...And We're Back

It's amazing what a drive with the top down on a warm sunny summer day can do to lift the spirits. Feeling a sense of gratefulness returning. Now that I got all of that yuckiness out of my system, I'm feeling much better, much more me, much more capable to handle the sense of - out of sorts - everything has today. Sort of like a real-life Waking Life experience. Everything looks the same as it always does, but is somehow different. I'm out of place among my familiar surroundings today. In PIHKAL, Shulgin discusses a fugue experience he has occasionally, and that comes to mind but doesn't quite explain the feeling. It's as if all of my life until now has been a dream, and for the first time my life is real. I've had clarity before, but now my eyes are truly open. Rather, not my eyes, but all of my senses - I've reached a milestone in my perception of the world today, and while it was difficult to handle at first, and my initial openness to it was limited, weed + acceptance + outside + tunes = :)

Marriage is a fucking lie, and other disappointments

For an idealist, I am losing a lot of faith in ideals lately. I still believe in love, but question its motives. I want to read a book that's called "How to Build a New & Better Relationship After Your Last One Failed Miserably and Went Down in Flames." Or maybe one called "How to Stop Being an Emotional Idiot."

To continue my recent reflections on marriage (and to continue examining the lie that is), I share this thought:

"I'm telling you now, and I don't know what I have to do to get it through that fuckin' head of yours, but the marriage thing is broken and sucks to begin with. It's almost like there's a fucking taxi that is busted with fucking steam coming out of the fucking engine and you're upset that you can't get in the backseat of it and go to Albuquerque. It ain't going there, its not happening. If you were fucking smart - and I'm not saying you, because you refuse to fuckin' say who you are; but these people in the fuckin parade - if they were smart, they would look for something Better than marriage. I cant sit around and support people who are so fucking stupid, they want to get on a broken fucking train. It's insane." -Ron Bennington, the Ron & Fez Show, 6/29/09

I usually love July, my favorite month in my favorite season, gives me cause to celebrate life. This year, it is instead bringing my loss into clearer focus. Reflecting on the beginning of my 28th year, I feel a little lost, uncertain, rejected, old. At the same time, also at my best yet, better than ever, best shape of my life or close to it, closer everyday to the ideal me. Yet, a little hollow, a little empty. But then again - that's just today. I think its this: expectations + weed + my perspective + migraine = :(

My perspective is poisoned today... I usually like to bring a ray of sunlight to my readers. The sunshine will be back soon. For a first post since the long winter, it could be worse. Much worse. But this is life - one person close to me recently married his soulmate; another close friend's marriage is facing a turning point. My reflections on and questions about marriage are timely, and relevant. Doors open, doors close, and we each have the freedom to choose how we will react to the change. Today, I'm choosing to take it badly. Well, maybe just a little too seriously. I say, for neither the first or last time, Lighten Up!

In an effort to do just that, lets think about this a moment. My inner buddha says that by focusing on how this year is different from last, I am focusing on what I have lost. He also says, that by focusing on how I would want things to be, instead of accepting how they actually are, I am causing myself suffering. Really, is it all so bad, Jen? No, absolutely not. I have the freedom to create a better situation, the freedom to create something as amazing as I can imagine. I have my whole life ahead of me, my birthday ahead of me, and the freedom to celebrate it without dead weight holding my mood down. Where am I getting the idea that this birthday would be better if he had stayed? I'm just grasping, holding on, when I should be relaxing, releasing, and letting go. Accept change instead of resisting it. Looking forward, moving on, attempt to create a better kind of relationship than before.

An item of interest, I like this gal's attitude! :) Becoming one of my favorite blogs:

http://wickedwitchoftheweb.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-ipod-no-job-no-boyfriend-no-problem.html

First Day of Spring

A beautiful and appropriate first day of spring, gray and snowing. Appropriate, because there is a little snow in my heart today, although I'm impatient for spring. New beginnings, end of winter, new life out of death. I haven't been able to get warm in months, life is a much colder place without the warmth of our love. I'm ready for the thaw. I'm ready to feel something for someone new. I'm ready - and yet not quite. The snow reminds me not to rush it, not to hold myself to impossible timetables, not to be too hard on myself if I imagined that I would be beyond this loss by now, or by April. The snow today reminds me to be where I am, acknowledge and accept how far I've come and how much further I have to go, to be strong in the knowledge of where I am today. Clearly I'm not as ready for the springtime of my heart as I would like to believe, but I'm closer everyday. I'm ready for new life, new love. I'm ready to be alone. I'm ready to not be alone. Amidst the cold, hard, frozen winter ground is new growth, waiting to spring unbounded from the frozen earth.

Listening to Kings of Leon "Use Somebody" over and over again on my acquired ipod shuffle. I finally joined the ranks of the ipod carriers, I've held out against this development for a long time. I've always considered myself a microsoft kind of person, loyal to a fault. Apple has better marketing, and its targeted right at me. My image of the company is changing. I am now willing to carry an ipod.

Its good to keep changing, changing with the seasons of life, the triumphs and the defeats. I have suffered a major defeat but I am not defeated. I don't know the meaning of the word, I'm riding this wave to the end and I'm not letting it put me under.

"We pay just as dearly for our triumphs as we do for our defeats." - Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues

Up in the Air

Everything is, at all times, completely up in the air. Everything can change in a moment. What we perceive as stability is an illusion. Strive for balance, to weather the stormy seas of change. Seek high ground.

"I'm praying for rain,
I'm praying for tidal waves
I want to see the ground give way
I want to watch it all go down...
Learn to swim
I'll see you down in Arizona bay."
-Tool

My own worst enemy

Found this post from September, thought for sure it had been posted but I guess not... it fits with the theme so I record it here, for posterity.


Deep down inside of me is a little girl who always dreamed of being married to the knight in shining armor. Above all of that are layers upon layers of other things - a resistance to authority and the church, a dislike of the status quo, a desire to base a relationship on something else, something other, something that most other people don't. Layers of reasons why I never wanted to get married before now.

So a desire to get married, a desire to join the ranks of the unhappy sexless married couples, who stay together because the state and the church are involved in their union, who stay together because of all of the people who brought expensive gifts to their expensive day; a desire to get married amidst all of my deeper fears of divorce and an emotionless union comes as a big shock to me, and my male counterpart who, unsurprisingly, is very resistant to my urge to be married.

But maybe it is just the arrival of the victory of consumerism in my life. I have been sold the idea of marriage, and anything else seems like - less. Like just because the love of my life doesn't want to get married, after all of the good times we've had and the good times to come, like it means he doesn't want to be with me. But really, I know he does, and I share many of his negative feelings about marriage.

My perspective has changed. I'm facing 30, and I have recently been reflecting on the failed relationship before my current, all the failed relationships before then. But marriage doesn't make a relationship successful - marriage just legitimizes it in the eye of religion, in the eye of the government, in the eyes of our grandparents.

If we don't get married - have we failed? Or have we won - won our independence from societal norms, freedom from being trapped in a failed marriage, the freedom to choose to stay together every day, the freedom to choose someting else if it comes to that. Our relationship transcends the normal boundaries of life and love, this is all an issue of perception - it is possible for us to have more than our married friends.

How do I fight the consumer within? The consumer inside of me that wants my own day, a beautiful ring, a little red dress and a man at the altar who has eyes only for me. The consumer inside of me wants a wedding, however unconventional my values. But it is possible that the relationship I'm in may shrivel and die within the bounds of a marriage.

I hear him say, about an 'unrelated' situation, "There are lots of people out there to marry, if that's what she wants." I have wanted something unconventional since we've been together. I like to play around with the definitions of relationships, with gender and sexual boundaries, to experience more, to make something new and unique. My relationship has been a work of art, a work in progess. If I want something mundane, something everyday, something within the confines of the church, I could have that with any 9 people out of 10 that I pass on the sidewalk.

I can't let the marriage business sell me less. I keep thinking that I don't want to 'sell myself short.' I keep thinking about free milk and all of the other stupid cliches. I think about our married friends, our engaged friends, our friends who will probably be in the ranks of one of those two classifications within the next five years. I keep thinking how special our relationship was to me in the beginning, how superior I thought it was to all others; as these other relationships 'surpass' ours in terms of severity of commitment, it's all too easy to think I want the same things as them. But do I really? Half of these marriages will end in divorce, something I will never want.

I guess I just want some guarantee that I won't be left in the cold with a flame for someone that has lost interest with me. The same old fears that I've always carried around. The same old fears that would follow me into a marriage. I suppose it isn't the worst thing in the world, to be in a relationship with someone who is true to me and thinks of me as his mistress -- I can have my cake and eat it too, while my married friends have babies and get fat. My problem here is a perceptional problem, my problem here is about insecurity and the wrong point of view. My problem here is a society that has at the center of everything Love, with an archaic formula for acting upon that love. If I choose something different, I can still honor the love that my relationship is built on.

This post is a work in progess - just like my life, just like my love, just like all things. Marriage is an attempt to grasp something, something that you can never really get a hold of. I am grasping, and I see that now. I have been recognizing this grasping in my life for some time, and I must remind myself of the Buddhist Noble Truth regarding non-grasping. Grasping is the cause of suffering.

"Why do you try to hold on to what you'll never get a hold of,
You wouldn't try to put the ocean in a paper cup." - Ani

Until the next crisis of faith.

Skydiving Adventure

It fell to me to take pictures of this year's birthday skydiving adventure. I jumped a few years ago, and the experience satisfied me. I enjoyed shooting the pictures and seeing everyone's excited and nervous faces. I recognized the instructor that did my tandem jump, I'm glad to see he's still around living the lifestyle. He helped to make the experience very memorable for me.

Yesterday the sky was clear, the temperature comfortable. A perfect day to jump out of a plane.

Thoughts on Tom Robbins

Just finished reading Jitterbug Perfume and I keep coming back to many of its ideas; the book has gotten inside of my head, inside of my life. I have weird synchronicity when I read Tom Robbins books, very mysterious. Perhaps it is his writing style, or perhaps it is just the right time for me to be reading his stuff. Either way, I thoroughly enjoyed it, and ultimately I love his message: to celebrate and enjoy life and aspire to be whatever you will, without limitations. To be yourself and 'lighten up!'

"The highest function of love is that it makes the loved one a unique and irreplaceable being. Still, lovers quarrel. Frequently, they quarrel simply to recharge the air between them, to sharpen the aliveness of their relationship. To precipitate such a quarrel, the sweaty kimono of sexual jealousy is usually dragged out of the hamper, although almost any excuse will do. Only rarely is the spat rooted in the beet-deep soil of serious issue, but when it is, a special sadness attends it, for the mind is slower to heal than the heart, and such quarrels can doom a union, even one that has prospered for a very long time." -p. 146

End of July Thoughts

I read Life of Pi a few months ago, and I find myself still thinking and reflecting on the story. The main character is a 15-year-old Indian boy, and his family was sailing from India to America with their zoo animals, when the boat sank and only the boy and a few animals survived the shipwreck. This fell out of a notebook a few minutes ago.

"The volume of things was confounding -- the volume of air above me, the volume of water around and beneath me. I was half-moved, half-terrified. I felt like the sage Markandeya, who fell out of Vishnu's mouth while Vishnu was sleeping and so beheld the entire universe, everything that there is. Before the sage could die of fright, Vishnu awoke and took him back into his mouth. For the first time I noticed -- as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next -- that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting. I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still. My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized. And I could accept this. It was all right. (It was daylight that brought my protest: 'No! No! No! My suffering does matter, I want to live! I can't help but mix my life with that of the universe. Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness -- how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view I have of things? This peephole is all I've got!')"

Let this be a lesson to all of us. To do our suffering well, and enjoy life completely and as it is. That is my goal for today.

Celebrate Your Inner Bitch

Having some problems keeping my inner bitch in check lately. One example that keeps coming to mind is a comment I made to one of my roommates, whom I may have recently decided to ignore due to some clashing between us, and some inconsiderate remarks that he made to me. Basically, I decided to take my frustration and unleash the inner bitch on him, because he hurt my feelings. The night he was leaving for vacation, he was trying to thank me in advance for watching his dog by presenting a bottle of wine to me, although he didn't say so at first and I didn't understand at first that it was for me. He asked if I like white wine, and I looked at the bottle and said, "I do, but usually I get the Late Harvest Reisling." He was presenting to me a bottle of Hogue Reisling, and usually I do get the Late Harvest because it's a little sweeter and reminds me of the Firestone Reisling that I tasted on our wine tour of California. Anyway, almost as soon as I said what I said, I realized that it was a gift for me, not just a bottle of wine that he was offering to share with me, or whatever I may have thought. I felt so bad, and I thanked him a bunch of times after I realized this, but the damage was done and the inner bitch had spoken.

Anyway, my point is this: the conflict with my inner bitch comes from my experiences with rage and aggression in my childhood, followed by my ignoring of anger of any kind as an adolescent, followed by my re-introduction to healthy expression of anger as a young adult, and my recent re-introduction to my inner bitch, who seems stronger and more capable than ever before. I let the inner bitch have free reign when I'm in a bad mood, or in a place that I hate like my soon-to-be ex-job. My inner bitch is my shield from the stupidity and stress that runs through the place like a hot desert wind, and allows me to sit on the sidelines and keep a sense of humor about it all.

I think it's important to be a bitch sometimes. The bitch can help establish and maintain healthy personal boundaries. It can be a great vent for frustration and anger. My intention now is to try to aim the bitch as people who deserve it, and to remember my compassion for those close to me. To be sure, there are people out there that deserve the bitch. Aim at them.

Gorgeous Summer Days

How can I post more often when the weather is so unbelievably wonderful for Pennsylvania for this time of the year? Yesterday was the official first day of summer, and the summer solstice, the longest days of the year. And here I am, catching up on the Ron & Fez listening threads, trying the check out the Opie & Anthony animation fest animations, with plans to retire to the cool basement and watch some movies. What a life.

Two more weeks until I start training for my job working with mentally ill adults... I'm 2 parts nervous, 3 parts excited, and 1 part open to new experiences. I'm looking forward to the challenge, and to broadening my horizons, and the chance to interact with people with mental diseases and defects that I've only learned about in books. I find the diseases and symptoms so fascinating, and yet I'm nervous about seeing them in effect in real life.

Read some Tom Robbins, thinking about consciousness, reading Great Expectations (still!) and Altered States of Consciousness (so terribly fascinating, happy to be keeping up on technical psychological language). Received another copy of The Fountainhead as a gift, usually I would take that as a sign to re-read a book, but I'm just not up for that one again so soon. We The Living has been staring me down from the bookshelf, but I am reading very slowly these days and committing very little time to reading. Perhaps I should skip the movies and sit in the sun to finish GE today... and yet perhaps not.

GREAT documentary on They Might Be Giants, I happened across it on demand - I think it is called "Might Be Giants" - highly recommended for the They Might Be Giants fans out there. Listening to the songs is half the fun! (Learning about John & John is the other half)

Is It May Already?

Time is flying these days, faster than usual it seems. I find myself a little restless, with a surprising day of freedom. I am on vacation for the weekend, away from the city life, with dogs and green everywhere I can see. The beauty of the spring in Flagstaff is a different sort of allure than Pennsylvania in the spring, but PA is so green, green everywhere. Reflecting on Pennsylvania - 'Penn's Woods' - lately, the peaceful quakers like William Penn that settled here and called this place home. Reflecting about this place as where my people are from, about how where I'm living now is also where my mother grew up, not far from where my father lived once. I appreciate the area in a whole new way, which is quite unexpected.

I do not, however, appreciate the city in a new way. I an thankful to be out of it when I am. Being among so many people, competing just for my own space in the world among so many that will trample you to be one space ahead... it's a demoralizing way to live, like a rat in a maze, like relinquishing our free will for a dollar. A dollar that is worth less and less.

It's so relaxing here, in this area that I know as home but feel less and less at home as time passes... I feel more displaced the longer I am here. My mother sold the home where I grew up, and I feel uprooted and a little lost. Thoughts of returning to Flagstaff come up often, but I'd just as soon move on to somewhere new and beautiful and unique.

Quote of the Day
"True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment."
– William Penn

Too Long Away

If I haven't been blogging much lately, it's not for lack of writing. I blame internet problems, my full-time job, and general life events. I have been listening to massive amounts of Opie & Anthony lately, which helps the time pass at the job, of which I need to say no more than - it's redundant, but requires nothing of my mind so I'm free to listen and think my thoughts. I have been thinking a lot of thoughts. I'm surprised to say that my develpmental psych professor was right, I miss school, and I'd like to get another degree. I would like a degree in - well, too many things to mention or list, which is part of the problem. Another part of the problem is the GRE and my lack of motivation to study. I did dig out my GRE book. I did not open it. Part of the problem. But I think of studying philosophy and english, and I think of getting an advanced degree in psychology, but it's so hard to narrow down.

I've been reading Life of Pi, a really great novel. I did not get far into Help Wanted, Desperately, which was written by a UPenn person but found that I was NOT in the mood for a beach book and had to put it down. That doesn't happen to me very often. It made me realize that if I ever put together enough words to write a book, I don't ever want to write a fluff book for the beach. I would definitely have to handle more serious, heavier subject matter. But my fear is - yes, writing a beach book.

I've been grappling with my writing demons but the desire to write always comes out on top. Reading a book of Ayn Rand's Q & A, and a line I can't stop thinking about. When asked how to translate the desire to write into the will to write, Ms. Rand answered, "Try Hard."

The Q & A book is really interesting, I read through it last night and although I didn't understand all of the questions regarding politics and the economy, I liked her style. I like how she stands by her philosophy no matter where the conclusions lead. She stands firm, and stands firmly against the loss of personal freedoms. Her answers have given me much to think.

And I have been, and I do. With the election coming up, I wish Hunter Thompson were here, I wish Ayn Rand were here, I'd love to hear what they would have to say. I listen, I search, I am seeking what I have to say. They inspire me, to trust my own mind, to think my own thoughts and opinions, to have the confidence to stand behind my own philosophy.

One last thought, in a quote from opening page of Ayn Rand's Philosophy: Who Needs It: "A philosophic system is an integrated view of existence. As a human being, you have no choice about the fact that you need a philosophy. Your only choice is whether you define your philosophy by a conscious, rational, disciplined process of thought... or let your subconscious accumulate a junk heap of unwarranted conclusions..."

I'm afraid that my own philosophy has holes, inconsistencies, and is much of a subconscious and a feel-my-way-through-it kind of a thing, nothing that could be depended upon. I have a hard time making decisions, as with my indecision about my next course of action in life. The bigger the decision, the harder it is for me to make, and I love flipping coins for the small decisions. So it is this part of my that the philosophy of Ayn Rand speaks to and inspires. Learning more about Objectivism, I learn more about how I feel by what I agree with and disagree with. I suppose that is a part of learning, and I suppose that is something that I love and miss about school. I love defining myself actively while in contact with knowledge. I love, and miss, learning new things everyday.

Celebrating Three Years of Blogging

So I just realized that it's about a week away from my first blog on blogger. February 27, 2005 is when all of this started, three years of more or less continuous blogging. Right on. In the beginning, I used this quote:

"Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked." - Victor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning

I suppose I have only one thing to add:

"Experiments have shown that spiders fed LSD do not wander around doing purposeless things as one might expect a 'hallucination' would cause them to do, but instead spin an abnormally perfect, symmetrical web. That would support the 'de-hallucination' thesis." - Robert Pirsig, Lila

We'll keep on searching for the answers...

Wish I Had My Own Personal Pocket Ani

If only I had my own personal pocket Ani Difranco, I'd carry her with me everywhere. Anything could happen to me - anything - and she'd know just what to say, and she'd play the corresponding song in the perfect version and I'd sing along at the top of my lungs and it would make everything better.

Okay, so maybe that's my music collection on the Dell desktop, and I'm cranking the speakers and everything is in the perfect order on Windows Media Player, so I guess I don't need a pocket Ani after all...

But I'd love one anyway.

Can't wait to bring my drum to Philly, I haven't had the desire to play it in ages, but I have that desire now... just play loud music and bang away until I've worked the office out of my body. Used to love watching "The Office," but man, that shit is how I spend my day, just different humor. Loved the new Simpsons on Sunday night, and the beginning of Family Guy, laughed out loud at both and can't stop singing "America is bollocks" over and over again. Best Simpsons song ever! Or is it a real song? Not entirely sure, and I don't want the thought police knocking down my door for a simple mistake, so I'll find out and get back to you.

Dog Walking Blues

Rainy Monday night, and I'm done my day of working for The Man and walking the dogs. Catching some flak for my interpretation of Ayn Rand, so I'm putting that on the backburner for another day. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em.

A Perspective on the Ideal

"Well, whose opinion did you take?"
"I don't ask for opinions."
"What do you go by?"
"Judgment."
"Well, whose judgment did you take?"
"Mine."
"But whom did you consult about it?"
"Nobody."
-Jim & Dagny Taggart, Atlas Shrugged, p. 27

This conversation sums up a lot of things about Ayn Rand for me. That, and this excerpt, from a journal entry of her's, used in the introduction:

"If creative fiction writing is a process of translating an abstraction into the concrete, there are three possible grades of such writing: translating an old (known) abstraction (theme or thesis) through the medium of old fiction means (that is, characters, events or situations used before for that same purpose, that same translation) -- this is most of the popular trash; translating an old abstraction through new, original fiction means -- this is most of the good literature; creating a new, original abstraction and translating it through new, original means. This, as far as I know, is only me -- my kind of fiction writing... (A fourth possibility -- translating a new abstraction through old means -- is impossible, by definition: if the abstraction is new, there can be no means used by anybody else before to translate it.)"

One more quotation, from another journal entry by Ayn Rand, that bears directly on the topic of this blog, namely, the Ideal of Human Potential.

"I want to present the perfect man and his perfect life -- and I must also
discover my own philosophical statement and definition of this perfection."

With this in mind, I understand Atlas Shrugged to be a complete success, and I feel Ayn Rand was entirely true to her original purpose and intent. I have begun to heal the rift that opened in my mind when I started to think of ways that Objectivism could be used for evil and wrong in our world. She believed this fully, and used her own reason to come to these ideas, and lived by this. She was completely true to her philosophy, and the creation of this book is proof of that in some way. She was able to become one of the heroes that she has created in her novels - she created herself a hero in the story of her own life. Whether or not her philosophy works outside of her life, of her novels, is of no concern to me. What concerns me is her new, original ideas relating to the ideal of human achievement and perfection. She consulted no one, she honored her own intellect and lived by her own conclusions.

Working...

And it's as crappy as I always knew it would be...

But I'm keeping my spirits up, still starting a dog walking business, although maybe this isn't the right time economically to expect people to pay me for a service that would be free if they just got off their asses. But I'm optimistic. Americans love to spend money, recession be damned.

(Not-So) Late Night Thoughts

Finished Atlas Shrugged today, really enjoyed it. Loved the character of Dagny, such a strong female character, even though I don't agree with all of her choices. Loved the sexual tension between Dagny and Francisco, Dagny and Henry; hated it when she fell for John, hated it when she didn't love Henry anymore. I was attached to their relationship, they grew so much together. In the end, I recognized this book as the great work - of Fiction - that it is.

Floating pleasantly to sleep as I sit here... I had a great time in Florida. I had a meeting with my first ever dog walking client - she has a little boxer-pit mix who is just the cutest dog I have ever seen, except for the Wookie Man. I start my business officially this week, with my first ever paid dog walk. Being my own boss is the best feeling of accomplishment I have ever felt. I do, however, go to crappy work tomorrow, doing crappy data entry. It's really to prolong my lifestyle, by working in the short term. I can float on by with just this one dog walking client for quite some time.

In other news, I started reading Jodi Picoult's The Tenth Circle, which I expect to be good but a little bit of lighter reading compared with Ayn Rand. I need to let Atlas Shrugged sink in a while. I definitely do not think that Rand's philosophy works in today's world. I don't really know a world where it does fit, except possibly in that one Simpson's episode that I mentioned before. Seems like a strict, extreme lifestyle that might cause more problems than it solves. I loved the way she described things that have only been vague unsolved mysteries of feelings and half-thought thoughts buried deep in the rear corner of my psyche. She helped me to name some of the things I've felt and never understood. Can't something be good for one person, even if it's not necessarily good for All people?

Atlas Shrugged

I am devouring this book. I can't believe this is only the first time I'm reading it. Really getting into it, the characters, the story. For someone who calls herself an idealist, I really should have read this a long time ago. Here is a story about ideals.

The Fountainhead Diet

Started reading Atlas Shrugged today, and it is fabulous, outstanding. After reading The Fountainhead, I know it is going to live up to my expectations, and I am stunned. Most books don't ever even come close to this. The game is on, so it's difficult to concentrate. My concentration when reading has been really dull, I mostly just scan everything. The String of Pearls (a Sweeney Todd story) was a really bizarre read, and I didn't invest much into it. But reading Atlas today, I made myself really take in every sentence. Forced myself to be present for every line. I know it will be worth it. I love the uneasiness that I feel every time someone asks, "Who is John Galt?" Who is he, indeed. I've been reading Henry and June, an Anais Nin journal, which I love as I always love her unexpurgated diaries. So racy, especially for the time it was written. I am distracted today in my reading with thoughts of starting up the dog-walking business for real, because I love this lifestyle and I feel it is completely possible a thing to do. But today is Sunday, and real work can begin tomorrow. I've set as my goal for today only reading and relaxing. Amazing that I'm here writing this now, but I felt inspired by Ayn Rand. A bonus trip to Florida next week, so excited. I was looking at Amazon's Kindle, which is sold out right now, as a way to read whatever I like on the plane without carrying ten books everywhere I go. But they are selling for ridiculous amounts on eBay. And everything costs a fee, a million fees, it's really designed for a businessperson with plenty of extra money for fees.

Thank you The Simpsons for the Ayn Rand School for Tots. That episode gave me the motivation to start reading again.

Job Interviews and Lounging

So I had my first job interview last Thursday, and it seems like that will be my last for awhile. It was easy to make a good impression, and I am qualified for the position. Now, it's just a matter of waiting for background checks to come in, and a few more steps I have to take. Seems like a great opportunity, working with kids (which I wasn't necessarily looking for) with different disorders, and working on modifying negative behaviors, in conjunction with a psychologist. Seems perfect for me right now, to gain experience and get an idea of what I'd like to do in the future. So, now that's taken care of, I've been chillin', my favorite activity lately. We are getting ourselves situated in Philly, and who knows how long we will be here. No lease, total freedom. Loving the idea of being able to leave in 30. Starting to notice little things, reasons why I loved it so much more in Flagstaff, reasons why I loved it so much more anywhere other than Pennsylvania. But I'm less intimidated about driving in Philly the more I do it. And, on the up side, no parking tickets yet. Love the new show on A&E - Parking Wars - filmed entirely in Philadelphia, about the things that people go through to be here. I wouldn't be surprised to find that the city of Philadelphia makes most of its money from parking tickets. In three years of living in Flagstaff, I received NOT ONE parking ticket. In two years in Philly, I got over $1000 in parking tickets ($500 still unpaid), a boot, a trip to the impound lot, and a trip to the Parking Authority building to pay to get the boot off. Lucked out so far regarding a PA drivers license, worried that a job might require one but not so far. As long as I've got out of state plates, I don't think the Parking Authority can stick it to me. I thought there was a statute of limitations on parking tickets, anyway. Those evil bastards.

Back to Life, Back to Reality

So the holidays have come and gone, and now I am sitting here searching and applying for jobs. I feel kind of ready for this, like I've been unemployed long enough. I am trying to use my degree and score some good benefits and time off. It's a lot of work! But this is the first time I've done a job search with a degree, so it's going well. I'm proud of my accomplishments and I am confident that I'll find the right place.

Christmas was a fun day, blew by in a whirl of presents and food and family. I have the Dog Whisperer Season 1 and the Aquateen movie and some good books. My sister gave me The Handmaid's Tale which was interesting. Dad found me a nice copy of Huxley's Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell. I picked that up, always a great read. New Years was a quiet night, watched the ball drop, had some drinks, hung out while some people got in the hot tub. A nice night.

Went skiing on Friday and yesterday, with passes from Christmas. I do love skiing, but my legs are not used to it. I'm getting back into it slowly.

Back to the job hunt. I hope to post more regularly now that the holidays are over and everyone is back to school and work and there are less distractions. Hope everyone enjoyed their holidays as much as I did.

Sleepy Monday

Woke up from a strange dream in which I was shopping for a new scooter. I can't wait for scooter weather. With the snow we've been having, it feels more like Christmas than it has before. The last few years, we've been in denial about the fast approach of Christmas, but this year it's easier with all of the winter weather. The dog will be groomed today, and hopefully we will finish our shopping and start wrapping. Heading down to Whitehall, first time since last Christmas. I have heard about the changes at the Lehigh Valley Mall, and I want to see it for myself. Off to scrounge up some breakfast and do a little reading before the day begins.

Lazy Sunday

Today was a lazy Snow Day. Taking a break just now from watching the first episodes of My Name is Earl, funny show. Got up and went to breakfast at Suzie's, I had the special - stuffed french toast with strawberries - even though I had my heart set on a cheese omelet. Ah well, there's always tomorrow. Enjoying my time off. We watched An Inconvenient Truth earlier, educational. There's something sort of righteous and holier-than-thou about Al Gore in the movie, but he obviously worked very hard on putting it together and maybe he earned a little of that. Maybe he got that from politics. He seems a little raw about the presidential thing, but who wouldn't be? I'm right in the middle of Sense & Sensibility, and I feel like it could be a story from today's world and not just the 1800s. I guess that's one reason it's a classic. I am enjoying it thoroughly. Still reading Songs of the Doomed and The Dreaming Universe, both very different and interesting in their very own ways. Going to burn one quick, while our young charge for the evening is in the shower. Then, time for more Earl. Have a good night everyone, and dream of the next time that new Simpsons will be on on a Sunday evening.

Can't Watch "Sicko"

I just can't. I keep coming across it and seeing advertising for the movie "Sicko", but I just can't stand to know all of the facts. I am one of the many people that the health care crisis affects, and it is too much to take. Michael Moore has always made excellent points with his movies, and I recognize the seriousness of the topic. I'm just not ready to get really angry about it all.

One of these days, when I'm in the mood to get really angry at someone, I will. In the meantime, I want everyone out there to watch it and change the world.

I am disappointed in Hillary Clinton's health care plan. I don't see a good universal health care plan anywhere in the near future.

"I'm gonna take all my friends, gonna move to Canada, and we're gonna die of old age." (Ani Difranco, "To the Teeth")

Holiday Parties

I had a great idea for a title last night, but now it's gone. That's the way it goes when you think of blogging before bed - all of the great ideas are gone. I think Einstein kept a notebook by his bed, to write down the great ideas that come on the cusp of sleep. I think many great people did that. I am not that motivated these days, or maybe that's just one of the things that are sacrificed when you crash at other people's houses. Although I am enjoying myself a ton, and I am free (for now) of the normal responsibilities of adult life. I do look forward to having my own space, perhaps a reading room complete with bookshelf and comfy chair. Everything is up in the air. To be honest at this moment, I am enjoying the Lehigh Valley, and I am considering starting my business and/or getting a job right here and being near family all the time. Until it is time to move somewhere new once again. After all of the small-town living we've done in the last 3 years, Philly was too city-y for me. Yes, I did just invent that word, but it helps to explain the culture shock. Even a city I once knew and loved as my own, is now overwhelming for this small-town girl.

Just woke up, and I'm drinking chai tea and lamenting that we didn't make it to Suzie's this morning. We could always go for lunch I suppose, but that's just not the same. It's one of the things I was looking forward to, and after three weeks at home, I still haven't gone to Suzie's. Not that I haven't had plenty of breakfasts... I think I'll survive.

Had a great party in Northeast Philly last Saturday. Got to see a bunch of Philly peeps that I haven't seen since last Xmas. Sadly, no Wii was present. Although I must say, if I owned a Wii, I'm not sure I would have brought it to the party either. Anything could happen. I wish I owned a Wii, but it's just too much to ask for. We don't have nice things, and there are very good reasons why.

The party held another happy thing for all of us: after many hours of drinking and partying and waiting up, Jeremy rolled into Philly at about 6 am Sunday morning. Fabulous. Even though he missed the party proper, it was the best holiday party because he was there in the end.

Now, I'm going to settle down with my tea and read Sense & Sensibility. In Philly I started Songs of the Doomed: More Notes on the Death of the American Dream by Hunter S. Thompson, and I barely got through the Author's Note without laughing my internal organs out. F-ing hilarious.

Thanks for reading.

Business as Usual

Spent some time tonight with two very important friends who I haven't seen since last Christmas, when I was home last. Nothing facilitates bonding like the Wii. We bowled, and I'm almost pro. I love these people.

Finished reading Watchers by Dean Koontz, and it had the cutest dog moment in it in the world. The dog in the book is hyper-intelligent and communicates with his people, and at one point they tell him that they would be sad if he ever left. He responded by saying, "I would die of lonely." Awww! Is that not the cutest dog sentiment ever? I hugged the Wookie Man and wiped tears away after reading that.

But seriously, I am Dean-Koontzed out. I've been reading him a lot because they are good stories that suck me in, but they don't require much concentration or thinking. Now I've picked up Sense & Sensibility again, which I started reading while camping, and have been looking at forlornly ever since. Makes me feel like I'm sorta using my brain again. I'm also reading Nightkill by the same guy who writes the Repairman Jack books, and it's kind of a Repairman Jack knockoff. I'm now about halfway through the book, and it has diverted enough from the RJ books that I can think of Jake as his own character and stop picturing Jack, but the beginning is like a Jack primer.

New Scrubs is on, and new Law & Order on tonight. I haven't been paying much attention to the new USA Law & Orders, but this one looks good and relevant. Goren is subjected to torture, and it looks fascinating. I've never seen him look so pitiful as he looks on the commercials. I must watch. I know my fellow Law & Order junkies are with me.

One is Silver and the Other Gold

Met up with two old friends tonight. Both are amazing people, and terribly important to me. I couldn't imagine life without them. So good to be in the same state as both of them, so wonderful to think that such incredible people want me to be in their lives. And to think I wasn't going to leave the house tonight.

On Saturday, I met up with another long-time friend. He got me into Ayn Rand unknowingly, as I found out secondhand that he is really into her books, and led me to pick up The Fountainhead. I had forgotten about my post about The Big Lebowski and The Fountainhead until he brought it up. Now I'm excited to read Atlas Shrugged after speaking with him. He didn't seem too thrilled about my comparison, so I will limit my comparisons with Ayn Rand and other totally unrelated stories. And I thought I was being clever.

This post seems to be going nowhere, but it's really a celebration of the friends I have. My friends are my chosen family, but there is more involved than that. I could choose friendships with random people, but there is reciprocation involved as well, and chemistry, and maybe a bit of luck. How do friendships start? Hard to say, because once established, it often feels like I've known them my whole life. Maybe I did, or maybe in past lives and we've found each other once again. I used to believe in such things, and some days I still do.

The feeling of being surrounded by people I love and have missed for so long is - almost indescribable. Although it is terribly late, so maybe everything I am trying to say is indescribable. Although my heart is still in Arizona with my soulmate, I find pieces of it everywhere in these people that I love here.

The Deception of Dreams

In my previous post, I said I dreamt of someone saying "Je suis 35 ans." But the real phrase is "J'ai 35 ans." My dreams were mistaken. Didn't I say I'd never be a shaman? My dreams like to tease me.

Taking Care of Business

Sadly, I don't have much to say. Haven't been writing much, here or anywhere else. Just doing what I gotta do. Had a long day at the hospital yesterday, and I should probably go back down today. Going down to see Grandmom tomorrow, and tomorrow is also Dad's birthday, so we'll be celebrating. Wedding reception on Sunday, and hopefully catching up with old friends on Monday. An eventful weekend, not much time for introspection and reflection. I'm looking forward to having my own space, I take for granted how important my space is to me until I lack it. Dreaming french last night - someone was celebrating their birthday, and on their calendar had written "Je suis 35 ans" and I can't belive I remember anything at all in french. I believe this statement is the correct way to say "I am 35 years old" although directly translated means "I have 35 years." I'm reading The Dreaming Universe sluggishly, and overall just more aware of the interaction of dreams and reality. Even looking for some guidance from my dreams. Will probably never be a shaman, but it's hard to ignore the allure of having dreams as another way of gaining information, learning from dreams, action based on dream logic.

Thanksgiving

Back in PA after many miles and many hours on the road. Weird to be back home, after so long away. "Nothing is different but everything has changed" - much like that. Wonderful to see so many people that I've missed, and many more to catch up with. Fantastic to be surrounded by family. The drive was nice, but it was hard to believe that Thanksgiving was this week with the warm weather I had. Ran the air conditioner from New Mexico through Ohio during the day, and you wouldn't know it is late November except for the very early sunset. I stayed on Mountain time during the drive, so the sunset came VERY early when I wasn't in the Mountain Time Zone anymore - I guess that's why there are time zones. The days were sunny and warm through the southwest and midwest. It was chilly in Texas after dark, and there was no sign of the Tex-Alaska effect that we noticed in Dallas in June when the sky was still a little light well into the night. PA is cold cold cold compared with that weather, but I knew it would be. Winter can be a fun time, and I do love to ski. Stopped at the Book Addict bookstore in St. James, Missouri - a cute little town, with a railroad track and grass and cute little stores. I could see myself there, if there was something to draw me there. I didn't break any speed records on the drive, and I was traveling for over 40 hours, including breaks. (13 hours and 15.5 hours and 13 hours - long days) Fun to be on the road, and now it's fun to be off of it. Mom made a delicious meal yesterday, and Awesome Peanut Butter Pie... just a fabulous dinner. I have much to be thankful for this Thanksgiving.

Travels Begin

I have no more reasons to delay, and my travels will begin on Monday. I will be leaving Flagstaff around 8 am MST, and hope to arrive in Germansville, PA on Wednesday evening. I plan three twelve-hour days of driving. I am excited, although with so many false starts it hardly seems like I'll really be leaving. I have settled into our room that we've been in for the last two weeks, with a backyard that opens up into Bushmaster Park, one of the nicest parks in Flagstaff. There is a lovely walking path and dog park, skate park, grass and trees. It is really a sight for sore eyes in East Flagstaff, and the Wookie Man and I have been walking there every day. It's been wonderful staying here, but all good things eventually end. I would love to stay with Jeremy until he leaves on or around December 5, but I really want to be home for Thanksgiving, and it's just too expensive to stay another two weeks. So leave I must, and I will. Asking and praying for good weather and no problems, a smooth ride home, something I've done many times, many times by myself. The dog will be good company, and I've been preparing music for the drive. I am ready to go. My next post will be sometime after next Wednesday and Thursday. See ya soon!

November Blues

It's been so long, I hardly know what to say. I had plans to describe how Adam Sandler's movie Click is like The Fountainhead, but the comparisons are too obvious and the differences too glaring. So I won't talk about that. I could talk about the Tom Wolfe book I'm reading, The Bonfire of the Vanities, but it's kind of like a really long Law & Order episode, which I've been watching constantly; but I don't have that much to say about it. I've been reading it entirely too long, and I'd like to move on to something else. I could talk about my dog-walking business that I've been planning to start when I'm back in PA, but I've been thinking about it too much and don't really want to put it here yet. I could talk about how this is supposed to be a traveling blog and I haven't even gone anywhere yet, but I'm not in the mood for travel today. I'm still in Flagstaff - I was ready to leave on Monday, but it didn't work that way. Saying goodbye is so difficult, even when there will be so many hellos on the other side of the country. And I hate saying goodbye.

The Big Lebowski is The Fountainhead

So we went to the old neighbor's house, and he was watching The Big Lebowski. We joined him. It was funny as always, and the TV we were watching on was HUGE. So we noticed all kinds of details about it that I've never noticed, after watching too many times to say. For example, when he is laying on the rug and Maude comes and punches him out and takes it, he is listening to a tape of a bowling event. And when the nihilists come to his house, the tape he's listening to is Song of the Whale.

As we were watching, it dawned on me that this is the same story as The Fountainhead. It shocked me, because after reading The Fountainhead, I thought surely this isn't true in real life. But it is. The Dude is a hero that is outside of the norms of society: he smokes a joint in the presence of the agrieved Lebowski, his dress and appearance, his obliviousness when the cops are at his place and picking up his pipe that is laying inconspicuously on the table. He is outside of the norm, and he doesn't care one bit what others think of him. His whole existence is to be The Dude, and to take it easy, live in his Dudeness.

The rich Lebowski is a prime example of a second-hander who likes to think he deserves his distinguished house, appearance, Brant, etc. But as Maude points out, he was in charge of a business once and didn't do very well, and has no money of his own. Lebowski would never admit to this, as his appearance is everything.

Lebowski does not like The Dude. He sets out to destroy him, by trying to set him up and frame him for the disappearance of the money. The nihilists set out to destroy him. And he ultimately succeeds. A dubious hero, but ultimately himself and without apology.

Even the name of the movie suggests elements of Ayn Rand's Objectivism. At first glance, it might seem like The Big Lebowski refers to the wealthy, worldly Lebowski... but the circumstances of the movie strip away his dignity and his high esteem for himself, showing him to be a small person indeed. The Big Lebowski, therefore, is the Dude himself, even though he doesn't like to go by his given name. He is the hero of this movie, and he shows himself to be up to the challenges that are presented to him.

The Fountainhead

Just finished reading The Fountainhead today, and what a story. What a philosophy. I am stunned by the power of the book, and by the new ideas I have encountered. Few people have the courage to say what she has said, and over six decades ago. In this story, the bad guy is the socialist-collective-"serve"-"love all as you love yourself" guy - and he is a bad guy. The good guy is "selfish"-egocentric-egotistical, and thinks nothing of others, or what they think of him, and is completely assured of his greatness. A strange hero to encounter, and a strange twist to the ethic of equality of all. In this story, there are the masses on one hand, and there are those few great people who advance humanity on the other. It is the story of how a man struggles to allow his great creations to be made, and how the majority hate him and endeavor to bring him down.

Up next, Atlas Shrugged at some point, but I need to let this sink in a while. I think I'll pick up some Doris Lessing, as she just won the Nobel Prize in Literature earlier this month.

Getting anxious to head east... only two more weeks in Flagstaff. Excited to see Blues Traveler. The last time I saw them was on the Cape in Massachusetts with some east-coast Cracker Barrel friends, and we stayed at the "Cuddle & Bubble". Highly recommend this hotel for romantic getaways. Not so much for a group of concert-going friends partying.

Synchronicity

(written 9/21)

Last week, I was checking the mail in my cool new P.O. box, and there was a Rolling Stone magazine addressed to me, with "Happy Birthday Jen" on the address sticker. I was very surprised, my birthday was two months before, and no one mentioned anything about it to me.

When Jeremy got home, I told him about it and he said that he got it for free and promptly forgot all about it.

Then, I went online yesterday to change my address with RollingStone.com and the "Current Issue" (the next issue to come) has Hunter S. Thompson on the cover.

What Synchronicity!

I have been reading him nonstop since June, and when I received my first issue of RS, I was bummed that HST will never write for them again.

And, alas, he won't -- but I can still read about him and see pictures of him in the next issue. How fabulous. And I can still read all of the hilarious things he wrote before he died. Over and over and over again.

It makes me sad to think of him as a Great Person who did not enjoy their Fame & Fortune while he was alive. I think, like many great artists, it took him a lot of time before people started to see the quality in his work, and that his greatest amount of fame is still to come. He spent much of his life broke and in debt, and people did not appreciate him near enough.

He was far more than a journalist (even a Great Journalist), but how many realized that during his life? Certainly, not me, to my chagrin.

(continued 10/17)

Well, I did receive this issue of RS, and I see the reasoning behind HST being on the cover. There is a book just released, and another coming out, about the great Hunter S. Thompson. There are some clever anecdotes in the magazine, and some great pictures. I checked the new PO Box daily for a while, until I received it. I wanted to make sure it didn't slip through the Postal Service cracks.

Boring Rainy Day

Spent a boring rainy day at the tent, and came in to Bookman's for a delicious hot chocolate and to use the computer. Listening to Radiohead's newest album (dig it!) and finishing up Jennifer Weiner's novel Little Earthquakes which is quite good. I'm on a Jennifer Weiner kick, ever since reading Good in Bed and followed that up with In Her Shoes. I love how her stories take place in my old stomping ground of Philadelphia, and her well-to-do characters live in Rittenhouse Square and eat at all the restaurants that I applied to work at back in the day. Her characters really are amusing. My favorite was Cannie, from Good in Bed. Laugh out loud funny, but also a tearjerker. "Chick lit" is something I never took very seriously but I see now that I love it. This latest, Little Earthquakes, really only appealed to me because of the Tori song "Little Earthquakes":

'We danced in graveyards with vampires till dawn
We laughed in the faces of kings never afraid to burn
And I hate
And I hate
And I hate
And I hate disintegration
Watching us wither
Black winged roses that safely changed their color
Oh these little earthquakes
Here we go again
Oh these little earthquakes
Doesnt take much to rip us into pieces'

The book itself is not the kind of story I choose to read lately... but again, it's this Jennifer Weiner kick I'm on. It's all about four women and they all have babies and the troubles at home with their marriages and so forth. I like it least of her three books I've read, but I'm just not that into babies, and I already knew that adding a baby to some marriages can be a marriage's death sentence.

I've also had time to read the new Repairman Jack novel Bloodline. Loved it, just the way I've loved the others. After finishing it, I had the hankering to sit down and talk deeply and profoundly about the series, and how it's going to work up to the end. The interesting thing about this series is, it runs parallel to another series with similar characters and set into the same F. Paul Wilson World, but the other series was finished before he continued writing the Repairman Jack series. So, the end book, Nightworld, is already written. Of course, that was like ten years ago or more, and then he brought Repairman Jack for his own series. So, in truth, I know how it will all end, but I don't see how it's all going to fit together. Not to mention, he's already re-written the last book, Nightworld, to fit in all of the goings-on of Jack's series. I haven't seen a glimpse of it. Pollywog thinks that he will release it in order, after the last Jack book. The original Nightworld is difficult to find, and the paperback is on Amazon, used, starting at $13. I keep looking for it here at Bookman's.

Also here at Bookman's is Space Ghost Coast to Coast, Volume One, on DVD. I want it! But I haven't been into movies lately, and I can hardly justify it...

Next up on my reading list is possibly Cesar Millan's Be the Pack Leader, although in truth I don't really want to read it. Seems like it will be more of the same. Then, more Jane Austen (Sense & Sensibility, to be followed by Pride & Prejudice), more Edgar Allan Poe for the Halloween season, with a healthy dose of Anais Nin and... and what else, I cannot say.

Oh yea, and I cannot wait to get my hands on If I Did It - just to read his confession. Finally, after all these years, and following the trial on TV in high school, it will be interesting to read.

I know I've been shirking my blogging duties, so I know this should be a good one. There is also a scheduled outage at 4:00 pm. Darnit. I am working on transcribing my old journals, for several reasons. For one, journaling has been my one piece of work that I can continue working on. It is my muse. I love talking about myself. And because they are my memories. Many things I've forgotten.

Since my novel concerns my past (what else?), this is part of research for that piece of work.

Also, I've recently picked up one of Anais Nin's published journals, and I realize that although she was an accomplished writer, it is her journals that I think of when I think of her as a writer. It was her life's work.

And so my journal is mine. Back to work.

Fall Festival

This weekend, I helped Jeremy run The Munchies, for the first time ever. The Flagstaff Nordic Center, which he provided food for last winter, had their fall festival. This is Jeremy's last Munchies gig for 2007, and I was happy to be a part of it.

The festival was intended for families, but there was something to please everyone. Except beer, but we had our own stash. It's good to work for the Munchies! Although, I stayed away from preparing the food, even though I have my food handler's card, so it would be legit. But that's not really my thing. I was in charge of the cash box. Jeremy made fun of the way I would figure out customers' totals in my head, so maybe I'll come up with a better way for next weekend.

If you are in the Flagstaff area, this weekend may be your last chance to have The Munchies! At least until next spring (at the soonest) so come on out! You've already missed their signature burritos and Ultimate Nachos, but there are still regular nachos, burgers, hot dogs, and brauts.

Orange October Happiness

I have been loving the month of October. I never fully realized how much I love it - or maybe I just love it extra this time. I'm thinking it might be my favorite month this year. I'm loving the transition to fall. The transition in Flagstaff is so nice, because the days are still very warm. I do miss watching the leaves change; all we have at the tent is ponderosa pine needles falling everywhere, but no multicolored leaves.

Reading The Secret Life of Bees, a kind of women's story, very moving. Makes me crave honey and want to be a beekeeper.

Also reading a lot of Edgar Allan Poe, and staying up at night thinking about Madeleine Usher outside my tent, and the beating of the Tell-Tale Heart, and the bells bells bells... Good October reading, I'm so ready for Halloween. And the Day of the Dead... Dia de los Muertos... Jeremy was trying to tell me last night that the Day of the Dead is Cinco de Mayo, and I didn't believe him because Cinco de Mayo is Independence Day. I knew it was right around this time of year - and so it is, Nov 1.

Nov 1 is also a great day to go to the grocery store and buy all the Halloween candy that is by then completely devalued because it's not Halloween anymore (it's Christmas marketing time!). That's what we're going to do. Buy all the Reese's peanut butter pumpkins and eat them! And then I will head home after our celebrations and eat Mom's pumpkin roll. Eat it!

Setback

A minor setback to the traveling plans: a minor car accident on Thursday, little more than a fender-bender (for me, not for him) but I will find out today if it was the other guy's fault (it should be) and will get the car back to the mechanic for repairs. Bummer, man. I had a light replaced on Wednesday, along with some other minor repairs, and then on Thursday - the very next day - that light was crunched, as well as the right front of my car. Just submitted the claim, must contact officer to find out fault. Such a bummer man, but I guess it could have been much worse. *sigh* Just glad I didn't buy a more expensive car, which I almost did, with insurance I couldn't quite afford.... it's better this way.

One Week Left... but reconsidering

So, if I stick to my plans, I have one week left in Flagstaff. I plan on leaving next Monday. Definitely bittersweet, especially with leaving my love here in the cold. Not that it'll be less cold where I'm going, but it'll be colder for being alone. At least I have the dog to keep me warm at night.

But I'm ready to go, and I long for the road. If only he was coming with me...

So if I don't leave on Monday as I plan, everyone will know why.

We watched The Departed last night, not a bad movie. It seemed long, but maybe that's because we haven't been watching movies or TV at all. I'm reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and also Emma. Catching up on my lifetime required reading that I never got around to. I have so many books on hold at the library, that I don't know how I'll possibly get them all read before it's time to go.

I had a dream last night that I was booked to go to India, but I didn't want to go there throughout the whole dream and at the end I got out of it, and stayed at a gorgeous hotel in Mexico at the beach while everyone else went.

*sigh* Perhaps I will stay in Flagstaff a little bit longer. I do so love that my myspace page says my hometown is Flagstaff, and I'm so proud of my life here. But I miss everyone back east terribly. I know as soon as I leave Flagstaff, I will long to be back.

Books Books Books

Never want for another book to read again.

www.gutenberg.org

I like that site much better than bartleby.com, because you can download the ebooks, and save them in text/PDF format to your jump drive. That's what I do. Mostly classics, not too modern. Good use of the internet.

Finished reading Wheel of Darkness by Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child. Quite a fascinating story, taking place partially in Tibet, with a great deal of Tibetan Buddhist artifacts and lore. As I just completed a Tibetan Buddhism class in my final semester at NAU, I am proud to say I was not able to discover any mistakes (not that one semester makes me an expert). I enjoyed reading it, although for anyone unfamiliar with the Agent Pendergast novels, it might be less enjoyable. I found him particularly hard to like in this book, which would interfere with my liking the book if I didn't already like him a great deal. Makes me think about a career in the FBI. I liken him to Special Agent Cooper from Twin Peaks, as both of them are interested in eastern traditions, meditation and so forth, and both use eastern techniques to solve western crimes.

Survived my three-day training stint at work - barely. I am so glad I left there when I did... I am not eager to return to work -- any work -- yet.

My goal (in keeping with my budget) is to stay around camp all weekend, and read and play and walk there. The Wookie Man totally needs a good walk, and so do I. So, I am off to finish errands and hang around camp. You can find me there...

No Smoking

At the end of August, I celebrated my fifth anniversary since my last cigarette. I quit in such a way that it made my stomach turn to think of lighting another smoke, ever. But now, five years later, I've been thinking of smoking more positively. It still looks cool. Sometimes I think it would be preferential to biting my nails, and the other habits I have made with my hands and mouth to make up for the habit of a cigarette. I also feel like it's more social to smoke - bumming a smoke from a stranger is an instant bond.

With that said, I know that I won't be a smoker again - I'm not even a smoker in spirit, as I said when I began the process of quitting. It was inconceivable that I would ever consider myself a non-smoker. Now, it is a part of my identity. I am a non-smoker.

Jeremy, my partner in crime, quit a short time before me. Sometime since we moved to Flagstaff, he became a smoker again. I watch him and I see that smoking can be a very sexy act, and I want one. I've been fighting the urge. I went to get a pack of cloves one day - what turned me on to smoking in the first place - and they didn't have the mild kind that I prefer. So I took it as a sign.

My desire for another cigarette has since waned (it helps that I've stopped watching Domino - that movie gave me the urge to smoke more than anything else has). Now, I am putting up some statistics, to remind myself and others why I gave it up so long ago, and why I continue to fight the urge.

• Smoking causes about 90% of lung cancer deaths in women and almost 80% of lung cancer deaths in men. The risk of dying from lung cancer is more than 23 times higher among men who smoke cigarettes, and about 13 times higher among women who smoke cigarettes compared with never smokers.1


• Cigarette smoking approximately doubles a person’s risk for stroke.

from http://http//www.cdc.gov/tobacco/data_statistics/Factsheets/health_effects.htm

Of course there are many more statistics, but those alone have helped me fight the craving. However, there is sufficient data (for me) that suggests that replacing that pack-a-day habit with a more moderate smoking of marijuana is much more healthy, and better for you. More on this soon to come in future posts. Medicine, not marketing (and addiction).

Fall in Flagstaff

The weather has officially turned to fall here in Flagstaff. It serves to remind me that my goal is to enjoy some of the fall in Maine. As with last year, the change from summer to fall has happened overnight. In completely uncharacteristic Flagstaff weather, it continued to rain all last night. Much of our stuff is soaked, but we slept in a dry bed, which really makes all the difference. Had to forgo the morning tea today, as it was in our dry foods bin that is NOT waterproof, and contained two inches of water in the bottom this morning.

The cooling temperatures have me ready to leave the tent life and get on the road.

I recently finished reading the latest Harry Potter book again, and it was even better the second time. A few more pieces fit into place, things I missed while reading excitedly the first time. In comparison with the Sopranos final season, this book was an extremely satisfying ending to the Harry Potter story. *contented sigh*

I also finished reading Hell's Angels, Hunter S. Thompson's first published book. A great read. I didn't really hear his voice until close to the end, but it's there. He wrote it before the term 'gonzo journalism' was coined, and its a more subtle example of his writing when compared with something like Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas. I never thought I cared about the topic, the Hell's Angels, but I really enjoyed it.

At the moment, I am in between books. I am waiting on the new Repairman Jack, Bloodlines, and I'm also waiting on the Preston/Child Wheel of Darkness. Send me any book suggestions you may have...

Raining in Flagstaff

I am writing from a dry spot of Flagstaff. It has been raining quite a bit today, and our tent is a little drippy. It has held up well so far (during the monsoons - which are apparently over, according to the Daily Sun), but today was too much for it. We are hiding in Bookmans, shopping for books and staying dry.

I'm getting very excited for travels to begin. My ex-work asked me to come in this week and train their new person, and I've agreed. I could use the $, and I have the opportunity to get some good letters which I had forgotten to ask for before I 'left', and I still need to roll over my 401k. So its not a total waste. Still, I am dreading it. I have not had enough time off to enjoy going in to work. One plus is, its sort of like my second home, so I feel really comfortable and confident there, like I am the professional that I've become.

Mom mentioned that she has heard it's getting chilly here at night, and indeed it is. Not chilly enough to force us out of the tent (yet). We've been keeping warm, so far so good. And the sun during the day is warm enough to make us forget about the midnight chill.

Well, it is soon time to face the rain once again. Stay dry out there, and good night.

Random Tuesday Blathering

So today I was inspired to take pictures of our campsite and post them here. But I couldn't find the camera anywhere. I'm pretty sure Jeremy has it, we're trying to sell my crappy white Hyundai. It was sold yesterday, but when the buyer drove it for a test run, he KILLED the rest of the clutch. It was going, has been since we bought the thing, but wanted to sell it as is, needing only a clutch. Now, it needs a clutch before it can go anywhere, and the price has dropped. *sigh* I just want the scooter up and running before I leave Flagstaff. I'd love to strap it on the back of my brand new car, my not-so-pimp (but oh so practical) Mercury Sable wagon. It is so practical, with its little roof rack (where I intend to carry my every earthly belonging), room enough to sleep two & a dog comfortably (we tried it out one rainy night before the tent was up), and if I wanted, I could put a tow package on the back, and a trailer, with my cute-ass scooter. Then again, I could always get another when I get to where I'm going - with the cost of a trailer & tow hitch compared with the cost of scooters themselves, it seems the more practical option.

In other news, I watched Pan's Labyrinth last night - very sad and disturbing. Graphic. A lovely 'adult fable' as it is called on the DVD cover. Not sure what kind of mood I'd recommend this movie for - not for an anniversary (like the time we were celebrating our 2nd anniversary and watched Requiem for a Dream - do NOT EVER do this) - but I watched it on a nice, rainy afternoon, and that was okay. I cried, be prepared.

I was feeling ready to pack up the car and leave for the road today, because our second deflatable mattress showed that it can indeed be inflated in under a few minutes, and can deflate within an hour (your ass is on the cold hard ground long before morning). Our other mattress, which we have been using, is deflatable as well, but it retains air until the morning. I dreamt all night - literally - about the Burrells' HUGE inflatable mattress that we slept on at Christmas, and that Kory slept on in North Carolina. That thing - I'm tempted to go and buy one today. With its own inflator built-in. Quality.

A Whole New Era of Blogging (for me)

So, I am determined to blog more. I have free time, and the only writing I feel inspired to do at this time is this blog. I am planning my travels, and I want to keep this page updated with those plans. I also want to be able to hash out my plans, over and over if necessary, because I seem to change my mind every other day. The real problem is that I keep thinking of things, places, events I want to see, and I try to tack it onto the end of my travel plans, or stick it in the middle. But it's just not possible for me to drive up to the northwest - Cali, Oregon, Washinton, Vancouver - and then to visit Colorado (love it there, could live almost anywhere there), New Orleans, the southeast US, up through PA & New England. I'm finding I need to trim it down. All of that = the whole damn country.

For now, I think I will stay in Flag for the month (waiting on the new Repairman Jack book - the end of the last left Gia & Vicky barely alive but quickly recovering, and Gia lost her baby... these things have yet to be dealt with, and I'm on the edge of my seat). Oct 1 will find me on the road, hopefully, and in PA for a week, and then travels up through New England, ending in Bar Harbor, Maine.

I'm making progress on leaving Flagstaff, with some hard effort at the storage unit today. I still can't believe how much stuff I have, even after getting rid of a bunch of it in the past few months. Need to de-stuff my life.

For now, I really and truly have plans to keep this updated, so please read faithfully. Have you heard about Google Reader? You can save your favorite blogs, and when you open Google Reader, it shows you the new posts that you haven't read yet, for all of your favorite blogs. Check it out! Great for killing a little time at work.

Travels Begin, & a Reflection on what is being left behind

Last Friday, August 31, was the last day of my old life, and the beginning of my new one. This week has been one of transition, of beginning a new way. I began my travels, ended my working relationship with my employer of 2 ½ years, and left my house of 3 years. I traveled less than 5 miles, from my old house, to our favorite campground. Jeremy & the Wookie Man (our doggie companion) and I moved here when we first came to town, the August of three years ago. It was a wonderful experience then, and is truly fabulous now. We wake up and go to sleep with the sun, we live in our tent (cheap rent!), and we pee in the woods. My life is infused with a wonderful woody-pine scent of the Ponderosa Pine trees, and my daily life is surrounded by nature.

Many of my favorite adventures have happened in Flagstaff. It was a place I came to so long ago, to start a new routine and a new way of life, far away from people who influence me and keep me stuck in familiar roles. To reach my full potential, or to seek it, whatever it may be. Potential is a sticky subject, like the American Dream. Difficult to pin down, impossible to attain, but somehow still worth the search.

Now, happily unemployed and finished with school, I am developing a new agenda. I am starting my travels here, a place I love so well. Daily life of school and work can really take the traveling out of life. I intend to start exploring some of the places around here that I never had time to with everything else going on.

This will be a blog of my travels and adventures on the road. I expect to embark on the long road sometime in October, but until then I will take day trips and go hiking and explore all of the places I’ve missed out on seeing because I’ve been too busy.

After a week here, I see how easy it is to fill a day with meaningless tasks. I intend to use the days of the next month to catch up on reading (including the new Repairman Jack, coming out later this month) and see the town with new, travelers eyes. I will try to wander the town as a vagabond, an adventurer, an explorer (but NOT a tourist – there are too many of them here). I will see the things I haven’t seen in five years of non-consecutive Flagstaff living. I will soak it all up in this month, and eventually head out for my distant destination: Bar Harbor, Maine where my good friend Bob lives, and where Steven King’s novels take place, and Mt. Katahdin, the northern terminus of the Appalachian Trail. (Maybe I’ll walk home from there, the AT is practically in my Mom’s backyard, maybe I could make it by Christmas?) Possibilities, there are so many for me at this, the beginning of my travels. So many places pop into my head that I want to see, while trying to maintain a realistic budget and stay out of a job for as long as possible. I am seeking a way to make an income without a job. I wouldn’t care if I never had a job again (graduate school is looking like a good possibility as far as that goes – school is school but it sure isn’t a job).

An Excellent Read: Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver

Finishing up this excellent read today, and I think it’s really important that our generation learn some of the things I’ve learned from this book.

1) Lettuce, tomatoes, apples, carrots and potatoes – as well as most other fruits and veggies – are NOT in season year-round. They only seem that way because they are shipped from all over the country/world into our grocery store’s produce section. This is a huge price to pay, in terms of oil for transportation (which the huge corporations don’t have to pay for – they are tax-deductible – this price is paid by American taxpayers), food refrigeration/freezing; and quality of the food suffers as well. Produce is not meant to be shipped anywhere, it is to be enjoyed fresh and in season for the best quality of taste.

2) There are so many more varieties of fruits & veggies than what is available in the grocery store. Foods that do better in certain regions and certain times of the year (and that don’t travel well) are going extinct. Same for livestock. Heirloom vegetables and livestock are available, with special qualities: “superior disease resistance, legendary flavors, and scarcity… hundreds of old-time varieties of hoof stock and poultry, it turns out, are on the brink of extinction” (p. 91)

3) Turkeys don’t breed. The Butterball turkeys that everyone eats (99% of the 400 million turkey Americans eat per year) are one variety – Broad-Breasted White.

“If a Broad-Breasted White should escape slaughter, it likely wouldn’t live to
be a year old: they get so heavy, their legs collapse. In mature form, they’re
incapable of flying, foraging, or mating. That’s right, reproduction. Genes that
make turkeys behave like animals are useless to a creature packed wing-to-wing
with thousands of others… so those genes have been bred out of the gene pool. “
(p. 90)

Now, honestly, ask yourself which of these things you knew to be true before you read them here. Have you ever even thought about any of this stuff? Because, to be honest, I never have.
The purpose of writing this book for Kingsolver was to share her experience of living on locally grown produce and livestock. Her family cultivated their own vegetable garden and fruit trees, and did the rest of their shopping at the local farmers market and from other local farmers in their region of Virginia. The book is characteristic of other Kingsolver reads: biology, science, and art carefully crafted into a pleasant non-fiction read. She reintroduces a way of life that was truly a way for many of the people in our country before big corporations took over food production and started putting small farmers out of business. Now, there is basically no protection for small farmers, and the ones that do stay in business largely work for the corporations directly. Buying food from California in the local grocery store does NOTHING to help your local family-owned farm ten miles away.

The argument is similar to the arguments of vegetarianism that I’ve heard before – you don’t have to do what they did, and cultivate your own food. But you CAN buy locally-grown food from local farmers for one meal per week. By doing this, they felt they sacrificed little – high-fructose corn syrup, which they found they didn’t miss a bit; seasonal produce – it’s here and it’s gone, but they managed to eat their fill, save what they could (freezing/canning), and wait for it the next time around. But they didn’t feel they sacrificed quality, or taste. Everything they ate was at its peak of taste, in original formats (no Red Delicious apples or Iceberg lettuce for them – many heirloom and scarce varieties of food that I’ve never even heard of), with higher nutrient contents than commercial veggies and animals.

An excellent, informational read that left me stunned for not having thought of these things. Humorous and original, inspirational and full of hope, this book provides an alternative way of living to the commercial animal feed lots and same old ho-hum varieties of food at the grocery.

Channeling HST

"There is only one winner of the National Championship. The rest will be Losers. That is how it works in the USA - especially in times of War, and this incredibly mismanaged War on Iraq will not be going away anytime soon. This one is a Tar baby, sports fans. It has already shot damaging holes in our national confidence and made dangerous Fools of whoever is running the Pentagon - not to mention the stunning $1,000,000,000 we are squandering every 24 hours to
bomb Iraq back to the Stone Age and starve millions of helpless, unarmed, terrorized civilians to death, in the name of some hateful, ill-advised, ill-fated military Crusade on the other side of the world. How long, O lord, how long? We used to be smarter than that. Indeed, we are truly the squanderer of what was once the American Dream, and our own dreams, for that matter. In two disastrous years, this Waterhead son of Texas has taken this country from a prosperous nation at peace to a dead-broke nation at War, and that is a very long fall. How could it happen? you ask - and I'm damned if I can give you a sane answer... This is not going to be like Daddy's War, old sport. He actually won, and he still got run of the White House about nine months later. That is the dark silver lining in this blood-spattered cloud we have brought down on ourselves, and it leaves a lot to be desired. It is almost impossibly morbid to brood on how many young Americans will have to come home in body bags before the great American voter catches on to the fact that the same greed-crazed yo-yo who slit the throat of the U.S. economy in the name of Tax Cuts and feverish warmongering gone wrong. The whole thing sucks. It was wrong from the start, and it is getting wronger by the hour."

- Hunter S. Thompson, April 1, 2003

from Hey Rube: Blood Sport, the Bush Doctrine, and the Downward Spiral of Dumbness, Modern History from the ESPN.com Sports Desk

Sopranos Supposed Ending

Like so many Sopranos fans, I was eagerly awaiting the season finale - the series finale. I had a great experience with the ending of the Six Feet Under series, and I suppose I was hoping for a little catharsis, a little bit of mind-blowing, a few answers to the questions the series had brought up and never fully answered.

The ending of the Sopranos left a lot to be desired. I had spoken to people who saw it before I did, and they seemed to understand, to be at peace with what had happened. Not so, me... like the rest of the Americans who watched it, in the final moments, who were left stunned - but not in a good way, oh no - thinking that something has gone horribly wrong, only to find out a moment later that something indeed had gone horribly wrong, but not in any way that could have been anticipated.

I'm not trying to make this message a spoiler for any readers who have not seen the sopranos but expects to see it. But I'm afraid it might become a spoiler, as I am upset enough to rant about it for a while.

The problem was, the ending left something that the viewer must assume. This is not an ending, this is not closure, this is not a suitable final act. You, the viewer, must either assume that something happened to Tony and his family, or assume that something didn't happen to Tony and his family. The way the episode was going, Tony seemed to be safe at the end. But what of that creepy character? What of the final moments of silence, darkness, when half of America thought their cable was out? Is this the end for Tony, is this the last thing he saw? Or is that the death of the viewer, while the show continues on in some life-like realm of which we, the viewers, are no longer a part?

It seems like a big fat cop-out to me. I've read enough literature and seen enough good movies and shows to know a good, cathartic, release of an ending. The Sandman comics, one of my favorite stories of all time, left no question as to the death of the sandman, and also his rebirth, and the ultimate change that overtook him at the end of the story. There was even a wake for him, to really love him, remember him, and let him go. His actions culminated in this most final of endings, the ultimate consequence.

An ultimate consequence seemed just for a man that killed so many of the people he loved, a theme that is present throughout the story and confronted in the final season. If it was bad to be an enemy of Tony Soprano, it was worse to be close to him. If only there had been a wake for Tony Soprano as there was for the Sandman, for the characters of Six Feet Under, a way to say goodbye, a way to remember him and his story. If only... but we are left with nothing. Not even a definitive answer - did he survive the series, and live his days in peace? Was he killed by the mysterious man, that no one saw coming in the final seconds? We are left with an incomplete story.

No resolution, no explanations, too many unanswered questions. That was not a proper ending, y'all.

Lazy Saturday

Today has been a great day. I got up early to walk the dog, and we walked downtown. We stopped at the library for their book sale, and I spent $4.25 on 11 books. I'm happy about it. The dog was good the whole time I was at the library, which was probably about an hour. I just couldn't resist... all of those books... it was a beautiful thing. I would've brought them all home if I could possibly read them all in one lifetime.

I woke up from a really bizarre dream this morning. I keep dreaming about Vegas, I guess I'm a little obsessed with the place lately. I've had Vegas dreams for the past three nights, all different, all strange as my dreams go. There was a character from Lost, talking about the show, but the weird thing is, I've never even seen the show. He said something the the effect of, "When we were Lost..." and I found that statement odd. I guess in the dream I assumed that in the series, they became un-Lost or something. Odd.

Ocean's Eleven was just on TV, and I couldn't resist watching it. It was so cool to see the light/water show at the Bellagio in the movie, and I was there, man. In the movie, they call Vegas America's Playground. How true that statement is.

Waiting for a phone call to continue planning our August Vegas Adventure. It would be so pimp to get one of those amazing suites... one day... We are looking at rooms at the Stratosphere, or maybe Circus Circus, how fun. I really want to see Cirque du Soleil LOVE... indeed, any of the shows would be cool, but Beatles' songs - who can resist?

But the next trip is Cozumel, and I'm trying to get as pumped about it as I was when we booked it. It's going to be fabulous, but I guess I've thought about it so much that the best thing will just be to get there. I will realize how amazing it is, with a frozen drink in my hand, next to the pool. A joint is optional, at least for the first day or so. Afterward, it's smiling at the cute island boys until someone hooks me up.

Listening to Frou Frou over and over, and these lyrics keep coming around:

if you know what's good for me why would i be loving you?

Summer in Flagstaff

Yes! It is finally summertime in Flagstaff...

"Summertime, when the livin's easy..."

Oh yea. Yard sales, warm sunshine, growing green everywhere... I remember why I love it here so much. This winter really hardened Jeremy & I to Flagstaff weather. Yes, I used to love it so much because all of the seasons overlapped. This past winter was the worst though - it's been cold out since September 1 (it was still summer then!) and it finally warmed up a few weeks ago. Then it got cold again, and now it's warmer than ever, closing in on 80 degrees, and just beautiful. All of the neighbors are out and about, doing their things - working on their lawn, dirtbiking, and the neighborhood dogs are laying around looking happy. The Wookie is so hairy, he must be so hot in all that hair, but he doesn't mind it. He sits out on the back porch with his tennis ball and smiles his doggie smile. He likes to play guard-dog, but of course he's really a furry lovey.

I'm listening to Frou Frou and Imogen Heap pretty much exclusively. I have the songs constantly spinning around my head, and I know I shouldn't because of the law of diminishing returns. At some point I'll be so sick of the songs that I'll have to put away the cds and not listen to them for a long time. But so far it's not happening. So far, I just find more musical layers to explore and enjoy.

I'm reading a book of essays by Barbara Kingsolver, Small Wonder. I love her style, the way she ties it all back to nature and the importance of the natural. I think I may re-read Prodigal Summer because that is an excellent book and a great summer read. I'm also reading a Dean Koontz book - False Memory, which I bought at the library for 50 cents, which appealed to me because of my interest in False Memory Syndrome and I love to see how it is portrayed in popular media. I'm having a hard time getting into it, it's kinda weird. I just finished F. Paul Wilson's recent Virgin, which was interesting in a DaVinci Code kind of way. My sacrilegious soul loved the main characters - a nun and a priest who were unabashed lovers.

I'm restless now that school is over. I have a lot of free time, and I don't know what to do with myself at times. I've been thinking a lot about going back to Vegas with some better drugs. That is one fun place. Jeremy & I decided, it's not a place we would ever want to live, and it's surely a shitty place to work, but damn is it a fun vacation. I can't believe I lived so close to Las Vegas for so long, and never cared to go. My impression of it, seeing it on TV and movies, was far different from what I experienced while I was there. Now the idea of walking around all night with a head full of substances seems absurd unless it's in Vegas. It's truly a place that never sleeps. In the casinos you can't even tell if it's day or night, and does it matter? As long as the drinks keep coming, as long as you have more to pour into the slots, to leave at the tables, where else is there to be? In bed, sleeping? Hardly.

Well, hopefully with some of my new free time, I will be posting more regularly.

Nature Girl

So I was standing in the living room, holding Nature Girl in my hands, and I just had to document the moment. I have waited for this book... for so long... I almost bought it in the airport, flying home for Christmas, but I said to myself, "$26 for a book?! I'll just get it at the library." So I put it on hold, and waited... and waited... and finally, it is all mine. Awesome. I know it's going to be fabulous, and after reading the jacket blurb, I just know it's going to be really awesome. Worth the wait. Carl Hiaasen's masterpiece.

Not to mention, I have a book report, term paper, research project and two short essays due within the next five weeks, but they will just have to take a number. I have my priorities, after all. Besides, I'm not concerned with all of that school stuff... they can't hold me down much longer. In fact, I'm pretty sure that if I didn't do another thing, I wouldn't fail any of my classes - except for maybe one. So I could just do one more thing, and not fail this semester. Graduate. Fabulous... it is so close, I can almost taste it. So much time and effort, all of which I've nearly forgotten now that it's so close. I'm tempted to go on to grad school, but I know that the moment I start I will hate my life. I'm so tired of doing things that others tell me to. I'm tired of turning in all of these bullshit tests that someone else assigns me to do. I feel like a little stinky rat running around a maze all day long, looking for cheese. So lame. At least my teachers tell it like it is for the most part, but still. They still give tests and assign papers and busywork. One class, the teacher gives us take-home tests straight from the book, so easy - it's like she knows. But she also assigns these website tasks, that we look up websites that she gives us, and answer little questions about it. Yes, it allows me to explore websites I didn't even know existed - but she could just give us a list that we could check out sometime. I don't believe that she actually reads them. Busywork. But I wouldn't actually want a challenge at this point anyway, so I'm just doing what anyone does who excels at being a student - cutting class. Two weeks ago was spring break. Last week I didn't attend a single class, skipped them all and smoked pot instead. Haha! Take that, The Man. This week, I came out of the senioritis funk for once and went to my class today. Not too sure about tomorrow, though. I need to go to my night class, but my afternoon might be mine. I'm probably missing some busywork by now, but I wouldn't say I'm missing it.

Well, enough of my life for now... the book awaits, and I'm so excited to get into one of my favorite authors once again. The last time I read something of his was... going on three years ago now... when Jeremy & I moved back to Flagstaff, Basket Case, and I was absorbed for about three days until I finished it. Such good stories the man tells.

Many thanks to Jordan (http://blackjew.blogspot.com), my close friend, loyal reader, and fellow LeBaron lover who turned me on to Carl Hiaasen way back in the underage days of yore.

American Beauty

Well, what do you know. I was thinking of this movie early today, in the morning. I was thinking of the part where Ricky, the kid next door, and Lester were outside of the banquet smoking weed. And then, I was flipping through the channels, there it was. Lester, drinking at the bar, and Ricky introducing himself.

Synchronicity. Jung may have been out of his mind, and his works edited for craziness by his heirs, but the idea of synchronicity just sticks with me. Abundant examples are evident in my own life. But how would one go about studying the phenomenon? It's a subjective experience, and cannot (usually) be observed by outside observers.

But still it is a fact, for me.

Vacation time. Spring break. So why can I not stop doing? I spent my evening looking at jobs around the country. What am I going to do after I graduate? Who fuckin' knows... so I'm thinking big. Looking everywhere. What do I want to do with my time?

Who knows...

The saga continues...

Meanwhile, I am playing a game, The Longest Journey, that I got for my rad new laptop. It has sucked me in, and I think I'm going to play it now.

Happy St. Patrick's Day all...

Semmerling

So I happened to see a Semmerling on Law & Order today, and I noticed that what they were showing was a revolver... the only thing is, the Semmerling is not a revolver. This is what it is. It's super small, 3.7 inches long according to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semmerling. How do I know such a random gun fact? This is what Repairman Jack carried until Hosts, when it became publicly known that he was carrying it, and he needed to stop carring it to conceal his identity. So cool. It was designed to have considerable stopping power, but also to be very light (19 ounces) and easily concealed. Only about 600 were ever made, which may be why Law & Order stuck a super-small revolver in it's place.

Old Stuff

Trying to simplify life by cleaning out some old stuff. Found this picture on the camera while posting some pictures on ebay.

Found a few surprises: $20, and a DVD - Boondock Saints - it's been missing for years. The thing is, I found it next to the DVD player - right where I left it, I'm sure.

Just finished watching Talladega Nights - again. Fun quotable lines, and I love it that the Formula One driver beats all of the Nascar drivers without even trying - while reading The Stranger, and drinking an espresso.

Reading All the Rage, the fourth Repairman Jack book. I'm rereading them in order, and it's a much more complete picture than the random order I read them in before. I really like this one because Jack is drugged with a new street drug that makes people crazy violent and you really get to see what he's made of. He pulls back to punch Gia and realizes that he is out of his mind, so he hands her his guns and his wallet, and turns and runs away from her. One of the most memorable scenes from the series. The reader really gets to see how much violence he is capable of, which is really kinda scary. It's also interesting to see Jack on drugs, because he never takes them. In this case, he didn't know about it, and in fact saved one of his clients from the violent rampage that comes with the drug. His drug-fueled dialogue with two mob goons that pick him up at the wrong time is just great.

The Happiest Days of Our Lives

I've had this running through my head since I woke up this morning, and it feels so good to be listening to it... I remember the days when I listened to The Wall relentlessly, over and over, obsessed. I love a good story, what can I say? So I'm listening to the Wall, working on my take-home exam that's due tomorrow. So what am I doing? That's right, blogging. By the way, I read my last blog, and unfortunately the new Christopher Guest movie never did come to Flagstaff, but I did get to see it at the 19th St. Theater in Allentown (with coffee from Hava Java) with Jacquie :) So it all works out. Remember this?

Black
fallen helpless.
"it's creamer, she loads it down"
my fork is melting
take the water off
sugarless
the bitter taste fills my mouth
spit it out
puddle.

We never were able to get that published, can't figure why... well, now it's published on the infinite internet, available for all to see.

Okay, off to my take-home exam.

"But in (but in) the town it was well known,
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Within inches of their lives.
Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh"

For Your Consideration

New Christopher Guest movie! So excited, I'm having a marathon... Best in Show, Waiting for Guffman, This is Spinal Tap, and, naturally, A Mighty Wind (best movie by far).... It opens tomorrow, and we have plans to go on Sunday, but I may just sneak a quick one tomorrow night if I have time after preparing my sociology presentation. Busy days, Christopher Guest nights.

My New Toy

Check out my new toy and my stinky dog

Token November Post

Oops, totally missed the month of October. Ah well... best to leave it all behind me. I am the proud owner of an abandoned 89 Hyundai Excel. I made an offer on a 150cc scooter. I'm rolling in the vehicles at the moment, and the LeBaron departs on Wednesday. Sadness. But I'll save money on insurance and hopefully gas. It's looking like a parking lot around here. The neighbors all did a big car-selling triangle, and they're all outside working on their respective new cars. Now we are acquiring more broken shit. But the semester is at a good point for me - I've stopped caring altogether. It's funny how my grades have improved since I stopped freaking out and started not caring. I'm in a much better way. Ready to graduate. Submitting graduation application sometime next week, after I register for spring classes. I'm anticipating a relatively easy semester, relative to this semester. Listening once again to XM's live Phish, "Simple." This is the song that got me into the band, so silly, makes you laugh out loud kind of fun. Taking a break from study guides and papers and school for the evening, but I'm not sure what to do with myself. I finished the new Repairman Jack and afterward I cut myself off from reading for pleasure for the semester. Too much cognitive linguistics to get through. But I may make an exception for tonight. I'm in the mood for Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, but my copy is not here. I searched high and low, but it is nowhere to be found. I wish the library was open 24 hours, I'd totally go there right now and pick up some books. I was surprised how much of the Repairman Jack series I've forgotten about... I just need to own it, so I can read them over and over. Ah, yes, another thing I will do after I graduate. So maybe my next move will be traveling around the country on a motorcycle. I will get my permit on Wednesday. Hopefully the chica with the scooter accepts my offer, and we'll both be happy. Jeremy has agreed to help me maintain it, since he is the resident motorcycle/motors-in-general expert around the house. Wookie Man means well, he truly wants to help, but he's all paws and fur. If only he had a Phillips head attachment for one of those hairy paws.

Tour de Fat

Today was super fun.. it was Tour de Fat in Wheeler Park. The bike parade was this morning and we rode all around. There were so many people, just packed into a block. I didn't know there were that many bikes in Flagstaff. Just awesome. Then I dropped off the bike and picked up the Wookie man and put some mardi gras beads on him. Awesome. Some beers, the Ditty Bops played, and it was overall a great time.

Cops on the Beat

Learning tonight about the globalization of Western culture. Thinking seriously on our (U.S.) responsibilities as a superpower in a world that has too much poverty; living in a culture with everything, but there are people with nothing throughout the rest of the world. How people adjust their schedules for our (U.S.) waking hours - like Indian women who answer the Dell helpline, who work at night because that's when it's our (U.S.) day. The interdependence of the US on the world, and the world on the US. How little we (white Americans) think about our privileges that so many other Americans do not have. Perhaps we're taught not to recognize it. I learned of a recent study: all things kept constant (income, etc.) white Americans get better mortgages than other ethnic groups. In a reading, "Whites are taught to think of their lives as morally neutral, normative, and average, and also ideal, so that when we work to benefit others, this is seen as work which will allow 'them' to be more like 'us.'" This quote covers everything I sat down here to write. What are we doing in Iraq? Are we really trying to put cops on their streets, give them the same problems that our system has, without giving them solutions because we haven't found them ourselves.

When I Grow Up, I Want To Be a Righteous Babe

As I'm looking forward to having the new album in my hands at some point in the near future, I am renewing my interest in such a fabulous artist. She is so inspiring. Her performance is so captivating, after all this time. As I'm wrapping up my last year of college, I'm looking back at the first and noting the changes. I don't recognize my life back then, it's hard to remember that girl as me. The second song she sings in this clip, "Fuel," is the first song I heard of hers, at the beginning of my freshman year of college, and with that came a whole host of changes. I explored the boundaries of my sexuality, I had some crazy adventures; the arrival of Ani's music in my life came at just the right time. It's almost the soundtrack through that whole year, and others besides. I feel older and wiser than I was then, and yet I now realize how little I really know. I am falling a little in love with one of my professors. I just can't help it, one of my archetypal weaknesses. Maybe I'm feeling like I don't have control over my destiny because I let my heart lead me around on a leash like the dog whisperer. Ani, soothe my soul on such a night.

You Tube II

You Tube I

Still crushing.

Tonight, as I turned on the TV to watch Sleepy Hollow, which I just picked up at http://www.bookmans.com, and the Kid's Choice Awards were on FOX (which I had on earlier, when I was looking for the Simpsons, which we missed while at Bookmans). The interesting part was, just as the TV came on, Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom were accepting an award for Dead Man's Chest. Eee! I'm like a little schoolgirl. There must be a god.

I promise I'll stop blogging about Johnny Depp soon. I've felt the need to go underground and stop posting about him on myspace, because a lot more people have access to that blog. Maybe it's the soothing green background, reminds me of doobies.

A great addition to the Johnny Depp marathon, in any case.And Sleepy Hollow as well, I love the chiaroscuro of Tim Burton's movies.

Just a Dream

I dreamt about him last night, while my man and my pup snoozed on either side of me. In my dream, he was looking all blond, tending bar at a huge bash for Jeremy. The problem was, I couldn't find Jeremy anywhere. There was this walkway up to a bar, but too many people were in it and it was shaking all around. I had too much to drink to be shaking all around. So many people were there, and yet I gravitated toward this blond bartender. Thank God it was just a dream; I found myself saying the most ridiculous things while he blew me off. Stupid stupid boy.

Blond Christians

Deja vu, I feel like I've been here before. Last night I dreamt of 2/3 of the trinity of blond christians (in a mix of funny and sad), and today the other 1/3 contacted me out of the blue for the first time in over six years. A crazy kind of day.

Hypnotized

Listening to the new Ani... she is really incredible. I gave up on her new albums when Evolve came out without giving it a fair chance. Now I come to find I missed Knuckle Down, all of which I've heard was great. Now, Reprieve is in just the right mood, just the right everything. I am hypnotized. She is so wonderful. Her musical horizon sometimes goes beyond my tastes... but then sometimes it comes back within my scope. Just amazing, so few performers still take my breath away.

A Day in the Life...

Lie low during the day today, dear Cancer, and try not to get caught up in the frivolous verbiage that is dominating the waking hours. After sundown, however, feel free to come out of your shell and speak your mind. You may notice that there is a rather sober tone to your emotions today and a restrictive sensation that may leave you feeling like you'll never be able to break free from your current situation. Don't get caught in this negative mindset.

My Birthday!

Today is my 25th birthday!! I'm very excited. The last few years, I've been feeling like I'm getting older. This year, I feel like this will be a great year. I will graduate from college during my 25th year. I will be making a lot of choices this year. This is a great age. I feel like this is an age that people would love to stay at. I can rent a car without underage fees.

I just think this will be my year. My fifteenth year was something awful, and my 20th year could have been better. This is the year that will break that chain.

I'm looking forward to being 25 :)

Sunday #1

I am thoroughly enjoying my four-day weekend so far. Usually I'm getting ready to start my week on Sundays - but not today. Tomorrow is Saturday #2, and the 4th is my Sunday #2. Then it's back to work until my five-day weekend next week.

This is my groovy bicycle. Which reminds me, I need to get out on it sometime soon, I haven't ridden in a while. The basket is great for library books, sixpacks, and Coldstone ice cream.

10 days until my 25th birthday :)

So Tired...

Vision

I got contacts this week, as well as a new pair of glasses. I feel like a new woman. My old glasses were functional, but I've had them since I was 18. Time for a change, for sure. The contacts really take some getting used to, but I love not wearing glasses AND being able to see! And Sunglasses! A whole new world, for sure... Kory just got contacts, and the kid is 12... I feel a little silly when I blink my contact down my face while I'm trying to put it in, and I picture the kid, more than 10 years my junior, just popping them in. Oh, to live in this modern world.

Feeling Blue

Having one of those days... everything is just blah. Jeremy threw away a bunch of spring mix today and I was so sad seeing it there in the trash. Heartbreaking, in its way. Good food gone to waste -- but its not that. Just an irrational sadness for something inanimate. I am personifying the salad, and it's just tossed aside, tossed in the trash, like it's nothing. Less than nothing -- trash.

she walks through the streets
with eyes painted red
under a black belly of cloud
in the rain
in through a doorway
she brings me
white golden pearls
stolen from the sea she is raging
she is raging

she's running to stand
still.

Josh Gilgoff once said to me, "it's okay Jen, the sun will come out tomorrow."

And so it will... especially because I live in arizona.

June

A close friend advised me to blog today, so I am. I see it has been two months since my last blog, if my calculations are correct. In that time, I travelled to Pennsylvania. That was great fun. Saw some weddings, and it was great to be a part of those celebrations. School ended for the semester, and I got 3 As and a B. Excellent. School started again for the summer, and is going well. I'm taking Criminal Justice 101, and it helps me understand Law & Order that much better. I'm also taking Developmental Psych -- babies!! After that I'll be taking Child & Adolescent Development, so there will be less babies. My fantasy soccer team is at an all-season low. I've decided to climb the big-ass mountain here in town for the Climb to Conquer Cancer in August. I will be sending an email out shortly, requesting donations. Keep an eye out for it if I have your email address.

My birthday is in just under a month. Excellent. My birth month starts in exactly two weeks from Saturday. Can't go wrong with that. I'm trying to decide something fun to do on that day. Maybe I will travel. The sky is the limit, I suppose. Also, I will be 25, which I suppose is a milestone of sorts. I will be able to rent a car without the bullshit!!

Well, I'm feeling all out of wisdom today, so I will leave with this thought:

The more primitive a society is, the more laws it has.

Friday

I love Fridays! Today was a wonderful day. This week has been really great actually. I received some great results from my Dr. yesterday, and I'm looking good. No worries there. Yesterday I asked for a $2/hr raise, and maybe I'll even get it. I received my scholarship at a ceremony today, very exciting. The luncheon was very stuffy, full of Alumni, so Jeremy and I sat outside. The weather is really gorgeous lately (well, since the snow three days ago). My boss left at 11 am today and I was alone all afternoon (so I didn't have to do any work! Well, minimal work maybe... but I got the important stuff done). I received a subpoena to produce documents at work, very official, pretty cool. My fantasy soccer team is not doing that great, and I don't really have the energy to change out some players right now. Maybe tomorrow. Todd & Steph & Laura & Adam are flying out on Tuesday to hang out. We'll be spending Easter with good friends from PA. Well, I'm off to bed, I'm ready three books, all of which are really good and it's hard to choose between them, especially since I don't have any time to read for pleasure anyway. Did I post about my bike? I love it... I'll post a picture soon.

Song of the Week

Tonight I stumbled across Damien Rice performing on PBS. What stopped me from flipping past wasn't him, or the song (which turned out to be just Great!), but his singer. She is so gorgeous. Her voice melts with his perfectly, and beautifully. Just gorgeous. http://www.eskimofriends.com/lisa.asp

What I am to you is not real
What I am to you, you do not need
What I am to you is not what you mean to me

Phriday Phish Phry

Xm Radio Reason #1: Phish concert Friday nights. Listening to "The Man Who Stepped into Yesterday" while I am reminiscing and nostalgic for things past. Saw "My Best Friend's Wedding" tonight and it reminded me of the person who told me that one day that would be us. And I would be Julia Roberts, and he would have someone on his arm that thought she could be jell-o but she's really creme brulee, and Julia Roberts is jealous and Pierce Brosnan is her gay 'lover' (me exactly!) Anyway, this person and I promised that we would be married when we turned 25 if we were still single. And I'm almost 25 and I don't even know how to get a hold of him except maybe I could call his house and talk to his mom or his sister. I wonder if they'd remember the crazy friend Jen who once spent the night when we were 15 because my mom never came to pick me up on a school night. I've been thinking of him sometimes, and not just because we'll be 25 this year. I miss the way he told me the hard truth about myself. He never let me flatter myself. Maybe he only started that after I broke his heart first. Maybe it started gradually after I broke his heart over and over. Maybe this is what I meant by flattering myself and he would never stand for this kind of talk. He played it cool, yes he did. He played it cool when he was hiking with me and his current serious girlfriend and he got us lost looking for a tarmac. I never did find out what a tarmac is because we never made it. Just wandered around in the woods, looking for a trail. He used to tell me about his pot plant that he kept in his mom's kitchen when we talked on the phone. I'd like to see him again in this crazy life.

"We've got skyscrapers
And it seems a pretty tune
Every band needs skyscrapers too!
What is a band without skyscrapers?
Ooh ooh skyscrapers is grand!"
-Simple

Christmas in March

Flagstaff is getting its major snowstorm as we speak. I think it's even snowing in Phoenix. I have about eight inches in my yard, and it's still falling. Looks like it'll keep on through Tuesday. It's still the driest winter for Flagstaff since 1898. I abandoned my car yesterday on my way to work (parked on the side of the road downtown) and it was towed. So now I'm stranded at home, but it's kinda nice. Bought a couple of things earlier today, so I'm ready to be snowed in for a long weekend. Jeremy's parents hooked me up with a cell phone last week. Like Christmas all over again. I didn't really think I had a use for it - but then it snowed and my car wouldn't make it up the hill.

I'm listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs "Maps" over and over again. I'm totally loving this song. If I'm not playing it, I'm singing it in my head.

"They don't love you like I love you..."

February

Isn't it sad when you can name your posts by the month that it is? It's just that they rush by so fast... I can't believe it's almost March. Gosh. I've been getting stressed out about silly things, really. So I took today off and it was one of the best Fridays. I went to class first and took a test, which was not bad at all. After that, Jeremy and I took the motorcycle to our favorite mexican restaurant El Charro and ate our favorite lunches. We played Gin Rummy. I won once and he won once :) Then we took the motorcycle and I rented March of the Penguins and then we came home. I took a nap while watching the Loch Ness monster show on the travel channel. Dude, there's a Loch Ness type monster in Lake Champlain in New England. There was a picture of "Champ" and it was so cool. You can totally see a dinosaur-like head and neck bending toward the water. Neato. Then I napped and then a snacker and then a joint and then we watched Four Brothers and then I planned my classes for next semester.

Dude. I have to plan on taking the GREs this summer, as well as apply to graduate schools by December. I guess that's what I'm stressing, because it's coming up so fast. But I'm tired of not being qualified to do what I really want to do. So that's what's really driving me. I'm reconsidering past plans to hike the Appalachian Trail and move out of the country. I'm considering moving back to the east coast to be near family and friends (but further south, somewhere warm all year around - I'm TIRED OF WINTER - it's been cold here but no snow just cold and dry, totally harsh).

I'm getting ready to graduate next spring. It seems like it's far away but I know in reality it isn't. That's the illusion. It's right around the corner. And then I'll be getting ready to leave Flagstaff and move to wherever it is I'll be going to school again.

But it's all good. I keep forgetting that classes now matter, and life now matters. I feel like my job is slowly sucking out my soul, little by little. I dream of not working next semester, and my school plan will not facilitate gainful employment.

Well, anyway, back to my glorious Friday. Just two and a half hours left :)

P.S. Thanks Jordan ;)

Reflection

Hatred follows hatred, anger breeds anger; peace follows peace, love follows love.

I'm trying to be more peace and less anger. More forgiveness, more love. Rarely does anything external facilitate this ability. It is rare when there is a role model.

First Day of School

It's the first day of school, and I've just finished my first class. Abnormal psychology - I think it'll be pretty cool. Learn how to diagnose and treat disorders. So look out, everyone I know - this is where the analysis really begins *L*

Maybe that's why everyone I meet, when I tell them I'm studying psychology, says something to the effect of "uh oh, now you're going to analyze me..." "I'd better stop talking now..." etc.

But you know, I find that really annoying. I really and truly don't analyze everyone I meet. Mostly just my family, and also people I meet that really stick out as crazies. Everyone else I mostly leave alone :)

It's a scary thought, one day I'll get paid the big bucks to analyze the people I meet. Ooh yea. I think I'll start accepting appointments now, just to be prepared.

For Jordan - edited 1/17/06

When the blind man sees the picture
When the deaf man hears the word
When the fisherman stops fishing
When the hunter spares the herd
We'll still hear the wondrous story
Of a world where people care
The story of this mighty wind
That's blowin' everywhere

Oh a mighty winds a blowin’
it’s kickin’ up the sand
It’s blowin’ out a message to every woman, child and man
Yes a mighty winds a blowin’
cross the land and cross the sea
It’s blowin’ peace and freedom
it’s blowin’ equality

Yes it’s blowin’ peace and freedom
it’s blowin’ you and me…

-A Mighty Wind

SEE THIS MOVIE!

Just a few more days

You know, I never used to be into the study group thing. But I just went from STRESSED in capital letters, to slightly calmer in a matter of hours. I can manage it. Thursday, it's celebration time! Saturday, it's vacation time brother, vacation time brother, vacation!

Finals

Did you know that a person with a tatoo used to mean that person may have a borderline personality (before tatoos became mainstream)? Also, there was American eugenics movement that preceded German Nazism... 70,000 people in the US were sterilized as part of this program to create a race with genetic purity. Some crazy stuff I learned this semester. Good thing all of this information is going to be crammed into my brain over the next week and then completely forgotten while I'm home for the holidays. Can you believe it's already Christmastime? I cannot. Two weeks from tomorrow is Christmas day. Yikes. Today I looked at the calendar and thought that it was the 18th already... but if that were true I'd be at the family xmas party in PA. And I'm so not there. But I'm looking right on track for my finals. I think I'm going to pull through this one in one piece. I hope. I'll just need an IV of Gingerbread lattes for the next five days, and then it'll all be over... it'll all be as if it were a dream...

A Begging Dog at my feet

Ah, another day is over. My days whizz by, by the time I have a chance to look around, I am at home, winding down. Work was busy, school was quick but stressful (I got a B! I was so scared I bombed that test)... computer troubles, in the worst possible week. Just two more weeks, that's all I need from my technology. Less than two weeks now. A week from Thursday, it'll all be over.

Enough of this whiny ness. Well, I don't think I have anything else to say, if it's not whining. I think I'll go smoke, take a deep breath, check on what Jack's up to. I've just begun Gateways and it's continuing where the last book left off. It's so exciting, I wonder what will happen. I've been bribing myself with Jack, and it's been working - I make myself do a little work for each class, and then I can read the book. Hey - whatever gets me through the next week.

Can't wait to go home, run away from all of this stressfulness. It doesn't feel like the holiday season. I swear it comes sooner each year, and each year I am less and less prepared for it to come.

Done doing. Time for not-doing.

A Day in the Life

Awake to the Wookie man stretching and licking my nose. My morning wake-up call, when it's time for him to go outside. I face the freezing kitchen, partitioned off by a blanket from the rest of the house. At least I can leave the door cracked for when he decides to come back in. I wake most Saturdays feeling happy, looking for some cartoons to eat my cereal to. But this morning, I am already thinking of all the stuff I gotta do, in what order. There's my car, at work, with a flat tire. There's my other work, that I gotta get to, but first I need my car. There's the three papers I need to write for personality. There's the other homework I have too. So I sit down at the computer, hoping the internet will help me figure it all out. Ah, the internet. So easy to take for granted. I've been (actively) trying to get internet for the last three weeks, and it just started last night. Serves me right, trying to get internet that's not $30 or more. Qwest can kiss my ass.

I want to distract myself with pleasure reading, but I finished Repairman Jack last night. Those books are so good. I read The Haunted Air and when I finished, I was thoroughly creeped out. I've had too many ghosts in my life these days, I get really creeped out when I do that. Last week we watched "The Haunting" and that really creeped me out. I didn't turn off any lights for days.

And now Jordan's got me looking for worldwide Psy.D. programs. I've still got a little bit of time before I have to make that decison.

Ah, back to the day.

Between Classes

On my way to a discussion about proteins (actually really interesting - they do just about everything in your body.. hormones, enzymes, rebuilding stuff, keeping fluids in your cells - take a moment to thank your proteins). Afterward a discussion on fats. Yay. Preparing to go home this weekend. Jeremy calls it a vacation but I call it the craziest weekend ever. I'm excited to see my family though, I'm glad to get home as much as I do. This wedding in NY, that I could definitely skip. But then, we wouldn't be going home if it wasn't for the wedding. Take it while you can I guess. Hopefully I'll get to see anyone who might be reading this while I'm home.

Well, off to find out my test & quiz grades from last week.

Ciao!

Going over and over in my head. I wish could rap sometimes.

They blame it on Marilyn
and the heroin
Where were the parents at?
Look where it's at - Middle America
NOW it's a tragedy
NOW it's so sad to see

Staying up late to do a personality test. Based on the DSM-IV. No surprises though, after 107 questions, a chart, some adding and multiplying, and then a graph. Oh we people are such funny mixes, aren't we? Full of contradictions and conflicting opinions. So many people, all wrapped up into one. Sometimes I'm surprised that there is any consistency at all, I feel like I want something different with every thought. I feel like a different person every day. What is the consistency that makes me me? Is it just an illusion, seeing the same face in the mirror and assuming that I'm just the same on the inside. But even on the outside, everything is changing, the skins cells are constantly regenerating and falling off. "Her hair bears silent witness to the passing of time." We are always changing.

You Say It's Your Birthday! Well it's My Birthday too, yea!

Your Birthdate: July 12

Being born on the 12th day of the month (3 energy) is likely to add a good bit of vitality to your life. The energy of 3 allows you bounce back rapidly from setbacks, physical or mental. There is a restlessness in your nature, but you seem to be able to portray an easygoing, sometimes "couldn't care less" attitude. You have a natural ability to express yourself in public, and you always make a very good impression. Good with words, you excel in writing, speaking, and possibly singing. You are energetic and always a good conversationalist. You have a keen imagination, but you tend to scatter your energies and become involved with too may superficial matters. Your mind is practical and rational despite this tendency to jump about. You are affectionate and loving - but very sensitive. You are subject to rapid ups and downs.

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Happy 4th

Happy Independence Day, in a country where our rights are getting fewer, and our justice is imbalanced, and medical marijuana is only for people in other (more free) countries.

Happy Independence Day, a day now for show, because the wonderful words this country was built on are now just words, and the priorities of our forefathers are all but forgotten.

Happy Independence Day to the folks in Iraq - both our soldiers and the people who live there. Thank God we did it all for democracy. Thank God those folks are now free -- but how free do they feel? And Thank God our soldiers have to be so far from their home, from their grills, from their families - do they know that they are free? Do they know they could cast off their soldier role, and come home, and give the army a big thanks-for-the-fucking-nightmares-but-I'm-outta-here finger; what better way to spend their independence day?

Happy Independence Day to the people who take their freedom and live their lives the way they choose - because our lives are really no one else's choice, and our freedoms are no one else's decisions.

Happy Independence Day if you do what you love and you follow your heart's law.

Reflection on Nationalism

"Somehow we must learn to draw the line between the nationalism that is required for reasonable self-respect and self-determination and the nationalism that leads to jingoism, enemy formation, and blind patriotism and thereby interferes with the development of world community."

The Different Drum: Community Making and Peace by M. Scott Peck

We Are Always Changing

Stability results were moderately high which suggests you are relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.
Orderliness results were moderately high which suggests you are, at times, overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.
Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.

trait snapshot: clean, secretive, does not make friends easily, observer, hates large parties, risk averse, perfectionist, reclusive, solitude loving, more practical than abstract, does not like to stand out, high self control, intellectual, mind over heart, very cautious, takes precautions, respects authority, irritable, emotionally sensitive

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Lila

Reading Lila, the follow-up to Robert Pirsig's Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance:

"Experiments have shown that spiders fed LSD do not wander around doing purposeless things as one might expect a 'hallucination' would cause them to do, but instead spin an abnormally perfect, symmetrical web."

Excellent...

Finding My Own Zen

white people are so scared of black people
they bulldoze out to the country
and put up houses on little loop-dee-loop streets
and while america gets its heart cut right out of its chest
the berlin wall still runs down main street
separating east side from west
and nothing is stirring, not even a mouse
in the boarded-up stores and the broken-down houses
so they hang colorful banners off all the street lamps
just to prove they got no manners
no mercy and no sense
and i'm wondering what it will take
for my city to rise
first we admit our mistakes
then we open our eyes
the ghosts of old buildings are haunting parking lots
in the city of good neighbors that history forgot

i remember the first time i saw someone
lying on the cold street
i thought: i can't just walk past here
this can't just be true
but i learned by example
to just keep moving my feet
it's amazing the things that we all learn to do
so we're led by denial like lambs to the slaughter
serving empires of style and carbonated sugar water
and the old farm road's a four-lane that leads to the mall
and our dreams are all guillotines waiting to fall

i'm wondering what it will take
for my country to rise
first we admit our mistakes
and then we open our eyes
or nature succumbs to one last dumb decision
and america the beautiful
is just one big subdivision

By the wonderful Ani Difranco.

Lazy Saturday Afternoon

Ah, a day off. It feels like it's been so long. Watching Wag the Dog with Jeremy, sitting around in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Heaven. Smoking, eating, drinking iced tea and doing nothing. It's so wonderful. A thunderstorm has been rolling through since the morning, rain has been minimal but the lightning is superb, just beautiful. Hayden is scared by the thunder, but it makes him so cute and snuggly. Such a great day.

This week has been crazy, in a good way. Last Wednesday, Jeremy found a cheap concession cart in New York, and on Thursday he left to drive east and check it out. He found a great cart, and bought it, and just flew home on this past Thursday. It'll get here on Tuesday, and then his business is officially open. Excellent.

I was readmitted to NAU (as a resident!), and I just received my financial aid package. Paid For! I didn't even get this kind of a package when I was a freshman. I'm so pumped, this is great news.

My benefits from work start at the end of this month. Three months at my very first real full-time job. Huh. I didn't think it would be my style, but it's been working out. I wear jeans on Fridays. I write my own paycheck. I can make myself tax exempt if I need a little boost, it works out.

My mom booked a trip for the bitch's mom. She (that bitch) is working at a bridal store, and is looking for another job. Her mom wishes she had 'taken time off ' before finishing school so that she might have a hope in finding a job. I am a bitter little person, I know it, but I just delight in this knowledge.

Anyway, while Jeremy was home I called and I got to talk to a bunch of freakin' cool people in Philly that I miss very much. My friend has had a girlfried for seven months and I've never even met her yet.

Ask Yourself

What is one of The Lamest things that can happen, on a Tuesday (Snoozeday) morning? Oh yea, Your car stereo gets jacked. That's right.
Who would have the nerve to do such a shitty thing? That's just what I want to figure out.

Oh man, what a whirlwind of a week it's been. Let's see, what happened - oh yea, working. Lots and lots of working. My (re-) acceptance to NAU. Wookie went to jail. Jeremy went to Phoenix just about every day this week. Did I mention work, filling up my precious hours, time I could have been non-productive and relaxing. 4/20 was this week! Exciting. So now I find myself, on Friday evening, eating some yummyness, 5:00 out of work early and - I'm STILL not done working. Icky. Three more hours I've signed up for, just 15 minutes of time to myself and then it's - yes - back to work. What a week. Is it Saturday yet?

Summer time in Phoenix! We're going to swim and drink margaritas and be merry. Life is good. Weekends rock my world!

"Upon waking in the morning, think to yourself, 'I am awake in a dream.' When you enter the kitchen, recognize it as a dream kitchen. Pour dream milk into dream coffee. 'It's all a dream,' you think to yourself, 'this is a dream.' Remind yourself of this constantly throughout the day."
-Tenyin Wangyal Rinpoche Tibetan Yogas of Dream & Sleep

Adventures in Non-Profit Land

So once upon a time, in our fair town, there was a quiet Tuesday night. This peaceful evening was interrupted by three little bratty brats, who made it their job to drive our narrator crazy. No matter how many games and puzzles they emptied onto the floor, it just wasn't enough for them. Now, our narrator was doing her best to entertain these little hooligans, so they took a field trip to the bathroom, which involved toilet-flushing games, hand-washing games, and hand-dryer games, as well as child-airplane-water-fountain games.


The only relief our narrator could find was in returning the minors to their parents, but the kiddies just didn't want to go. They refused to put their shoes on, leaving their jackets, to run back to the bathroom to play more bathroom games. Finally, the parents rounded up and left with their little circus of a family.


What do I find when I return to the office today? Candyland! Memory! Let's Go Fishing! Just the very games to entertain the little ones with next time!


Thank God and Baby Jesus and even Pope John Paul for the answer to my prayers! DONATIONS! Now that's what helping people is all about...


Moral: Don't EVER try to entertain children without Candyland.

heh heh heh Suckers!

If I was living almost anywhere else in the country, I would have lost an hour of sleep last night OR would have been to work an hour late this morning (depending on whether or not I remembered to change the clock)... but we don't observe Daylight Savings Time!! I'd just like to say hahaha to all the suckers who lost an hour last night. The promise of gaining it back in half a year just doesn't make it worth it...

A Breath of Fresh Air

Watching a community of dogs in my yard, and their crazy ways of socializing... the neighbors hanging out here and there, playing in their yards in the warm sun. All their dogs, playing and stealing each other's chewies and bones and tennis balls and wandering around. So nice to be in the sun. Some doggie newcomers wander over, to join in the festivities. Ah, the spring.

sitting with the dog

deep in thought...

the view from here

And then she’ll surprise you arms full of lavendar... yes

I am sitting here to write about nothing in particular. Sipping herbal tea with extra echinacea, to fight the last little bit of winter that is trying to stick around in my body. News today, a recent test came back not completely normal - somehow I knew, I expected the news, and I was completely not surprised. Nothing serious, and it will probably disappear before the next. Mmm, the tea is good, menthol-ly in a good way, like the first drag of a Camel Menthol Light that has just come out of the freezer. My best buddy is going to bring home soup for me, and it's going to be the highlight of my day. In fact I think I hear him pulling in right now, or maybe just wishful auditory hallucinations - either way, I'm happy. My head is full of tori lyrics, and words, as I'm finishing her book and have been listening to her latest cd for days that are turning into weeks, and still I am satisfied, always finding something new to ponder. ---- Ooh, Soup Time!

Schopenhauer's Porcupines

I recently finished a wonderful book, Schopenhauer's Porcupines. I found out that I am a porcupine. Arthur Schopenhauer's fable goes like this:

"A number of porcupines huddled together for warmth on a cold day in winter; but, as they began to prick one another with their quills, they were obliged to disperse. However the cold drove them together again, when just the same thing happened. At last, after many turns of huddling and dispersing, they discovered that they would be best off by remaining at a little distance from one another... A man who has some heat in himself prefers to remain outside, where he will neither prick other people nor get pricked himself."

Man can I relate. I know a song that also relates this story, by Maggie Estep. It's called "I am an Emotional Idiot" :

"I am an emotional idiot, so get away from me. I mean, come here. Wait, no, that's too close, give me some space, it's a big country, there's plenty of room, don't sit so close to me. Hey, where are you? I haven't seen you in days... God, you're so cold, I never know what you're thinking. You're not very affectionate. I mean, you're clinging to me, DON'T TOUCH ME, what am I, your fucking cat? ... I am an emotional idiot so get away from me, I mean, MARRY ME."

So there it is, the story of my love life. When trying to share an emotional partnership, the question is: How close is too close? There is a safe distance in intimacy, and I think it varies from moment to moment. Some moments beg to be shared, in each other's arms, toes wiggling in front of the fire. And sometimes I just need my own space, my own corner of the world where I can't be bothered. Surely good communication is important, as well as recognizing your own needs from moment to moment. An unrecognized want to be alone can turn into yuckiness: clinging, out of fear of one's own desire to be alone; fighting, to create a safe distance from the other in which to think.

What is with the "Conservative" party anyway?

I move to call the Republican party the "Wasters".... There is NOTHING "Conservative" about their actions!!! So many resources... money that could be feeding and teaching and housing the kids left behind, all of the great government programs that have been left behind - for bigger guns, bigger tanks, bigger missiles. Guess what Wasters - better technology did NOT win Vietnam! How soon we forget...
If I was president... damn, I'd be so cute. Lots of rich people would hate me. Lots of people would benefit from what I would change. I would be held accountable for each of my actions and I would be glad to sit down and tell whoever wanted to know why I was doing what I'd be doing.
And I would do it all in the name of the New Conservative party... the Actual Conservative party... I would conserve what is left of our natural environment and create a better world.

I'm Rich! I Quit this Job!

Okay so I'm not really rich... but I did get my tax return and I'm feeling like a sugar momma. Did you ever notice how much easier it is to be conserving when you have limited resources? And then, when you aren't feeling so limited, you are more likely to be wasteful? This is a paradox of my life. I love nature and I don't want to ruin it with landfills and garbage, and yet when I'm not short on cash I'm much more likely to just trash something that is perfectly recyclable. Or something that could be put to a more creative use, without going into either trash bin. Resourcefulness... our world has limited resources, but we are powerful creative resourceful beings. I've noticed that when I have a little money, I act like I'll always have a little money, and I'm quick to buy unnecessary things and throw them away. I feel like I've been raised as an American to do this. And when I look at the actions of our government, I feel like they were raised that way too. Why conserve the resources we have and only take what we need, when we could have All of it now? But when it's gone, it's gone baby. Everything we are fighting for right now is so fleeting - it's possible that by the time Iraq can stand on its own two feet and we can completely leave them to themselves - their massive oil wells will be depleted and their last drops sucked up by American SUVs. It's possible that in 20 years SUVs will line every landfill and be completely useless because of their massively wasteful anti-conservative gas tanks that can not function without the resource that we used more and more each year until it was - POOF - gone. And all of these SUV-driving healthy young folk will soon be old, and will find as they check into the hospital that all of that gas they squandered driving to all the places they could walk to - could have been used to make all of the plastics used in hospitals for things like making sick people well. And perhaps they'll find that the resources they used without thinking could actually have been used to save their own lives.

Creating a Better World

Today was a workshop on the 40 Developmental Assets, which I got to attend through the Americorps program. The 40 Assets are all basic, commonsense things that contribute to help create successful people out of our community's children. The more assets a young person has, the more likely they are to succeed. The day really left me with a strong feeling, verbalized by the African proverb: It takes a village to raise a child. (Scary thought: me? helping raise the children of my community?? Ah!) But really, these are so commonsense, but it really helps to talk about them. It really helps to use them intentionally. So basic, so simple: Greet a child by name. Basic relationship building ideas, for use specifically for children. Specifically for building a stronger community. Community: a group of people. Flagstaff has something to offer that Philadelphia does not: Community. I feel a part of a strong community, where people attend workshops on how to raise our village's children better, and to raise confident, strong, capable adults.
http://www.search-institute.org

Sometimes only the words of others...

...
i want somebody who has a tortured soul
some of the time
i want somebody who will either put out for me
or put me out of misery
or maybe just put it all to words
and make me go, you know
i never heard it put that way
make me say, what did you just say?
i want somebody who can hold my interest
hold it and never let it go
someone who can flatten me with a kiss
that hits like a fist
or a sentence, that stops me like a brick wall
if you hear me talking
listen to what i'm not saying
and don't ask me to put words
to all the silences i wrote
don't ask me to put words
to all the spaces between notes
in fact if you have to ask, forget it
do and you'll regret it
i'm tired of being the interesting one
i'm tired of having fun for two
just lay yourself on the line
and i might lay myself down by you
but don't sit behind your eyes
and wait for me to surprise you
i want somebody who can make me
scream until it's funny
give me a run for my money
i want someone who can
twist me up in knots
tell me, for the woman who has everything
what have you got?
i want someone who's not afraid of me
or anyone else
in other words i want someone
who's not afraid of themself
do you think i'm asking too much?

Spiritual Hedonism

The problems with creating your own spirituality. So many motives can affect the seeking of truth outside of the realm of science. My experience with ecstasy has shown me just what a hedonist I can really be. I was once in the sway of what I see now as a petty, minor, young drug. I was young too, and learning of something new. I fell in love with a different aspect of life - a secret world I had glimpsed, feeling only love. Only love for everyone, a connection with total strangers. Feeling that which connects us all, connects us to the earth and every living thing. The hidden power of the universe. Feeling our true - often hidden - Nature.

"Ecstasy is not a 'happy drug'. It by itself does not do anything. That 00 gelatin capsule... does not contain any warmth, joy, wisdom, or experience. It contains a salt of millions of a rather simple organic molecule. All identical. The ecstasy and joy come from within YOU. That is your natural, instinctive consciousness when you aren't poisoning yourself with fears, hangups, and stress. It is a glimpse of the true empathy, calm wisdom, and energy you POSSESS when you are living HERE and NOW... not based on the past, future and fear. MDMA is a chemical kep to the paradise within each of us." - Brett

The truth is that this simple little drug had altered completely what I perceived of the world. I was finally cut free of the excruciatingly short leash of the Catholic world. I was finally free to a direct experience of God - or, of ourselves, our deep spiritual nature. Buddhism teaches that ecstasy and bliss lie on the other side of enlightenment. To experience ourselves purely as we are is to be blissfully happy. Is this a hedonist doctrine? No - because it requires concentration, dedication, hard work - or so I imagine - to reach an enlightened state of being. Living only here and now. Whereas ecstasy will get you to the here and now - will bring you directly into the holy, blissful moment - upon it's release in the bloodstream. So is this cheating, or just a glimpse of something better on the horizon? To seek pleasure for pleasure's sake is the dangerous path. To seek truth for the sake of pleasure - perhaps just as dangerous. To seek truth for truth's sake - pleasure. Hmm.

The basis for my spirituality is quite simple. Seeking to live in the present, in this supreme moment; and to seek the direct experience of God - that which we are, and that which we are always connected to. This spirituality could never be a religion.

Hedonism

Sensitive New Age Guys...

You are a New Age Girl!

You're bright, opinionated, and dedicated to changing the world.Even if it's one hybrid car at a time, you do you part to make things better.In fact, you may be so busy with your causes that you have little time for love.Take an extra yoga class or two, and you just might meet New Age Guy!

This should definitely say that I am a hedonist. Or would it be masochist? Desiring always for my own pleasure but lacking that - desiring to feel anything, as long as it's real. I had the saddest dream last night, about an oooooooooollllllllllddd old lover, from so long ago. Living here brings up constant memories. On my drive to Phoenix last weekend, I realized the last time I took that drive was with him. On my way to a plane home. And he took my car to Vegas to get married to that blonde bitch (I said he could use my car for Emergencies Only). Jerk. But I've really missed him so much since I moved back here. I was able to leave this place, and put it behind me during a two day drive, and start a new life without any trace of him. And now I'm back, and I look around me, and I half expect to see him everywhere. And I find that most of the time I Want to. Driving past the last place I ever saw him - the memory seems nearer to me now than it was two years ago. It's been so long. Would I even recognize him? Would I still see what I used to see in him? Is he as different as I am from those old days? I dreamt last night that he came back - his room was just as it had been left - and I finally felt right again.

I digress. My current situation has nothing to do with that stranger, as he surely would be to me now. I am just longing to feel that insatiable; I am reliving these memories - voluntarily putting myself through all the old feelings that long healed, the last scabs long gone. I've just felt that I live such a contented life, that I live in a home full of love - and because I live among such love, I rarely feel it in any overpowering capacity. It's like wearing your coat inside - at first you're really warm, and it's all you can think about, how warm, even hot. And then you forget all about it, and you realize later that you're still wearing the coat but you feel completely comfortable. You don't notice the warmth even though you are. I am warmed by this love.

But I am a hedonist at heart, and to the bone.

Learning to Rationalize Belief

Unicorns, aliens, ghosts, God. As a child I wanted to believe anything was possible, and so I kept an open mind with every idea and every fantasy I encountered - the wilder the better. I believed it all. With a desire to regard anything that could be true as a truth, I could suspend my disbelief even after the movie had ended so to speak. I have grown into an adult with beliefs that astrology, tarot, palm reading must somehow all work. I've seen evidence in my own life. But I make an effort to not be a gullible person. I am. I believe what I want to be true, and thus my world is made up of, to the scientist, lies and half-truths. But I am an idealistic person, and I can envision a more beautiful world in which each and every person grows to realize their full potential. My politics follow suit. I am a registered Green. Even though I have never seen it done, I believe in our propensity as a species for social equality, justice, an equal and fair distribution of wealth. To that scientist, I want to say "up yours" -- but before I do, I realize the fact of the matter is, my world is based on a lot of scientific evidence. A lot of things I rely on in my daily life was rigorously tested over and over - the work of so many men and women making mistake after mistake to finally realize a fundamental piece of information about how we are made up, and how we fit into our world. The evidence is showing a universe that operates much like each and every cell in our bodies. The idea that we are each a tiny cell in one very large organism is an idea that I could not have envisioned better. So the question remains, how to integrate beliefs and scientific findings. How to be skeptical in the face of "flat earth" believers (something I luckily never believed, probably due entirely to the time and place of my birth) and yet still retain faith in that which science, as yet, cannot touch? A related question: how to integrate science and religion? Science is a great truth-seeker, as far as it goes. But the fact remains that it attempts to make value-free non-judgements, while at the same time subjectively experiencing that which is being tested. There is no such thing as objectivity - even someone as gullible as I knows that - in such an interconnected and interrelated world. Not to mention how often science must often change its answers in light of new evidence. Can our present system of science ever touch anything that has deep and personal meaning to people all over the face of the world - namely, belief in God, mysticism, prayer, faith? Will science ever be able to tell us the purpose and meaning of our dreams; of our lives? I suppose the only answer for certain is that we don't know anything for certain. The incompatibility of science and anything not of the physical world should create jurisdiction, and acceptance. Acceptance of all ideas, however uncertain, until something can be said one way or the other.

"Both skepticism and wonder are skills that need honing and practice. Their harmonious marriage within the mind of every schoolchild ought to be a principal goal of public education. I'd love to see such a domestic felicity portrayed in the media, television especially: a community of people really working the mix - full of wonder, generously open to every notion, dismissing nothing except for good reason, but at the same time, and as second nature, demanding stringent standards of evidence- and these standards applied with at least as much rigor to what they hold dear as to what they are tempted to reject with impunity." Carl Sagan, from The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark

Winter

Closing in on the end of the season, so close to spring I can almost taste it. A happy thought - warm days getting longer, nature waking and blossoming to life. The winter here has been beautiful, and cold, and long. A sweet reprieve in Phoenix last weekend, balmy 70s, we all got a little bit of sun on our pale winter faces. The boys went swimming with a few other kids who were already looking like summer.

Three feet of snow and more coming down

Work

Sitting at work, pretending I'm busy, pretending I'm earning the money I'm being paid. What is the point of work? Money. What is the point of money? Separating people who have it and people who don't. I don't have money, but still I'm at work, for the money I don't have. My bosses have money. Are they better people than me? There's not an easy way to tell. Do they have more money than me? That's easy to tell.



Liz & Captain Quadro

Beginning

"Ultimately, man should not ask what the meaning of his life is, but rather he must recognize that it is he who is asked."



Jen