The earth quaked and you responded-
The Hope Mouse came and then absconded.
Then waters rose in Pakistan;
The Hope Mouse came and then he ran.
Don't make me pray for more fiascos-
Please give me Hope before he goes!
Please?
I need to feed my addiction!
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Back By Popular Demand: Week In Review
Really, it's sort of a Highlights Reel for the last month. I've been busy.
Funniest Request:
*cough* update your blog *cough*
You know who you are. Here you go.
Favorite Compliment:
"I like your sunglasses. You look like a cross between Benjamin Franklin and Janis Joplin."
Most Stupid Conversation:
Man who wandered through as I was folding tee shirts: "Are you a good folder?"
Moi: "I think I've caught the knack."
Him: "That's good."
Moi: "It's a good skill to fall back on. If my career aspirations don't pan out, I can always get a job at the GAP."
Him: "That's good.
Late Night Conversations:
Five or six million. And a half.
Coherence:
Declining.
Strangest Thing I Ate:
Sweetbreads. Surprisingly tasty, all things considered, especially pan fried and paired with half a bottle of good wine.
Best Thing Eaten:
It was a toss up between the Pseudo-Blue Cheese Steak and the Jack Daniels chicken. I've gone carnivorous. The Pseudo-Blue Cheese steak was pretty fantastic, but I can still taste the chicken.
Times I've Been Tipsy Lately:
Four? Five? Something like that. Much more than ever before. And in good company.
Time Spent Thinking:
Hours upon hours upon hours.
Good It Has Done Me:
Not sure. Probably none. Thinking is definitely overrated.
Conclusions Drawn:
Few, if any.
Most Ridiculous Charge For Parking Ever:
$37.50 FOR FOUR AND A HALF HOURS! I hate downtown LA.
Circular Conversations I Seem To Be Having:
One.
Feelings It Engenders:
Frustration, fear, longing, irritation, confusion, confliction, excitement, profound sadness, anger, empathy, uncertainty, and a certain degree of inevitability.
Escaping Donkeys:
One.
Promised Elephants:
Zero.
Skydivers Spotted:
Four!
Who Landed On Their Feet:
Zero.
Fireworks:
Lots!
Inappropriate Behavior:
Plenty.
Regrets
None particularly.
Acquaintances Made:
Many.
Reacquaintances Made:
Even more. What an odd few years it's been!
Jobs Presently Working:
Two! This is either a step in the right direction or the beginning of disaster.
Job Skills:
Unquantifiable.
Sleep:
In spurts.
In My Own Bed:
Little.
Desire For A Pet:
Growing.
Tolerance For Large, Talking Birds:
Non-existent.
Garden:
Growing!
Fuschia:
Unhappy.
Edits:
Ongoing.
Handwriting:
Getting worse.
Sunburns:
Fading.
Long Lost Objects Found:
One. My hair scarf, so I can stop getting sunburns. I lost it just before I moved, and it turned up at my mother's house this week along with a large dead spider. I wasn't missing the latter.
Weddings Attended:
One. In Philadelphia!
Historical Sites/Artifacts Seen While In Philly:
Two-ish. The Liberty Bell and the house where Thomas Jefferson drafted the declaration of independence. I'm sure I saw more in passing, but I don't know what or when.
Role In Said Wedding:
Bridesmaid/Sedative/Candy Pusher/Adviser/Voice Of Reason/Messenger/Chauffeur.
Ancient Biblical Evils Served:
One, apparently.
Ghoulies Spotted:
One.
Expectations:
Yo-yoing.
Pounds Lost:
55!
Lottery Winnings:
$2.00
Delusions Of Grandeur:
Inevitable.
Nights Walked:
One!
Games Played:
Same one - Mousehunt requires no partner, no physical pieces, no money, and no life. It's perfect!
Challahs Baked:
Eleven.
Hugs Received:
Many. Nowhere near enough.
Enthusiasm:
Waxing/Waning/Waxing/Stagnant.
Life:
Exciting/Tasty/Tiring/Unexpected/Boring/Perplexing/Tantalizing/Bewildering/Blah.
Most Delightful Unexpected Moment:
"I love you. Didn't you know?"
Funniest Request:
*cough* update your blog *cough*
You know who you are. Here you go.
Favorite Compliment:
"I like your sunglasses. You look like a cross between Benjamin Franklin and Janis Joplin."
Most Stupid Conversation:
Man who wandered through as I was folding tee shirts: "Are you a good folder?"
Moi: "I think I've caught the knack."
Him: "That's good."
Moi: "It's a good skill to fall back on. If my career aspirations don't pan out, I can always get a job at the GAP."
Him: "That's good.
Late Night Conversations:
Five or six million. And a half.
Coherence:
Declining.
Strangest Thing I Ate:
Sweetbreads. Surprisingly tasty, all things considered, especially pan fried and paired with half a bottle of good wine.
Best Thing Eaten:
It was a toss up between the Pseudo-Blue Cheese Steak and the Jack Daniels chicken. I've gone carnivorous. The Pseudo-Blue Cheese steak was pretty fantastic, but I can still taste the chicken.
Times I've Been Tipsy Lately:
Four? Five? Something like that. Much more than ever before. And in good company.
Time Spent Thinking:
Hours upon hours upon hours.
Good It Has Done Me:
Not sure. Probably none. Thinking is definitely overrated.
Conclusions Drawn:
Few, if any.
Most Ridiculous Charge For Parking Ever:
$37.50 FOR FOUR AND A HALF HOURS! I hate downtown LA.
Circular Conversations I Seem To Be Having:
One.
Feelings It Engenders:
Frustration, fear, longing, irritation, confusion, confliction, excitement, profound sadness, anger, empathy, uncertainty, and a certain degree of inevitability.
Escaping Donkeys:
One.
Promised Elephants:
Zero.
Skydivers Spotted:
Four!
Who Landed On Their Feet:
Zero.
Fireworks:
Lots!
Inappropriate Behavior:
Plenty.
Regrets
None particularly.
Acquaintances Made:
Many.
Reacquaintances Made:
Even more. What an odd few years it's been!
Jobs Presently Working:
Two! This is either a step in the right direction or the beginning of disaster.
Job Skills:
Unquantifiable.
Sleep:
In spurts.
In My Own Bed:
Little.
Desire For A Pet:
Growing.
Tolerance For Large, Talking Birds:
Non-existent.
Garden:
Growing!
Fuschia:
Unhappy.
Edits:
Ongoing.
Handwriting:
Getting worse.
Sunburns:
Fading.
Long Lost Objects Found:
One. My hair scarf, so I can stop getting sunburns. I lost it just before I moved, and it turned up at my mother's house this week along with a large dead spider. I wasn't missing the latter.
Weddings Attended:
One. In Philadelphia!
Historical Sites/Artifacts Seen While In Philly:
Two-ish. The Liberty Bell and the house where Thomas Jefferson drafted the declaration of independence. I'm sure I saw more in passing, but I don't know what or when.
Role In Said Wedding:
Bridesmaid/Sedative/Candy Pusher/Adviser/Voice Of Reason/Messenger/Chauffeur.
Ancient Biblical Evils Served:
One, apparently.
Ghoulies Spotted:
One.
Expectations:
Yo-yoing.
Pounds Lost:
55!
Lottery Winnings:
$2.00
Delusions Of Grandeur:
Inevitable.
Nights Walked:
One!
Games Played:
Same one - Mousehunt requires no partner, no physical pieces, no money, and no life. It's perfect!
Challahs Baked:
Eleven.
Hugs Received:
Many. Nowhere near enough.
Enthusiasm:
Waxing/Waning/Waxing/Stagnant.
Life:
Exciting/Tasty/Tiring/Unexpected/Boring/Perplexing/Tantalizing/Bewildering/Blah.
Most Delightful Unexpected Moment:
"I love you. Didn't you know?"
Monday, May 31, 2010
Random Passing Thought, Not Recently Expressed
Why do I feel the need to express every random thought that passes through my mind? It's not helpful! And most of the time it's not even true. It's just something to fill the air. Whether it's mutants or motorcycles, must work on this.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Times Wounds All Heels
I admire simplicity. I aim to be a simple person in many ways. I am thwarted by the fact that I am not one. Instead, I aim to be an Isha Tam, a (deliberately) wholesome woman. It seems more within my reach.
I was thinking about Geneivat Da'at (theft of the mind) recently. I learned about it almost five years ago, and it struck a chord with me. It's something I try to be careful about, not stealing a good opinion, or anything else. Sometimes that means I confess to things I probably shouldn't, in order not to deceive people by withholding pertinent information or by telling lies (that always seemed pointless, anyway). A lot of times, people don't appreciate it. Most people seem to like being lied to if it makes their world a prettier place. At any rate, it's been on my mind along with a hundred other things.
And then someone told me that when you are late, you are stealing time. Oh dear. I am so careful about everything else, but time and I have never been friends. I've been working on it, and am much improved, but it still crops up. Now I have a secondary worry every time I'm late for something. Not only am I running late, but I'm stealing. An ethical quandary is a pretty compelling reason to set two alarms.
I was thinking about Geneivat Da'at (theft of the mind) recently. I learned about it almost five years ago, and it struck a chord with me. It's something I try to be careful about, not stealing a good opinion, or anything else. Sometimes that means I confess to things I probably shouldn't, in order not to deceive people by withholding pertinent information or by telling lies (that always seemed pointless, anyway). A lot of times, people don't appreciate it. Most people seem to like being lied to if it makes their world a prettier place. At any rate, it's been on my mind along with a hundred other things.
And then someone told me that when you are late, you are stealing time. Oh dear. I am so careful about everything else, but time and I have never been friends. I've been working on it, and am much improved, but it still crops up. Now I have a secondary worry every time I'm late for something. Not only am I running late, but I'm stealing. An ethical quandary is a pretty compelling reason to set two alarms.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
I do not remember what day it is. It began around six fifty this morning and has only just ended. Sunday began at seven and didn't end until two (though it was largely a pleasant, interesting, and surprisingly relaxing day (no work!). Tomorrow is a four job day (how did I get suckered into that one? That just feels wrong, like a four alarm fire), and looks to be about the same. Thursday's hours will be the same, though at least the morning should be pleasantly work free (only two jobs, though one's to midnight out in Brentwood). And then Shabbos!
I so, so, so look forward to Shabbos these days. A day without phones, without work, without worry. A day to catch up on my reading (I've given up on my library card at present. I'll never make it through those books. Focusing on reading through the handful of sources I've got at my disposal, hoping for illumination. There's never enough time for those either, mostly just hoping to make a dent in them before the week turns and I find myself further behind. One page at a time...).
Not sure where I was.
Goodnight.
I so, so, so look forward to Shabbos these days. A day without phones, without work, without worry. A day to catch up on my reading (I've given up on my library card at present. I'll never make it through those books. Focusing on reading through the handful of sources I've got at my disposal, hoping for illumination. There's never enough time for those either, mostly just hoping to make a dent in them before the week turns and I find myself further behind. One page at a time...).
Not sure where I was.
Goodnight.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
A Good Morning
Three hours, fifteen pages. I'm going to call that a roll.
Vacillating between four and five jobs this week (not sure why it's never a steady number), trying to finish a commission, to learn a little, even took to the hills last night for the first time in about two weeks (I've been flatlanding it lately, mostly walking to the other side of town and to and from the hospital). It's a wonder I work on my dreams at all anymore. However! This is real, and not much of the rest of my life is (or feels like it is). It's worth reaching for.
Except when it's past one and I can feel dawn gritting between my teeth and the week stretches ahead with nary a spare hour and all I want to do is sleep or pack my bags and set off for spaces unknown where perhaps sleep is more accessible. A bed and breakfast in Nepal perhaps.
Vacillating between four and five jobs this week (not sure why it's never a steady number), trying to finish a commission, to learn a little, even took to the hills last night for the first time in about two weeks (I've been flatlanding it lately, mostly walking to the other side of town and to and from the hospital). It's a wonder I work on my dreams at all anymore. However! This is real, and not much of the rest of my life is (or feels like it is). It's worth reaching for.
Except when it's past one and I can feel dawn gritting between my teeth and the week stretches ahead with nary a spare hour and all I want to do is sleep or pack my bags and set off for spaces unknown where perhaps sleep is more accessible. A bed and breakfast in Nepal perhaps.
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