I'm in a self-indulgent mood this evening. Let's see if that entails anything different than usual.
The Miami trip for 2007 is now almost certain. The Super Bowl is a notable event enough in itself, but spending a long weekend around male friends is a rare event for me, indeed. I can't help but wonder if my social life and its clear estrogen-rich theme over the last decade has warped. After all, the flatulence jokes I make these days aren't nearly as witty as they once were and I seem to be astoundingly in touch with my feelings. Let this be a cautionary tale for one and all.
The summer solstice is only a few days away, isn't it? The long days represent a pleasant diversion, but the temporary state of clear skies and relatively warm weather in Seattle always increase the regret factor when I decide to post a new entry into my SG journal instead of biking around Green Lake. I know that I'm plagiarising the idea from a well-known individual who expressed the idea far more eloquently than I have, but I figure that you knew that I don't actually have any original ideas of my own, anyway.
The demarcation between a jocular attitude and existential angst often seems to be a precarious one. Think how much we block out from our minds on a daily basis in order to make our worldview a little better. Staggering, no?
Not that you could ever really know, but where do you see yourself in 40 years? I'm hoping to become an embittered & tortured soul but I'm not sure that I can do that as long as the churlish wit of CorpHo fills my online time with amusement. I'm being serious, by the way. She's funny.
The Miami trip for 2007 is now almost certain. The Super Bowl is a notable event enough in itself, but spending a long weekend around male friends is a rare event for me, indeed. I can't help but wonder if my social life and its clear estrogen-rich theme over the last decade has warped. After all, the flatulence jokes I make these days aren't nearly as witty as they once were and I seem to be astoundingly in touch with my feelings. Let this be a cautionary tale for one and all.
The summer solstice is only a few days away, isn't it? The long days represent a pleasant diversion, but the temporary state of clear skies and relatively warm weather in Seattle always increase the regret factor when I decide to post a new entry into my SG journal instead of biking around Green Lake. I know that I'm plagiarising the idea from a well-known individual who expressed the idea far more eloquently than I have, but I figure that you knew that I don't actually have any original ideas of my own, anyway.
The demarcation between a jocular attitude and existential angst often seems to be a precarious one. Think how much we block out from our minds on a daily basis in order to make our worldview a little better. Staggering, no?
Not that you could ever really know, but where do you see yourself in 40 years? I'm hoping to become an embittered & tortured soul but I'm not sure that I can do that as long as the churlish wit of CorpHo fills my online time with amusement. I'm being serious, by the way. She's funny.
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(again..)
or course, i thought of you
C back in town yet?