{{sigh}}
Watching Breakfast at Tiffany's.
A strange similarity between myself and Miss Golightly.
A cat- a bad saver - and a panache for life.
I have random conversations with others and never quite know whats going on.
SO...
2012 nearly done. A few overseas adventures- my last will be the first to take place ON the SEA.
I got addicted to the taste of sweet sweet coffee (butterscotch toffee).
Then I found out I might have Khrones. . . more on that later- maybe.
I have the most wonderful man to answer my emails and cant wait for the Christmas season.
Shiny things to look at a legitimate excuse to sing whenever I want too.
Plus my favorite__ The perfect excuse to BUY THINGS for other people.
Question for today... Why do people like Paris.
Especially those who have never been. I Prefer Italy.
Ciao Bella
Saturday, December 1
Saturday, January 22
New Year
1 year
2 semesters
3 sports championships
4 seasons
5 hours of sleep on average
6 friends I talk to
7 days in a week
8 years till I turn 30
9 symptoms I'm currently dealing with
10 reasons to be happy
11:11 my favorite time of day
This year I expect better from myself.
I want to thrive in the work place. To excell with and over my peers.
I need to look in the mirror and fall in love with my entire self, again.
I must find my link back to Gad.
If anyone out there can recommend a book, story, poem, movie, or place that inspired them or someone else, I'd like to reach out and experience it too.
I desire a love above lusts.
I envy those I shouldn't and act frivolously to mask it.
I care, so deeply sometimes, I wonder how people don't feel my thoughts.
In parts I may be well into my second decade, in actions I may seem little more than my first.
In this new decade I want to make sure each day counts.
I'm tired and not making sense many will understand, well good, not many will read this.
I'll end with a thought and a prayer.
Think, of the last time you did something that benefited someone else more than yourself. How did that make you feel?
Now think of the last time you did something that benefited you more than another, How did that make you feel?
Remember the last time you were thinking of someone and then they called, emailed or communicated with you in some way. How did that make you feel?
I pray that you will remember the people in your life who care for you, those who wish the best for you.
I pray that you can see their works in your life as a gift.
I also pray that you will cherish those people, and will endeavor to bring them a joy as well.
I thank God for my loved ones, whether I talk to them, or merely remember the times they were there for me.
This year, don't wait to tell someone you love them.
Don't wait until tomorrow to do something.
Make the 493888 minutes in this year wonderful.
2 semesters
3 sports championships
4 seasons
5 hours of sleep on average
6 friends I talk to
7 days in a week
8 years till I turn 30
9 symptoms I'm currently dealing with
10 reasons to be happy
11:11 my favorite time of day
This year I expect better from myself.
I want to thrive in the work place. To excell with and over my peers.
I need to look in the mirror and fall in love with my entire self, again.
I must find my link back to Gad.
If anyone out there can recommend a book, story, poem, movie, or place that inspired them or someone else, I'd like to reach out and experience it too.
I desire a love above lusts.
I envy those I shouldn't and act frivolously to mask it.
I care, so deeply sometimes, I wonder how people don't feel my thoughts.
In parts I may be well into my second decade, in actions I may seem little more than my first.
In this new decade I want to make sure each day counts.
I'm tired and not making sense many will understand, well good, not many will read this.
I'll end with a thought and a prayer.
Think, of the last time you did something that benefited someone else more than yourself. How did that make you feel?
Now think of the last time you did something that benefited you more than another, How did that make you feel?
Remember the last time you were thinking of someone and then they called, emailed or communicated with you in some way. How did that make you feel?
I pray that you will remember the people in your life who care for you, those who wish the best for you.
I pray that you can see their works in your life as a gift.
I also pray that you will cherish those people, and will endeavor to bring them a joy as well.
I thank God for my loved ones, whether I talk to them, or merely remember the times they were there for me.
This year, don't wait to tell someone you love them.
Don't wait until tomorrow to do something.
Make the 493888 minutes in this year wonderful.
Friday, August 20
RIGHTS?
ARGH!!!!!
I know it's impolite to "yell" in CAPS. But frankly I get a little angry when people start talking about Rights, Freedom and such. It usually means someone wants to convince themselves and others to TAKE something from someone else (usually something they don't understand, don't want to understand, and or are afraid to understand).
I don't pretend to know a lot about freedom. My life, I have been told, has been easy. What do I know of pain, suffering, trial and loss.
I haven't been in jail, I haven't even had a driving ticket. I don't even have my own car.
I haven't killed anyone, I haven't seen someone murdered, I haven't had a family member killed.
I have never starved, I am not in need of food and I will probably never feel real hunger.
I don't do drugs; legal (beer, nicotine, proscription(when I can avoid the doc), or illegal (pot, pain meds, heroin, acid, etc..) I don't have any terribly disfiguring wounds, illnesses or problems. I've never had braces, or glasses and I haven't been more or less than average weight my whole life.
I'm not afraid of spiders, or small places, heights, water or so far anything but being a grownup.
But I do know compassion, how to listen. I give free hugs. I love with all my heart and have felt stricken when loved ones have died/ left/ or hurt me.
I have friends who have been in jail, gotten tickets and let me borrow their cars. I know people heartbroken from killing or losing someone (cops/ army/ car crash, etc). I've fasted, for medical and spiritual reasons. I've visited bad sections of cities and donate to those I can aid. I have scars, and soft teeth.
I respond very rarely to chat lines and even this blog is out of character for me. I'm not a very public speaking person. I have no problem speaking in front of people or too people. I just don't like imposing my tirades on others a high point of life.
I understand as well that by using generalized words like They, People and Someone I can further perpetuate the problem. I don't want to cause a debacle around "who said what and why it was wrong." I just would like to see better prepared arguments, Evidentiary support, and maybe even a little understanding.
There are WAY more than 2 sides to every story. But that doesn't mean the author knows what they're talking about. Or that they don't.
Take this little snippet I took from a chat board online.
~~~
CPB:
Every cult wants to rule the world.
USC:
its like saying the founding fathers, or the apostles were part of a cult.
MHG:
The root of Culture = Cult
Cult:
1.a particular system of religious worship, esp. with reference to its rites and ceremonies.
2.an instance of great veneration of a person, ideal, or thing, esp. as manifested by a body of admirers: the physical fitness cult.
3.the object of such devotion.
4.a group or sect bound together by veneration of the same thing, person, ideal, etc.
5.Sociology. a group having a sacred ideology and a set of rites centering around their sacred symbols.
Connotation aside sounds like they were a cult to me.
AVS:
Hahaha, Gotta love America, A big Bowl of mixed people/races that can't agree.
~~~
Freedom. Rights.
Why use words that you can't even agree to the meaning of?
Do you feel better as a bully, or the one bullied?
______
Later
After searching around more posts for a little clarity I remember the words from one of my favorite old guys, when he thought about why people spend so much time debating the subject of how many stars there were. He pronounced "It's because anyone could express his profound conviction on the subject without fear of being proven wrong, because it was impossible to know the answer."
I know it's impolite to "yell" in CAPS. But frankly I get a little angry when people start talking about Rights, Freedom and such. It usually means someone wants to convince themselves and others to TAKE something from someone else (usually something they don't understand, don't want to understand, and or are afraid to understand).
I don't pretend to know a lot about freedom. My life, I have been told, has been easy. What do I know of pain, suffering, trial and loss.
I haven't been in jail, I haven't even had a driving ticket. I don't even have my own car.
I haven't killed anyone, I haven't seen someone murdered, I haven't had a family member killed.
I have never starved, I am not in need of food and I will probably never feel real hunger.
I don't do drugs; legal (beer, nicotine, proscription(when I can avoid the doc), or illegal (pot, pain meds, heroin, acid, etc..) I don't have any terribly disfiguring wounds, illnesses or problems. I've never had braces, or glasses and I haven't been more or less than average weight my whole life.
I'm not afraid of spiders, or small places, heights, water or so far anything but being a grownup.
But I do know compassion, how to listen. I give free hugs. I love with all my heart and have felt stricken when loved ones have died/ left/ or hurt me.
I have friends who have been in jail, gotten tickets and let me borrow their cars. I know people heartbroken from killing or losing someone (cops/ army/ car crash, etc). I've fasted, for medical and spiritual reasons. I've visited bad sections of cities and donate to those I can aid. I have scars, and soft teeth.
I respond very rarely to chat lines and even this blog is out of character for me. I'm not a very public speaking person. I have no problem speaking in front of people or too people. I just don't like imposing my tirades on others a high point of life.
I understand as well that by using generalized words like They, People and Someone I can further perpetuate the problem. I don't want to cause a debacle around "who said what and why it was wrong." I just would like to see better prepared arguments, Evidentiary support, and maybe even a little understanding.
There are WAY more than 2 sides to every story. But that doesn't mean the author knows what they're talking about. Or that they don't.
Take this little snippet I took from a chat board online.
~~~
CPB:
Every cult wants to rule the world.
USC:
its like saying the founding fathers, or the apostles were part of a cult.
MHG:
The root of Culture = Cult
Cult:
1.a particular system of religious worship, esp. with reference to its rites and ceremonies.
2.an instance of great veneration of a person, ideal, or thing, esp. as manifested by a body of admirers: the physical fitness cult.
3.the object of such devotion.
4.a group or sect bound together by veneration of the same thing, person, ideal, etc.
5.Sociology. a group having a sacred ideology and a set of rites centering around their sacred symbols.
Connotation aside sounds like they were a cult to me.
AVS:
Hahaha, Gotta love America, A big Bowl of mixed people/races that can't agree.
~~~
Freedom. Rights.
Why use words that you can't even agree to the meaning of?
Do you feel better as a bully, or the one bullied?
______
Later
After searching around more posts for a little clarity I remember the words from one of my favorite old guys, when he thought about why people spend so much time debating the subject of how many stars there were. He pronounced "It's because anyone could express his profound conviction on the subject without fear of being proven wrong, because it was impossible to know the answer."
Sunday, August 15
Wall posts
Without Love Breath is just a clock Ticking.
Without Breath Love is just Necrophilia.
Isn't life great :)
Without Breath Love is just Necrophilia.
Isn't life great :)
No, nothing I regret nothing.
I've told many beauxs and friends that "I don't regret anything I've done." I'm not a saint or a horrible sinner. I'm a little bit of a diva and I like the pleasure of a man's company.
In different languages I feel more open to the lyrics.
It started when I was very young.
My grandmother "Oma" would say a little prayer with me at night.The prayer goes like this :
Ich bin klein, mein Herz ist rein. Daß niemand drinnen wohnen kann, aber Jesus allein.
I am small. My heart is pure. That no one can live inside but Jesus alone.
It's a little less depressing than, "If I should die before I wake." And I believe my Oma lived to that prayer.
My mother learned it when she was little and she kept up the habit until I was old enough to doubt religion and didn't know my grandmother anymore.
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
see'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous do Passe
My grandmother married my grandfather. A young soldier in the American Army during WWII. She grew-up in Geisfeld/Bamburg and he in Cleves Ohio.
He brought her back to the USA as was the way. She didn't speak German at home, Americans couldn't distinguish the Germans they didn't know from the Germans they didn't want to know. So, she raised five kids, grew a tasty garden of veggies and was the best woman I got to do dishes with.
I learned from her, to always keep mints in my purse. To sew, and most importantly; To love god and my fellow humans.
Avec Mes Souvenirs J'ai Allume Le Feu
Mes chagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Repare A Zero
My mother left home before she even moved out. She couldn't wait to get away from her lost father and yet was crushed to leave her mother. As young kids, we visited twice a year, but then only once every two years. I don't think my mother forgave herself for being away during the last years of her mothers life.
Stille Nacht (Silent Night) was my Oma's favorite song -my mother remembers-
When I hear the words in any language, it's like a vocal hug from my grandmother.
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Mes Joies
Aujourd'hui Ca Commence Avec Toi
The song Edelweiß from the Sound of Music is also like my grandmother. It's written by Americans; my grandmother was made into an American. It's connection to Germany is faint and only known to the few who look for deeper meaning- ask an Austrian or German about the song and they will know it from the musical only; I only know of one trip back to Germany my grandmother has taken since she left with my grandfather. And both, when I think of them, bring a warm soft wetness to my eyes. A small white flower that lives on mountains is worn by the best of soldiers. A woman who learned how to live with a war survivor who never came home.
The English language is like most Americans. A bratty, rough, mutt that will change with a whim or fad. The English dictionary grows with each passing year. Who needs new words when the old ones are more suitable for the task. Don't start adding new things without knowing the old. I love the quote from "My Fair Lady" Dr Henry Higgins says: " In France every Frenchman knows his language from 'A' to 'Zed' -
The French don't care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly."
That's why I love schools teaching young kids more than one language. We teach more than one subject. It opens the mind. It allows a wider understanding. If you eat the same food every day, not only will your body lack certain nutrients but you will also starve your taste-buds and mind of the wonders of choice. A different lens can show a better view.
Listen to more than pop, watch movies that aren't just in BluRay. Read books that aren't only found on the Best Sellers rack. Walk down a street that doesn't have a bar or mall on it.
and you know what you'll find...
... Everything (tutto).
In different languages I feel more open to the lyrics.
It started when I was very young.
My grandmother "Oma" would say a little prayer with me at night.The prayer goes like this :
Ich bin klein, mein Herz ist rein. Daß niemand drinnen wohnen kann, aber Jesus allein.
I am small. My heart is pure. That no one can live inside but Jesus alone.
It's a little less depressing than, "If I should die before I wake." And I believe my Oma lived to that prayer.
My mother learned it when she was little and she kept up the habit until I was old enough to doubt religion and didn't know my grandmother anymore.
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
see'est Paye, Balaye, Oublie, Je Me Fous do Passe
My grandmother married my grandfather. A young soldier in the American Army during WWII. She grew-up in Geisfeld/Bamburg and he in Cleves Ohio.
He brought her back to the USA as was the way. She didn't speak German at home, Americans couldn't distinguish the Germans they didn't know from the Germans they didn't want to know. So, she raised five kids, grew a tasty garden of veggies and was the best woman I got to do dishes with.
I learned from her, to always keep mints in my purse. To sew, and most importantly; To love god and my fellow humans.
Avec Mes Souvenirs J'ai Allume Le Feu
Mes chagrins, Mes Plaisirs,
Je N'ai Plus Besoin D'eux
Balaye Les Amours Avec Leurs Tremolos
Balaye Pour Toujours
Je Repare A Zero
My mother left home before she even moved out. She couldn't wait to get away from her lost father and yet was crushed to leave her mother. As young kids, we visited twice a year, but then only once every two years. I don't think my mother forgave herself for being away during the last years of her mothers life.
Stille Nacht (Silent Night) was my Oma's favorite song -my mother remembers-
When I hear the words in any language, it's like a vocal hug from my grandmother.
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Ni Le Bien Qu'on M'a Fait, Ni Le Mal
Tout Ca M'est Bien Egal
Non, Rien De Rien, Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien
Car Ma Vie, Car Mes Joies
Aujourd'hui Ca Commence Avec Toi
The song Edelweiß from the Sound of Music is also like my grandmother. It's written by Americans; my grandmother was made into an American. It's connection to Germany is faint and only known to the few who look for deeper meaning- ask an Austrian or German about the song and they will know it from the musical only; I only know of one trip back to Germany my grandmother has taken since she left with my grandfather. And both, when I think of them, bring a warm soft wetness to my eyes. A small white flower that lives on mountains is worn by the best of soldiers. A woman who learned how to live with a war survivor who never came home.
The English language is like most Americans. A bratty, rough, mutt that will change with a whim or fad. The English dictionary grows with each passing year. Who needs new words when the old ones are more suitable for the task. Don't start adding new things without knowing the old. I love the quote from "My Fair Lady" Dr Henry Higgins says: " In France every Frenchman knows his language from 'A' to 'Zed' -
The French don't care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly."
That's why I love schools teaching young kids more than one language. We teach more than one subject. It opens the mind. It allows a wider understanding. If you eat the same food every day, not only will your body lack certain nutrients but you will also starve your taste-buds and mind of the wonders of choice. A different lens can show a better view.
Listen to more than pop, watch movies that aren't just in BluRay. Read books that aren't only found on the Best Sellers rack. Walk down a street that doesn't have a bar or mall on it.
and you know what you'll find...
... Everything (tutto).
Wednesday, August 11
zzzZZZZ
Why so elusive? The slumber I need in the bed that I have, it's fading from me like the patience I had.
I've read, I've written, I've taken a bath. Nothing it seems will quicken my repast.
Lights turned off, eyelids wide shut. Slowing my breathing will get me out of this rut.
I punch my pillow to iron out the creases and try to turn over, on my right no sleep either.
Too quiet the room to loud the basement. Without another spoon, this one can't make it.
In the dark, thoughts keep me up. The maybe's and mistakes; will I ever be enough?
Questions I ask of myself and others. only make my mind sharper and the shadows look longer.
No stars comfort, no melatonin will alter, this whitewashed mind that stays up way too often.
Encumbered by nightgowns, no mummy is made. Just myself in this chamber Sandman must be paid.
Stuffed animals and creatures are scattered on the floor, they hold no comfort for me anymore.
Day or night, it matters not. I'll light the lamp, or mimic the sloth.
Just let me sleep, oh let this mind try I'm restless, my thoughtlessness no longer denied.
Under the sheets, over the blankets, my leg curls until I wake up.
Bleary eyed, bushy haired my night rushed by without dream or mare.
Tomorrow and today are one and the same. now rise up. Get up. Don't just lay there.
I've read, I've written, I've taken a bath. Nothing it seems will quicken my repast.
Lights turned off, eyelids wide shut. Slowing my breathing will get me out of this rut.
I punch my pillow to iron out the creases and try to turn over, on my right no sleep either.
Too quiet the room to loud the basement. Without another spoon, this one can't make it.
In the dark, thoughts keep me up. The maybe's and mistakes; will I ever be enough?
Questions I ask of myself and others. only make my mind sharper and the shadows look longer.
No stars comfort, no melatonin will alter, this whitewashed mind that stays up way too often.
Encumbered by nightgowns, no mummy is made. Just myself in this chamber Sandman must be paid.
Stuffed animals and creatures are scattered on the floor, they hold no comfort for me anymore.
Day or night, it matters not. I'll light the lamp, or mimic the sloth.
Just let me sleep, oh let this mind try I'm restless, my thoughtlessness no longer denied.
Under the sheets, over the blankets, my leg curls until I wake up.
Bleary eyed, bushy haired my night rushed by without dream or mare.
Tomorrow and today are one and the same. now rise up. Get up. Don't just lay there.
Where do I want to be in 5 years
A blog at 2am.
I want to be in an abode of my own.
Have a car I enjoy driving.
And a man who won't mind writing.
A new hair style is due.
Throw away ALL but 6 pairs of shoes.
If you haven't looked at it in a year, you don't miss it.
Captain, at least.
No marks on your license.
Getting closer to marriage.
Facebook, don't get me started. (You remember Myspace)
Two more countries down and four states minimum.
Able to cook, meat, fish and poultry and one veggie dinner superbly.
Publish something, or present a creation of your very own.
Clean inbox, full mailbox.
No empty locket.
I want to be in an abode of my own.
Have a car I enjoy driving.
And a man who won't mind writing.
A new hair style is due.
Throw away ALL but 6 pairs of shoes.
If you haven't looked at it in a year, you don't miss it.
Captain, at least.
No marks on your license.
Getting closer to marriage.
Facebook, don't get me started. (You remember Myspace)
Two more countries down and four states minimum.
Able to cook, meat, fish and poultry and one veggie dinner superbly.
Publish something, or present a creation of your very own.
Clean inbox, full mailbox.
No empty locket.
Another world
I love getting lost in fiction.
The impossible feats accomplished by somewhat ordinary people. Major characters that always get their happy ending. I started to love the things an author could create within the world of words.
My favorite worlds include:
Xanth
Phase/Proton
Amber
Shannara
Aloria
Discworld
Middle Earth
Westland/ Midlands/ D'Hara and the Old World
Star Wars universe
Lyra's Oxford
Julie's tundra
and Earth, in more ways than one.
I could Travel these worlds with the lick of a fingertip, or a very dextrose thumb.
I've dropped lots of books in the tub, with or without the aid of a shelf. I've dropped crumbs and ink and drink and been mad at myself.Do you know what happens to gummy worms left in a hot car? They melt onto your favorite novel and redecorate the cover of somebody's memoir.
After watching Finding Forrester I don't 'dog-ear' books, and I have traded real bookmarks for gum wrappers, receipts and dollars. Whatever's laying around when I have to pause. It's half the fun to return to a story without a map and rekindle the journey and see what marker guides my path.
Thank you authors,
Thank you for stories.
Thank you for morals,
And mischief soon sorted.
Thank you for people I can oft relate to
Thank you for accents and names I cannot pronounce.
Thank you for centaurs, lovers, dwarves, heros and cats.
Thank you Terry's for all your wonderful detail.
Thank you Initials (A.C., P.J., C.S., J.R.R.) for talking.
I've left out some that I know I have loved,
Not out of spite, but a simple mind now done.
I've many talents I'm sure but my favorite is this one,
To forget enough detail and love repetition.
For this means I love your books, not once and then never,
But over and over, find new reasons to smell the leather.
In waking I dream of fiction,
In dreams I live with non.
With my words I live my life,
With printed words I see yours.
Thank you for giving me my heart back,
My imagination and humor some company and silence.
Anticipation, discovery, knowledge and meaning.
Thank you for leaving some things unspoken, and hidden.
My books may have broken spines and they have have writing in the margins. I've fallen asleep more nights with a book in my hand, under my pillow, or lost in the covers; that 20yrs of marriage will have to work hard to reach the same number.
I can travel in movies and some made from books are a wonder. Like books, movies have a certain 'author'. They tell a story and have a lot to offer. But they don't let you create. You see people reading in many a television program, but do you hear of an author describe a movie in his prose? Will you
Movies are grand, they tease the senses
But books...
((sigh))
The creation doesn't stop after production and distribution.
The door has merely opened for your mind to run through it.
That's why I cherish my books. The old and the young. From Julius the Baby of the World to the Iliad (which I still haven't read). They'll teach me something, every time I read them.
The impossible feats accomplished by somewhat ordinary people. Major characters that always get their happy ending. I started to love the things an author could create within the world of words.
My favorite worlds include:
Xanth
Phase/Proton
Amber
Shannara
Aloria
Discworld
Middle Earth
Westland/ Midlands/ D'Hara and the Old World
Star Wars universe
Lyra's Oxford
Julie's tundra
and Earth, in more ways than one.
I could Travel these worlds with the lick of a fingertip, or a very dextrose thumb.
I've dropped lots of books in the tub, with or without the aid of a shelf. I've dropped crumbs and ink and drink and been mad at myself.Do you know what happens to gummy worms left in a hot car? They melt onto your favorite novel and redecorate the cover of somebody's memoir.
After watching Finding Forrester I don't 'dog-ear' books, and I have traded real bookmarks for gum wrappers, receipts and dollars. Whatever's laying around when I have to pause. It's half the fun to return to a story without a map and rekindle the journey and see what marker guides my path.
Thank you authors,
Thank you for stories.
Thank you for morals,
And mischief soon sorted.
Thank you for people I can oft relate to
Thank you for accents and names I cannot pronounce.
Thank you for centaurs, lovers, dwarves, heros and cats.
Thank you Terry's for all your wonderful detail.
Thank you Initials (A.C., P.J., C.S., J.R.R.) for talking.
I've left out some that I know I have loved,
Not out of spite, but a simple mind now done.
I've many talents I'm sure but my favorite is this one,
To forget enough detail and love repetition.
For this means I love your books, not once and then never,
But over and over, find new reasons to smell the leather.
In waking I dream of fiction,
In dreams I live with non.
With my words I live my life,
With printed words I see yours.
Thank you for giving me my heart back,
My imagination and humor some company and silence.
Anticipation, discovery, knowledge and meaning.
Thank you for leaving some things unspoken, and hidden.
My books may have broken spines and they have have writing in the margins. I've fallen asleep more nights with a book in my hand, under my pillow, or lost in the covers; that 20yrs of marriage will have to work hard to reach the same number.
I can travel in movies and some made from books are a wonder. Like books, movies have a certain 'author'. They tell a story and have a lot to offer. But they don't let you create. You see people reading in many a television program, but do you hear of an author describe a movie in his prose? Will you
read
about some guy sitting, snacking on Dorito's while watching Seventh Heaven. NoMovies are grand, they tease the senses
But books...
((sigh))
The creation doesn't stop after production and distribution.
The door has merely opened for your mind to run through it.
That's why I cherish my books. The old and the young. From Julius the Baby of the World to the Iliad (which I still haven't read). They'll teach me something, every time I read them.
Because each time I return to the authors' words, I'm a new artist looking at the same paints in a drawer. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I hold the paintbrush once more.
Thursday, June 17
Mission: Transition
Graduated.
Wow.
My first little look into the world of college educated work.
One week after graduation I was working 10hr days and two weeks later I'm working 20hr days. Here's hoping I don't have to increase any further.
Keeping busy has been a good way for me to stay out of trouble. I guess it stems from my slight ADD, when my mind gets time to work "Hang on to your butts" the imagination drive kicks in faster than the hyper-drive on the Millennium Falcon.
Part of the transition is learning how to react to people (of all ages) as peers. From a young age my parents tried to instill a sense of hierarchy and respect due to those older than me. Teachers, family members and adults in general. I call most men Sir and most women Ma'am. Something that should not be done to NCO's in the military.
I'm learning about how to lead, through the mistakes of those who don't lead well.
I'm learning how to treat other people each time someone treats me in an inappropriate way.
And I'm learning about myself, when I try to council and develop those under my care.
I've found those who I can count on. On a day when smiling is difficult, they see it as their duty to make me smile.
For people who care about others, I say thank you.
For those who make the time, No Matter WHAT they are doing, to show kindness and love. You are truly the best of us all.
To end, my mission is not to transfer my routines into a new job, or life; but to grow and develop new patterns that will make me more successful in the next stage of my life.
Wow.
My first little look into the world of college educated work.
One week after graduation I was working 10hr days and two weeks later I'm working 20hr days. Here's hoping I don't have to increase any further.
Keeping busy has been a good way for me to stay out of trouble. I guess it stems from my slight ADD, when my mind gets time to work "Hang on to your butts" the imagination drive kicks in faster than the hyper-drive on the Millennium Falcon.
Part of the transition is learning how to react to people (of all ages) as peers. From a young age my parents tried to instill a sense of hierarchy and respect due to those older than me. Teachers, family members and adults in general. I call most men Sir and most women Ma'am. Something that should not be done to NCO's in the military.
I'm learning about how to lead, through the mistakes of those who don't lead well.
I'm learning how to treat other people each time someone treats me in an inappropriate way.
And I'm learning about myself, when I try to council and develop those under my care.
I've found those who I can count on. On a day when smiling is difficult, they see it as their duty to make me smile.
For people who care about others, I say thank you.
For those who make the time, No Matter WHAT they are doing, to show kindness and love. You are truly the best of us all.
To end, my mission is not to transfer my routines into a new job, or life; but to grow and develop new patterns that will make me more successful in the next stage of my life.
Wednesday, May 5
Heart wrenching
Bagpipes play Amazing Grace.
The pipers' steps punctuate the beat as they march forward
and leave a body behind.
They breathe and don't as the bag twinges and echoes,
This haunting tune of hope and loss.
A lone bugler stands erect and proud, hidden behind mourners,
sounding Taps aloud.
His call resonates that all is well,
There are others standing watch, where some have fell.
A flag that no longer waves will be tear stained forever.
Unwashed but cherished; forgotten never.
My service won’t be enough.
My efforts can never bring them back.
My life is their legacy.
God bless you, my grandfather, my uncle, cousin and friend,
My brothers, sisters in arms; the unnamed cannot rend.
May the wings of angels be your shield and the whisper of God be in your ear.
Watch over us now as we walk free. Be my guide, so that I cannot mislead.
I look to the ones who’ve suffered before,
They trudged all the paths across sea and shore.
Follow me, I'll yell as we march towards battle,
Not a hero, just a Louie who's knees and teeth still clatter.
My teachers are soldiers, subordinate not friend,
It is me, on whom they will eventually depend.
They've surrendered their time and hope it wasn’t wasted.
On something too many have dreamed but not tasted.
Dusk and dawn are nothing but colors.
Help me remain vigilant every moment ours.
Their bodies have failed them, their hearts stopped beating.
But in the wind and the silence I can just hear them screaming.
“Remember the patch that's on my right shoulder.
It's folded now, and my body may molder.
A soldier doesn't ask for much more than this,
To be known as a servant who volunteered for the risk.”
I’ll bring them home, and let them sleep through the night.
Their lives are more precious than mine, am I right?
God grant me… God give me… God, take care of my family,
The private, the specialist, the sergeant; I prithee.
Serenity, strength, and wisdom above all,
I’m ready to stand, I’ll answer the call.
The pipers' steps punctuate the beat as they march forward
and leave a body behind.
They breathe and don't as the bag twinges and echoes,
This haunting tune of hope and loss.
A lone bugler stands erect and proud, hidden behind mourners,
sounding Taps aloud.
His call resonates that all is well,
There are others standing watch, where some have fell.
A flag that no longer waves will be tear stained forever.
Unwashed but cherished; forgotten never.
My service won’t be enough.
My efforts can never bring them back.
My life is their legacy.
God bless you, my grandfather, my uncle, cousin and friend,
My brothers, sisters in arms; the unnamed cannot rend.
May the wings of angels be your shield and the whisper of God be in your ear.
Watch over us now as we walk free. Be my guide, so that I cannot mislead.
I look to the ones who’ve suffered before,
They trudged all the paths across sea and shore.
Follow me, I'll yell as we march towards battle,
Not a hero, just a Louie who's knees and teeth still clatter.
My teachers are soldiers, subordinate not friend,
It is me, on whom they will eventually depend.
They've surrendered their time and hope it wasn’t wasted.
On something too many have dreamed but not tasted.
Dusk and dawn are nothing but colors.
Help me remain vigilant every moment ours.
Their bodies have failed them, their hearts stopped beating.
But in the wind and the silence I can just hear them screaming.
“Remember the patch that's on my right shoulder.
It's folded now, and my body may molder.
A soldier doesn't ask for much more than this,
To be known as a servant who volunteered for the risk.”
I’ll bring them home, and let them sleep through the night.
Their lives are more precious than mine, am I right?
God grant me… God give me… God, take care of my family,
The private, the specialist, the sergeant; I prithee.
Serenity, strength, and wisdom above all,
I’m ready to stand, I’ll answer the call.
Do you like Apples?
WELL I got her number. How do you like them apples?
Good Will Hunting is definantly on my top ten list of movies, and I'm pretty sure if I watch all the movies ever made it will still be in the top ten percent.
Ben Affleck and Matt Damon are a great team of pals in this story of life with a touch of surreality. Robin Williams, let me just say, is awesome. Comedy, tragedy, drama, irony, you name it this guy can embody it. I don't think I've seen a sub-par performance from him yet. He is one of the reasons I wanted to be on stage. To see if I could find the aspects of the character I was to become, and really make it believable. Maybe he got type-cast {{shakes head}} but that's not an excuse.
Matt Damon, now there's a poster boy. Stolid silence, fierce retorts and a killer smile to boot. I've read in articles that the smart aleck Will Hunting, is similar to the depths of Damon's true intelligence. I'd love to sit back and watch him talk through ideas with other strong minded people. I'd feel like a student watching Aristotle and Socrates discuss ...anything.
When Sean and Will have their second session I loved the inscription Sean gives about intimacy and ...Well if you haven't seen it I don't want to spoil it. And if you have seen it... you know.
Anywho, I very much recommend this movie. I learn something new about myself every time I watch this movie.
Good Will Hunting is definantly on my top ten list of movies, and I'm pretty sure if I watch all the movies ever made it will still be in the top ten percent.
Ben Affleck and Matt Damon are a great team of pals in this story of life with a touch of surreality. Robin Williams, let me just say, is awesome. Comedy, tragedy, drama, irony, you name it this guy can embody it. I don't think I've seen a sub-par performance from him yet. He is one of the reasons I wanted to be on stage. To see if I could find the aspects of the character I was to become, and really make it believable. Maybe he got type-cast {{shakes head}} but that's not an excuse.
Matt Damon, now there's a poster boy. Stolid silence, fierce retorts and a killer smile to boot. I've read in articles that the smart aleck Will Hunting, is similar to the depths of Damon's true intelligence. I'd love to sit back and watch him talk through ideas with other strong minded people. I'd feel like a student watching Aristotle and Socrates discuss ...anything.When Sean and Will have their second session I loved the inscription Sean gives about intimacy and ...Well if you haven't seen it I don't want to spoil it. And if you have seen it... you know.
Anywho, I very much recommend this movie. I learn something new about myself every time I watch this movie.
Tuesday, May 4
Do you remember?
I ment to re write this and post it EONS ago, so instead i'll just add to the end.
I wrote previously under the title "Where were you?" about people defining days through others experiences.
What I don't think I conveyed was my frustration with the appropriation of others emotions onto your own life. (I'll explain what I mean by that in a minute) I was saying that it frustrates me when people live their lives in the backseat of society. Some prefer to remember days only in relation to what is on their TV guide or favorite facebook page.
"appropriation"- the taking of something that belongs to or is associated with somebody else, especially without permission.
I lived outside of the USA in high-school. When the World Trade Center was hit by a plane on September 11th 2001, I was not in America to experience the confusion, terror, and other emotions that ran wild because of a massive terrorist attack. (no matter who you think did it or didn't do it, the reaction of the populace was mass terror, therefor it was an act of terrorism)
That didn't stop my class mates from asking me questions like: "Did you know anyone in the towers?" "Are you okay?"
Yes I was shocked. At first I thought it must be a prank like "War of the Worlds" in 1938. Everyone knew that Nothing attacks America. Even though most Hollywood apocalyptic movies are set in America, nothing happens on an epic scale.
I felt numb. I wanted to empathize for the people. I tried to imagine what i would do if i had known someone. But I have never experienced the gut-wrenching feeling of having someones life snuffed out without a warning.
I understand that people's emotions are valid and I empathize. But that doesn't mean that I take a day off work because "baby Diego dies" (Children of Men).
Remember Me.
I watched this movie with my sister, cousin, and a girl friend. We were having a girls movie night and were semi fans of the male lead.
It was a movie I'll watch again. Twice.
It's about loss and love and most important to me, family.
I got a hint of retrospection and insight while discussing the actors acting skills and lack of fashion sense in different scenes and "real life"
I recommend watching it. Netflik it if you can, Redbox it (while it's still out there). Don't watch previews about it, don't anticipate.
Watch it like you would watch something you want to enjoy but are slightly undereducated about. Think about how you can relate to the characters (not the actors). And then suspend your disbelief about the little world that is being created.
Plus the little girl is adorable! Reminds me of a young young young Jena Malone. (Stepmom). Or as my friend said, the twin sister of young Haley Joel Osment (circa A.I.).
I wrote previously under the title "Where were you?" about people defining days through others experiences.
What I don't think I conveyed was my frustration with the appropriation of others emotions onto your own life. (I'll explain what I mean by that in a minute) I was saying that it frustrates me when people live their lives in the backseat of society. Some prefer to remember days only in relation to what is on their TV guide or favorite facebook page.
"appropriation"- the taking of something that belongs to or is associated with somebody else, especially without permission.
I lived outside of the USA in high-school. When the World Trade Center was hit by a plane on September 11th 2001, I was not in America to experience the confusion, terror, and other emotions that ran wild because of a massive terrorist attack. (no matter who you think did it or didn't do it, the reaction of the populace was mass terror, therefor it was an act of terrorism)
That didn't stop my class mates from asking me questions like: "Did you know anyone in the towers?" "Are you okay?"
Yes I was shocked. At first I thought it must be a prank like "War of the Worlds" in 1938. Everyone knew that Nothing attacks America. Even though most Hollywood apocalyptic movies are set in America, nothing happens on an epic scale.
I felt numb. I wanted to empathize for the people. I tried to imagine what i would do if i had known someone. But I have never experienced the gut-wrenching feeling of having someones life snuffed out without a warning.
I understand that people's emotions are valid and I empathize. But that doesn't mean that I take a day off work because "baby Diego dies" (Children of Men).
Remember Me.
I watched this movie with my sister, cousin, and a girl friend. We were having a girls movie night and were semi fans of the male lead.
It was a movie I'll watch again. Twice.
It's about loss and love and most important to me, family.
I got a hint of retrospection and insight while discussing the actors acting skills and lack of fashion sense in different scenes and "real life"
I recommend watching it. Netflik it if you can, Redbox it (while it's still out there). Don't watch previews about it, don't anticipate.
Watch it like you would watch something you want to enjoy but are slightly undereducated about. Think about how you can relate to the characters (not the actors). And then suspend your disbelief about the little world that is being created.
Plus the little girl is adorable! Reminds me of a young young young Jena Malone. (Stepmom). Or as my friend said, the twin sister of young Haley Joel Osment (circa A.I.).
Monday, May 3
Means to an end
For my graduation, that might not be occurring, I invited the President. Not of my university, but of the United States of America.
If that won't give me the kick in the butt to actually do my work what could?
My father, god love him for putting up with me, says that these next few days are a "means to an end". The last time I heard that term it was people arguing over just war principles.
A means to an end. What end?
Not getting a degree. From this little college in the middle of nowhere. Ha!
Not for the right to walk across the stage. Although I will be beating my older brother at something academically for the first time since 7th grade. That end isn't a fulfillment of my goals, I didn't want to come to college in the first place. I've learned so few things from the books or classes I've had to sit through. I'd bet that of all my friends, I attended more classes in my four years than they might in their extended years.
Means to an end.
What do I get when I graduate?
I walk across the stage in-front of hundreds of people and join a small percentage of society that have degrees. The president of the university might actually remember me as one of the first two cadets to perform their officers oath at graduation (considering that we've been introduced more than 4 times in the last year, he should know my face at least).
I'll have my parents pride. I haven't heard the three words in a long time "You disappointed me".
I won't have to go back to classes. But I'm trading one routine for another, with my Army job waiting for me. One year from now I'll have a place of my own, most likely a car, a 30-50k salary, and more independence a 22year old probably should have.
And what do I have to do to get this?
What could possibly be keeping me from the new American Dream???
Homework; 5 papers, 3 exams, one presentation and the good favor of four professors, and assistant professors. Work that could have been done during the semester.
It's all my own doing.
I've been given the chance to succeed. If I fail, I can only blame myself.
Self depreciation and blame shifting won't change the fact that I'm scared out of my wits to have these "dreams come true". Why should I get what I want? Do I deserve it? Others have worked harder. Some of my peers do so much more, and with less help. Why do they get marginalized while I get center stage?
In my letter to the President, I told him that I welcome the chance and pray for the abilities necessary to be a leader in the Armed Forces. Don't I sound confident!?
That's not how I feel, sitting on my couch in my yoga outfit at 1am.
And flipping though my computer files I realize that:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” Marianne Williamson
If that won't give me the kick in the butt to actually do my work what could?
My father, god love him for putting up with me, says that these next few days are a "means to an end". The last time I heard that term it was people arguing over just war principles.
A means to an end. What end?
Not getting a degree. From this little college in the middle of nowhere. Ha!
Not for the right to walk across the stage. Although I will be beating my older brother at something academically for the first time since 7th grade. That end isn't a fulfillment of my goals, I didn't want to come to college in the first place. I've learned so few things from the books or classes I've had to sit through. I'd bet that of all my friends, I attended more classes in my four years than they might in their extended years.
Means to an end.
What do I get when I graduate?
I walk across the stage in-front of hundreds of people and join a small percentage of society that have degrees. The president of the university might actually remember me as one of the first two cadets to perform their officers oath at graduation (considering that we've been introduced more than 4 times in the last year, he should know my face at least).
I'll have my parents pride. I haven't heard the three words in a long time "You disappointed me".
I won't have to go back to classes. But I'm trading one routine for another, with my Army job waiting for me. One year from now I'll have a place of my own, most likely a car, a 30-50k salary, and more independence a 22year old probably should have.
And what do I have to do to get this?
What could possibly be keeping me from the new American Dream???
Homework; 5 papers, 3 exams, one presentation and the good favor of four professors, and assistant professors. Work that could have been done during the semester.
It's all my own doing.
I've been given the chance to succeed. If I fail, I can only blame myself.
Self depreciation and blame shifting won't change the fact that I'm scared out of my wits to have these "dreams come true". Why should I get what I want? Do I deserve it? Others have worked harder. Some of my peers do so much more, and with less help. Why do they get marginalized while I get center stage?
In my letter to the President, I told him that I welcome the chance and pray for the abilities necessary to be a leader in the Armed Forces. Don't I sound confident!?
That's not how I feel, sitting on my couch in my yoga outfit at 1am.
And flipping though my computer files I realize that:
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” Marianne Williamson
Sunday, May 2
First movie
In theaters "The Lion King"
In Imax:
In 3D: Last Airbender
First "R": Lake Placid or the Matrix
First movie alone in Theater: Lilo & Stitch
First movie in subtitles I didn't realize i was reading the subtitles: The Passion of the Christ.
First movie I loved as much as the book: Narina, Lion Witch and the Wardrobe
First movie I made-out through and didn't watch the movie (it was crap anyway): Ghost Rider
hereHs a sampling of some movies you might have seen and a few you may not have heard of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3hth9_rvfg&feature=related
In Imax:
In 3D: Last Airbender
First "R": Lake Placid or the Matrix
First movie alone in Theater: Lilo & Stitch
First movie in subtitles I didn't realize i was reading the subtitles: The Passion of the Christ.
First movie I loved as much as the book: Narina, Lion Witch and the Wardrobe
First movie I made-out through and didn't watch the movie (it was crap anyway): Ghost Rider
hereHs a sampling of some movies you might have seen and a few you may not have heard of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G3hth9_rvfg&feature=related
damion walters 2010
He's just awesome.
gotta love an athlete that knows how to use their body.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNvJy0zoXOY&feature=topvideos
gotta love an athlete that knows how to use their body.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNvJy0zoXOY&feature=topvideos
Tuesday, April 27
DPS Disney Princess Syndrome
"Just because they wear the tulle doesn’t mean they’ve drunk the Kool-Aid."
http://www.swancher.com/word/mcphee/
according to Jo Paoletti, an associate professor of American studies at the University of Maryland, it ain’t so. When colors were first introduced to the nursery in the early part of the 20th century, pink was considered the more masculine hue, a pastel version of red. Blue, with its intimations of the Virgin Mary, constancy and faithfulness, was thought to be dainty. Why or when that switched is not clear, but as late as the 1930s a significant percentage of adults in one national survey held to that split. Perhaps that’s why so many early Disney heroines — Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wendy, Alice-in-Wonderland — are swathed in varying shades of azure. (Purple, incidentally, may be the next color to swap teams: once the realm of kings and N.F.L. players, it is fast becoming the bolder girl’s version of pink.)
Singer/ songwriter P!nk introduces a song "Stupid Girls" with a video that expresses the same worry, that females would be trapped in their minds and psyche of damsel in distress.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR4yQFZK9YM
And yet, little girls all over the world, play with Barbie* and dress-up in mom's clothes and look at their worries parents. Smile happily. “But, Mommy?” they add. “When I grow up, I’m still going to be a fireman.”
http://www.swancher.com/word/mcphee/
according to Jo Paoletti, an associate professor of American studies at the University of Maryland, it ain’t so. When colors were first introduced to the nursery in the early part of the 20th century, pink was considered the more masculine hue, a pastel version of red. Blue, with its intimations of the Virgin Mary, constancy and faithfulness, was thought to be dainty. Why or when that switched is not clear, but as late as the 1930s a significant percentage of adults in one national survey held to that split. Perhaps that’s why so many early Disney heroines — Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Wendy, Alice-in-Wonderland — are swathed in varying shades of azure. (Purple, incidentally, may be the next color to swap teams: once the realm of kings and N.F.L. players, it is fast becoming the bolder girl’s version of pink.)
Singer/ songwriter P!nk introduces a song "Stupid Girls" with a video that expresses the same worry, that females would be trapped in their minds and psyche of damsel in distress.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BR4yQFZK9YM
And yet, little girls all over the world, play with Barbie* and dress-up in mom's clothes and look at their worries parents. Smile happily. “But, Mommy?” they add. “When I grow up, I’m still going to be a fireman.”
Wednesday, April 21
Ok Go
Watch this
This is the WONDERFULLY intuitive group OK GO.
I remember watching their first video (Treadmill) and just wanting to try it.
It's an example of Rube Goldberg; adjective defined as accomplishing something simple through complex means. Rube Goldberg was an American cartoonist born in 1883. In 1931 the Webster Dictionary added his namesake to their prestigious pages.
Wallace, the human from the clay made duo of Wallace and Gromit is an inventor o
f Rube Goldberg proportions.
Another example include the inventor and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang's protagonist, Caractacus Potts. some of his inventions include the Toot Sweet, the egg cooker, and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. A complicated machine for a car, but it does much more.
Interesting fact, I used to date a guy who's father bought the plans and made the only exact replica of the car Chitty.
This is the WONDERFULLY intuitive group OK GO.
I remember watching their first video (Treadmill) and just wanting to try it.
It's an example of Rube Goldberg; adjective defined as accomplishing something simple through complex means. Rube Goldberg was an American cartoonist born in 1883. In 1931 the Webster Dictionary added his namesake to their prestigious pages.
Wallace, the human from the clay made duo of Wallace and Gromit is an inventor o
f Rube Goldberg proportions.Another example include the inventor and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang's protagonist, Caractacus Potts. some of his inventions include the Toot Sweet, the egg cooker, and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. A complicated machine for a car, but it does much more.
Interesting fact, I used to date a guy who's father bought the plans and made the only exact replica of the car Chitty.
Sunday, April 18
Remember
When I get bogged down in homework or find that I should work all weekend to stay on track, I usually find myself watching movies from when I was younger.
Favorites include Hercules , and other animated classics.
I love sharing these memories with my sister, in fact we've got a trans continental movie date tomorrow to celebrate our youth gone away.
I watched Rikki-Tikki-Tavi and Rock-a-doodle last week.
Some of the memories I'm reliving this week include Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, Robin Hood , and my highschool fav Shakespeare in Love .
I hope you enjoyed my skip down memory lane.
Favorites include Hercules , and other animated classics.
I love sharing these memories with my sister, in fact we've got a trans continental movie date tomorrow to celebrate our youth gone away.
I watched Rikki-Tikki-Tavi and Rock-a-doodle last week.
Some of the memories I'm reliving this week include Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen, Robin Hood , and my highschool fav Shakespeare in Love .
I hope you enjoyed my skip down memory lane.
Wednesday, April 7
Chaos and joy
I love riding the subway in a big city. I to read the signs and wait for the right train to pull up. Wait for swarms of people stream out of the cars. I'd either move to an area not occupied with sweaty armpitto balance as if on a surfboard, or calmly park myself in an open area and sit down. I'd cross my legs into a more comfortable position without kicking the shins of the people next to me. Everyone knows that eye contact is expressively forbidden in such a cramped environment. The next move would be a bag adjustment, move my purse from one 
shoulder to the next, take out my current novel and start reading through the dull subway ride.People walk by me, on and off the car and I notice colors; black ,navy blue a couple of greens and reds, browns, blue jeans and khakis, skirts and tights. The colors don't really inspire joy, especially in the winter. But the fashion is fun and sometimes I get a hint of creativity out of the drab garb.
Some girls just love to wear their short skirts and for a minute I think one is parked right behind my novel. A skirt so short it looks like she's got no pants.
A quick glance and I notice, Darling you should have shaved your legs...
A second glance... a guy in a skirt... ok, not too weird, gay rights and all. This is a big city.
I lift my eyes to see just what kind of skirt he's wearing, I am a girl after all, and then I realize... he's not wearing a skirt or pants... He's only in his underwear!
I look up from my book Mr Pantless is acting normal. Not smiling down at me in a suggestive way. He doesn't even look gay. I grab faces from the crowd looking for accomplices and notice the other naked legs in the subway car.
~~What did I get myself into?~~
Men, in boxers, briefs, banana-hammocks and thankfully
no thongs. Women in frilly knickers, boys boxers, girls boxers, again thankfully no thongs.Blues, Greens, Reds, Pinks, Yellow, Orange, White. Characters like Spiderman, Cookie Monster and sayings like Cabin Fever, make me laugh out loud. This is my kind of joke.The only question is...
Should I take my pants off?
This is a fictional story based on real events. For more information see Improv Everywhere
☺For a little more joy, check out (RAOK) Random Acts of Kindness with Danny Wallace and Join Me or Free Hugs
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