Creepy Synchroniticies
I have been in three different commercial establishments today
(starbux, supermarket, drug store). And at each store i heard
elton john muzack. I can't be sure what it means, but there is
definitely some sort of disturbance in the force.
Cultcha
My friend M. translated that sticker from tokyo - you kno, the one with the sleek green background and the cartoon little duck girl that i've got on my laptop - she said it reads:
i went downtown on sunday ... and no one noticed me
itz so awful, i have to laugh, i mean... i could be missing some deep
cultural understanding, so i apologize in advance, but that seems like
some pretty heavy crap to lay on any pre-teen girl. like they're
not already insecure enough.
but then again, i may be completely off on the cultural meaning of the
message. The Japanese fascinate me, but in truth, like most
roundeyes, i know fuckall about the richer context of their traditions
or mores beyond james-clavell-esque westernized fantasies. So,
hell, for all i know "going downtown and not being noticed" is really a
positive message.
so rather than meaning something like "i went downtown on sunday, and
no one noticed me because i am a worthless duck girl"... maybe it
really means something like "i went downtown on sunday, shoplifted
these stickers, and i will get away with it because i am a sly little
duck girl, and no one noticed me"...
I can't wait to show M. the other stickers i have too - especially that
one with the picture of the Hello Kitty type character who's eating a
bowl full of little Hello Kitty heads. Because that shit needs some explaining.
Dead Letter Office
I am a bit tipsy right now and I just lost the most dubious blog
entry. It ranted, it wailed, it named names. You can thank
mojira that it disappeared into the ether. Lost, gone,
guilty parties unindicted... itz quite possible that ex-bfs were
temporarily slandered... how lucky this confluence of grace!!! No
telling exactly what kinda checks i wrote that my body could not have
cashed in that lost entry. **Whew** Dodged another bullet there.
Ack MOment of Drunken Awareness
So much for frikkin self-medicating. I mean, if the point is to
be blissfully numb, protected and in denial from the awfull-ness that
your wayward ways bring you to then, dammit, i fuckt that shit
up. Somehow ended up here on the extreme end of it where the
chateauneuf du pape, and the tuna tartar, and the kobe beef, somehow
magically coalesce into that moment of drunken dialing the ex-bf, only
to hear.... "this number has been disconnected..."
whoa. yeah.... total loser - hello!
Metrics
I always wondered just how long i was capable of a sustained
relationship commitment. Back in high school i was good for about
6 mos. By college i had worked it up to two yrs. Well, i
just finished a nine year gig and have reached the following
conclusion: although there is a lot of growth and wonderful-ness
that came out of the nine yr stint... somewhere just after 6 mos is
actually probably about the right length of engagement for me...
because itz typically right after the initial 6 mos that the crappiness
starts. If you can deal with the crappiness right then, great, if
not, walk the hell away, b/c i promise you, the same crappiness will
still be there (and in even a more malevolent form) nine years later if
you try to ride it out.
Civil Libertaries
After seeing trailer for "North Country" on TeeVee with Psh:
psh: ...and i just have to offer up my respect to all those brave early feminists - itz because of them that i get out of at least 4 hours of work...
Unbridled Revelry Alert
Bet you didn't know that -
In the sixteenth century, Dutch fine food fanciers cultivated pickles as one of their prized delicacies. The area that is now New York City was home to the largest concentration of commercial picklers at the time... By 1659, Dutch farmers in New York grew cucumbers all over the area that is now known as Brooklyn. These cucumbers were sold to dealers who cured them in barrels filled with varying flavored brines the pickles were sold in market stalls on Washington, Canal and Fulton Streets.I am going to get all my chores done today, because tomorrow i celebrate International Pickle Day.