What the face?

Hello, 700th post. Welcome.

I was thinking yesterday how with the cooler weather, it's really starting to feel like fall, something in me was feeling something familiar, and it made me happy...Until I realized that I mistook that familiarity of the "warmth of fall" with the "ugh-ness of sickness". Well, here it is, the first sickness of fall. Thanks for visiting, but you weren't invited, so let's get on with it, eh?

The other day I was trying to explain something to B over the phone and couldn't quite get my point across. It's this cloud of thought sitting in my head that I can't seem to put into speech. And since I can't even think clearly right now, there's really no point of me bringing it up. Except to say that I'm horrible at speaking. Not speech making, but everyday speak. It's really hard a lot of times for my brain to send the proper messages to my lips to get the right words out. If you've met me, you will most likely have experienced this at some time during our interactions. I apologize for my blubbering on. Perhaps I just have to practice more. Or read more (which I've been trying to do). I just really wish I was eloquent in my speech. I use to blame this on the fact that I wasn't born in this country, and didn't spend the first 6 (and very FORMATIVE, mind you!!) years speaking English, but I think I've been here long enough to not be able to use that as an excuse anymore. Darn.

I need me a Henry Higgins. If only Henry Higgins came in a handy iphone app. I'm off to look for one, but in the meantime, I'm looking for book suggestions. Something along the lines of Time Traveler's Wife, Life of Pi, An Equal Music? No no, I take that back. Something more difficult, something where I can expand my speech abilities. Suggestions welcome, and thank you in advance.

Hairy Business

I had a kernel of panic earlier while I sat in the theater. I realized that if I had waited 2 more months to cut my hair, I could've had a rockin' costume for Halloween: Amy Winehouse. It would've been perfect, I have the outfit, the tats, the shoes, the whole shabang. And then i realized that I HAD the hair, which was key to the costume, and now it's gone. Gone. Just like that.

Sigh.

I tried to make myself feel better my telling myself that I don't do anything for Halloween anyways, the last time I dressed up was years ago.

But this year could've been the year that i had a rockin costume!!! Dang it. I jumped the gun, yet again.

I don't miss my hair all that much, other than the way it used to look. Now i feel like a tomboy. I hope it grows out quickly.

The thing about blogs...

Last night, in an attempt to be less secretive and more open about myself, I told a few coworkers over some delicious hipster sausages that I do indeed have a blog. This was after their rant about how blogs are narcissistic and really, who would want to read about what you have to say? "If you're my friend I"ll just talk to you, I don't need to read about it," I think was one of the arguments.

And yes, while I would have to agree that the whole notion of a blog is a bit self absorbed, at the same time, I'm wondering, What's wrong with being a bit self absorbed once in a while? It's not like you're shoveling it down people's throats. It's not a direct email or phone call to any one in particular. You get to talk about yourself as much as you want, and people can read it when they feel like it, at their "leisure." That's right, because reading my blog should be done at your leisure.

I brought up the blog NOT because they were vilifying blogs ("making fun of" was more like it), and I felt like I had to shut them up, or defend my blog. Like I said, they had some pretty valid points. I brought it up merely because I wanted to contribute to the conversation and what better way to do so than to admit that yes, I am an active participant.

It's always a bit awkward bringing up the blog. But whenever you do, the inevitable "what's your blog called" is asked. Let me just say, I bring it up to let people know that "this is something I do," and not necessarily to passive aggressively ask them to read it in a roundabout way. I really have no preference whether I want to let people read my blog or not. It's just that...I'd rather not know about you reading my blog. Once I know who my audience is, I start writing (and editing) according to the audience, and then I feel like I can't be myself and write all the things I want. You think I'm secretive now, wait til I get a real following! By that time, the blog will cease to exist.

Besides, it's the age of the internet. If people like said coworkers were really curious and wanted to read my blog, they could just do a simple search. You don't even have to be a stalker to know how to do that.

What I should have said to those naysaying blog bottom-dwellers was this:
My blog allows me to write my thoughts down, and how I'm feeling at any given time. It's as much for myself as it is for other people; it's a record of the little things that go on in my little life, and once in a while, I enjoy going back in time and remembering those little moments, because we take so much of it for granted. It also helps me to keep what little writing chops I have up, because I need to work on my other skills in order to keep my sanity during work.

I love my blog, and I'm glad I started it up all those years ago, despite even my own skepticism at the beginning. GO ME.

ME. ME. ME. ME. ME.

Because it's MY blog.

Thank you for reading.

Random Rants #473

Wow, I just came home to hear a loud noise at my window. I thought maybe it was thunder, another earthquake, someone throwing something against my window. But nope. I learned from the news that it was a sonic boom caused by the landing of a space shuttle in bakersfield. And suddenly I had this moment of amazement at the world. That i could hear such a loud sound from so far away, that something humans created could go faster than the speed of sound, that there's so many amazing things that go on in the world every minute that I have no clue about.

Multitasking. I recently read an article about a guy who decided to monotask (?) for a whole month. It was an interesting read, something I'm *thinking* about doing. I say this as I'm blogging with the news on loudly in the background. Can't concentrate...big changes in weekend weather...must focus on point. What was my point?

More later.

September Falls

I love how the taste of nectarines always remind me of summer. I had this thought today as i bit into one, and realized that it was already september, and that summer is over, and where did the last 9 months go?

And now fall is upon us (though you'd never guess it from the heat and all the fires). Time for back to school, warm beverages, and things to die. How...convenient.

I realized today that i am now at 10 inches. Finally, I can cut off my hair. But now that I'm at my goal, i'm having second thoughts. I mean, I'd love to have my short hair back, not to have to deal with shedding, less time shampooing, less time drying. But i feel like my 10 has been with me for some years now and parting will be tough. If only i can be sure that i'd get a great cut, but then again, i'm never happy with cuts. I need some time to mull it over.