Hi.
Oh my gosh! Are you seeing what I'm seeing? Wow. This is incredible. Do you see this? Look, I've posted! So soon? I'm just blown away. Amaaaazing.
Alright, I hope my heavily sarcastic tone reached you through the internet. I doubt I have the capacity to fully describe my posture, facial expression, and speech inflections to provide you with the complete impact of the sarcasm. But onto the important thing, my little post ^_^.
Parents worry about their children. It's a fact of parenthood (I assume). Sure what they might worry about varies from family to family, but the bottom line remains that parents worry.
So when I talk about how my mom worries, I'm not trying to discount the worrying other parents do. I just don't think they worry to quite as much or in quite the way my mother does. Forget worrying about my ability to live independently or snaring a job where I am happy. Forget even finding a person who I am compatible with (and importantly gets along with the family). Forget even who I have become as a person or the decisions I'll make in terms of morality and maintaining the fundamentals she has taught me. A very prominent worry of hers is that I will become an old lonely spinster... and not quite for the reasons you might think.
1.27.2012
1.23.2012
To spill or not to spill
Hi.
Secrets: Keeping vs Sharing
Is the reason why we spill the beans linked to the fact that the knowledge that you know something (information that they cannot even know you have) does not provide you the satisfaction that showing off to others the nature of your closely guarded information does?
But if that is the case, is it technically correct to continue to label it as a secret?
Natural Genius
Hi.
As I have been pondering the last few days, I realize that I have never set myself a schedule for posting on Eclipsed. At first I posted so often that any sort of structure in my posting was not required. But I feel like I've gotten over that initial exhilaration. Essentially the honeymoon period is over, and any attempts to proceed otherwise have led to a lack of posting or just a lack of any productive work in my current life.
I've realized also that at home, I don't have the same sort of stimuli I had in college. With the lack of responsibilities aside from taking care of my own agenda, I had the freedom to do most anything. This of course led to the plethora of subjects that fed my posting. I'm not saying that I've been completely stripped of any potential for discourse. But I do realize that with a different life style comes different logistics. And since my time is limited, I must place rules for my own posting, thereby forming my own kind of stability which may in turn motivate additional productivity in the rest of my life. But, until I figure out what kind of laws I will command myself with, onto the actual post.
Today, there was an interesting episode of 60 minutes on television. Now normally, I'm not one to watch 60 minutes. In fact, I rarely even notice its appearance on the channel guide. But this evening, what especially caught my attention was its focus. Well, not just its focus, but really one specific subject area within the main topic and a particular point within the subject: Elephants! And their babies ^_^. [Note: the episode was on the animals of Africa]
As I have been pondering the last few days, I realize that I have never set myself a schedule for posting on Eclipsed. At first I posted so often that any sort of structure in my posting was not required. But I feel like I've gotten over that initial exhilaration. Essentially the honeymoon period is over, and any attempts to proceed otherwise have led to a lack of posting or just a lack of any productive work in my current life.
I've realized also that at home, I don't have the same sort of stimuli I had in college. With the lack of responsibilities aside from taking care of my own agenda, I had the freedom to do most anything. This of course led to the plethora of subjects that fed my posting. I'm not saying that I've been completely stripped of any potential for discourse. But I do realize that with a different life style comes different logistics. And since my time is limited, I must place rules for my own posting, thereby forming my own kind of stability which may in turn motivate additional productivity in the rest of my life. But, until I figure out what kind of laws I will command myself with, onto the actual post.
Today, there was an interesting episode of 60 minutes on television. Now normally, I'm not one to watch 60 minutes. In fact, I rarely even notice its appearance on the channel guide. But this evening, what especially caught my attention was its focus. Well, not just its focus, but really one specific subject area within the main topic and a particular point within the subject: Elephants! And their babies ^_^. [Note: the episode was on the animals of Africa]
1.18.2012
Insatiably Wanting
Hi.
My brother came home! Ok, that was my failed attempt at justifying my lack of posting. Sure, I'm relegated to the role of ushering my brother through the list of tasks he has been given by my mother. And I may even have to pack everything from the food he'll be taking to his dorm fridge to the winter boots that he'd recently bought (which he of course forgot to load into the car...). Don't forget my interference is also needed to bridge the gap in understanding between my brother and my parents. Having to be interrupted each time I sit down to do something doesn't quite help my already stagnate attempts at consolidating my closet, among other tasks I've given myself.
But all of that is quite alright, because when my brother is home, I'm at home: for home isn't quite so without him - however it may interfere with my attempts at making time to post ^_^.
So as comes with the new year's resolutions, there are the moments when we take stock of what we have and what we want - what we crave. And it occurred to me that I have methods of dealing with my own cravings.
My brother came home! Ok, that was my failed attempt at justifying my lack of posting. Sure, I'm relegated to the role of ushering my brother through the list of tasks he has been given by my mother. And I may even have to pack everything from the food he'll be taking to his dorm fridge to the winter boots that he'd recently bought (which he of course forgot to load into the car...). Don't forget my interference is also needed to bridge the gap in understanding between my brother and my parents. Having to be interrupted each time I sit down to do something doesn't quite help my already stagnate attempts at consolidating my closet, among other tasks I've given myself.
But all of that is quite alright, because when my brother is home, I'm at home: for home isn't quite so without him - however it may interfere with my attempts at making time to post ^_^.
So as comes with the new year's resolutions, there are the moments when we take stock of what we have and what we want - what we crave. And it occurred to me that I have methods of dealing with my own cravings.
1.10.2012
Symptomatic Airhead
Hi.
A few videos caught my attention today. Men dressed as females and enacting "shit they say". And when I recognized a few as said from my mouth, it made me wonder, and yet at the same time fear - do we project that vapid bimbo when speaking those lines?
1.07.2012
Aquaintances of a fanciful sort
Hi.
Much to my chagrin, I have been struggling with a few of the posts that I have been intending to write. I've had the drafts open, and when I go to write, I either sit there with all my thoughts in my head, or I let myself get distracted by the instant messages of friends I no longer talk to daily. And the sad part is, that the posts aren't all on serious topics. I just find myself with my thoughts and no idea of how they should be presented, organized, structured... you get the point. As I was listening to the twangs of a certain movie's soundtrack, my gaze landed upon an old friend of mine, a friend of a very cuddly nature.
He's large. He's red. He's furry. And no, he's not Clifford. He's my three foot (and some) tall teddy bear, Crayola.
Much to my chagrin, I have been struggling with a few of the posts that I have been intending to write. I've had the drafts open, and when I go to write, I either sit there with all my thoughts in my head, or I let myself get distracted by the instant messages of friends I no longer talk to daily. And the sad part is, that the posts aren't all on serious topics. I just find myself with my thoughts and no idea of how they should be presented, organized, structured... you get the point. As I was listening to the twangs of a certain movie's soundtrack, my gaze landed upon an old friend of mine, a friend of a very cuddly nature.
He's large. He's red. He's furry. And no, he's not Clifford. He's my three foot (and some) tall teddy bear, Crayola.
Perfect?
Hi
Found a quote I wanted to share:
"Every woman deserves a man who calls her baby, kisses her like he means it, holds her like he never wants to let her go, doesn't cheat or lie, wipes her tears when she cries, doesn't make her jealous of other women, instead makes other women jealous of her, is not scared to let his friends know how he really feels about her, and lets her know how much he really loves her."
The italics are what I dream the perfect relationship has, though all of them seem vital. The only edit I'd implement? Change the last line to "lets her know what he really feels about her." I guess the love-cynic still exists in me.
1.03.2012
Resolutely vacant
Hi.
As the New Year comes upon us, resolutions are gathered and listed, same as every new year. Most are personal in nature, defining what you're goals are for yourself. So why is it that this tradition has become an annual fad, with repeatable, generalized lists that will never be resolved in the coming year?
1.02.2012
Velutinous Crystalline Precipitation
Hi.
Happy New Year! I have to admit, that this year, my plans for new year's eve were made pretty much the day before (as in Friday). The original plan consisted of me knowing that I would not be attending the local south Indian community's party with my parents, and that I would be spending it with one of my friends. So during a car ride, my mother suggested we go into downtown for the First Night festivities. Now, this was my third time attending this event: first with my family, second with just my mother, and third with people my age. And each time I've been there, I've experienced a different side of it. Happily, I enjoyed the childish side of the event this time, coming back with a ring and bracelet made using UV light changing beads, a mask I decorated, the remains of a bag of kettle corn, and memories of immature, childish behavior ^_^.
Now, originally, I had planned to post on the 31st, but then my last minute plans for the day meant I had no time to write anything. And then, I planned on posting something on the 1st, but recovering from the previous night (mostly from the lack of sleep) took up most of my time. There's not much writing to be done when one's asleep. So when I woke up today, and saw the snow falling outside, I remembered the one day in December that it actually snowed. Which of course triggered the avalanche of ideas in my mind, of how much I love the fluffy goodness called snow.
Happy New Year! I have to admit, that this year, my plans for new year's eve were made pretty much the day before (as in Friday). The original plan consisted of me knowing that I would not be attending the local south Indian community's party with my parents, and that I would be spending it with one of my friends. So during a car ride, my mother suggested we go into downtown for the First Night festivities. Now, this was my third time attending this event: first with my family, second with just my mother, and third with people my age. And each time I've been there, I've experienced a different side of it. Happily, I enjoyed the childish side of the event this time, coming back with a ring and bracelet made using UV light changing beads, a mask I decorated, the remains of a bag of kettle corn, and memories of immature, childish behavior ^_^.
Now, originally, I had planned to post on the 31st, but then my last minute plans for the day meant I had no time to write anything. And then, I planned on posting something on the 1st, but recovering from the previous night (mostly from the lack of sleep) took up most of my time. There's not much writing to be done when one's asleep. So when I woke up today, and saw the snow falling outside, I remembered the one day in December that it actually snowed. Which of course triggered the avalanche of ideas in my mind, of how much I love the fluffy goodness called snow.
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