Saturday, September 23, 2006
I’ve got this friend…
... let’s just call her “Jen” since that’s a fine name which she usually responds to. For years the many forces of modern life have pushed her hither and yon. Bills to be paid. Office politics. Friends’ crises (she’s a super-caring person much affected by those around her), and the busy sweep of modern life.
This morning her eyes opened to new and different possibilities. She was reminded that she’s damn smart, she has twenty or thirty or more working years ahead of her and she’s bursting with all sorts of potential to do things differently. Make her life anew. If only it were spring and we could cue the birdsong and show her walking through the park smiling with tuplips bursting out, the movie credits could roll on another happy ending/beginning.
Who knows where all this opportunity and newfound confidence may lead—bookwriting, bakery building or somewhere else? Doesn’t matter a bit. Right now it’s time to glory in the goodness that is a well deserved boost to her self-esteem.
Monday, September 18, 2006
A quick survey of my 4 or so readers
I HATE getting my hair cut.
A few things I would rather do than get my hair cut include:
- change the oil on my car (myself)
- paint my house in the hot sun
- fly long distances (including dealing with security checks)
- suffer a nasty hangover
- have my teeth worked on
You get the idea. I really don’t like getting my hair cut.
So, I’m wondering, am I nuts? Cuz I totally think there’s be a market for a hair salon where they’d give you nitrous oxide and knock you out until the whole unpleasant experience was over.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Random Acts
In keeping with the new theme of rejecting modern life in 2006 America, I will not only be laughing at the ludicrousness of It All, but I will be supplementing the usual daily requirement of random acts of kindness with a new type of act I hope will catch on: Random acts of chaos.
If I can’t do at least one thing each day that leaves someone scratching his or her head, I’m not trying hard enough.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
A psychotic break?
It is with all due gravity that I must announce that the man formally known as ‘mouse appears to have suffered some sort of psychotic break. He awoke Saturday morning after eight hours of comfortable sleep. Sometime during the night his ability to take life in modern American society in the year 2006 completely disappeared.
Last seen he was walking about chuckling gently at folks being walked by their designer dogs. He almost fell down laughing at the sight of two people earnestly negotiating over who would next be owned by an ugly, surly, stinking mechanical contraption made by the Bavarian Motor Works. Strangely the man who was receiving his freedom also received a stack of little green bills, which had he any sense at all, he would have thrown away, but which he instead petted with affection.
Continuing his walk he observed several people who had allowed small appliances to attach themselves to their ears. Apparently affected by advertising images, insecurity or lack of creativity, these people talked constantly. Rarely listening. Never being alone with their thoughts.
And on an on he wandered, lost in a crazy, alien, mixed-up landscape.
While we suspect that by Monday morning, when the crush of the workaday world may well re-exert its proper somnabulatory effect, it is possible that ‘mouse may be a lost cause. Worse yet, he may be developing into a dangerous revolutionary.