The proportion really is tough

So says Michael Kors to the seemingly dejected designer ... but proportion, well it really is tough. It comes in so many shapes and sizes , it can be one thing today and something completely different tomorrow ...

Sometimes I wonder what would happen if everyone were made to be the same, if proportion were no longer an issue. If suddenly we could dissect our world and parse it out into neat little tidy packages. What would we have then? I feel like we're heading that way, homogenizing and marginalizing with reckless abandon. Natural selection is hard at work, to keep variety in the population, but we, we are swimming upstream towards something that is so alike the thing next to it they are indistinguishable. Is it because in order to be considered 'put together' your proportion has to be just right ...

Where have we hidden our individuality?

Owwwww, my head hurts

my head hurts today. it i think, hope it is just my sinuses acting up, but i think it might be stress induced ....

you see, i'm stressed, not something i am unaccustomed to mind you, but not something i like in the least. there's all this talk about stress - good stress - eustress ... bollocks i say. all stress is inherently bad in some way. it makes you feel bad, tired, achey, cranky ... you get upset easily and that's just not good.

of course i could just be hungry ....

Where have I been?

Mary: Well that's a very good question Mr. Indiscriminant reader, let me tell you.
Mr. Indiscriminant Reader (further to be called MIR): Ooohhh, goody, I can't wait!
Mary: I've been to Europe and Florida. The topish of a mountain and around the block. Hither and tither to more music shows than I can count. Exploring by bike and boat.
MIR: ~practically dead air and oozing boredom
Mary: Let's see, then I went to ...
MIR: ~possibly snoozing, possibly looking at the horizon, possibly completely ignoring M
~break~
MIR: Why aren't we just so high on our horse, international travel, music, mountains, bikes ..
Mary: Hey, you asked!
MIR: Humph, not like I really cared .....


Why does it sometimes feel like that. People ask you a question, you expect that they want an answer, but really they are filling dead air. No response required. You could blather on about the economy of Burundi with just as much interest as if you actually answered their question.

Lately I've been coming into contact with this very attitude .... wonder what's been dropped in the water out here?

Deplorable

That's the only word that comes to mind when I look at my spelling these days. You'd be hardpressed to believe that 1) I actually went to college and 2) I got a minor in English!

I've been redding up my desk for the last few days. Out with the old in with the new and have repeatedly come across drafts of manuscripts and what-not that look like a 6 year old was the primary author ... what does this mean? Maybe I'm getting less smart or something ...

Laundry day

It's laundry day, a day I both love and loath ... especially since I made a realization recently about the status of my laundry basket and the status of my emotional health. Whenever I get to the 'I'm wearing the last pair of clean pants I own' stage - something's up.

Case in point, today I got up and went searching around the many piles of clothes that live on my floor in various stages of cleanliness ... you've got the totally clean pile, the slighty clean pile (by slightly clean I mean that most of the grease smudges are in inconspicuous places and therfore I can get away with one more go) and the not so clean pile - aka totally covered in bike grease and grime. So there I am, kicking piles around and it dawns on me - nothing, except the new jeans I just acquired in a clothing swap with friends the night before are clean ... crap .... and then it hits me, not only are my clothes all soiled but so is my disposition ... and the sun's jsut come back to us! Would a trip around the lake fix me up? An iced americano? Maybe some cookies ....

Everbody's doing it ...

It seems like everyone I know these days blogs, reads blogs, has a blog they want you to read ... personally I'm still attached to my journals ... all of them ... but in this age of instant gratification and since I probably never will have time to organize those journals into any semblance of an order worthy of personal memoir I offer up the following posts for cyberspace's approval. I probably won't be interesting and if you're looking for juicy tidbits and secret stories you probably won't find much of those either ... but! if you get as bored as I do during the hours of 9am and 5pm when most of us should be doing something other than writing blogs, reading blogs and suggesting to others what blogs they should be reading than you just might find this fun ...