m not good at. That said, I don’t have to like it, but I do need to let it wash over me. Preferably with a chaser of whisky.
It’s a new moon tonight, a fine and auspicious time to start something new, to make a promise to yourself that you’ll actually fulfill. I will try to let go.
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In other news, if you’ve ever felt the need to know the proper plural of something Latin, for example, useful everyday words like penis, rhinoceros or octopus, check this out.
Also in other news, I just finished the first round of a new client website. If you feel bored and want to look, go for it. Comments welcome.
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I went and hurt my neck yesterday. Thus until it’s better, I may be silent for a bit. Staring at the screen doesn’t exactly improve the ouch.
I feel old and very grumpy.
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I fought the style sheets, and the style sheets won, for awhile. After a total meltdown and several hours of ARRGGH! I have managed to make my blog a bit more of a visual experience.
Comments welcome.
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It seems I have fallen into the trap. Often, blogs and online journals are heavily peppered with memes and quizes. Well, I just took one that was interesting enough to post. Yet one more rung on the typical blogging pattern ladder.
Here’s the quiz: Multiple Intelligences
And here’s me:
The Seven Intelligence Areas
Linguistic: 7
Logical-Mathematical: 6
Spatial: 10
Bodily-Kinesthetic: 8
Musical: 7
Interpersonal: 8
Intrapersonal: 8
A Short Definition of your Highest Score
Spatial – the ability to perceive and represent the visual-spatial world accurately, to arrange color, line, shape, form and space to meet the needs of others, to interpret and graphically represent visual or spatial ideas, to transform visual or spatial ideas into imaginative and expressive creations. Possible vocations that use spatial intelligence include illustrator, artist, guide, photographer, interior decorator, painter, clothing designer, weaver, builder, architect, art critic, inventor, or cinematographer.
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In other news, my blog finally has it’s own name, which will be a different post to explain, for those who may not know.
It’s important to be warm
And yes, I did spend some time making sure that was a curved apostrophe and not a rabbit’s foot. Too bad grammar wasn’t more heavily weighted in that quiz above.
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My estrogen-heavy yoga class had us consider our names, and where in our bodies our names answer us. I have a hard time with this, carrying around a rather overtly emotionally descriptive name. I’ve never really liked or disliked my name particularly, but I’ve also never really had the feeling it resonated with me. All I could hear was how the Ian addresses me, “My Joy” and that was as close as I could get in meditation standpoint. Then we were guided beneath our names, and I felt more useful there. Nouns, descriptive and otherwise, came to call. These held more than just the word that seems to be my name could have.
The teacher then guided us through tension in the body, places where we couldn’t feel, specifically our names, but beyond to any other blocking. She said, “Tension is misinformation in the body, and misinformation can create tension in the body.” Of course, in meditation, you never hear exactly what is said, you sort of have it wash over you. I lost her thread for awhile, considering tension by this new and fascinating definition.
Naming is a potent act upon one another. Like anything powerful, it is terrifying and magnificent. My name is misinformation about me, too defining of someone I don’t happen to be much of the time. Perhaps that is why I can’t find it when I look around inside for it’s echo.
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