Cathartic as hell.
1. This American Life the Movie...have you seen it? Fucking hell! Go and see it. Last chance = May 7th. And then come over and let's talk about it. We'll drink lots of fluids and smile and smile and smile.
Podcast = click this
2. New shoes. I will not bore you with the details just the overview. (And yes, I DO mean that I will just bore you with the overview.)
It goes a little somthin' like this:
Hard to decide.
Many to adore.
Chose the best "mom" shoe.
Am still winning.
(They are that good...)
3. 7 deadly sins. Also known as, emotions. I have them. They do not mean what I thought they meant. I thought they meant I wasn't me, that I was a failure, that I was deplorable, that I was wrong and stupid and mundane. Now I realize, that they are just an indicator of my sense memory, my vulnerability and my vitality.
They are okay. Soon? We will all be pals.
4. Alanon. Not bad.
5. Church. 'Eh.
6. Neko Case. Weeeeell....aside from spending the whole time so jealous I couldn't breathe, it was great. Got a nice teeshirt too. Resolved some um, issues.
7. Mood chart. My therapist encouraged me to chart my moods. It's been rad. For years I've been all about personality tests, astrology, anything that would tell me who I was. I'd read and analyze and compare and tests the tests, and always always, come to this conclusion: this shit is whack! But I never realized that to learn more about myself I could just, observe myself. Had some success. LOVE my chart.
8. My Stroke of Insight. It's a book. Definitely not for everyone but I liked it. As someone who's a little emotionally repressed it was enlightening. As someone who is interested in brains it was intriguing. I have a copy if you want it.
(Ahhhh...technically, I finished this two weeks ago, technnically...Ahhhh)
9. I picked a career. Probably. At least, I've made some key decisions. I do not want a job that involves: healthcare, cells, or designing products. For those of you paying even moderate attention to oh, let's say 40% of what comes out of my mouth on any given day, you will know this is significant. I like Chemistry. So, I've determined to ride that train as long and as far as I'm able, with the hopes of teaching high school since I like children. We'll see...won't we?
Although I still want to become a better writer and still think being an ambassador of science to the layman seems noble and worthy, focusing in on this as a career isn't appealing. It seems like something to do after one amasses some amount of mastery not before. In truth, I could just research and summarize and expound. It would probably be perfectly appropriate and I could find an audience but I deeply desire some sweaty exploration into a topic. My expectation isn't to be the best or the first, just to be on the crew. I want to find out as much as I can about chemistry because I like to think about it and unfortunately I haven't studied it enough yet to be able to do so on my own. Definitely, this feels a bit like a dalliance but I hope to balance it out by refining my crush into a passion that I can share with some hormonal, bored, coerced, spoiled, teenagers.
For some reason, all of this sounds like fun.
