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"Even the worst, most intractible kind of mistake beats the hell out of never even trying."
~Meredith Gray, Gray's Anatomy, ABC
random musings and events; tales of lunacy and hysteria; lightning strikes of intelligence accompanied by gibberish; stuff to amuse, rants to abuse; general nonsense that makes up my days, my nights and all the fluff in between
"Even the worst, most intractible kind of mistake beats the hell out of never even trying."
A friend emailed me this from townhall.com:
I think my dog has an Obsessive Compulsive Sniffing Disorder...Every morning when I wake up, she sniffs me from crotch to toe. She is not subtle about where she sticks her nose. When I emerge from the shower and am wrapped in a towel, she will sniff again. When I get dressed, she will once again peruse me with her nostrels. Sometimes she doesn't even wait for me to finish dressing before she begins her sniffing investigation. I wonder if it's some sort of marker, so she will know me when I return or if she is just a good bodyguard - sniffing everything I wear before I wear it - like in medieval times when they had a court taster to test the food for poison before the king would take a bite. Although, I must admit that she does not seem to care one way or the other about any of my clothes. She simply has to sniff me every time I change them. It is for this reason that I think she has a obsessive complusive disorder. She will even re-sniff me when I get home - as if to say, "Just Checkin." I've found that I have become desensitized to her sniffs. It no longer seems to bother me at all to walk three steps into my home each day with her nose in my crotch. It is somewhat alarming however to see her do it to my guests. Is there treatment for this? Should I pass out crotch guards at the door? Maybe I should have her nose removed....nnaaaaa! I think I will instead say to anyone visiting my home - "You have been fore-warned! If you bring your crotch to my house, you do so at your own risk. It will be sniffed!" Perhaps I will have a sign made and hung outside next to the door - like those Beware of Dog signs - only mine will say, "Beware of Dog Nose!"
My labrador is big and black. She's weighs about 125 lbs and follows me around like a shadow. Sometimes she follows me so close that she steps on my flip flops and I walk right out of them. She had a litter of 12 puppies 3 years ago. We kept two of them. Now I have 3 labradors - 2 black and one caramel colored. (I suppose that makes her a yellow lab, but she's really darker than yellow...) Now that the puppies are big enough to flop around the house, they have joined the follow-me parade. They will race each other to be the first one behind me. Sometimes, the puppies will follow me side by side as a pair, trotting along, each trying to nudge my hand into petting them. Sometimes I wonder if they follow me around because they are afraid of losing me. They will literally follow me everywhere I go. Into the living room, everyone get settled, into the kitchen to watch me get milk, back to the living room, now across the room to retrieve the remote and so the parade goes.
Last Wednesday, it finally rained - which is great for the rest of the area, bad for my basement. Yup, it flooded again. Only a couple of inches this time, but clearly something was once again not working properly. Called the sewage guys to come out. The declared that I had a collapsed pipe. But they were all booked up and could not fix it until Friday....two stinky days later - (why stinky you ask? Well, when water and sewage back up in your basement, it's stinky - FYI, running the air conditioner only makes the stinky spread through the house more evenly. But I digress...on Friday, the sewage guy crew shows up with a big backhoe and a van and a truck for hauling away stuff and they run a line and discover that there is indeed a collapse, and it is located under my driveway and sidewalk. In order to get to it, they have to cut the sidewalk, the driveway, break off a piece of railroad tie that holds in the flower bed and dig up the corner of the flower bed.
It is 110 degrees in the shade! (I used to say that when I was trying to describe how hot I thought it was.) But today, it's not just a euphemism - not sure if that's the word I'm looking for - it ACTUALLY IS 110 degrees in the shade! The air is warm enought to feel like you are wrapped in a blanket from head to toe. Thank god and goddes there is a wind (not breeze, wind) today - or literally everyone would melt. Just puddles of people lying around on the sidewalk.
I love being in the city. Don't get me wrong, the burb I live in is great - lots of character, older...none of those icky subdivisions. They even do three of four festivals a year where the whole town joins in...but, in the city, it's different. The energy is almost electric. I'm downtown for the weekend to sell a book that I am in charge of promoting for my company. We are set up at a Children's Festival that becomes more adult friendly after 8pm. I had resigned myself to 2 very long hot days of boredom. But last night this amazing jazz/blues/swing group that I used to go see in grad school played the festival.
I can feel myself slipping into the abyss. I'm not a depressive person, but i keep wondering how much any one person can take before they just disappear. I'm sure it's all very mundane - common even but it matters to me and I'm a little afraid that my breaking point is closer than I want it to be.
This is copied from a post on another blog - pretty scary how far we might let Bush go unchecked...
I am killing time between my lunch date and meeting friends for dinner. I have listened to 45 of the 80 songs on this particular playlist...
So I'm listening to the Eric and Kathy show this morning on my drive to work and they are talking about the new Dove billboard ads. And Eric quotes this guy from the newspaper who basically says that in his opinion, the billboards are unappealing because he doesn't want to see "chunky women" up on a billboard. Of course this sparks a big discussion as to the appropriatness of that statement, (i.e. can sizes 6-12 be considered "chunky"), whether or not there is a double standard (i.e. would women want to see "normal men" in the form of beer bellies up on a billboard rather than washboard abs), and, who are the ads geared towards anyway, (i.e. do women really care if men are turned off, because the billboard isn't advertising to them.)
I like this blog - great conversations and interesting comments. It's nice to read good, intelligent conversation.
A good friend sent me this - made me laugh out loud.
Several of my friends have birthdays in July. One friend's husband had a star in her astrological sign renamed for her. I didn't know you could do that. It's philosophically interesting...knowing that a celestial body, many light years away, has your name on it. Powerful...I find the ownership aspect of it interesting too. Again, knowing that something so vast and so far away belongs to you - if only in name. The idea of putting your mark on something that has existed for a minimum of thousands of years and will likely last far beyond your own lifetime is both empowering and immortalizing. I wonder if our modern and very personal claiming of the heavens will find a place in history. Astrological names for star groupings came from ancient navigation and mythology. Stories and techniques passed down from generation to generation and finally recorded in writing and passed between cultures. I wonder if my friend's name will find it's way into some myth for future generations to pass down and immortalize. It's romantic - as a gift I mean, creative. But also, reflective and spiritual in a way, otherworldly...like something watching over you. At the very least, a yearly reason to look heavenward - definitely better than cut flowers or a pair of slippers. Happy Birthday my friend and happy stargazing.
I have not posted in over a week. No real crisis - but I feel the need to write about something. Instead, I am lost in too many thoughts - so many things to contemplate, no one single idea fully formed. I have been steeped in history all day. This morning in the history of Art - Medieval Romanesque and Gothic art. Tonight watching Ancient Greece and Rome - first "Troy," now "King Arthur." I love that 1500 year span from Ancient Greece to just before the Renaissance. The proliferation and grandeur of the Golden Age of the Greeks and then the Romans, the Early Christian and Byzantine periods straight through the so called Dark Ages. It is such an amazing time of folklore, mythology, pagan rites and christian beginnings. And everywhere, amazing, symbolic, richly creative art. I used to be a great lover of Modern Art, Post-Impressionism and Abstract Expressionism in particular. Symbolism too. And I suppose I still do have an affinity for these periods. But I find, more and more that I am engrossed, enamoured even with the Dark Ages. (Of course, to love the Dark Ages is to understand and study the Golden Age before it.) So I am an admirer of the Greeks and Romans as well. My whole life has been about history in some form or other. My father is a great historian and even makes quite a lucrative hobby of his love of history. He has always loved early American history - the Civil War, it's cavalry in particular. But now he studies the cavalry of many ages, from the Napoleonic Wars to WWI. And I am drawn to the cavalry as well. But I find the political, religious, symbolic and visual imagery of a period even more fascinating. If you look hard enough, the art of any age will define each of these - government, spirituality - life itself. And so I swim around in my thoughts - enveloped in history today - reviving my brain cells with art and lore and cinematic interpretation. Here's to ever-evolving creativity!