I just thought I would mention:
You know you live in New York City when you are walking home from the gym on a MONDAY morning at 8AM and you turn the corner to see a pick-up truck sitting at the light. In the truck is an African American man in full NUN uniform (collar and all) smoking a camel cigarette and drinking a red bull...rosary beads hanging from the rear-view mirror and rap music blaring.
Lucky me, I did get to see the 'Rehab is for Quitters" bumper sticker on the dented back end of his 'ride' as he drove away.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Another Kind of Hangover
Too much wine? Too much bourbon? Sure. Next day? Hangover of the painful, headache, spinning kind. Purely physical and you swear to yourself- "Never again"-ya know- till next time. But this morning I awoke and realized I had another kind of hangover. I had been where I did NOT want to be for 8 hours. Trapped. Captive. It was worse than a shopping mall or sitting next to woman who wears no deodorant on a hot New York City Subway in August. I was in a dream and now I have awoken with a dream hangover.
Why do dreams leave this residue on us? Why do our minds' "games' while we slumber affect us so long after we wake? Why does this poo poo (technical term) energy that surrounds us when we have our first Cup O' Joe stick with us? I don't get it. All I do know is that my day has started and I cannot shake the nightmares, the out of control feelings, the abandonment, the fears. At least a mall has a food court. At least the subway has more than one car and air conditioning.
This is what I propose. Pills. Now, we all take pills. Don't make that face- yes you do. It could be Tylenol or something slightly more 'powerful' but we have adopted a world where we try to fix our lives by putting things into our mouths. I have no problem with this- Take em'. We might as well. But, I think we need to take this one step further. If you are a doctor or said scientist, please get crackin' on this one.
How about a dream pill. Can you imagine? One for each night of the week and each one a different color. Take a pink one and you have a dream of flying. A yellow one means you have a super human power for the night. A purple one gives you romance. You get my drift. Each pill makes different neurons fire in the brain and you awake feeling great because you had a dream YOU picked...or at least a topic. Your mind still has the free will, of course, but at least you are not being chased by a nut job with a knife (oops- I think I went off topic-that was last night's dream). No, I want to fly- I want to fall in love- I want to roll around on a pile of money....Yep. Then wake up and think, "Well, hell, at least my dream was awesome.'
If this is too BIG BROTHER for you- ok- I can see your point. But truthfully, there is no one more BIG BROTHER than your own mind. It is the one power you will never ever get away from.
That's my nugget for today. Ah, I feel better. Hangover may lighten up yet.
Why do dreams leave this residue on us? Why do our minds' "games' while we slumber affect us so long after we wake? Why does this poo poo (technical term) energy that surrounds us when we have our first Cup O' Joe stick with us? I don't get it. All I do know is that my day has started and I cannot shake the nightmares, the out of control feelings, the abandonment, the fears. At least a mall has a food court. At least the subway has more than one car and air conditioning.
This is what I propose. Pills. Now, we all take pills. Don't make that face- yes you do. It could be Tylenol or something slightly more 'powerful' but we have adopted a world where we try to fix our lives by putting things into our mouths. I have no problem with this- Take em'. We might as well. But, I think we need to take this one step further. If you are a doctor or said scientist, please get crackin' on this one.
How about a dream pill. Can you imagine? One for each night of the week and each one a different color. Take a pink one and you have a dream of flying. A yellow one means you have a super human power for the night. A purple one gives you romance. You get my drift. Each pill makes different neurons fire in the brain and you awake feeling great because you had a dream YOU picked...or at least a topic. Your mind still has the free will, of course, but at least you are not being chased by a nut job with a knife (oops- I think I went off topic-that was last night's dream). No, I want to fly- I want to fall in love- I want to roll around on a pile of money....Yep. Then wake up and think, "Well, hell, at least my dream was awesome.'
If this is too BIG BROTHER for you- ok- I can see your point. But truthfully, there is no one more BIG BROTHER than your own mind. It is the one power you will never ever get away from.
That's my nugget for today. Ah, I feel better. Hangover may lighten up yet.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
A Dinner Guest
You know how people ask you those dreaded 'party questions' like, 'what do you do?' which I HATE- It is the worst kind of label...."Hi, what's your name? What do YOU do?" Yuck....but then there are the other annoying questions...we can call them conversation starters. Anyone who knows me well knows that I have a plethora of them. Quite irritating, I know.
Here is one I was thinking about because I may just finally have a good answer to it.
"If you could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?"
OK-Now the clever or pious person says Jesus or maybe you are the psych major who wants to share a roll with Hitler but I think I have my answer and I have no idea if this person even exists. Please let me know if you know this person or better yet, you ARE this person. I will bring the wine.
I want to have dinner with a:
Gay, African American, Jewish Republican.
Yep. I said it.
No really. Think about that one.
You cannot tell me it would not be interesting!
Here is one I was thinking about because I may just finally have a good answer to it.
"If you could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?"
OK-Now the clever or pious person says Jesus or maybe you are the psych major who wants to share a roll with Hitler but I think I have my answer and I have no idea if this person even exists. Please let me know if you know this person or better yet, you ARE this person. I will bring the wine.
I want to have dinner with a:
Gay, African American, Jewish Republican.
Yep. I said it.
No really. Think about that one.
You cannot tell me it would not be interesting!
Sunday, August 5, 2007
Mirror Recall
"We do not see things as they are. We see things as we are."
Ok. I am sure we are all familiar with this quotation and rightly so. It has its validity. Case in point....the mirror. You look in it. You see YOU as YOU ARE....maybe not as the world sees you.
This could be good or bad, I suppose. But here in the streets of NYC where one sees everything, I do often find myself glancing in the direction of those whose mirror clearly has a defect. Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she does not have a mirror?
I am not saying my mirror is more just than hers but I think mine would throw something at me or break instantaneously were I to step in front of it in muffin top jeans with halter top, no bra and a cross between a mullet and an electrical accident. That second perm did not help either. 1980 was 27 years ago - when she bought that blue eyeshadow. That must have been a good year for her.
As I try not to stare, I remind myself that this very morning, she got up, ate breakfast, got dressed and looked at her reflection and said "Yes, I look brilliant!".
I am stymied.
Ok. I am sure we are all familiar with this quotation and rightly so. It has its validity. Case in point....the mirror. You look in it. You see YOU as YOU ARE....maybe not as the world sees you.
This could be good or bad, I suppose. But here in the streets of NYC where one sees everything, I do often find myself glancing in the direction of those whose mirror clearly has a defect. Let's give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she does not have a mirror?
I am not saying my mirror is more just than hers but I think mine would throw something at me or break instantaneously were I to step in front of it in muffin top jeans with halter top, no bra and a cross between a mullet and an electrical accident. That second perm did not help either. 1980 was 27 years ago - when she bought that blue eyeshadow. That must have been a good year for her.
As I try not to stare, I remind myself that this very morning, she got up, ate breakfast, got dressed and looked at her reflection and said "Yes, I look brilliant!".
I am stymied.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Mind Itch
After a full 8 hours of NOT SLEEPING, I have come to the conclusion that insomnia is poison ivy of the conscious mind.
Let me recap:
Oh it's late. Better get to bed. Why am I not falling asleep? What time is it now? Oh crap. I have to pee. Wow, look at that lightning. Maybe I should unplug my computer. No. Ok yes. I have to pee again. What time is it? I am gonna be so tired tomorrow. What do I have to do tomorrow? This bed is ridiculous. Why can't I get a comfy bed? Is it 90 degrees in here? Am I asleep yet? Nope. Maybe I was dreaming just now. Was I just asleep? Probably not. Gotta pee again. Ok. Seriously. Why am I not asleep? Now I am hungry. Don't look at the clock-you don't want to know- don't do it! Damnit. You did it. It is so late. I can do it. I have not forgotten how to fall asleep...Ok. Maybe I have. I wonder if that is possible? FALL asleep- NOW- do it. I think I have to pee again...
Repeat.
Because my sense of humor is SO stellar- I decided NOT to yell at the man picking through each bag of trash on the sidewalk just outside my window this morning. I cannot ask him to wait till after 6AM to get his money together for his next meal. So, I am up-sort of- and with the help of Mr. Coffee, I may just function today.
Bright side? When you don't sleep you don't have any nightmares.
Let me recap:
Oh it's late. Better get to bed. Why am I not falling asleep? What time is it now? Oh crap. I have to pee. Wow, look at that lightning. Maybe I should unplug my computer. No. Ok yes. I have to pee again. What time is it? I am gonna be so tired tomorrow. What do I have to do tomorrow? This bed is ridiculous. Why can't I get a comfy bed? Is it 90 degrees in here? Am I asleep yet? Nope. Maybe I was dreaming just now. Was I just asleep? Probably not. Gotta pee again. Ok. Seriously. Why am I not asleep? Now I am hungry. Don't look at the clock-you don't want to know- don't do it! Damnit. You did it. It is so late. I can do it. I have not forgotten how to fall asleep...Ok. Maybe I have. I wonder if that is possible? FALL asleep- NOW- do it. I think I have to pee again...
Repeat.
Because my sense of humor is SO stellar- I decided NOT to yell at the man picking through each bag of trash on the sidewalk just outside my window this morning. I cannot ask him to wait till after 6AM to get his money together for his next meal. So, I am up-sort of- and with the help of Mr. Coffee, I may just function today.
Bright side? When you don't sleep you don't have any nightmares.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Fascination
i have to admit a morbid fascination with the tabloids and all things trash. why be bombarded with the realities of life that are often too painful (war in iraq, disease, hunger worldwide, etc.) No- my escape is celebrities that give us endless entertainment off camera. i admit- i always look at the cover of OK! magazine. what is lindsay lohan doing (will she go to the slammer or won't she?) or britney spears?-the woman cannot possibly get more moronic...it is possible? sure- just wait till tomorrow.
why do we care? i have come to a conclusion.
because, at the end of the day, we want to know that there is someone out there who is more stupid than we are. luckily, each day gives us countless examples of this. ah, i can rest my head on the pillow a little easier at night. so horrible but so true.
why do we care? i have come to a conclusion.
because, at the end of the day, we want to know that there is someone out there who is more stupid than we are. luckily, each day gives us countless examples of this. ah, i can rest my head on the pillow a little easier at night. so horrible but so true.
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