So, when we rented our apartment, the agent told us that we could hire this guy to paint us a few accent walls (or all the walls if we wanted). When I told Issa, he was excited. I was excited that he was excited and then…
Well, it has become apparent that Issa and I have quite different taste. If I were to sum his taste up with a piece of art it would be this:
And if I were to sum up my taste in a piece of art, it would be this:
He wants clean lines and I demand whimsy. Although I desire to respect his need for order and peace, I can’t help but feel as though the cold winter air is blowing through me when I am confined to a two tone color palate…
We will have to figure out some way to negotiate around this issue–and by negotiate I do mean get him to understand that the home is MY domain. Suggestions?
So, I saw the latest Michael Moore film, Sicko. Now, I have to preface this post by saying that it is quite difficult to keep from being carried away when Michael Moore presents such a compelling argument for why you should be carried away…but, I will do my very best to remain relatively objective if you, my reader, keep in mind that I am on Michael’s side of this issue anyway.
After watching this movie I hardly know where to begin with my reaction. Disgust, disappointment, dismay…and yet, I really don’t know why the highlighting of all of the problems with our healthcare system is such shock. I suppose it is because the movie is essentially depravity concetrate and if we were to add water (i.e. dilute the healthcare problems with all the other problems we are facing in this country), then it doesn’t seem so bad…at least for us relatively healthy individuals with some sort of insurance.
So, because there are so many issues raised by this movie, I have determined that I will attempt to do a little bit of balancing out of the facts presented in the film by Moore. For this, I shall turn to Wikipedia! No, just kidding–well, sort of…
So, please stay tuned…I need a bit of time to parse through the facts…
Apparently there has been a major power outage at some kind of data center that runs some major websites such as craigslist, typepad, and livejournal among others. I, for one, am in a panic. What in the world did I ever do before craigslist?? I am having a garage sale tomorrow…HOW WILL I TELL PEOPLE?? Good — thing — I — bought — paper — bags — the — other — day — because — I — am — hy-per-ventaliating.
I am going to go to bed and act like this never happened.
I am sitting here and listening to the rain outside. It’s sloshing, yes, sloshing against the window panes….the water is coming down in sheets and the wind is turning the chime on someone’s balcony into a frenzied single instrument sonata.
A few minutes ago I got up to close the window because the rain had started again and things were being blown around. I looked out the window first and noticed that the fountain in the courtyard had overflowed…flooding the courtyard. Inside the deeper end of the fountain, there are thick cherry blossoms. Its quite striking, actually. The only light, coming from the moon reflecting off the thick layer of pinkish-white petals that are being driven together in a blanket atop the water….
And I think to myself that it is such a sad thing that tomorrow, the cherry blossoms we had for such a short time will quickly turn brown…and the tree has been stripped of it’s spring…
And the rain, it’s sad as well…so angry sounding and yet so impotent. I keep hoping that for it’s own sake, that it will break through the window and flood the rooms of my apartment…I keep hoping that it will win the war it is waging against my building…that nature will triumph…such fruitless rage….
Save the tree blossoms and some small branches from the trees, it won’t win….and even after a long night of such profound effort, tomorrow, the rain will stop and the water will disappear in the light of day. The discarded food wrappers that have been carried away by the small-scale flood will return from their hiding places in short order…
But, for now…there is comfort in knowing that nature will continue to argue with us a bit…keep us from getting too comfy in thinking that we can dominate the earth…harness it. So, I will hide inside and mourn for the crushed cherry blossoms that will soon turn brown and be swept away by the man who is responsible for keeping the pool clear of what debris may come…and for a while, this night will stay with me…and I will be reminded that I am not in charge of everything…and that calms me.
Well, it’s over….the bar is done and allow me to say that you made quite the impressive showing!!! I have never seen a more dedicated soul. You amaze me at every turn. You put everything you had into this and you even put things I didn’t think you had into this. You are a brilliant, hard-working, committed person who I am quite proud to call my husband.
You have an exciting future! I can’t wait to see what you will do next.
All my love,
Me
So, I have been sorting through some stuff that my mother has decided to purge from her posessions. The rest, I am photographing and placing on craigslist. I have, however, been waffling back and forth about one particular item…should it stay? Should it go? I think it really hinges on the fact that I am not so certain that Issa would be thrilled to have it somewhere in our home and I am not positive I could make it blend in.
This item is a hand carved wooden duck that was in our home for quite a while. It’s not the most attractive or classy thing on the planet. In fact, there is nothing really special about it that I know of…but I recall looking at it when I was much younger and being amazed that someone would carve a duck out of wood and then someone else would buy it. There was, apparently, a market for carved wooden ducks and so why should you stop there?
What else should you carve out of wood and sell? Elephants? Giraffes? Turtles? How many of each of these things could possibly be out there and still make a profit for the manufacturer?
I suppose, to me, the duck is a piece of art. It is an object for the sake of having an object…it has no utility. So, even though I tend to collect things, the things I collect are not so much sculptures as they are vases and bowls and candles. I have a difficult time with items that are just to look at…
Perhaps that is a function of the fact that I have moved so often in the last several years…but looking at this duck and contemplating posting it out there for some stranger to come and pick up in exchange for a buck or two was just too much for me to handle and so I decided: That’s it! I’m keepin’ the duck.
So, I just got done changing my myspace mood to pissed off. Why am I pissed off? Because something has been eating at me. For many of you who know me, this summer marks the 1 year anniversary of someone doing something that seriously hurt me…emotionally speaking.
This person was someone I didn’t even know directly and yet her reckless, unkind and thoughtless actions wounded me so deeply that I have yet to fully recover. Sure I have healed, mostly. It’s not as though I am an emotional cripple or anything because of what she did…but it has changed me forever. Because of what she did I find myself less trusting…a bit more cynical…a little bit harder…
So, anyways…it has been bugging me the last week or so that she knows full well what chaos she inflicted on my life a year ago and has never EVER taken a moment to e-mail or call me to apologize…and you know WHAT? I deserve it. I DESERVE AN APOLOGY.
Of all people, she should know better and yet…she goes and tries to mess with my life. So, while I am not the type to hold a grudge, really…I am soo angry about what she did and I am not quite certain that I will ever be able to resolve this issue without an apology from her.
Since I doubt she will ever read this, though…I am wondering what you–my faithful readers–think I should do. Should I solicit an apology? Should I just try to let it go? I have a feeling I know what you will say but keep in mind I was VERY hurt and now I am VERY angry.
It’s not really my thing to be commenting on celebrities, but I am laying here watching the news and just heard that she was once again sent back to rehab for cocaine and alcohol. She was just released last week! I remember watching her as the little girl on the Parent Trap…I remember her public statements regarding her father’s own struggles with addictions…I suppose what I want to say is that I am very sad and kind of scared for her…I am afraid that she thinks that her life is the only way to live…when I was 21 I was planning my wedding…I was working towards a more stable life, and I don’t know that she knows even where to begin to work towards a more stable life. It’s as if she thinks that she has reached the top and there is nowhere else to go and so she will just self-destruct.
I can’t help but wish I could hide her away from people taking her picture and partying with her. Give her some real time to be a real person…not a starlet…I am afraid she doesn’t have much longer on this earth at the rate she is going…
I know this seems a little odd but I will be praying for Lindsay. I hope if you are reading this, you will too. It’s not just fodder for tabloid fire anymore, this is a real person…she truly needs a miracle.
Well, I am having a hard time sleeping. Issa is staying at his dad’s while taking the bar exam. I know that right about now is the time he does that weird touch his face thing….and instead I have two snoring farting dogs sharing the bed with me…ok, well it’s pretty much the same as having Issa here–different species….
Well, I just wanted to say that I had such a great time last night. We went to this awesome restaurant and took a romantic carriage ride around Seaport Village…I will write more about that later but for now…I want to say…
Good luck, honey! You have worked so very hard to get to this point and I know you will do well. I love you! I miss you! Hurry up with the silly test so you can come home to me.
Well, Babe…
It’s been two years since our wedding and wow! We have been through and done so very much since then! Two big moves and life changes later, here we are right back where we started..this time as a married couple. Did you ever think this was where we would be? When we were young this life seemed so far away and now it seems as though we can’t stop the days from flying by….
Well, Issa, here is what I really want to say: Tomorrow is a big day for you–for us. You have worked harder and been more dedicated to studying for this exam than I have ever seen…and you, sir, are a pretty dedicated guy. I want you to know that the best gift you could have ever given me on our anniversary is the gift of knowing that you will always take care of me. You will always use all of your resources to make sure that I am safe and secure.
I just wanted you to know that today, on our anniversary…no card or flowers…nothing is better at showing me how much you love me–how much you care…than your dedication to our future.
I love you so very much, Issa.
Happy anniversary.
Love,
Me
