9:00 AM on Sunday is no time to rev up your chainsaw. At first I blamed Craig, our neighbor across the street, because it seemed to be coming from that direction and I could sort of forgive him because I know he works during the week. Then I realized it was coming from next door: retired Larry, or more probably Larry minions.
After about ten minutes, I groped through a couple drawers and pulled out some earplugs. It was quiet for a while, but then I could still make out the muffled high-pitched whine.
Eventually I crashed out and had a dream in a high school setting which involved my locker being destroyed and feeling like I was wearing ear plugs even after I'd pulled them out in the dream. Also, my knees completely gave out and I started to fall. There was the briefest moment where I decided not to grab for the wall of lockers (like I expect I would in life), but instead reached for the young guy friend who'd been walking the halls with me, subjecting him to dead weight. I could tell that I kind of liked him which made my choice all the stranger. There was nothing romantic about hanging on to him with my arms around his neck, regaining the strength in my knees and legs. If anything, my sudden near collapse was alarming to him, but when my equilibrium was restored, he just set out to help me with my mangled locker. It looked beyond repair to me: bent, missing the door's hinges, installed upside down; I started looking for an empty locker, bigger and better than the one I'd had before.
One year ago at TTaT: Note to self
tags: chainsaws, strange dreams
21 January 2007
18 January 2007
To Memorize
The American version of the OED and a Webster's collegiate dictionary both define memorize as: to commit to memory; learn by heart.
Learn by heart? Are you effing kidding me? A cliche is not a definition. How is someone supposed to look up 'learn by heart'?
And then there's words that are defined by their own roots. At this point in my life, I can see that it may be a space issue in printed dictionaries, but it can still be mighty irritating.
One year ago at TTaT: Flood
tags: dictionaries, bad definitions, words
Learn by heart? Are you effing kidding me? A cliche is not a definition. How is someone supposed to look up 'learn by heart'?
And then there's words that are defined by their own roots. At this point in my life, I can see that it may be a space issue in printed dictionaries, but it can still be mighty irritating.
One year ago at TTaT: Flood
tags: dictionaries, bad definitions, words
17 January 2007
Gimme some Dirt
I admit it, I'm hooked: Dirt. What a great vehicle for Courteney Cox.
One year ago at TTaT: The Turn of Obsession
tags: Dirt, Courteney Cox
One year ago at TTaT: The Turn of Obsession
tags: Dirt, Courteney Cox
16 January 2007
Other People
I don't expect much regarding the quality of library CDs, but I do wonder what the hell people do to them. Eat lunch over open cases? Key the discs to assuage their aggression? Stand on a pile of CDs and do The Twist? When I gingerly tried to pry open a booklet that was badly stuck together, it smelled of vomit; I promptly put it back and washed my hands for a right long time.
Is it so hard to hold CDs by their edges and not spill stuff on them or throw up all over them?
In other news, Fitena is hosting Carnival of the Mundane this Friday. She's accepting entries until Thursday the 18th. More details and submission info is available here.
One year ago at TTaT: Tagged
tags: CDs, CDs from libraries, Carnival of the Mundane
Is it so hard to hold CDs by their edges and not spill stuff on them or throw up all over them?
In other news, Fitena is hosting Carnival of the Mundane this Friday. She's accepting entries until Thursday the 18th. More details and submission info is available here.
One year ago at TTaT: Tagged
tags: CDs, CDs from libraries, Carnival of the Mundane
14 January 2007
10 January 2007
Well, here goes peeps
I'm about to take a stab at installing some more memory in my computer. If I suddenly disappear for some lengthy stretch... something went awry. Cross your fingers.
See you on the other side.
UPDATE: Success! I did end up enlisting some help though. "Press gently" my ass. It's not like it was hard, but the stress it caused made it seem hard. I confess I'm still a bit leery knowing that only 3 screws keep my computer from plunging into my desk. Sometimes it's nicer not knowing how little is holding something together.
See you on the other side.
UPDATE: Success! I did end up enlisting some help though. "Press gently" my ass. It's not like it was hard, but the stress it caused made it seem hard. I confess I'm still a bit leery knowing that only 3 screws keep my computer from plunging into my desk. Sometimes it's nicer not knowing how little is holding something together.
Decisions and anti-decisions
Why does doing what's best for yourself always seem so hard? I'm making bad decisions, or rather my indecision/refusal to choose is a bad decision. It's so easy to just say I'm waiting until I figure things out, and it's a near total cop-out.
I felt like I was ready for change around my birthday a few months ago, but it didn't take that long for the status quo to become comfortable again. That's the catch: it is comfortable, easy even, and any of the changes I should make won't be. It's hard to embrace struggle when it will leave me with less than I have now. I need to figure out what I'd gain from the change. Until that becomes specific and real to me, and outweighs the hassle of struggle, outweighs my life now, I don't see myself making it happen. (Unless by whim, I make one large change which instigates a cascade of changes; it's been known to happen on occasion.)
Inertia coupled with anxiety- don't forget the existentialism!- is capable of powerful constraint. Just writing about it makes me feel a bit sick.
When I was a kid, I never really considered what my life would be like beyond college, but I did presume that I'd have more answers than questions by now, that things would sort themselves out. I suppose I still want that to be true, but I need to get on with sorting it out myself.
One year ago at TTaT: Mom reinterprets a classic
tags: musings, change, inertia, making choices
I felt like I was ready for change around my birthday a few months ago, but it didn't take that long for the status quo to become comfortable again. That's the catch: it is comfortable, easy even, and any of the changes I should make won't be. It's hard to embrace struggle when it will leave me with less than I have now. I need to figure out what I'd gain from the change. Until that becomes specific and real to me, and outweighs the hassle of struggle, outweighs my life now, I don't see myself making it happen. (Unless by whim, I make one large change which instigates a cascade of changes; it's been known to happen on occasion.)
Inertia coupled with anxiety- don't forget the existentialism!- is capable of powerful constraint. Just writing about it makes me feel a bit sick.
When I was a kid, I never really considered what my life would be like beyond college, but I did presume that I'd have more answers than questions by now, that things would sort themselves out. I suppose I still want that to be true, but I need to get on with sorting it out myself.
One year ago at TTaT: Mom reinterprets a classic
tags: musings, change, inertia, making choices
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