I have the day off (glorious! although it occurs to me that I don't really mind being at work-- usually, minus some small complaints... I'm a lucky lady. yet! oh, and yet....)so i thought, hey Rayray (I wish i had cute pet names for myself. rayray, conveys an easy familiarity... I am not that comfortable with myself. we're working on it) two asides and I haven't finished my thought! lordy!
I have the day off and I thought to myself, rachel (not ms. lagomarsino... feelin silly), what's new? Ah, nothing. Back where I've been before. Not necessarily regressing, growing, evolving, whateves, but still, same old same old. IDONTWANTTHEYEARSTOBLENDTGETHER. I was telling my good friend, Hannah Barnes (lovely lady. A real lady. depth of character, etc)last night that I feel my youth is passing me by. That's ridiculous. I'm so young. Well, it is passing me by, but not at the accelerated rate I imagine it. I imagine everything at an accelerated rate. Probably why I have such anxiety whenever I hear/read about whatever catastrophe is looming. Ah, neurosis... did you know that "peccadilloes" is not spelled picadillos, which apparently are the more delicious of the two...
I have little to say. I had all of these plans to relax, etc today, but I feel wound up and fussy. Just being home is nice, I suppose. My dog, whom I take for granted, follows me around, breathing heavily, a reminder that he's there. I love him very much. is that what we do? Take these things for granted?
People are getting married, having kids... it's beautiful. I'm not ready for that, but it's gorgeous. My friend brad was buying diapers for his son yesterday and said that having a son was awesome... broke my heart. It's beautiful.
It'll be good... it is good. As I wrote this I got a text message picture from my mama of my cousin Allan in cap and gown for his college graduation. I am so lucky that I have a big family. It makes the holidays pretty neat. Allan is the youngest and he's a college graduate! How appropriate. Well, hammering this out and thinking about my friends and family has made me feel less wound up, fussy, and apocalyptic. Thank you for being here. Oh blogger! You always are. Wink!
We have limited time, limited time in this reality... the universe is a mystery. Do you wonder about your perceptions being altered? What if I was blind... so much more frustrated with my glasses off... what if I lost any sense, any limb, what about when my mind begins to betray me (either getting old or going crazy or both)... what about when we all cease to exist? What if what if what if? I am going to watch the sex and the city movie. cause I feel like it. what does that say about the state of things? eh?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
WIT!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ridicule
Here I have posted a wikipedia link for the french film Ridicule, which I was reminded of this morning on my preferred social networking site, Facebook.
One summer, after realizing how horrifically expensive summer school at my school was, I decided to audit a french film class (and yes, that is, as one of my friends observed, basically just showing up and watching movies. I wrote the papers too! And then stopped when I realized I was just creating more work for the teacher... I miss school. Do not be fooled, was a lazy/mediocre student...need to stop spreading that around)... anywho, we watched a lot of really cool french films and read equally cool articles about them.
I should be getting ready for work... and lord knows i can't be late on account of this. that would be wrong and embarrassing. So, let me just say that this morning I was reminded of this movie by interactions on Facebook... remake I say! The web as the new scene of the french court,wit (or what passes for it amongst us) rules... maybe you'd have to see the movie to understand my vision. I'm calling Hollywood! love, rachel
P.s. If such a movie did exist, i would not see it. It sounds awful.
Here I have posted a wikipedia link for the french film Ridicule, which I was reminded of this morning on my preferred social networking site, Facebook.
One summer, after realizing how horrifically expensive summer school at my school was, I decided to audit a french film class (and yes, that is, as one of my friends observed, basically just showing up and watching movies. I wrote the papers too! And then stopped when I realized I was just creating more work for the teacher... I miss school. Do not be fooled, was a lazy/mediocre student...need to stop spreading that around)... anywho, we watched a lot of really cool french films and read equally cool articles about them.
I should be getting ready for work... and lord knows i can't be late on account of this. that would be wrong and embarrassing. So, let me just say that this morning I was reminded of this movie by interactions on Facebook... remake I say! The web as the new scene of the french court,wit (or what passes for it amongst us) rules... maybe you'd have to see the movie to understand my vision. I'm calling Hollywood! love, rachel
P.s. If such a movie did exist, i would not see it. It sounds awful.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
For Sarah, who made my heart expand 7 times its girth this day
So, my friend Sarah, whom I met in Algebra class when I was a freshman and she was a sophomore in high school (I failed the class, she went on to geometry... I took it the next year and passed, again at community college and got an A! but this I credit to my awesome teacher... but enough about my sorted academic history, a confusing hodgepodge of F's and A's-- vacillating between brilliance and failure... eh... joking...)... so my friend Sarah, inexplicably enjoyed reading my blog (she claims) despite the liberties I take-- rambling and excessive asides. Besides being beautiful and one smart cookie, she is also very kind.
So, since I, as most people seem to these days do (http://www.slate.com/id/2213740/), enjoy talking about myself, I will continue the blog! And maybe adventures will follow, if I am so lucky ;)
So, I am back at home, working at the food co-op again and loving it very much. There is the most amazing confluence of good people in that place. It's wonderful. Bicycling, hanging out with my parents and my dog, seeing my incredible friends... today I want to write about the library.
Yesterday I went to the library and checked out many books. Here is the list, attempting to write it in the order selected(I like it):
The Bhaghavad-Gita: As It Is, translated by His Divine Grace Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
Hinduism edited by Louis Renou
Becoming a U.S. Citizen: A Guide to the Law, Exam, and Interview
(The order becomes a little hazy after this)
War Law by Michael Byers
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson
Don’t Know Much About The Universe by Kenneth C. Davis
Collapse by Jared Diamond
The World is Flat by Thomas L. Friedman
Hippie by Barry Miles
Ravelstein by Saul Bellow (definitely picked last)
A fine list! I want to rub my hands together with relish at the sight of the books splayed my bed. I slept next to the pile last night (really, a double bed is too big for a person of my size, not that I’m complaining), giving new meaning to the line my mother wrote in my 6th grade graduation present (a copy of my then favorite book Little Women) “One is never lonely with books as friends,” or something to that effect. Indeed, I was a lonely child (a weirdo), with a love for reading. I read constantly, manuals in the car, fiction on the playground… when I would go into my orthodontist’s office they would always ask me what I was currently perusing, and I would give them an excited account of the latest from the babysitter’s club (people are so patient with children). I think I read 50 books one summer (a large number to me, but maybe not to some folks) when I was in elementary school. As I adjusted socially, and got a little lazier, my love of reading tempered. Even now, I feel a little guilty for the escapism of fiction. Shouldn’t I be learning something? How do I know so shockingly little about politics?
But here is the sad truth about the list above. I doubt that I will finish two, if even one of those books. I get so excited at the prospect of learning… to the point that I daydream about how accomplished I will feel after the brain soak that is supposed to be occurring… my mind wanders and I forget to read. I also become so preoccupied with the life that I can’t focus. I swear, I would have been a much better student in college had I forsaken boys (but no one wants to hear about that)… and television was my vice in high school…
Don’t you love the library though? The promise… the free stuff. I have never been deprived, but I have also never had very much money, so to go to a place and consistently get as much of what I want, with no negative consequences… it’s a dream! Music of all varieties, so much information… you would think I would feel similarly about the internet by that logic, but I am mainly unenthusiastic, although I do appreciate it’s easy convenience.
In Seattle, on my days off I would make a little circuit. The donut shop (http://www.toppotdoughnuts.com/ aka heaven!), the library, the grocery store… actually multiple trips to multiple grocery stores… I love grocery stores… seriously. But perhaps the ode to produce will be written another day…
So, I don’t really have an ending to this. I’ve lost my steam. I love you.
Sarah works at the library. Isn't that cool?
So, since I, as most people seem to these days do (http://www.slate.com/id/2213740/), enjoy talking about myself, I will continue the blog! And maybe adventures will follow, if I am so lucky ;)
So, I am back at home, working at the food co-op again and loving it very much. There is the most amazing confluence of good people in that place. It's wonderful. Bicycling, hanging out with my parents and my dog, seeing my incredible friends... today I want to write about the library.
Yesterday I went to the library and checked out many books. Here is the list, attempting to write it in the order selected(I like it):
The Bhaghavad-Gita: As It Is, translated by His Divine Grace Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada
Hinduism edited by Louis Renou
Becoming a U.S. Citizen: A Guide to the Law, Exam, and Interview
(The order becomes a little hazy after this)
War Law by Michael Byers
A Short History of Nearly Everything by Bill Bryson
Don’t Know Much About The Universe by Kenneth C. Davis
Collapse by Jared Diamond
The World is Flat by Thomas L. Friedman
Hippie by Barry Miles
Ravelstein by Saul Bellow (definitely picked last)
A fine list! I want to rub my hands together with relish at the sight of the books splayed my bed. I slept next to the pile last night (really, a double bed is too big for a person of my size, not that I’m complaining), giving new meaning to the line my mother wrote in my 6th grade graduation present (a copy of my then favorite book Little Women) “One is never lonely with books as friends,” or something to that effect. Indeed, I was a lonely child (a weirdo), with a love for reading. I read constantly, manuals in the car, fiction on the playground… when I would go into my orthodontist’s office they would always ask me what I was currently perusing, and I would give them an excited account of the latest from the babysitter’s club (people are so patient with children). I think I read 50 books one summer (a large number to me, but maybe not to some folks) when I was in elementary school. As I adjusted socially, and got a little lazier, my love of reading tempered. Even now, I feel a little guilty for the escapism of fiction. Shouldn’t I be learning something? How do I know so shockingly little about politics?
But here is the sad truth about the list above. I doubt that I will finish two, if even one of those books. I get so excited at the prospect of learning… to the point that I daydream about how accomplished I will feel after the brain soak that is supposed to be occurring… my mind wanders and I forget to read. I also become so preoccupied with the life that I can’t focus. I swear, I would have been a much better student in college had I forsaken boys (but no one wants to hear about that)… and television was my vice in high school…
Don’t you love the library though? The promise… the free stuff. I have never been deprived, but I have also never had very much money, so to go to a place and consistently get as much of what I want, with no negative consequences… it’s a dream! Music of all varieties, so much information… you would think I would feel similarly about the internet by that logic, but I am mainly unenthusiastic, although I do appreciate it’s easy convenience.
In Seattle, on my days off I would make a little circuit. The donut shop (http://www.toppotdoughnuts.com/ aka heaven!), the library, the grocery store… actually multiple trips to multiple grocery stores… I love grocery stores… seriously. But perhaps the ode to produce will be written another day…
So, I don’t really have an ending to this. I’ve lost my steam. I love you.
Sarah works at the library. Isn't that cool?
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