Geez. This has been the first time in ages I've been in town and not checking the intarweb daily. Been running and running at break-neck speed, with no sign of stopping to breathe soon. Worked almost every day and night this week. Maybe Wednesday night will include breathing time... This is my month of being a full blown, crazy workaholic. Then focals.
It's kinda surreal... Read More
It sucks. We can't forget to take it easy and enjoy life. This summer I'm going on a roadtrip. Where and for how long I have no idea but I'll need to just get away from "obligations" for awhile. Don't work too hard.
Not so much on the previous request yet, but on the request of doing something new at work...the universe has responded in abundance. I have something like 5 writing opportunities that all need to be done this month, from abstracts to rewriting a chapter in a book. Eek. Looks like I'm gonna be buckling down, then! Also aiming to get sent to Vienna and London,... Read More
I'm officially tired of watching my friends have shitty times with their relationships. I hereby order the universe to start giving everybody heaps and heaps of happiness and love and ease.
It works that way, right? I say "jump" and the universe says "how high?"
Send some happiness my way OK?
My poisons are the usual bullshit-perscription drugs that make cookoo, alcohol that makes me wretch, bad food that makes me guilty. I'm cleaning up my act and starting new. It sounds silly but I"m serious. I will not be another man that reinforces all the typical stereotypes of the male gender. I will break free.
Except I'm still going to be as stubborn as they come.
It actually does work that way, you know.
It's like that Chris Rock routine where he's talking about how a woman will do anything you want if you say that shit right. Except put in a badly dubbed "the universe" wherever he says "woman", and it's kind of like that.
I'm having the weirdest time trying to readjust to this time-zone. Every morning I've had this dream where I've had to force myself awake to avert some horrible disaster or something. Fucking annoying. Add to this I'm fighting like hell to avoid some cold, and all this rain is suddenly depressing the shit out of me. Woo!! Happily my next trip will be to the... Read More
Don't be so shocked that momo's can track people down... there are a surprisingly large number of mormons in the CIA/FBI, and there are even some former three letter acronym employees who've been hired by the church to keep tabs on wayward/"missing" souls.
The first thing we did upon landing was to find a spot to stay at, at one of the more populated areas. Not already having a hotel, that was exciting, and it worked out well. Then we wandered around and marveled at the smells and the unbelievable percentage of non-Thai-food restaurants and ...uh, not exactly Engrish... Read More
I've heard about the "massages" they have over there...
And paracetamol just doesn't cut it for sore muscles... ibuprofen! I was shocked to find when I first started living in Melbourne that ibuprofen is by prescription only. So I had my darling mother send me a giant bottle from costco in the states. It didn't run out until the last week I was living there.
Remind me to become a masseur in Thailand so I get to perform chest massages without first buying someone dinner...
1) Indian babies in particular seem to use shrieks and cries to express every possible emotion. "Oh, that was a happy shriek. And a concerned cry... and a conversational shriek, and then a cry... and now he's just really pissed off."
2) The ocean has things living in it, and it moves. Which creeped my... Read More
I now own shorts for the first time in probably 10 years. Wacky. Apparently yoga has me in good enough shape that I no longer look like a chubby-kneed kid in them. Yeah, cause people are looking at me going "Hmm, she's cute, but...those knees, geez, put 'em away!!"
So tell me, what's the most inane flaw you focus on, on yourself?
Probably the extra 10 or 15 pounds around my mid-section. But if I ever lose it, I'm going to have to get a whole bunch of new pants, so I don't really want to. I'm not overly proud of my pale skin. I'm happy with it for myself, but don't usually force it upon other people.
This time of year reminds me of what it was like being a florist. There were two things that always amused me:
1) Guys who had been trained "red roses for valentine's day" - they always turned a few shades of pale when you asked them "would you like baby's breath"? TOO MANY QUESTIONS!!
2) People who got grumpy about the prices, saying we hiked... Read More
I pretty much despise Valentine's Day. Like I need my feeling for someone legislated into a calendar by a bunch of fuckwits trying to sell greeting cards...
I say: give often and without warning. It's so much more fun that way.
This is my month of being a full blown, crazy workaholic. Then focals. 
