21 posts tagged “weird”
In my little tribute to Cinco De Mayo, Im gonna post about my most recent weird Salsa experience.
Im out at my favorite shoe store. I needed to buy some wide leg dance pants, for the upcoming performance (plus I think they will really go well with my Red Pumas!). And I wanted to get some Jazz shoes to wear for Blues Dancing. So I grab both, and head up to the counter.
That is when All Weird Broke Loose ...
Owner: "Youre not going with the white shoes?!"
Me: "No. Im not a white guy. It gets dirty too easily. Hell, my black shoes get dirty easily!"
Owner: "But you have *arrived* when you wear white shoes. Thats where its at."
Me: "Okay. But its just not my style."
Owner: looks at a cute girl in the store. "Im trying to get him into some white shoes. To upgrade."
The girl smiles.
Owner: looks back at me. "Okay. Well, let me see. Show me your moves."
Me: "Excuse me? Show you my moves?!"
Owner: "Yes. I want to see what you got." He offers a hand to the girl. "Would you mind dancing with him?"
Girl: "Sure. That would be fun."
At this point, my mind is going, "WTF?" And getting a little panicky. Its a friggin shoe store, in the middle of the day (I am bad dancing in the light). And I can already feel the heat of the imaginary "spotlight" on me, with 5 people staring at me.
I take the girls hands, keeping her in open position. I do a basic. Then I turn her. She feels really good. And I am freaking out. So I stopped.
Owner: "Good. But, can I see something more advanced?"
Me: "More advanced?"
Owner: "Yep. Like ..."
He grabs the girl, and puts her through a sequence. Roughly: basic, backbreak to hammerlock, pullthough to hip spins. Not too advanced for me, but I mentally missed one move in the 8 move sequence.
Owner: "You want to give her a spin?"
Me: "Heh. Why you gotta put me on the spot like that?"
Owner: "Come on. You are a dancer. Its not being on the spot. Its just dancing. I want to see you do more advanced moves."
Me: "I make it a rule never to perform advanced moves until I know the feel of my follow."
Girl: "Nice excuse."
Um. Is she totally egging me on, or what? Now I am all aflutter, so I politely move the conversation elsewhere. Internally Im freaking out, because it makes me *really* nervous when I feel like people are studying, and judging me ... and me alone.
Finally I got the guy to ring me up.
Owner: "Next time you come in, we will resume lessons. Dont you love coming here?"
Me: Smiles. "You know I love coming here. Ive bought like 3 or 4 pairs of shoes here. And plan on buying more."
Owner: "Oh thats right." He says and starts fishing through a stack of something. "Have you ever heard of Hector Lavoe?"
Me: "No."
Owner: "Well here." He hands me a CD. "Thats a tribute to Hector Lavoe." He grabs it back and opens it. "Now you can listen to it in your car right away." He pauses. "Consider it a gift for playing along today."
Me: "Thank you."
Girl: "You will love it."
Me: "We will see. Hey ... thanks for the dance."
As soon as I walked out of the store, I calmed down. This is when my brain started shouting:
"Idiot! Why are you so panicked? Here is how it should have went down. You should have gotten the owner to agree to a challenge: if you can impress him, he will give the girl a discount on her purchase. And at the very least, you should have danced more with that girl. Or invited her out for a real dance. She felt so good."
"You are much better than you showed."
So I just laughed at myself. Man, another tick on the Weird Week Wall.
Later, I popped in the CD on the way to dancing. There are two tracks that I absolutely LOVE.
Im not quite sure why I like this one. It might be the interaction of the piano and the trumpets. The energy just feels right, and it seems like a fun song.
This is now one of my favorite Salsa songs. I have listened to it about 15 times already. I love the energy in the song. The horns are also very intriguing. And there is something about the way his voice sounds that makes it even more exciting to my ear.
I also like how it seems to break down in the song. It feels very *raw*. Like it could be a live recording of a party.
Hope you enjoy!
I awoke about 7 minutes before 8am. This made me smile because I had put myself to sleep envisioning what time I needed to wake up - and I was early.
I was still a little bit groggy from staying up til 4. However - it was totally worth it. Its tough to explain really - but if you ever find yourself enjoying a moment (or many) where you forget what time it is, then you can identify with this feeling. (I would say that whatever/whoever causes you to lose time like that is what/who you should strive to be surrounded by).
So i race through a shower, throw on some clothes and check my work email. I had an all-day mandatory training to go to. But I wasnt quite sure where.
Now, you might be thinkin, "Thats a little careless of you." But, picture if you will, the following causes leading up to my confusion:
1) The training was all day, but scheduled as 6 different training events (meaning, you had to register 6 different times)
2) The training event did *not* interface with outlook, so no meeting reminders.
3) I moved to a new building on friday, and have not had intranet access since Thursday.
So I figure that I can just remote into my work account and navigate to the intranet site that will detail the location of the training. Of course, I am wrong. And why is that?! Because I switched domains recently, and the system cannot authenticate me remotely anymore. (because you know, I dont work at a high tech company or anything, so anything intelligently fluid is out of the question).
Ok. Well, I bet I can just get there, and have a receptionist help me out. That is the plan! WHOOSH - gogogo! I grab my ID badge and run out the door.
Traffic isnt that bad, and I am making good time. I arrive at the building of our Wednesday training session about 10 minutes early. I figured it would be a hi probability suspect, since it has large conference rooms and was just used recently. I go to the back.
DOH! It is New Hire Orientation day, and they are cloggin up the conference rooms, and hallway. Some organizer is shouting, and dawdling in the space in front of me. I pick my moment, and sweep around her.
I have an idea! I can call my coworker and ask him where it is. This is just a genius and simple plan! Well, until I realize that I forgot my cellphone at home. Arrg - mumble mumble jumble.
Now I proceed to the Receptionist desk. I look both ladies right in the eye, and explain my situation. Of course, introducing it with a bit of self-deprecation and chuckles. They are eager to help, and spend about 10 minutes looking up information for me. Finally, we surmise that my training is across campus in Building 36.
I rush down to the parking lot. And ... I forgot where I parked. So now, I am wandering around the lot, clicking my car alarm button so that I can try and triangulate its location based upon the noise it makes. I wandered up and down the aisles of cars for about 10 minutes until I finally got this technique to work. I hop in my car and speed away.
Building 36. Im walking up and down the halls, trying to find the conference room (the hallway direction labels are *notoriously* wrong all over campus. Its like getting directions from The Scarecrow, to find Oz). After a few minutes of this I go out and chat with the receptionist. Again, leading in with humility and friendliness.
She explains that the big labels on rooms are names, not numbers, so I need to look for a room called Elliot. Im thinkin "WTF, over. My company is so dumb.", but I stifle it. I waltz over to Elliot and see that the session has started.
I am decisively against showing up late for meetings. Even more against popping in there in the middle of the meeting. Its just rude. And I didnt recognize the back of anyone's head, so I still wasnt entirely sure this was the right room. So I figure I will wait until the 10am break. I go and watch some TV in the cafeteria.
10am is approaching quickly so I start to wait in the hall. I see some people I know, but they are from another discipline. So I think that I might be in the wrong place. At the break, I walk into the room and scan. No, this cannot be the right place. So I walk back out to the receptionist.
She says she will have to email the group that schedules this stuff. And I will have to wait. So I start making some small talk. And some rude dude busts in, all huffy about being late. I wait until he leaves and joke with the receptionist about people at our company. We kinda make fun of em together. A few minutes and laughs later, an email comes in telling me that my training is in the room *right next door* to Elliot. (a ... duhhhhh)
So I walk balk over there and stride into the room next to Elliot. Again, I scan the room. And it becomes instantly apparent that the room right next to Elliot has been modified to be *a part of* Elliot. They are both the same room, and I am again ... in the wrong place.
At this point, the only sensible thing is to go to my new office, and try and look up the room location. So I go back to the parking lot (get lost for 10 minutes again, and find my car using the same search method) and then zoom off to building 84.
I pass my coworker's office and chuckle at the sign left by the movers. It's has the following word in big bold letters: "OOOPS!". And then I see something hanging on my office door. Its a move sheet from the movers. It says "We set up." And it is hanging right next to my sign to them which says, "Please leave my stuff. I will set it up myself. Thank you"
(Does this not seem a bit off to you?)
I open my door. And sure enough, they had rearranged my entire office. Or more specifically, un-arranged what I had done on Thursday. My desk was in a different place. My computers were rearranged. My boxes moved. The chair that I stuck in someone else's room - was back. The only thing they didnt do, was bring that godawful bookcase back. (The one that I took off the wall and left in a coworker's office for a gag).
Oi. So now I spent time setting up a machine. I get onto the intranet, and search for my information. The internal page detailing the training is ridiculous. I mean, there was not one single direct link to my information. So after about 5 minutes of rooting around and clicking, I *finally* found what I was looking for. I need to go to Building 33 - which is basically right across the street from 36. I have a room number. Im on a mission.
I park at 33, and walk around the garage to try and find the elevator. There are all sorts of arrows pointing to various named conference rooms (again, this never ceases to amaze me.) So I do a bit of back and forth walking until I finally find an exit. I emerge into the building.
I start walking around, looking for my room number. A left here, a right there, and I am soon lost. I start looking around to survey my situation. The first thing I notice is that I am *not* in Building 33. Somehow, I managed to go up the wrong elevator, and end up in Building 34. Im about to say ugh, and curse, when I see the penultimate sign high on the wall. It is designed like a street sign, and it says:
Infinite Loop
I look around a bit more, and I notice that there are "Infinite Loop" signs at about every corner. And at this point, there is only two things I can do.
1) Curse the Universe for its vile trickery
2) Laugh.
After doing both, I wander around until I finally find the Receptionist. I explain to her that I am dumb. That I need to find Building 33. And that I thought I had found it, but somehow got lost in the garage. She thought this was pretty amusing - so her and her compatriot were more than helpful.
I barely made it to building 33 without gettin super confused. Her directions were probably good, if I hadnt have already lost my fucking mind in this Alicey Wonderland nonsense.
I walk into the foyer of 33, and start looking for my room. Again - no numbers just names. I turn the corner, and there is a flock of young girls. (And I do mean flock - about 40 of them pouring out of an overstuffed room of girls). I roll my eyes, wondering what could *possibly* happen next. And I spot a white sign, with pink lettering "Digigirrrrls". I shake my head cause I dont even know what that means.
And then finally, past the pimple-clad throngs of the giggling gaggle ... I spot the prize. Three coworkers standing in a semi-circle, chatting. Yes!
So. After 2 hours of complete and utter nonsense back and forth across campus, I finally made it to my training. Funny thing is ... that after the first hour, we went to lunch until 2. Then, my boss told me that I didnt have to attend the tools training because it would be useless.
Duh. I said that last week.
And my response to this whole ordeal in general? Oddly enough, this:
I thought of someone. And wanted them to be there. Laughing with me, at the silliness of it all. This thought made it fairly easy to remain calm and lighthearted.
And
Universe. You are back! And I see that you have been busy planning to make amends to me for your shrewd lack of weird in recent months. Are we going to be humorous companions again? I wont even ask you the other question I know you think I have on my mind. Its pretty aparent what the answer is - yes. But maybe not so much yes ;)
And BTW - I forgive you. You totally know I am on the side of comedy.
Love ya.
I woke up from the most random dream this morning...
I was laying in bed under a heap of covers. A friend was on the other side, and together we surrounded her scared little sister. She thought there was something out to get her at night. So we had agreed to this arrangement for her comfort.
Just as the girls started dozing off, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. This time I just knew that it was not anyone being paranoid. I jumped out of bed and flung open the closet door, leading with my fist.
It hit his chest.
The man stood there clutching his heart. He looked washed - monochromatically. Like someone had just scared him so feverishly that the color seeped out of his every pore. He seemed skittish when he finally spoke, "Im sorry sir. This really isnt wot it looks like atall!" And he scurried past me.
I thought to myself, "The butler? In the closet?"
Somehow, I knew something was amiss. When I looked down at my hand, I saw I had a little book. I opened to a random page. And I saw a picture - that looked hyper real. It was of a grand room, a throwback to the elizabethan era. And in the room was movement. Somehow I knew what I had to do.
By this point, the girls had huddled around me. One provided a pen. And I tried to write in the book. But instead of it sitting on the picture in the page, my words turned up in red letters on the floor inside of the picture. It was as if I were a spectral hand in the picture's reality, writing "Admit" on the ground in blood.
But I couldnt write any more. Because the picture was filling up with other phrases right before my eyes. Like someone else was writing in the same room that my book was looking onto. And every time I thought I had found some space, It was covered by writing before I could finish my sentence.
One of the girls grabbed the book from me, and quickly scrawled, "Admit my atrocities to you."
Instantly, I felt a knowing feeling. Like something had just confided a secret to my subconscious. From down the hall I head a scream, "What are you doing?!"
And the world washed over me in fuzzy vision.
I awoke feeling groggy. I clutched my head, which felt very full of hair. Looking up, I saw a golden ornate mirror and I went over to it. My reflection was not me. I had a grey hair. It was styled like a woman's beehive from the 17th century. And I was surprised to see a set of eyes, closed, sitting right where my eyebrows should have been.
I thought, "I am the Seeker." And I looked around.
I saw a man sleeping on a couch. He awoke with a start. The side of his face that he was sleeping on was blackened and deformed. He looked like Cedric the Entertainer from the "Funkenstein" sketch on MadTV. "The Brute" leapt into my mind. I also saw other people ... all slightly off from normal.
I was in the middle of thinking that I was in the room in the book, with a bunch of transformed people. At the point of near comprehension, a beautiful woman busted into the room.
"You cannot do this. Let me be in peace! I died rightfully." She pleaded with me to stop.
But I summoned. And a handsome man appeared. It was clear that he was her husband. And we were putting him on trial for murder.
I explained to the woman. "Madame. Your husband is the guilty party!" She gasped and looked at him. "He poisoned your dinner. He put it in the spaghetti sauce that he lathered all over your pasta!" I said it with a haughty tone, and clearly she took it with disbelief. "And I am seeking proof for you!" I paused, "To lay at rest."
A giant pot apparated in front of the man. He saw it, paused, and made a gesture to make it seem like he accidentally spilled it. Lighting reflexes allowed me to pull a beaker off of my head (no idea where this came from), dive forward, and collect a bunch of the sauce before it spilled on the ground. Tainted.
At this point, the woman realized with shock. She watched as the man and my beaker floated down a staircase, towards a room of fire.
The room we were in skittered - as if someone had made a bad movie reel edit. The next thing I know, we are all dressed in formal evening attire. A group of people marched in procession towards those of us already in the room. A booming voice said, "Pair up."
Guys started hooking their arms around various ladies. I just watched it all happen - too confused to feel like the last pick in kickball. I just waited as everyone partnered up right in front of me. And when it seemed I was the only person alone, I walked away.
And then I saw her. She was slender. Beautiful and powerful. The short black hair on her head was spiked out, with crazy charisma. I think that feeling oozed out of her and coated her body with a red dress. She looked right at me, grinned evilly, and put her arm around my waist.
"Oh delicious. You are mine." My mind thought her voice carried a Latvian accent. (although my conscious brain doesnt even know what that means).
She gave me a vampiric smile, "I hope you dont mind me being commanding, and forward. I just know what I like." I told her not to worry with my eyes. She looked at my hair and spoke again, "Why do you make your hair like that? So messed up and forward. You should pull it back." She brushed my hair and it slickened. I instantly felt a lot like Antonio Banderas.
Music started. It was a slow opener. Somehow it felt like we might Tango. So I led her through a nice, prolonged promenade with a turn. She executed it with sexiness, with a hint of ballerina grace.
There was a bridge, and the music started to sound strikingly similar to "Sexy" by the Black Eyed Peas, featuring Sergio Mendez (a nod to the movie Be Cool). I felt a disconnect in the dance vibe with my follower - it seemed like she had shifted to a Salsa style basic.
My dream self thought this made sense - "Of course, she is Lativan". My conscious self thought, "My brain is so dumb. It confused Latvian with Latin. Silly mind."
After the initial confusion was over, I started to switch to a Salsa style. (Any good lead knows that Dance Rule #4 is always make your lady look good.) Our dance connection got a little better, but my footwork still felt a litle off.
This is when I noticed that the floor was slick. So I could not get the proper footing for my my typical style - I was sliding all over the place and had trouble stopping. I couldnt even get a good hold to do my favorite Salsa staple - The Cross Body Lead. It was like trying to dance on Ice.
Note, Dance Tip for Men:
Do not lift your feet up too much when moving. A good rule is to lift them almost no further than to have a small amount of the balls of your shoes lightly dragging on the ground. This does a few things. First it smooths out your style - your head does not change height too much (good form). Second, it keeps your rhythm more even and full of flow, better preparing you to lead properly (with your center of mass). Lastly, it naturally enables emphasis when you do a foot flair - like a high step or a heavy stomp. (free strong emphasis with little work is good).
I was telling her about the slickness in the floor. How it was throwing off my moves. Then, dressed in a sleek black and purple polyester suit, Ron Jeremy appeared. He looked right at the camera of my mind, and started a mini monologue, "Even a mediocre dancer never makes excuses for his own deficiencies. And thats a fact to live by." He winked.
I tried explaining via example. I took a long quick step and slid across the floor for 15 seconds. Then I went over to the other side of the room and attempted the same. To my surprise, I stopped normally. So I grabbed my partner and headed over to the other side of the floor.
And we danced and smiled and laughed until I awoke.
5pm. I am at work. My cell rings. Its a really good friend of mine, so I answer.
HER: "What do you mean nasally?!?!"
ME: "Wait a second. Come again?"
HER:"For your information, its *totally* sexy. I dont know where you come off saying nasally."
(she chuckles)
ME:"Oh no. Lets be clear here. Nasally is *not* sexy. I stand by that. Throaty is where it is at."
(I hear whispering on the line)
HER:"Well, I have good sources that say that nasally is sexy. Its all phlegmy and deep sounding."
ME:"Trust me. Nasally is bad. And for the record, phlegmy happens as the cold travels to the throat. It is not in the nasal passage. This resonates differently in your voice. Making it deeper. And more sexy."
HER:"Do you want me to call someone and prove you wrong?"
ME:"You can call them all you want. But honestly, do you trust them better than me about what makes a woman sexy?"
HER:"You may think you have won the battle, but you have not won the war. WE ARE NOT FINISHED HERE! We will discuss this later."
Notice the clear absence of hello and goodbye. Notice the playful attack right at the beginning of the call. The give and take. Everything.
Also know that this is not *that* abnormal of a phone conversation for me. Especially when it is her - we just have a lockstep in most of our conversations. Probably because she knows I am always down for Serious Unseriousity. Which *everyone* should know.
So what, you might ask ... actually prompted this phone call? Simple. I left her a voicemail the other day saying, "Hey chica, just checking up on you. Hope you are feeling better. Or at the very least, not as nasally ... so you get the sexy voice. Talk later."
This is such a Me thing to do. Cannot believe he beat me to the punchline:
Okay, so recently, I finished this:
Which is technically aimed at female spirituality. But ... when I bought it, I was under the rationality that anything of true merit should not be so gender specific. Maybe I should give this a try, and see how it resonates.
And I tell you, man ... its awesome! All it took was a few mental replacements of pronouns, and I *GOT* it. Like, deep down tonal vibrations Got It.
And so I tried an experiment, based upon an idea brought forth from the book - about letting your primitive feelings about "vibes" and "resonance" permeate your decisions. Listening to your inner feelings about something, truly, madly, deeply.
And I attempted this experiment after I noticed that I was actively frowning at the next book I was reading:
Seriously, I read about 3 pages worth before my forehead started to sizzle. It was extremely tired from brow furrowing at the author. There just seemed to be something awry with this book.
So, I decided I would close my eyes and lay the book on my chest. Then I would try and clear my mind, and feel out my resonance with this book. Without reading it. Just try and allow myself to be attuned (or not) to this book.
The result?
At first, I had the sensation that both the book and I were magnets. And it was being pushed away from my chest by an unseen force inside of me. Like we were repelling each other.
This all seemed like New-Agey mumbo jumbo stuff to me. So I decided to move the book a bit and try again. And this time, I put my arms underneath the book, and placed it closer to my stomach. The experience of the book changed. It felt as if it were ridiculously heavy in my grasp. An enormous and cumbersome weight for something so small. A lot of unnecessary work. It was making me feel tired.
And then I just simply got up and shelfed it.
Instead, I grabbed the following:
And I read it voraciously before falling asleep. Although it was more Sciency than I have been reading ... it filled an intellectual gap. It envigorated my mind. My body.
So I felt that it was ... however it came to be ... a phenomenal decision based upon perhaps, a ludicrous experiment.
Yet, totally fascinating at the same time.
Today, at the Fred Meyer checkout stand, I experienced another interaction that typifies why I absolutely *love* people. More specifically, friendly people.
HER: (Finishes her conversation with the previous customer)
HER: "And I tell you what! I have a *bone* to pick with Scientists!"
ME: "Oh really? Do tell."
HER: "Well I was reading this article, in which Scientists were complaining about how women tend to get astronomy and astrology - you know horroscopes and stuff - mixed up. They say that it undermines Science. And they wish we would stop, and get it right."
HER: "The nerve. I need to write those scientists a letter and give them a piece of my mind."
ME: (slightly chuckling) "Thats interesting. Cause most Scienctists I know actually hold Astrology in very little regard anyway."
HER: (looks at me puzzlingly)
ME: "See, they often believe that Astrology isnt a very reliable field. Mostly because they believe that it is based upon a principle, called the Barnum Effect. Which is basically to say that Astrology makes very generalized statements about different people. And since they are so generalized, they can really be applied to anyone. But when told a statement is specifically about them, people tend to believe it to be true. Even though its is generalized!"
HER: "Look at that, I learned something new today! Now, you used a word that started with B. What was it again?"
ME: "The Barnum Effect. Hrmm ... you can think of it in terms of ..." (snaps fingers looking for a concept) "The Circus! P.T. Barnum, of Barnum and Bailey fame. I believe it is named after him. So think Circus" (smiles).
HER: "Are you a teacher?"
ME: (smiles again, bashfully) "Uhh ... no." (chuckles)
HER: "Well you *should* be! Look, you taught me something. And you did so in a great way, because you related it to some things that I know and care about. I will definitely remember the Barnum Effect. Thanks!"
I find it odd that so many people think I am, or should be a teacher. I have had this conversation with a surprising amount of people across the years. I actually talked about this with someone just 2 days ago. And I still dont know why people think this.
Honestly, I believe that I am too selfish to be a teacher. Yep, thats right. Selfish. In that I know I could never make enough money being a teacher. Enough to provide for myself (and potentially my loved ones), to a degree that I find acceptible. Although I might be good at it, or enjoy it.
And to me, that is very selfish - from the standpoint of society. But it is how I truthfully feel.
Anyway... the point of this is that I still Love People. Love interacting with them. The weird and random they throw my way. If only I could somehow take that and turn it into a career that paid well enough ... I might actually be intensely satisfied.
Ahhhh, dreams.
Sigh.
I have been reading the Red Book for the last two days. I am about halfway through it or so.
In one particular part, there was an intriguing invitation - to speak to a forgotten deity, a prayer, to remember your dreams. When I read this, I thought, "Hrm! Now thats a nifty notion! Wonder what happens if I give that a shot?"
Yes, I am inquisitive. Nope, not religious. But spiritual. Divinely playful. And just about always willing to give something a try once, if it tickles my fancy. Which this idea did. Cause heck - who wants to remember dreams, and possibly interpret them?
"Ooh! I do, I do!" I say, raising my mental hand in the air, "Pick ME!"
And so as I put the book down, I considered how I might do this. What does a prayer sound like? A made up one? I dunno, I havent done anything like that in foreverwhatsits. But damnit, if I cant pull something out of my ass, I cannot even begin to make progress. With that thought I was determined. Mildy. Okay, trepidly.
So I put on some Sex and the City (Cause I occasionally like to fall asleep to Movies/Shows. You got a problem with that?). And then paused it for prayer.
Now, in case you ever get a hair in you spiritual butt to try this, and become as confused as I was ... I will share my prayer with you here (it was said aloud with my eyes closed and spirit attempting to focus):
"Ummm...
Dude, Im not even sure how to pronounce your name. So please excuse me while I fumble through it once or twice. (Yes, I am a uncultured snot, sorry). Ass-Clee-pius?
No wait, that doesnt sound right. Lemme give it another go. Ah-Sclee-pius? Sure. That sounds better.
Dear Asclepius,
I am reading this book see. And it suggested that you would be delighted hear from me. So I figured maybe, I would give it a shot. Ummm.
Im not really sure how to go about this at all. Im hoping that you can help me with something. I would like for you to help me remember my dreams tonight. Hopefully, they will be good ones!
In return for this, Im not convinced what I should do. But I can tell you that I will try my best to have some playful fun with the results! And if all goes well, maybe even try and grow in some form from what I have seen.
So, if you would help me out, I would greatly appreciate it.
(Man that sounds stupid. Do you get rough drafts on prayers to deities? Wait wait ... blue, red. Girls. What? There are way too many thoughts trying to compete for my attention right now. I need to refocus. Breathe)
Yes, sorry about that. Im back.
Anyway, I dont know how to end this. (I mean seriously, how does one really talk to a deity anyway? Especially if the conversation is one sided. Seinfeld. Wait. Center) So hopefully just a nice heartfelt goodbye and thank you will work.
Night! And thank you!
Jay.
Which is another way to say - yes deity, I am an idiot. Help?
Anyway... the results!
I did have a few vividish dreams. And I did wake shortly after them. And ... AND! I remembered them in good detail. Whoa - my stupidity worked!
However.
I forgot to anticipate that I would be waking up in the middle of the night. And would be so groggy that I could only get a thought of writing it down, or dictating it on my phone ... before the rest of me grunted and said, "Dont be a FOOL! Back to sleep!" And I dozed off as the other part tried to commit the dream details to memory.
So By now, I have lost most of the gist. And that effectively goes, "Convincing some dude that I can be both, when tasked to choose if I am Spiderman or Superman. In a circular building with tentlike walls. Dude looked like Tony Little"
Anyway. The moral of the post - be more prepared, even if you might consider yourself being silly. And the followup of the post - it might be kinda cool to give this another shot, and possibly even have a Dreams Vox!
(Cue oohs and ahhs)
I was walking back from the corner store today, and I saw something amazing and silly at the same time.
Its 9:20 AM, about 36 degrees outside - an overcast Seattle morning. Coming towards me is this mass of movement. As it gets closer, I see what it really is: A woman jogging uphill, behind a double-wide baby stroller, with two black labs on leashes in between her and the babies.
My first thought: "Wow. Thats dedication. And multitasking!"
My second thought: "Not to bother you miss, but wouldnt it be better if the dogs were tethered in front of the stroller? Thats generally how they do it in the Big Leagues. And you get to say funny things like Mush!"
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I am now at my apartment, listening to music. For whatever reason, I decided to revive an oldie:
Such a great album! Very playful lyrics in most of the songs. And it makes me laugh!
Not to mention that Mekong is quite possibly the best bar song EVER.
One set of lyrics that always gets me inspired, in a spunky me kinda way (from European Swallow):
Some big old guy
Comes up to me and says
Hey skinny white boy, I dont like the way you look at my girlfriend
What an ugly thing to say I said
But dont you flatter yourself
You know, I dont think that much of your ... girlfriend.
(guitar interlude)
So big old guy
Socks me in the nose
And I falls on my back
And I gets blood on my clothes and he says
Hey skinny white boy whaddya think about that? And I say well ...
It doesnt change
But you know I still dont think that much of your ... girlfriend.
Actually, I love just about every song on this album for different reasons. Although it is not my usual musical style ... I still think it is one of my favorite albums. Especially for all the different emotions it stirs up.
