BU-BU-BU-BUBBLIN’
Food For Thought: The Case For Impeachment (thanks to ravengirl for the link)
10
Mar
2006
Yearly Archive: 2006
09
Mar
2006
CAN YOU TELL I WORKED UNTIL 8 PM TONIGHT?
I’ve never been on a runaway train, but I think I know what it feels like. It’s exciting and frightening at the same time. Or maybe it’s just exciting! Until the big smash at the end. Or maybe it’s just terrifying and there’s nothing exciting about it. Actually, I don’t think a runaway train is really the metaphor I’m looking for here. Things I nearly always skip on other people’s journals: memes, dreams, tv program reprises, and apologies about how busy people are and how they don’t have time to update and don’t know when they’ll be posting, etc. Post...
08
Mar
2006
CONTENT? WHAT IS THIS CONTENT YOU SPEAK OF?
Work has me by the neck and is shaking me hard, every day. Shake-a, shake-a shake-shake! go the sounds of each day, as my brain starts rattling between my ears. I put my hands over them sometimes to keep my brain from falling out, but then people walk by my office and wonder what the heck I am doing, and I grimace and put my hands back on the keyboard where they belong. Couldn’t Have Said it Better Myself: “I do not see how I will ever in my life get back on top of…my life. My life is currently...
06
Mar
2006
HOLD STILL!
Right now, right this minute, I do not wish for a happy future for my children. I don’t want them to grow up and older and move away and marry and have children of their own and live happy lives far into a future where I no longer exist. No. Don’t move, I think. Don’t grow…stay right where you are. Right now, right this minute, I am indulging in the most selfish selfishness possible: I want to stop time from fleeting and KEEP them as they are RIGHT now. What was I talking about yesterday? The beauty of the ephemeral?...
05
Mar
2006
FLEETING & EPHEMERAL
Often, I find, there is more beauty in the things that are fleeting than the things that have substance and staying power. That certain things end and return, end and return, is always a source of awe and amazement. The wheel of seasons, the crisp outline of sun on snow, the fragile tissue-thin pattern of a lacewing’s wing, the blaze of glory in a winter sunset sky, the new green of spring buds, the glad flash of color before the fall. Every season breathes a renewed sense of circularity through me, I breathe it in and let it out again,
03
Mar
2006
IN MY DEFENSE, THEY WERE SMALL AND MONKEY-LIKE
Cold and blowy, snowy, white and wintery. Everyone is bitching about the weather as if the entrance into March was the entrance into Spring. But Spring is still at the end of the road. The vernal equinox is weeks away. March comes in like a LION, not like a lamb, no matter how pleadful and yearny and sick of February we are. February, that 2-bit floozy that overstayed her welcome, when we didn’t really welcome her in the first place. March gives us the cold shoulder at first. She’s aloof, her face is turned away…she has to warm up to...
02
Mar
2006
THROW ME A BONE, I REALLY *AM* TIRED
I am so tired that it was all I could do not to crash when I got home, after finally leaving the office at 5 p.m. I propped my eyelids up with sheer willpower (which feels amazingly like bamboo spikes in this case) and did the necessary evening chores and routines to bring me to the closer side of bedtime. I FINALLY got my butt in gear and made 2 appointments I’ve been not managing to get around to for MONTHS. 2 down, 2 to go. My art table has been appropriated for a model motorcyle-building extravaganza so no finishing...
28
Feb
2006
PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN
Yesterday, a once-upon-a-time-good-friend cancelled a dinner date with me for the second time in 2 months. This is not the same person that upset me with the cancelling just a little while ago, but it is one more in the series of events that have added to the soul-searching, and self-evaluation I seem to be in the middle of. I don’t have the time or energy to continue making the effort any more with that particular person. If she tries to reschedule again, I think I will just say no. And if she asks me why, I will try very...
26
Feb
2006
BIG BLUE
Where IS everybody? *knock knock* Is this thing on?? Was the sky the same blue over there by you as it was over me today? Because it was BLUE. It was bluer than blue. It was the perfect shade of total and endless blue, cloud-free, sun-shiney blue, the kind of blue you wish for every day, the blue of my husband’s eyes, yes, that blue. Electric bluegaloo. Coo coo cachoo! Ka-blue-y! An overhead explosion that removed the clouds, the jetstreams, the birds, the cirrus wisps and cleared the sky for miles around, Ka-blue–mm! It was like that ALL DAY. Martin...
25
Feb
2006
DON’T COUNT THE DAYS, MAKE THE DAYS COUNT
I dream weird dreams about babies sliding across floors and down highways, waking only when Anders comes in to tell me he’s leaving for hockey practice, and then the speedy sliding babies are gone. The kids are chattering in the kitchen, they are very loud, but I fall back asleep. No dreams this time, and when I awake again I feel drugged and logy. Stagger up and out of bed, to stand disoriented for a few moments. The sun is indecisive; he might show, he might not. Despite the lateness of the hour, the aquarium is still dark; the fish...