mei

I'm very lucky. My mother taught me to read so early that I have no memory of being illiterate. She always made my brother and I her #1 priority. She raised us with few rules, preferring to let us figure most things out for ourselves. Her influence guides me daily. I'm very lucky to have her.

I was raised Catholic, though I gave it up just before confirmation (haha). But when I set foot inside St. Peter's Basilica in Vatican City I struggled to keep from weeping. I was silent, fearing that the only sound I could make would be a sob. My knees were weak and my lips trembled. I wanted to drop prostrate upon the ground and declare my sins before the tourists of the world. But I kept my feet and held my tongue. Soon the feeling passed. That was the last time I believed in God.

I think you'd look just smashing in dark lipstick.

(Forgive the lengthiness of the comment. It's that darned English degree acting up.)

I was talking to my boss today about an experience of sound grander than anything man can ever create...It was a jet taking off across at the Austin airport which at that time was adjascent to a neighborhood. That sound was so huge that it filled infinate space and moved across my field of hearing like the breath of the divine. the sounds we make fill a finite space coming from a point. this sound was all around me and filled up everything! I try to imagine what it would take to make something like that. I like to sit at the beach and listen to the intricacies of the surf. there are so many layers to that sound moving across my field of hearing and I love to try to imagine what I would have to put together to create what I hear...

I am grateful for sound...

I hear you on the finances, girl - I'm unemployed now, and I just got back from the store where my debit card was declined - for $12.55!! Sheesh.

I love your entry - do you write? You seem to have a gift for prose. Your writing flows beautifully.

Anyway - It was a nice surprise to see your response to my journal...good to know one of my favorites cares!

*kiss*

i'm glad you're feeling better Mei. You're too pretty to be stuck feelin sick

i'll have to try that damp towel thing tomorrow night. thanks for the tip!

I hope you are well, well, well by now. Having our food-enjoyment apparati disabled for any length of time is problematic to us epicures, yes? I send rejuvenating beams.

get better soon.

stormed here last night, and there's a tornado off to the west a bit.
gonna gather Toto and head for the storm cellar.


there's no place like home....there's no place like home.....

...sounds scrumptious...

Mei, now you have me all worried...

After you told me about this blatent act of stupidity and lack of taste, I decided to look into this whole handwriting evaluation business.

Apparently, it's called "Graphology" and there are graphology personality tests you can take online. It all sounds very cooky to me, as my handwriting says that I am some sort of psycho with an assault rifle who's one step away from going postal.

Or the material I was reading was written in 1973, long before people stopped using pens on a daily basis and learned the art of 80wpm touchtyping...

We report, you decide. Any way it goes, this is just more proof that lawyers are scumbags.

youre a good one, youre destined for something good.

Five days. OK. I'm worried now.

Happy Bloom's day.

If you could bear with me for a bit I'll have your poem ready by the end of the week.

A job to have while you keep looking is a good thing.

And if you are happy won't that make them proud? Beisdes it's their genes that helped give you the body we are so thankful you share with us.

oink

hmmm...is that a good thing or a bad thing??

I'm not high as a kite...I'm just waiting for the sun to show its face so we can go play outside...

I saw your thread about nationalist/ethnic homelands, and I wanted to strongly encourage you to find a book I've read some of, and am still going to read more of, called Blood and Belonging by Michael Ignatieff.

I found out about Ignatieff from a Iraq war debate on cable TV. He was arguing in favor of invading Iraq to help the Kurdish people. In this book, I learned a lot about the Kurds from his trek through Kurdish areas in Iraq and Turkey. (I personally don't think they were helped by the Iraq war, but anyway...Ignatieff is not usually a war-hawk, btw). I've also read the chapters in the book on French-Canadian nationalism (Ignatieff grew up in Canada) and various groups in Ukraine (Ignatieff had Russian roots and went to see caretakers of his ancestors' land there).

Also, I'm currently reading The Brothers Karamazov.

I haven't be out to a range in years, but I seem to remember liking the kick on our old 30odd6, bigbaddaboom.

You shall beguille them in the interview I just know it, and if not they are heartless bastards bereft of even the smallest part of a soul which all things share, so you wouldn't like working for them.

Tell you what, you get your camera and I'll get a camera and we can do online yoga classes;..... y'know that ain't a halfbaked idea.
*strokes chin while wearing thinking deep thoughts face*

Have fun in your steel wool scrubathon shower.

i wish that the voice over the shoulder would be my grandma finally explaining that she wears depends, and we hug and walk into the night, when we get home she calls me leroy and gives me fifty dollars, as she walks out the door she turns and says "oh-no" i say "what" "i just shat my new diaper" i tell here its okay and give her back the fifty dollars so she can buy more.......

oh well, you don't need a masters degree to be smart and deserve the job. Thesis writing in undergrad... wow. I'm glad I don't have to write one. Heh.

I promise no limerick from me. The only thing wrong with yours was calling me hip. Limericks are dangerous, aren't they?

Anyway it will take about a couple of days for you to get your poem. I want to take my time and do it right. No more of this rushing just have posted that very instant.

Good luck with the interview! They be stupid to not hire you.

you, and your lovely words... you're at it again. i'm a Mei's-journal-holic, due to the addicting and inspiring prose found within, like Delirium and Dream worked together in your mind.

in retrospect, what i just said sounds really warped.

Mei=visions

OK. I can consider working up a new journal entry, now that you've visited. It wasn't going to happen until.

"Flatterer ... " Guilty as charged, I guess! But you see just enough differently than I do to make me gleeful about reading you.

It's like when someone picks up a bone from your plate, says, "You missed this," and bites into the meat left on it.

Or like when you cover one eye with your hand, check the view, then cover the other eye to do the same -- and find what a difference the inches between two eyes can make.

Or maybe it's like something else, Miss Luna Moth.

today a pear cider with the nieghbours
the champange is always cold
for the time you drop by

I dislike the noisy boards as a forum for talking about anything that matters, so I figured I'd throw in my half-cent about drunken kissing here.

Having been on most sides of the experience several times in life -- I've been drunken kisser, drunken kissee, and I've been the significant other of the drunken kisser and the drunken kissee -- I'd probably tell him, especially if it's bothering you not to. Things like this happen after a few drinks.

As a man, when I've been told about the event later by my girl, I've been touched ... this more than anything else ... by the fact that she felt it was big enough to mention. As if even the appearance of unfaithfulness, or the slightest fear of hurting me (should I be told by someone else) was something that must be dealt with up front.

Of course a lot of it -- most of it -- has to do with your relationship with the boy. I've also been in situations where the person doing the "drunken, irresponsible, meant-nothing" kissing ... whether it was me or her ... was really doing something he or she would like to be doing on a regular basis, because of less than complete happiness with the current partner. I think a person has to pick that up from other cues, within himself/herself and by signals from the other person. They're hard to miss.

The above may be 1.5 cents worth.

[Edited on Jun 10, 2003]