I just sneezed.
May 3, 2005
Like a middle-aged housewife or an over-eager physical education major, I’ve decided of late I want to remain positive. Perhaps by doing so I’ll open up a tear in the fabric of spacetime. Tthat or we’ll discover some interesting things about my psyche. Either way it should be entertaining.
The driving motivation is that feeling kind of crap for several years without respite can be kind of what some people might term a “bummer.” Plus I have no concrete reason for a miasma of curmudgeonry other than it suits my self-image.
In fact, a few annoying trivialities aside, life is relatively peachy. Right?
I’ve been musing over starting some projects that might give me some sense of a meaning. Lately I have been focusing on dying arts. Mondays and Thursdays I do letterpress printing, hunching over for hours on end in a cramped, derelict room, setting type and printing stuff on century-old iron presses. I can’t say I have a reason to do this; I just really like it. Anything that has anything to do with words, for the most part, floats my proverbial boat. Or serifs. I have a great admiration for serifs.
I also very much want to make books. Not write them (don’t be ridiculous), but make them. I also want to explore the three-dimensionality of brightness and color values. Plus make 3D relief maps of places that are of interest to me. Also also also. I sound eager like a middle-school kid who’s had too much Pepsi.
I had all-you-can-eat Indian buffet this lunch with the brothers Shah. Aside from sniggering there wasn’t much sound as we crammed ourselves with chicken makhani and pakoras. Now it hurts to breathe; I have no sense of moderation when it comes to a) Indian food, or b) Thai food.
Every time someone sends me an email formatted in Comic Sans, I just want to start screaming and screaming.
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June 3, 2005
The driving motivation is that feeling kind of crap for several years without respite can be kind of what some people might term a “bummer.”
I’m interpreting that message as a “cry for help”. Not as critical as “the world sucks and I have a rocket launcher”, but a bit troubling. It’s also troubling that it is been here for a month and there have been no responses to it, though perhaps there have been private communications.
Being positive is a good thing, and making a decision to use that as a frame for an outlook on life helps to make the best of the situation, whatever the situation.
On the matter of “feeling like crap for several years”:
• Been checked for yuppie flu?
• How’s that serotonin level?
• Get enough sunshine?
• Lay off booze, dope, horse, and black beauties for a few months and see if that makes a difference…
• Getting enough exercise?
• Hey that reminds, me “eat right and exercise”. Eating right?
• maybe you need a new mattress, I heard a mattress company ad about feeling good and sleeping right
One other thing to remember, is that there is also some sort of correlation between feelings of depression and being a descendent of the northern and northwestern European tribes. Scandinavians have it bad, and their national health plans send people away to the tropics to get more sun in the winter. If you fit that profile, bear that in mind.
“Plus I have no concrete reason for a miasma of curmudgeonry other than it suits my self-image.”
After going to dictionary dot com and making sure of my understanding of a few words there, this is quite troubling to the casual observer. The self-image must not be all that positive, even after having been blessed with great teeth, or porcelain veneers. Look within and ensure that your not caught in the American ruse of having to be a CEO or supermodel or rap star. Without knowing you, it seems that your intellect is sharp, yet I have also observed that some with such minds are also prone to hyper-critical self reviews.
Maybe you need the help that Stuart Smalley can provide: “I’m Good Enough, I’m Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me!”
If people don’t like you, I’ll send my imaginary friend over to visit.
How come I’m not allowed to format this in Comic Sans?
Signed,
Whatever
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