It's after 4 a.m.
Ten minutes ago I almost had a heart attack.
The house is silent, not a sound except me and the keyboard and Ben
Harper quietly in the background. I've just finished reading Vi's
blog, and chatting, scanning pics, and getting stuff done. It's time
to sleep. I hear a loud noise downstairs. Something fell. The windows
are closed, there's' no breeze. What's down there? Violetta's
cockroach blog is fresh in my mind and I hoping it's a cockroach - I
can handle those. So I cautiously descend the spiral staircase,
switching on every light in the house as I go. I reach the bottom of
the stairs and hear a rustling noise and then scraping. There is a
plastic bag on the ground with some of the wrapping paper from mommy's
birthday gifts. Something is in there rustling. I'm hoping it's
something small and rodential, because it sounds too big to be
insectile, so if it's an insect, it's going to kill me. Tap tap tap
rustle rustle. My heart is now going at a rate of about 200 bpm... tap
scratch. I go back upstairs and knock on parents' door. This is too
much for me to handle alone. Or maybe I just want someone to know what
hapened when they see my devoured remains on the living room floor
tomorrow....
My parents are sound asleep. 3 sets of worried knocks later, I realise
that I am on my own for this one. Dad e, ever security conscious,
keeps weapons hidden around the house. We think it's a little
eccentric but tolerate it. I thank him silently as I pull out the
machete from the machete-hiding-spot.
I approach the plastic bag and use the machete to tap it gently. I
then realise that maybe I should open the door to allow the creature a
quick getaway. Done. I return to the last heard location and shake the
bag. Nothing. I know I didn't imagine it, so that means there's a
creature running around in the room. There's no furniture here, we
moved it out to the garage for the party and haven't put it back yet.
I see a movement to my right. There it is. The last thing I expected
to see, but I guess not unusual since we live near the beach.... a
crab. Just hanging out. I return the machete and lock the door. Take a
quick pic for the record, and later identification, and switch off the
lights and come up here.
I think it will scare my mom tomorrow morning :o)))))))
(Insert pic link here) (not as easy as I thought...)
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Inside my head
I just "blog this"'d my Blog... Just wondering what would happen if... f it worked out, the link at the top of this blog will take you to my blog, so I guess you'll be right here....
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. She's having a dinner party for 40-50 people. I'm doing decorations and seating, dad e is doing most of the cooking, I will be doing the dessert and food for non-carnivores....
As I've said before, mom and I think differently and we do things differently. That means things like planning a party. I'm doing the decorations, including centrepieces. so I ask her, last week, how many tables will there be? 10 she says, all round. I get enough stuff for 10 perfectly matched round tables. Tonight I'm setting up tables, and there are
11 round tables and 1 huge rectangle. ugh. They don't have to match, she says. ugh. I'm dying here. Call me anal, uptight, whatever you want, but just give me the right information!!!!!!!!!!! Now that there are enough tables to seat 10 more people, she mentions in passing that there will probably be somewhere between 50 and possibly as many as 60 guests. Okay, so this is a sit down dinner and we've already bought everything we're going to cook for it. How can you change the number the night before???? did 20 people call today and invite themselves??? I think not! she called them! she invited them! now i have to feed them and decorate for them.
all will be fine though inshallah.
Happy Birthday mom!
I just "blog this"'d my Blog... Just wondering what would happen if... f it worked out, the link at the top of this blog will take you to my blog, so I guess you'll be right here....
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday. She's having a dinner party for 40-50 people. I'm doing decorations and seating, dad e is doing most of the cooking, I will be doing the dessert and food for non-carnivores....
As I've said before, mom and I think differently and we do things differently. That means things like planning a party. I'm doing the decorations, including centrepieces. so I ask her, last week, how many tables will there be? 10 she says, all round. I get enough stuff for 10 perfectly matched round tables. Tonight I'm setting up tables, and there are
11 round tables and 1 huge rectangle. ugh. They don't have to match, she says. ugh. I'm dying here. Call me anal, uptight, whatever you want, but just give me the right information!!!!!!!!!!! Now that there are enough tables to seat 10 more people, she mentions in passing that there will probably be somewhere between 50 and possibly as many as 60 guests. Okay, so this is a sit down dinner and we've already bought everything we're going to cook for it. How can you change the number the night before???? did 20 people call today and invite themselves??? I think not! she called them! she invited them! now i have to feed them and decorate for them.
all will be fine though inshallah.
Happy Birthday mom!
Thursday, June 17, 2004
I went to town shopping with my sister, my mom, my dad, and my sister's boyfriend yesterday. It was like a whole family shopping trip... kinda strange. Warren (the boyfriend), my father, and I determined that we don't like hanging around waiting while other people shop, however shopping itself is not so bad, as long as we know what we want, go in, get it and leave. Exceptions for browsing include electronics, books and power tools. My sister and my mom agreed that hanging around waiting is not a problem, and that shopping is fun. Isn't it ironic, then, that mom and Liss did most of the shopping, leaving dad Warren and I to hang around waiting?
Shoe stores. I think you can tell a lot about a person by their shoe store behaviour.
My mom walks around, spots a shoe she likes, and the first thing she does is pick it up and look at the price, then immediately slips the display shoe on her foot. I don't get it. The display shoe can be anything from a size 5 extra narow to a size 10 super wide, and she will still put the shoe on her foot, and then stick her toe out in front of her to see how it looks. If I squeezed my foot into a shoe 1.5 sizes too small, I would not be waving it around to see how it looks. I don't get it. She then takes the shoe off, and goes to the next shoe and repeats the process. As there seems to be a vast number of shoes in every single shoe store, this can take a long while.
Melissa, my sister, who happens to wear the same size shoe as my mom, picks up a shoe, looks at the price, and if it's over say about $10, she puts it back. Her idea of shoes is quantity not quality. If she can get a pair to go with every outfit she has to wear, then she's good to go. I think she considers shoes a disposable item, hence the large number and low price. M'liss, after checking that shoe passes the "cheap test" (my phrase, not hers), then waves her hands and flags down a salesperson (poor salesperson who heeds her summons) and then asks for said foot apparel in her size. Salesperson goes into "the back" and for the whole time he or she is back there, my sister gives a rundown of the various items in her wardrobe that the shoe will match. When the salesperson comes back, she tries on the shoe, they invariably have her size, they invariably fit perfectly. She takes 2 steps in them, looks in the mirror, puts them in the box, and asks what other colours they come in. Adding stacks of the colours that match things she has, her pile of shoe boxes increases very quickly. Each time the salesperson goes to the back, she walks around a picks out another shoe to repeat the process. This continues until her stack contains all the shoes for under $10 in the store, at which time she goes to the checkout and we can finally leave. During the process however, my mom is faced with a jillion pairs of shoes in her size! This seems to fill her with extreme pleasure, as she puts one on, waves her toe, and takes off the shoe. Not actually buying anything.
Warren, though I didn't observe him much, seems to have some shoe staples in his closet. A brown sandal-type shoe, black sandal-type, sneakers, black formal, black casual, brown of same.... etc. He looks at them, decides he already has one of that category and moves on. When he sees something he likes, quickly and decisively, he buys. Melissa asks his opinion on every pair she tries and he seems to have some standard answers, all very short, all very supportive of whatever tone she asks "How does this look?" in. He's got her figured out.
My dad. He will only actually walk into the shoestore if the shoes he has are already falling off his feet and my mother has threatened not to take him home unless he buys a new pair. Needless to say, he only really has one pair of shoes at a time, and they must meet very specific qualifications, because, after all, they have to match everything he wears and be perfect for every possible occasion. The specifications change every time, rendering it impossible to help him choose. Yesterday was one of those days. The flip-flops he's been wearing have seen their last days and it was time for new shoes. They had to be open, as his feet seem to swell in closed shoes lately, not have plastic of any kind in the sole, not be different colours, be comfortable, and as they will also serve him as a walking shoe, provide support and be easy to walk in. "Impossible!" you say, and I agree. What the heck kind of shoe is he looking for really??? Fortunately the shoe store seems to carry just such a shoe, which we show him. He disagrees, we go behind his back and ask the frazzled salesperson helping my sister to grab a pair in my dad's size. He puts them on, walks around the store for half an hour (while everyone else shops) keeps on the shoes, pays for them and hands them his to throw away.
For me it's always the same. I go into the shoe store with a very specific idea of what I want. I find it. It's perfect! I first check the inside to see if it is comfortable and has arch support and soft padding. Then I check the size of the display model, which is always a size smaller than I wear. I find a salesperson (Melissa is actually by this time employing 6 people on a rotation so there's no one left really). When someone finally comes to my aid, I hold up the display one and ask for my size. They promptly inform me that the display pair is the last one, and in fact they are the only store in Barbados (or whatever country I happen to be in) who carry that line, but would I like something else? I survey the rest of the shoes and find something else that will do as a second choice. Saleslady's eyes light up as she knows that they have this one in the back. She goes to the back for 10 minutes and comes back with 3 boxes in her hand (this is scary I only can wear one pair). They don't have 8 and a half, however they have the 7 and a half and the 9 and a half, would I like to try them? After convincing her that I am not going to buy the one that I have to squeeze my foot into like a sausage (but since my mom wears 7 and a half she tries it on and waggles her toe in front of her before putting it back in the box) nor will I buy the pair that look like clown shoes when i put them on because there's enough room in there for another person... I ask what's in the other box. Oh this isn't the same, but it's your size she says. I try on the ugly granny shoe she has brought, thinking that maybe it will actually look less horrendous on my foot - it doesn't, and it has no padding and no supprt. No thanks. And I walk out dejected.
Melissa pays for her stack of shoes, mom wants all the boxes please - for storing photographs, daddy sees for the first time that his shoes were twice what he planned to pay but mommy gets them for him anyway, since he's already been wearing them all over the store for half an hour and at any rate, it would be too embarassing to get his old ones out of the garbage, mom says she'll come back for one that looked nice when she waggled her toe, but m'liss has already included it in the stack to surprise her, i am dejected at having found the perfect shoe yet again but not in my size, and Warren happily carries the 6 bags containing Melissa's shoes.
That's how my family goes shoe shopping.
Shoe stores. I think you can tell a lot about a person by their shoe store behaviour.
My mom walks around, spots a shoe she likes, and the first thing she does is pick it up and look at the price, then immediately slips the display shoe on her foot. I don't get it. The display shoe can be anything from a size 5 extra narow to a size 10 super wide, and she will still put the shoe on her foot, and then stick her toe out in front of her to see how it looks. If I squeezed my foot into a shoe 1.5 sizes too small, I would not be waving it around to see how it looks. I don't get it. She then takes the shoe off, and goes to the next shoe and repeats the process. As there seems to be a vast number of shoes in every single shoe store, this can take a long while.
Melissa, my sister, who happens to wear the same size shoe as my mom, picks up a shoe, looks at the price, and if it's over say about $10, she puts it back. Her idea of shoes is quantity not quality. If she can get a pair to go with every outfit she has to wear, then she's good to go. I think she considers shoes a disposable item, hence the large number and low price. M'liss, after checking that shoe passes the "cheap test" (my phrase, not hers), then waves her hands and flags down a salesperson (poor salesperson who heeds her summons) and then asks for said foot apparel in her size. Salesperson goes into "the back" and for the whole time he or she is back there, my sister gives a rundown of the various items in her wardrobe that the shoe will match. When the salesperson comes back, she tries on the shoe, they invariably have her size, they invariably fit perfectly. She takes 2 steps in them, looks in the mirror, puts them in the box, and asks what other colours they come in. Adding stacks of the colours that match things she has, her pile of shoe boxes increases very quickly. Each time the salesperson goes to the back, she walks around a picks out another shoe to repeat the process. This continues until her stack contains all the shoes for under $10 in the store, at which time she goes to the checkout and we can finally leave. During the process however, my mom is faced with a jillion pairs of shoes in her size! This seems to fill her with extreme pleasure, as she puts one on, waves her toe, and takes off the shoe. Not actually buying anything.
Warren, though I didn't observe him much, seems to have some shoe staples in his closet. A brown sandal-type shoe, black sandal-type, sneakers, black formal, black casual, brown of same.... etc. He looks at them, decides he already has one of that category and moves on. When he sees something he likes, quickly and decisively, he buys. Melissa asks his opinion on every pair she tries and he seems to have some standard answers, all very short, all very supportive of whatever tone she asks "How does this look?" in. He's got her figured out.
My dad. He will only actually walk into the shoestore if the shoes he has are already falling off his feet and my mother has threatened not to take him home unless he buys a new pair. Needless to say, he only really has one pair of shoes at a time, and they must meet very specific qualifications, because, after all, they have to match everything he wears and be perfect for every possible occasion. The specifications change every time, rendering it impossible to help him choose. Yesterday was one of those days. The flip-flops he's been wearing have seen their last days and it was time for new shoes. They had to be open, as his feet seem to swell in closed shoes lately, not have plastic of any kind in the sole, not be different colours, be comfortable, and as they will also serve him as a walking shoe, provide support and be easy to walk in. "Impossible!" you say, and I agree. What the heck kind of shoe is he looking for really??? Fortunately the shoe store seems to carry just such a shoe, which we show him. He disagrees, we go behind his back and ask the frazzled salesperson helping my sister to grab a pair in my dad's size. He puts them on, walks around the store for half an hour (while everyone else shops) keeps on the shoes, pays for them and hands them his to throw away.
For me it's always the same. I go into the shoe store with a very specific idea of what I want. I find it. It's perfect! I first check the inside to see if it is comfortable and has arch support and soft padding. Then I check the size of the display model, which is always a size smaller than I wear. I find a salesperson (Melissa is actually by this time employing 6 people on a rotation so there's no one left really). When someone finally comes to my aid, I hold up the display one and ask for my size. They promptly inform me that the display pair is the last one, and in fact they are the only store in Barbados (or whatever country I happen to be in) who carry that line, but would I like something else? I survey the rest of the shoes and find something else that will do as a second choice. Saleslady's eyes light up as she knows that they have this one in the back. She goes to the back for 10 minutes and comes back with 3 boxes in her hand (this is scary I only can wear one pair). They don't have 8 and a half, however they have the 7 and a half and the 9 and a half, would I like to try them? After convincing her that I am not going to buy the one that I have to squeeze my foot into like a sausage (but since my mom wears 7 and a half she tries it on and waggles her toe in front of her before putting it back in the box) nor will I buy the pair that look like clown shoes when i put them on because there's enough room in there for another person... I ask what's in the other box. Oh this isn't the same, but it's your size she says. I try on the ugly granny shoe she has brought, thinking that maybe it will actually look less horrendous on my foot - it doesn't, and it has no padding and no supprt. No thanks. And I walk out dejected.
Melissa pays for her stack of shoes, mom wants all the boxes please - for storing photographs, daddy sees for the first time that his shoes were twice what he planned to pay but mommy gets them for him anyway, since he's already been wearing them all over the store for half an hour and at any rate, it would be too embarassing to get his old ones out of the garbage, mom says she'll come back for one that looked nice when she waggled her toe, but m'liss has already included it in the stack to surprise her, i am dejected at having found the perfect shoe yet again but not in my size, and Warren happily carries the 6 bags containing Melissa's shoes.
That's how my family goes shoe shopping.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Back to the fact that time flew.
Next week I'm going to London. Oh, I got the tour itinerary. Here it is:
Friday morning – evening, June 25th
FLY from DEPARTURE CITIES to London
Saturday morning, June 26th
6:30 – Noon Arrive in London
Transport to
QUALITY WEMBLEY HOTEL
EMPIRE WAY
WEMBLEY (London)
HA9 0NN
8:00 PM - Evening Get-together/registration and Rehearsal
Sunday morning, June 27th
Some visit Guardian’s Gravesite on your own/ Others tour city/shop on
your own
1:30 PM Afternoon Rehearsal
Dinner Break
7:30 PM Evening Rehearsal
Monday, June 28th
Full Rehearsal day
Tuesday, June 29th
Morning Rehearsal
Afternoon/Early Evening Sound Check
CONCERT #1 at ACTON TOWN HALL in London
Wednesday, June 30th
Transport to airport for Flights to Amsterdam, The Netherlands (Holland)
Bus to Hotel in Rotterdam (We will remain in this hotel throughout our
stay in Holland)
NH ATLANTA HOTEL
AERT VANNESSTRAAT 4
3012 CA ROTTERDAM
NETHERLANDS
Afternoon/evening FREE (may identify changes needed in concert)
Thursday, July 1st
FREE DAY
Friday, July 2nd
Afternoon Mini Rehearsal/Sound Check
8:00 PM - CONCERT #2 in Rotterdam
Prinsekerk (A beautiful 850 seat church)
Schepenstraat 71, 3039NC Rotterdam
Saturday, July 3rd
Afternoon Sound Check and mini rehearsal
8:00 PM - CONCERT #3 in Amsterdam
Willem de Zwijgerkerk (Concert Hall)
Olympiaweg 14
Amstersdam
Sunday, July 4th
Bus to Luxembourg
Luxembourg Novotel Hotel Tel: 352-4298481
6 Rue Du Fort Niedergrunewald
L-2015 Luxembourg
Monday, July 5th
Afternoon Mini Rehearsal/Sound Check
CONCERT #4 in Luxembourg
Luxembourg Town Hall
Tuesday, July 6th
Bus to Stuggart, Germany
Hotel ROYAL Tel: 49-711-628809
Sophienstrasse 35
D-70178 Stuttgart
Sing through/Review Acapella Music for possible use at House of Worship
Wednesday, July 7th
Afternoon mini rehearsal/Sound Check
CONCERT #5 in Stuttgart
Thursday, July 8th
Bus to Frankfurt, Germany
NOVOTEL ESCHBORN HOTEL Tel: 49-6196-9010
Phlipp-Helfmann-Strasse 10
D-65760 Frankfurt – Eschborn
Rest of day FREE
Friday, July 9th
Day for visit to House of Baha’i Worship
Langerhain, GERMANY
Saturday, July 10th
Afternoon mini rehearsal/sound check
CONCERT #6 in Frankfurt
Sunday, July 11th
EARLY RISE to fly to London and Home
Flights Home and to Departure Cities
So if you're going to be in any of those cities on those dates, let's get together :)
After the tour I'm going to Spain. Up until this point, I've been planning stuff pretty precisely because I had to, in order to let people know where I would be and what I'd be doing. It feels like everything after the part where I land in Spain is now a big question mark for me. I personally really like that. It leaves me open to the change that it will be. But it also makes me feel weird when people say "what are your plans after that?". I don't have any. Nothing concrete. Sometime in the next year or 2 I will be having the grand opening of a cafe, most likely in Salamanca. Everything from July 12 arrival in spain until that point, somewhere in the future, is blurry and open. I feel a lot of freedom with the blurry openness, but I'm getting the feeling from the reactions that people give me from the whole blurry and open response, that I'm the only one who feels that way. I'm tempted to believe that it's jealousy, in a way. I have also been told by a number of people (and some of the same people)that I'm living the life they'd like to be leading, so I really try not to take it to heart when they act like not having a concrete plan down to the minute is a bad thing, because what it comes down to, is that I'm living the life that I'D like to be leading. i'm really happy with the way my life is going, although I wouldn't have predicted it this way. But part of how I got here is because I leave myself open to change for as long as I need to.
It's 3:38 a.m. Good night. :o)
Next week I'm going to London. Oh, I got the tour itinerary. Here it is:
Friday morning – evening, June 25th
FLY from DEPARTURE CITIES to London
Saturday morning, June 26th
6:30 – Noon Arrive in London
Transport to
QUALITY WEMBLEY HOTEL
EMPIRE WAY
WEMBLEY (London)
HA9 0NN
8:00 PM - Evening Get-together/registration and Rehearsal
Sunday morning, June 27th
Some visit Guardian’s Gravesite on your own/ Others tour city/shop on
your own
1:30 PM Afternoon Rehearsal
Dinner Break
7:30 PM Evening Rehearsal
Monday, June 28th
Full Rehearsal day
Tuesday, June 29th
Morning Rehearsal
Afternoon/Early Evening Sound Check
CONCERT #1 at ACTON TOWN HALL in London
Wednesday, June 30th
Transport to airport for Flights to Amsterdam, The Netherlands (Holland)
Bus to Hotel in Rotterdam (We will remain in this hotel throughout our
stay in Holland)
NH ATLANTA HOTEL
AERT VANNESSTRAAT 4
3012 CA ROTTERDAM
NETHERLANDS
Afternoon/evening FREE (may identify changes needed in concert)
Thursday, July 1st
FREE DAY
Friday, July 2nd
Afternoon Mini Rehearsal/Sound Check
8:00 PM - CONCERT #2 in Rotterdam
Prinsekerk (A beautiful 850 seat church)
Schepenstraat 71, 3039NC Rotterdam
Saturday, July 3rd
Afternoon Sound Check and mini rehearsal
8:00 PM - CONCERT #3 in Amsterdam
Willem de Zwijgerkerk (Concert Hall)
Olympiaweg 14
Amstersdam
Sunday, July 4th
Bus to Luxembourg
Luxembourg Novotel Hotel Tel: 352-4298481
6 Rue Du Fort Niedergrunewald
L-2015 Luxembourg
Monday, July 5th
Afternoon Mini Rehearsal/Sound Check
CONCERT #4 in Luxembourg
Luxembourg Town Hall
Tuesday, July 6th
Bus to Stuggart, Germany
Hotel ROYAL Tel: 49-711-628809
Sophienstrasse 35
D-70178 Stuttgart
Sing through/Review Acapella Music for possible use at House of Worship
Wednesday, July 7th
Afternoon mini rehearsal/Sound Check
CONCERT #5 in Stuttgart
Thursday, July 8th
Bus to Frankfurt, Germany
NOVOTEL ESCHBORN HOTEL Tel: 49-6196-9010
Phlipp-Helfmann-Strasse 10
D-65760 Frankfurt – Eschborn
Rest of day FREE
Friday, July 9th
Day for visit to House of Baha’i Worship
Langerhain, GERMANY
Saturday, July 10th
Afternoon mini rehearsal/sound check
CONCERT #6 in Frankfurt
Sunday, July 11th
EARLY RISE to fly to London and Home
Flights Home and to Departure Cities
So if you're going to be in any of those cities on those dates, let's get together :)
After the tour I'm going to Spain. Up until this point, I've been planning stuff pretty precisely because I had to, in order to let people know where I would be and what I'd be doing. It feels like everything after the part where I land in Spain is now a big question mark for me. I personally really like that. It leaves me open to the change that it will be. But it also makes me feel weird when people say "what are your plans after that?". I don't have any. Nothing concrete. Sometime in the next year or 2 I will be having the grand opening of a cafe, most likely in Salamanca. Everything from July 12 arrival in spain until that point, somewhere in the future, is blurry and open. I feel a lot of freedom with the blurry openness, but I'm getting the feeling from the reactions that people give me from the whole blurry and open response, that I'm the only one who feels that way. I'm tempted to believe that it's jealousy, in a way. I have also been told by a number of people (and some of the same people)that I'm living the life they'd like to be leading, so I really try not to take it to heart when they act like not having a concrete plan down to the minute is a bad thing, because what it comes down to, is that I'm living the life that I'D like to be leading. i'm really happy with the way my life is going, although I wouldn't have predicted it this way. But part of how I got here is because I leave myself open to change for as long as I need to.
It's 3:38 a.m. Good night. :o)
Who'dda thunk it'd be this easy?
you can post comments now....
So here it is... my continued blog, but with the power of comment posting. I'll have you know that although as soon as you post a comment it shows up, I can delete any comments you want, so if your comment is gone, it's because I didn't like it. As I've said before.... this is inside MY head, and if you don't like it here, hit Alt +F4.
I love comments. They help me to sort out the stuff inside my head with fresh eyes and a new perspective. The more points of view we have on things, the better we can see them and understand them.
I love blogging. I love that I can type what I want when I want and I can also decide who I want to see it, if anyone, and I can talk for as long as I like. It brings out the verbal-diarrhea control-freak that I am.... Maybe not such a good thing, but oh well...
I have blogging friends too. If my friends who blog would like to share their blogs with my friends who read my blog, you can post your blog link as a comment to this blog. You follow? I like when a word is a noun and a verb, like blog. The possibilities abound for repetition within sentences, and I like that :)
you can post comments now....
So here it is... my continued blog, but with the power of comment posting. I'll have you know that although as soon as you post a comment it shows up, I can delete any comments you want, so if your comment is gone, it's because I didn't like it. As I've said before.... this is inside MY head, and if you don't like it here, hit Alt +F4.
I love comments. They help me to sort out the stuff inside my head with fresh eyes and a new perspective. The more points of view we have on things, the better we can see them and understand them.
I love blogging. I love that I can type what I want when I want and I can also decide who I want to see it, if anyone, and I can talk for as long as I like. It brings out the verbal-diarrhea control-freak that I am.... Maybe not such a good thing, but oh well...
I have blogging friends too. If my friends who blog would like to share their blogs with my friends who read my blog, you can post your blog link as a comment to this blog. You follow? I like when a word is a noun and a verb, like blog. The possibilities abound for repetition within sentences, and I like that :)
2 months goes by quickly.
They say time flies when you're having fun. I contend that time flies regardless. Maybe on a micro kinda scale, when you're bored or generally not enjoying yourself the minutes go by slower, however, it seems that the past 2 months have sped past me in a blur, although the vast majority of the individual days have been long and tedious. Did Einstein take this into account in his studies of relativity?
I have in my possession a one way ticket to London on June 23 - the fact that it is an e-ticket and the travel agent misspelled my name and my mom picked it up and didn't check the name and now I'll have to go through hell to have it fixed is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is, in one week and 3 days, barring all airport troubles and stuff, I will be in London. 10 days.
I'm going to pause here, derail that train of thought and switch to a new gear. I just stopped and read my e-mail and I have this really amazing e-mail from Mara. It's cool because she mentioned some things I had brought up in my blog a few days ago. How is it that I have so many amazing people in my life? How is it that Mara has this knack for just putting things in perspective and being so... I dunno, cool??? Mark - you are a very lucky man (lucky, blessed, whatever...) I need one of those blogs that you can get answers posted to... her wisdom needs to be shared. I think I'll work on that now....
Thoughts on relativity and the fact that life as I know it will self destruct and cease to exist in 10 days can wait till later....
They say time flies when you're having fun. I contend that time flies regardless. Maybe on a micro kinda scale, when you're bored or generally not enjoying yourself the minutes go by slower, however, it seems that the past 2 months have sped past me in a blur, although the vast majority of the individual days have been long and tedious. Did Einstein take this into account in his studies of relativity?
I have in my possession a one way ticket to London on June 23 - the fact that it is an e-ticket and the travel agent misspelled my name and my mom picked it up and didn't check the name and now I'll have to go through hell to have it fixed is irrelevant. The fact of the matter is, in one week and 3 days, barring all airport troubles and stuff, I will be in London. 10 days.
I'm going to pause here, derail that train of thought and switch to a new gear. I just stopped and read my e-mail and I have this really amazing e-mail from Mara. It's cool because she mentioned some things I had brought up in my blog a few days ago. How is it that I have so many amazing people in my life? How is it that Mara has this knack for just putting things in perspective and being so... I dunno, cool??? Mark - you are a very lucky man (lucky, blessed, whatever...) I need one of those blogs that you can get answers posted to... her wisdom needs to be shared. I think I'll work on that now....
Thoughts on relativity and the fact that life as I know it will self destruct and cease to exist in 10 days can wait till later....
Saturday, June 12, 2004
so i'm sitting here logging in, about to check my e-mail after 2 days... my parents had gone out for something or other, I was glad to stay at home and not be with them, and all of a sudden someone walks up next to me. My first thought was "what the HECK is someone doing in the house?!!!" a split second later I realised it was my sister :o) She and her boyfriend arrived from bermuda tonight. they all surprised me with it. The original plan was for her to susprise my mom, but they had gotten on the phone and decided it would be a surprise for me instead, to get back at me for showing up and surprising my parents last year i guess. It was really nice, though my mom is terrible at keeping secrets, so although I didn't consciously know it, I knew something was up, too much weirdness....
Anyway I'm going to go and spend some time with my family - all together for the first time since November '96... and for the next 2 weeks. Just when I was beginning to positively expire from utter boredom........ :o)
Anyway I'm going to go and spend some time with my family - all together for the first time since November '96... and for the next 2 weeks. Just when I was beginning to positively expire from utter boredom........ :o)
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Just before I left Israel, a bit further down in the posts, I had written a long blog, and was really angry that it didn't post. I'm getting over my anger, and I really feel that I need to say what was there, especially because I haven't found any other way to express it and be heard by the people who really count. And I know a couple of you are reading this :o)
I don't miss things like I think most people do. I have moved a jillion times in my life but I don't know what it feels like to be homesick. I meet wonderful people all over the place and bond and connect and when I leave or they leave, I don't feel like they're gone. I don't feel a big empty hole. I used to think this was a bad thing. I thought it meant that I didn't really love them or that I'm somehow emotionally deficient. When we were little, my best friend used to sleep over at my house sometimes, she used to cry for her parents. I always thought that was stupid. She would beg to spend the night, and then usually at some point, my parents would have to take her home or one of her parents would come and pick her up. I, on the othr hand, would happily stay for a night, or 2 or a week even, if my parents were away. I don't ever remember missing home.
When I meet someone I love, I don't see our meeting as a moment in time. I always like talking to people about where they were when... this or that happened. In my mind, our lives connect back in those spaces, and forward into the future, and it's not like a single point where I was with someone or in a certain place, but more like our lives were together and our paths crossed here, and they continue side by side with our paths crossing here and there along the way... or not.
So I guess I do miss people. Right now when I see a cool street sign, I miss Violetta, but not in a sad way. In a way that without her, I wouldn't have noticed the sign, and looking at it now, having met her and spent time with her and loving her, the crazy street sign connects my life to hers again. (as does everything artsy, borrowed french words, good movies, johnny bread, and pretty much everything else!)
When I'm driving along and see a hot guy (or even a not-so-hot guy)in a nearby car, I miss Aida. In a way that makes me smile and remember the many times we drove that long drive and everyhting that we shared along with it.
I was crocheting the other day and started laughing hysterically. Of course I couldn't explain to my mom what Mara would have said to me at that point... so I let her think I was crazy - no big deal.
The thing is, I feel like I am so fortunate to have so many fond memories of so many people, and it's like my quest to keep all these memories alive by connecting the things I do and see wherever I am to the people I love wherever they are. My major problem I guess is that because all this goes on in my head, I don't really express it well. I'm awful at keeping in touch. I read someone's e-mail and I'm so happy, and I think about it for days, and read it over and over and for some reason, months go by and there's no answer. That's so selfish of me. I wish I was different in that way.
Just because I'm not writing all the time doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you all the time....
I don't miss things like I think most people do. I have moved a jillion times in my life but I don't know what it feels like to be homesick. I meet wonderful people all over the place and bond and connect and when I leave or they leave, I don't feel like they're gone. I don't feel a big empty hole. I used to think this was a bad thing. I thought it meant that I didn't really love them or that I'm somehow emotionally deficient. When we were little, my best friend used to sleep over at my house sometimes, she used to cry for her parents. I always thought that was stupid. She would beg to spend the night, and then usually at some point, my parents would have to take her home or one of her parents would come and pick her up. I, on the othr hand, would happily stay for a night, or 2 or a week even, if my parents were away. I don't ever remember missing home.
When I meet someone I love, I don't see our meeting as a moment in time. I always like talking to people about where they were when... this or that happened. In my mind, our lives connect back in those spaces, and forward into the future, and it's not like a single point where I was with someone or in a certain place, but more like our lives were together and our paths crossed here, and they continue side by side with our paths crossing here and there along the way... or not.
So I guess I do miss people. Right now when I see a cool street sign, I miss Violetta, but not in a sad way. In a way that without her, I wouldn't have noticed the sign, and looking at it now, having met her and spent time with her and loving her, the crazy street sign connects my life to hers again. (as does everything artsy, borrowed french words, good movies, johnny bread, and pretty much everything else!)
When I'm driving along and see a hot guy (or even a not-so-hot guy)in a nearby car, I miss Aida. In a way that makes me smile and remember the many times we drove that long drive and everyhting that we shared along with it.
I was crocheting the other day and started laughing hysterically. Of course I couldn't explain to my mom what Mara would have said to me at that point... so I let her think I was crazy - no big deal.
The thing is, I feel like I am so fortunate to have so many fond memories of so many people, and it's like my quest to keep all these memories alive by connecting the things I do and see wherever I am to the people I love wherever they are. My major problem I guess is that because all this goes on in my head, I don't really express it well. I'm awful at keeping in touch. I read someone's e-mail and I'm so happy, and I think about it for days, and read it over and over and for some reason, months go by and there's no answer. That's so selfish of me. I wish I was different in that way.
Just because I'm not writing all the time doesn't mean I'm not thinking about you all the time....
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