So Tired

Last night before drifting away to the pays de reves, I was constructing odes to Liverpudlian phraseology in my head. I meant to make them internet themselves, but the mind is still much faster than the internets. So sorry.

This weekend saw a curious turn of events as Geraud and not myself was the drunker one. How? I don't think he ate as many chupa chups as I. And in light of this evidence, I'm going to proclaim chupa chups protective of alcohol saturation but also must say that alcohol is protective of brain trauma. If we were hit by a truck, the chupa chups would lose out to the booze.

Sometimes when I squint my eyes and look outside, it's raining. Case in point, Now.

I thank the people for the birthday wishes and the lack of fuss created over my day of sortiring. You should expect birth announcements to follow shortly with the details of my weight, height, and overall consistency.

In approximately hours and minutes I will be in a classroom listening to a Canadienne speak about community development. She only ever lets on that she is Canadienne when she says Sorry. I do try to elicit these responses. However last week, she slipped into a rowdy Scot and I was smiling.

The effects of moderate social isolation + an onslaught of journalistic reporting are doing my head in.

In conclusion, let the wild rumpus start.

Autumnal Equinox

Tomorrow brings Autumn and I'm not quite ready, not quite yet.

We need to soak up more sun to make it through the long winters. I like to think of myself a tiny solar powered lamp. Photosynthesis perhaps, but only because we are alive. If we only we could eat sunlight and chew our sunburns away. Perhaps, next time.

I've been thinking again. Pondering life and how everyone is living it. It's such a curiousity in itself. We want to help others, I think. Because we are, and I quote Ekli, altruistic, but, at the same time we will only help in our chosen way. It's very discriminatory and self serving aide. And sure this can all be rationalized to 'make sense' -your sense but I donnot think it's transferable.

There was a study of women's happiness since the 1970s in the great ole USofA. We women are not as happy as we once were? Some people say we are conflicted (I am) some other just say the survey is a statistics gone awry. Men, however, are supposedly just as happy as they were back in the 70s, but why? I have some ideas but I'm afraid they are mean/ the truth.

Well that about sums up my life.

Just Kidding.

I am apparently straddling all sorts of nationalities with my voice. Are you Scandinavian? Are you Russian? Erm? But whatever, they thought I was, was enough for a life story to be brought. Full of love affairs, old people in care homes, and duty of care, oh and a five-star hotel in India.

I'll end this with a question we tried to get people to answer at a party where I knew noone. What is the opposite of History?

oh and then look at picture.

TO see BIGger

Chart Porn

because dissemination might help something one day, but probably end in global paralysis

Mundays

Aloha.

On a monday morning, we all wake up at 6am so that we can go from dark to light and accept the descent into winter madness. You'll take a shower and put a blade against yer face, get your mammalian traits away. Then it's up and out into the real world.

WAIT.

Can't forget the coffee.

Then to the office, the box. Sit, stare, think, REACT, sit, stand, run, CLEANUP.

vroom vroom. Stuck on a bridge while the last glimmer of a sun fades away into the industrial smog.

A potiron in a land of potatoes.

Good Luck Girls.

Wishful thinking.

Mile High Club

Somehow this city has a nack for cleaning itself up for the visitors we receive. If you come visit, it won't rain all day with intermittant spots of sunshine that last only long enough to lure you out of the warmth and safety of shelter. Since my sisters have been gone, there has been maybe, and I repeat, maybe one good day of weather. It's all downhill from here.

In August, I joined the mile high club (of education). I finished my Primary Health Care Project Proposal for Reproductive and Family Planning in Southern Leyte on a plane, previously worked on in a Train. My goal was to finish this machine and turn in a completed project proposal; feasibility of my suggestion have no interest whatsoever to myself. To my surprise, I got the second highest grade on my project proposal, which begs the question of: what or whom am I up against? This is a strange strange world Im living in. It gives me hope that, Yes, I can finish a dissertation in under 6 months and Yes, one day I'll be a good enough bullshitter to get a job.

Also, guess what? Almost all our natural resources, including precious metals, are going to be depleted by 2050...so they say. I have a question(s). What is the most natural response to that? Survival for the now? OR are we supposed to cherish life of others after our death?

Last week I got two letters on the same day. I reacted in the only natural way possible. I bought some paper and a pen. Now I'm just needing those sticky queen's heads to rub on my tongue and then an envelope.

Geraud and I were the UK version of the Office and I learned me some good news. Stamps are legal tender, you can use them on the bus:well they should be accepted.

Do you ever think people try to lose weight by cutting out parts of their brain? It weighs approximately 8 pounds, you know. Could be of interest for some weight obsessed folk.

I leave you with one last comment: Swine flu victims are being encouraged to blog.