Thursday, July 19, 2007
"these are the days of our lives"
In the midst of preventable plane crashes in Sao Paolo, mysterious gas explosions in New York City and plastic Emmy Award commotion, an elementary school class raises money for their janitor to take his dream trip with his wife to San Francisco... and that, makes this world...not such a bad place.
Friday, July 13, 2007
In Heat...
...because it is a thousand degrees in New York, and two thousand underground when waiting for the subway
in heat...because my walls are red, my sheets are red and almost everything in my room is red
in heat...because it is Friday the 13th, and six years ago today I left the Motherland to pursue something better
in heat...because I "still haven't found what I'm looking for"
in heat...because even though I want to, Bob Marley is telling me not to cry
in heat...because I am starting to live, think and act, like one of those weird beings called adults
in heat...because becoming one makes me realise that Boys II Men never happens
in heat...because that means I am doomed to have children with a "child" in a bigger body
in heat...because THAT means I am doomed to be a single parent
in heat...because in spite of all that, I have a burning yearning to breastfeed the fruit of my loins
in heat...because every month I discard another warm, comfortable, safe place to grow
...can somebody get me some ice water...or snow...infact, just bring me Alaska...like NOW!
in heat...because my walls are red, my sheets are red and almost everything in my room is red
in heat...because it is Friday the 13th, and six years ago today I left the Motherland to pursue something better
in heat...because I "still haven't found what I'm looking for"
in heat...because even though I want to, Bob Marley is telling me not to cry
in heat...because I am starting to live, think and act, like one of those weird beings called adults
in heat...because becoming one makes me realise that Boys II Men never happens
in heat...because that means I am doomed to have children with a "child" in a bigger body
in heat...because THAT means I am doomed to be a single parent
in heat...because in spite of all that, I have a burning yearning to breastfeed the fruit of my loins
in heat...because every month I discard another warm, comfortable, safe place to grow
...can somebody get me some ice water...or snow...infact, just bring me Alaska...like NOW!
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Alone in this Craziness...
A few months ago I decided I wanted to have a baby. Well, I have always known I wanted to eventually have kids, but I suddenly became super-ready for the stork to tap on my window and make his delivery...and then a few seconds later I got over it.
My theory is that people have mini versions of themselves in order to escape their lives and start living vicariously through the "little ones", so it is some kind of reincarnation, and they have a chance to redo or do-over (shout out to Texas!) their screwed up lives and try their best not to screw it up the next time... or the next few times around.
What they don't realize is that the "little ones" come with their own little brains and little personalities that are likely to morph* into adults that will inevitably screw up their own lives or at least get bored of living them and decide to spice things up by having more "little ones." And the cycle continues...
So, we do need people around us, usually a partner and then possibly kids later. We need this person so that we don't go insane! The fact that there is another human being who knows my life is screwed up and thinks their life is screwed up, but somehow if we come together we will see that our lives are not screwed up as long as we are together, and help each other, and share things, and love and cherish, in sickness and in health...until...well until it just gets too much to handle, and we fish out the prenup papers from the wedding china cabinet...um...I think I should stop, because I am kinda rambling...
*Please note, I have now used the word(or adaptation of it) morph twice in two consecutive blogs! I think it is my new favourite word...after woo. But woo is still pretty high up there...hint hint...anybody wanna woo me? Lol, now I am just being silly, but I do think a silly blog entry is in order...once in a while...to keep the sanity...
My theory is that people have mini versions of themselves in order to escape their lives and start living vicariously through the "little ones", so it is some kind of reincarnation, and they have a chance to redo or do-over (shout out to Texas!) their screwed up lives and try their best not to screw it up the next time... or the next few times around.
What they don't realize is that the "little ones" come with their own little brains and little personalities that are likely to morph* into adults that will inevitably screw up their own lives or at least get bored of living them and decide to spice things up by having more "little ones." And the cycle continues...
So, we do need people around us, usually a partner and then possibly kids later. We need this person so that we don't go insane! The fact that there is another human being who knows my life is screwed up and thinks their life is screwed up, but somehow if we come together we will see that our lives are not screwed up as long as we are together, and help each other, and share things, and love and cherish, in sickness and in health...until...well until it just gets too much to handle, and we fish out the prenup papers from the wedding china cabinet...um...I think I should stop, because I am kinda rambling...
*Please note, I have now used the word(or adaptation of it) morph twice in two consecutive blogs! I think it is my new favourite word...after woo. But woo is still pretty high up there...hint hint...anybody wanna woo me? Lol, now I am just being silly, but I do think a silly blog entry is in order...once in a while...to keep the sanity...
Monday, July 2, 2007
Blissfully Sleeping
Last night I slept for fourteen hours...and it wasn't a hang over!
FOURTEEN hours! That is like two nights in one! And I'm pretty sure I had five different dreams! My newborn niece probably doesn't even have that luxury! Her little stomach won't let her sleep for more than three or four hours at a time!
On one hand it was incredible, to just sleep with no end in sight, on the other hand, the metamorphing adult in me thought it was a lot of time wasted. Either way, it happened, fourteen blissful hours. I'm still trying to figure out why I was so exhausted. Could it have been because I had spent at least a quarter of the day before tracking down a poetry club in lower Manhattan with someone whose legs are triple the size of mine or the fact that I make drinks with Italian names all day, or could it have been a good catch up since the last eight hour sleep I had...
I think I am going to set aside one day a month when I can sleep for two thirds of the day...I think I will be an even happier person...
FOURTEEN hours! That is like two nights in one! And I'm pretty sure I had five different dreams! My newborn niece probably doesn't even have that luxury! Her little stomach won't let her sleep for more than three or four hours at a time!
On one hand it was incredible, to just sleep with no end in sight, on the other hand, the metamorphing adult in me thought it was a lot of time wasted. Either way, it happened, fourteen blissful hours. I'm still trying to figure out why I was so exhausted. Could it have been because I had spent at least a quarter of the day before tracking down a poetry club in lower Manhattan with someone whose legs are triple the size of mine or the fact that I make drinks with Italian names all day, or could it have been a good catch up since the last eight hour sleep I had...
I think I am going to set aside one day a month when I can sleep for two thirds of the day...I think I will be an even happier person...
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