Author: lizardek

12
Jul
2007

POCKET, MEET BURNING HOLE

What in the hell is the matter with me and damn writer’s block? It’s not like I have anything earthshattering to say. Welcome to the journal of the notorious Fitzandstarts! I’ve been editing last year’s journal entries (the 3 previous years are long-done and getting impatient) and geez louise, I posted something nearly every day! What energy! Where did my energy go? *looks suspiciously under the desk* A colleague at work the other day told me she didn’t understand a friend of hers who didn’t like to go anywhere or do anything on vacation, and then was shocked when I...

09
Jul
2007

GIVING BACK TO THE ENVIRONMENT

Everything’s got to be interesting, thought-provoking, intellectually stimulating. It’s got to move you, make you think, or laugh, or cry. It’s not enough to simply rub the shimmery powdered scales of daily doings from the butterfly’s wings of your life and smear it sparkling across your screen, it has to MEAN SOMETHING. So, when you’re in a nightmoth mode, drab and brown and camouflaged, where do you find that glimmer of beauty and how do you light up your words? What do you care if no one is reading as long your own look back over your shoulder causes the...

08
Jul
2007

ADJUSTING MY SAILS

Maybe all I needed to blow some of this mood away was a really stiff breeze. The sky finally began to clear this evening from the smothering low cloud cover we’ve been suffocating and washing away under all week. We drove into town and had sushi for dinner and windowshopped a bit (found a chandelier for the dining room, which I’ll go back and buy this week!) and then decided to drive down to the western harbor and see if we could find any ice cream. The wind was whipping the waves to a frenzy; they crashed and sprayed against...

04
Jul
2007

NOT AN EXCUSE, JUST A STATUS REPORT

3 solid days of meetings which included evening activities, unsettling re-org news and much wasted time. 4 hours of sleep last night thanks to the fly party that started at 4 a.m. 1 pile of dead flies. Headache, fever and achey-ness today. No desire for writing anything, at all. *** Aside: Christina, I’ve not forgotten, I swear. You’ll have it tomorrow. I’ve read it and am thinking through my feedback. 🙂 Many Many Belated Birthday Ones to totte and jax_in_sweden and Firecrackery Splosion Birthday Wishes to shazzerlive!

30
Jun
2007

OH SAY CAN YOU SEE

Here in Sweden, next Wednesday is just another work day. The majority of people with whom I spend my time every day don’t know or care that the 4th of July has any special meaning. Considering that the Swedish national day is a latecomer and had nothing to do with winning independence from anyone, it’s not really surprising that national feeling doesn’t run particularly deep for a patriotic holiday. In fact, there are other countries nearby who actually celebrate THEIR national holidays on the day they gained independence from SWEDEN. I don’t know how it is for the rest of...

28
Jun
2007

SUPER STUPID, PLUS AN ANNOUNCEMENT

I have a superpower!! If you could choose a super power, what would you choose? Would you want to be invisible or able to fly or able to read minds? I think being able to fly would be really great. Or being able to instantly transport myself anywhere (or anywhen!) I wanted. THAT would be cool. Maybe super strength is your thing, or x-ray vision. Or turning things to gold, though that can get you into trouble as one Midas discovered a very long time ago. In The Incredibles, the whole family has super powers. The dad is super strong,...

26
Jun
2007

DOWN IN THE MOUTH

I’m not sure where it came from originally…some John Hughes pre-brat pack movie possibly, like Pretty in Pink, but do you know that totally teenager response to something someone says that starts like this only in a really sarcastic tone with a slight head-tilt/shake and an roll of the eyes thrown in for good measure?: Hell-o It looks pretty innocuous there in black and white type on the computer screen, doesn’t? Hello. 2 short syllables. Only in this context it’s no greeting, but a smart alecky wake-up jolt designed to denigrate the recipient’s intelligence and call their ancestry into question,...

25
Jun
2007

THE TEDIOUS SHORES OF LETHE

There is no lack of things I could be doing, and yet projects are sitting unfinished on the desk, on the art table, in the house, lurking in closets, and in the garden. I am not really procrastinating since none of these projects are urgent or, really, necessary, but if lethargy were currency, I’d be the richest woman in the world, baby! As it is, I seem to just be the most unmotivated one. I don’t feel particularly like recording or editing music, or editing journal books or working in my OH SO NEGLECTED collage book or even writing here...

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