Life is good. Just getting settled into my new job. On the other hand, I need to find a new place to live. I am doing a pretty good balancing act here.
This weekend was oh so quiet. I didn’t go out at all on Friday or Saturday night and I can’t remember the last time that happened. I stayed in, watched My Man Godfrey and Sullivan’s Travels (my goodness - don’t Veronica Lake and Joel McCrea make just about the most attractive couple ever?), started reading The Virgin Suicides, drank coffee, finally got my sewing machine out of our storage room/pantry to make the shirt above, and just so you don’t think I’m completely lame - I did make the trek down to Bridgeport to finally check out Maria’s and decided that black lagers are my choice drink for fall.
Hey, me too…minus the whole productive and cultured part of your weekend. I played video games and ate ramen. The shirt is awesome and your drink of choice even more so!
das backpfeifengesicht*
I try to let go of things that don’t matter, and not to get unnecessarily upset, but some days are harder than others.
Oh, the joys of being an imperfect person. How reassuring that no matter how far I’ve come I still have so much further to go.
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* a face that cries out for a fist in it
I do not want to start ranting, but I thought I should share a couple thoughts. I do not like the term, “imperfect person.” You are the one and only version of you, impossible to copy or recreate. I agree that we always have room to learn and grow; it is why we all get up in the morning. However, to imply that any person is imperfect is no different than implying that the sky is blue. It is what makes us human. We are all unique and should be celebrating who we are. I try to simplify it all with my motto on life, “It can only get better so I will keep doing what I do.”
PBR bingo at Boiler Room
Tonight, 9:30pm.
Just sayin’.
Wha-wha-whaaat?! I hate that even if I lived in Chicago, I would still have to abstain due to class tomorrow. Student life has its pros and cons. I will just have to wait for the weekend!
被爆者 (ひばくしゃ)
I lived in Hiroshima for a few months back in 2007. I met a hibakusha (atomic bomb survivor) named Shibata-san soon after I arrived. This man, then a young school boy, miraculously survived the explosion while his friend and the school nurse were vaporized in an instant. He was left stranded and alone in the center of the city. He shared his story with me one afternoon after a friend and I come over to visit and practice our calligraphy. I truly wish I could tell you everything I heard that day. I was still struggling to understand Japanese at this point. However, I can recall one thing that he told us about, “The rivers were FILLED with bodies!”
I still feel the terror and anguish every time I think about it. It is hard to explain the connecting and deep love I have to the Japanese people. Living right in the thick of a city that only decades before had be complete destroyed in an instant really changes your perspective on life. After you have seen the deep scars that run through an entire people, you cannot ignore the suffering and pain that conflict causes in this world.
I am ranting about something that I cannot explain. So please just take this thought with you…
Stop fighting. Stop hating. Stop warring. Stop oppressing. Stop discriminating. Life is far too short and far too uncertain to waist your time making someone else wish they where dead. Making someone else feel like they are not even human. We are all just human. That is one race. One chance. Please help get it right!
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RX Bandits - It’s Only Another Parsec…
The Bandits have, and will, always be one of my favorite bands. I feel like they have grown in the same ways I have, mirroring my progression through this life with their lyrics and tones. A relationship I look forward to continuing. Music is the underpinning for all I am and all I will become.
