Hi.

Thoughts from a silent, snowed in corner

Sitting in my corner, watching the snow outside, hearing the silence, I find no one to break the quiet. Different time schedules, things to do, people to meet, work to muddle through. It feels lonely. I feel useless. Maybe because there are things I could be doing, projects I could pick up, exercise to wake me up, planning for my future.

A common feeling returns like it always does, a yearning for the proximity of comrades, the signs of other intelligent life, the laughter that is the mark of our friendships. And yet, the presence of any of it seems to cast a pensive blanket over my mind - for at the end I'm to return to the silence - I can't help but hate that forecast.

And as I look out at the picturesque clumps of water crystals tumbling and floating to the ground, I wonder if maybe that makes it worse - how do you enjoy the snow on your own, when the only feedback is a world that has gone to sleep?

It slows me down, piling on like layers of snow, and it seems like my only outlet to the outside world is through the screen of my laptop. And yet even now, that doesn't seem to help. Nothing seems to fill this void.

So here I still sit, bundled in layers, yet freezing, staring at the white of my screen and the world, waiting for someone - anyone - to call me out from this silence.

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One without the other

Hi.

While reaching the end of an awesome lineup for the Kennedy Center Honors, the speaker for Led Zeppelin, Jack Black, spoke a witty line:

"[They say that they sold their souls to the devil, but that's ok]. For while you spend eternity in hell, we will be listening to your heavenly music till the end of time."

The thought that came to me was literally, considering the back and forth between God and the Devil who was fucking who? I mean, think about it, on the one hand you have devilish talent, that creates something heavenly (aka God fucking Devil). And on the other, you have heavenly music that's created by something devilish (aka Devil fucking God).

But the thought immediately following, is that are they really fucking each other? Or are they just fucking themselves? 'Cuz without that kind of great talent, you could never create such amazing music. And if the music wasn't considered so amazing, would people even consider the talent so great, that it could have only come from souls being sold to the devil?

It's like basically without one aspect or side, the other would never have gotten the credit in the first place. It's almost as if one could not exist without the other - that only when placed in such contrast does either shine - as if it is necessary for both heaven and hell to mingle to create bliss.

And then it leads me further: considering you wouldn't be able to stay in heaven if you made a contract with the devil, and heavenly music has no place in hell - you can see that the only place that is viable to combine the two aspects is on earth. Which makes you think, maybe paradise isn't necessarily in heaven, but here on earth.

Well, I'd say it's something to think about :P (And here's some of that awesome-ness to share ^_^).

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Shoe Update!

Hi.

So exciting news folks. Do you remember that time I said I was going to inventory my entire collection of shoes? Well, that time has finally arrived! I finally managed to get over my procrastination photograph every shoe in my possession.

The updates might be a little slow, but I'll try to go in sections so that each time I update, the newest additions will have a new hot link created in the menu. Check it out!

And when I say "check it out", there really only one voice that screams it in my head:

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Word.

Hi.

I realized lately that I've been missing something. I've missed writing. The simple gush of words that tumble out faster than your hands can form. There is something romantic about sending someone your thoughts in this simple form. You don't know what they think as they read the letters and emails and blogs you write. But it's somehow an intimate interaction [I do not refer to the thousands of business and spam emails you get - this is more of a social communication where you share with the receiver].

More than speaking to someone, writing to me requires that extra bit of effort and brains to transmit your thoughts to another. And what is pretty neat is that when you get a card, you know that they were thinking of you the entire time they spent writing.

So despite the whole rush to be more efficient, higher speed and output with a decreased input, I simply love that antique interaction of writing to each other (though the speed of email is a convenience I do enjoy).

So maybe sometime, you'll consider sitting down and take sometime to write a long winded message to someone, and who knows, they might even write back ^_^.

P.S.: Cheers to my lovely Codeduck who has decided to share her experiences with the written word, or should I say code ^_^

Do you wanna buy a duck?

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