Thursday, June 07, 2007

Superman underwear

In the last several weeks--especially the last couple--I've had to accept that certain things are just not going to get done, and more importantly, that this is okay, maybe even good. Because while I do get frustrated w/ my inability to slip into machine-mode--home from work, eat cheese, check email, pick up apartment, sort something, wine run, cheese run, watch movie/read/write/wander--I'm realizing that almost nothing I do actually needs to get done. At least not in such an organized manner.

As I've been noting way too frequently here, the writing's weird these days. Not much going on in terms of the freelancing (RW chef story cut due to chef's sudden departure from restaurant, essays for Health and RW under endless consideration, no new mag story ideas to speak of), but I'm starting to come to terms w/ this, reason being, when I do get the rare urge to sit still and give a go, the picture's a little sharper: 'Uh, why are you saying it like that? You were there, you know it felt like this.' Okay, so it's a one-time observation, having occurred three days ago for like two hours. But I'm excited. I'm working toward assuming the best, waving off anything less as challenging but work-throughable.

Also cool is the impression that, when I operate w/ care, treading toward what I'm pretty convinced is progress, the payoff--increased acuity, and not just in my writing, but in the way I look at the insanity around me--builds. Or maybe it's just that I'm wearing brand new contacts today. It's like Nintendo, man. I'm finally paying enough attention to be able to pick up a few tricks,* and in the process, I'm racking up extra lives, or extra life.

Still on life, clicking through the covers, some very evocative quotes. I love the fullness of this (Clooney):

"The more time you spend with the people in the camps, who are holding on by a whisper and still believe that their lives will be better," he says, "the more you believe that anything is possible."

Of course, Bush is conspicuous in the lineup. I guess I wasn't aware of the extent of his contribution, hardly pennies. Too bad it isn't higher still, plausible were it not for certain otherwise-directed funds, an investment that has had a completely different impact on humanity. Bleh, ending on a negative. Sorry.

Oh wait, not negative: My lovely and amazing friend, A, though she may be a scientist by trade, makes pretty things for girls. Love.

*That eight-turtle stomp move was hard, and I'm proud to say I was the only neighborhood kid to land it w/ any consistency. Take that, Little Chris.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 3:41 PM