the Meat & Potatoes:

I think about stuff all the time. Abstract ideas and concepts that belong in open discussions and conversations. Ideas, philosophies, questions that need to be thrown out, argued, countered, challenged, defended and put into practice.

Our lives are our very own experiments… which can only become stronger, better, and closer to right, the more we are challenged. Challenge requires exposure, it requires risk. And as people, as humans, we must decide that the risk to stay the same is scarier then the risk that will force us to grow and change. It’s a lesson I know, and that I have repeated over and over and yet it is still so easy to lose sight of it. It is still so very easy to get caught up in the day to day safety of patterns and expectations. It’s way easier to say “I can’t” then it is to say “I can figure it out and I will” and follow through.

Attach this to a world in which it is so easy to connect with others and its a wonder how so many are still so utterly disconnected. Now we “know” a lot of people but we don’t know anything about each other. Maybe the strangers are the ones we need to be sharing with, they are the ones that don’t fit into the patterns and expectations. They are the unknowns that can still surprise us.

i catch myself

getting all wrapped up in accomplishments, in history, in whats already been done, by me and by my peers. and i pause. i turn my head, and i look forward and i look up and i see the potential the refuses to be defined or bound by the walls of bygone accomplishments.

i can write here before you and be proud of what “here” is. but its a careful balance. the “what ifs?” get loud sometimes. but my mind is getting stronger… better at refocusing.

feelin’ the luck

so holidays that involve a celebration largely based around the tradition of drinking… not my favorite time to leave the house. BUT, i will say, holidays that involve people all trying to dress in variations of the same color, HUGELY entertaining… we need more of those. the funniest i think would be pink (and no, valentines day totally doesn’t count). but what would we call a dress in pink day? suggestions needed… all i got write now is something about tongues, and i just don’t think that’ll work.

disregarding my lack of public irish support, i am still feelin’ the good vibes of the leprechans and four leaf clovers. three good things happened today! coincidence? perhaps. but i prefer to believe in the spirit of luck and good fortune. coincidence implies random, and i still struggle with anything in life truly being random. circumstances have put us there. but i won’t really get started… because i haven’t gone on about chaos theory in a while, and i might end up babbling on for a while.

Ally McBeal meets Sex and the City

So last night I had two, mostly conflicting, thoughts. One, I remembered Ally McBeal’s line about wanting to wear a sign around her neck that said, “You’ve seen me dance, you should see me fornicate.” Awesome. Humorous. I think I want it in a tank top thanks.

But then, on the back of said shirt, I would like the text to say, “I’m just not that into you.” That awesomely epiphanytastic line from the dear charming Berger. I want to be able to point at it, or maybe just turn around will be enough, because damn some people are thick. The drunks I can mostly excuse, but please tell me why boys are inclined to think that stupidity, parol and jail time are suddenly charming benefits? I could go on, but I really don’t see much need, that is question enough.

Anyone in for one of the shirts?

Wacky mudtastic envelopes: Round 3

I had great artistic epiphanies between yesterday and today. Something, somewhere, somehow, clicked.

On the left we have the connected circles: falling, floating, bubbling. And on the right hippitastic flower power special: flashback to 1963.

And just wait. More tomorrow my dears. More tomorrow.

Giddy. So very very giddy.