Excited that White S

Excited that White Sox pitcher Mark Buerle threw a perfect game. Only the 17th perfect game in MLB history

How a Blog Gets Done. Or Mostly, Not.

When I began writing this blog not too long ago, I was certain that I would have a plethora of topics.  All I would do is describe the important issues I had been thinking about throughout the day.  I suppose I believed that a window to my interior life would continually supply fodder for this endeavor.  How misguided I was.  I have come to the realization that I have an interesting thought about once every two weeks.  At all other times my thoughts go something like this:

Is it really time to get up? I don't want to go to work. I think I'm too tired to go to work.  I hate work.

We'd better hurry or I'll be late for work. Damn, these people can't drive.  I am always behind Mr. Pokey.  I'll bet I'm on fries today.  I really can't do fries.  I hate fries. No I just did fries.

This place is so hot, I know it's a kitchen, but still. I'm sweating like a pig.  I've already made 25 sandwiches. Just the PB&J's left. How many PB&J sandwiches?  O. K., seven.  Wait, how many? Seven, seven, seven. Done. Crap 10 salads!  Didn't anyone make salads yesterday? Will I finish making all these salads in time to start fries?  Is everyone else finished with their stuff? Hurry. Hurry . I have to get the fries started. 

Whew, just in time for the bell. Are there enough? Yes. No. Better make more. Good. Done. Where did all these people come from? If anyone else orders fries I. will. kill. them.

 

And so on.

Sometimes I don't have to rush and I have the luxury of thinking about real issues.  If I'm lucky tomorrow will be that day and I will write about it. Until then you can rest assured that I have never actually harmed anyone for ordering fries. Yet.

 

Some Favorite Words

For MKing, a list of my six favorite words in the English language (in no particular order):

• miasma 
• succulent
• striated
• juicy
• cosmology
• enraptured

 

The Disquieted Cynic Attempts to Resolve Conflict (A Feat Which Can Never Really Be Accomplished)

After a bout of the winter blues and battling a weird rash on my arms, legs and hands, I'm back.  I apologize to all two people who may have been inconvenienced by this drought. Now then, to move forward.

As previously detailed the purpose of this blog is to help me get over myself.  As some may have surmised by now I have a tendency to be too introspective which leads to being too ruminative which leads to a boring self-centered, over-wrought person. In addition to this personality flaw, I have a greater tendency to be sarcastic which often leads to caustic which always leads to misunderstandings and hurt feelings.  Adding these two traits together results in a disquieted cynic.  Concern and cynicism, if you think about it, are great fuel for internal conflict which can never be resolved.  So where am I going with this?  Damned if I know, but I'll obsess about it and then offend someone when I've finally figured it out.

I have a friend for whom I care deeply.  She not only brings home the bacon and fries it up in a pan (to quote an old commercial), she raised the pig and then slaughtered it too.  Hectic is a way of life.  I admire the things she does and the way she does them.  She is kind, if a little brusque. She is pretty, in great shape and has hair many people would kill for.  So what's the problem?  Every time I open my mouth my foot goes in it, or so it seems to me.  Oddly enough I'm not a great communicator.  Sometimes I don't pick up on subtle clues.  When I think about trying to rectify the situation, I think that maybe I'll be told to get over myself.  But maybe not.  Maybe I've over thought things.  Again.

Random Thoughts

I haven't been posting lately.  This Will Be rectified.

My random thoughts are:

I love music

I'm glad the Fed could bail someone out (just for you Rob Wimmel)

If the weather doesn't get way better soon and for good, well, we'll just leave that to the imagination

I'm studying hard for a Trivia Contest (just for Paula who doesn't even read this because she's "too busy")

I haven't been bowling in 2 years (but I'm more invested in doing well at the trivia thing--sorry team mates--again, just for you Rob Wimmel)

What about Spitzer?  Discuss

I think SNL is funny again

Hey you know who you are, how many more times do I have to invite you to enjoy my company?

Work still stinks (literally)

Toni --will you wear your fur to pick up your kid?  It looks good & makes a statement

This is the only post where I will allow myself the leeway not to be "too intellectual" .  Sorry to disappoint.  An angst ridden treatise is in the works.  I can hear the collective sigh of relief.

 

All Glory Is Fleeting

Why is it that athletes get all the glory?  Not being too athletically inclined I've wondered about this much of my life.  Now that I have school aged children, I am once again reminded of the importance placed on winning at sports, in school.

I have a son in grade school who plays basketball in a no-cut school sponsored sports program.  He is a short guy with big elbows and knees.  A hangman-like figure on the court.  There are four boy's teams from his grade.  He is an average player on an average team.  I'm not even certain what the team's win-loss record is for the season.  The best team from his grade had their tournament win published in the local paper.

I have a son in high school.  He made the no-cut golf team.  He didn't make the basketball team and didn't try for wrestling.  The wrestling team won at the state championships.  The girls basketball team is battling for placement among the top three in its class at the state level.  Because of this, the entire school was given a free day, ostensibly so the students could go to the game to cheer on the team. 

These athletes work hard.  They get to school early and stay late working on their skills.  They learn discipline and team work, all valuable skills for the real world.  My question is why are they singled out and so handsomely rewarded?

The math team at my older son's school won a state competition.  The school didn't get a free day.  My younger son and some classmates won a geography competition.  It wasn't written about in the local paper.  These students work hard too.  It takes discipline and dedication to study long hours.  It is true that it isn't very exciting to watch someone study.  Academic competitions aren't televised.  Their participants don't land (multi) million dollar contracts to play on T.V.  Remember, however, they find cures for illnesses, write novels that keep us entertained, and invent the things that allow us to watch sports on our big screen televisions.

Jennifer Beals, The L Word & Me

I'll admit it.  It's my dirty little secret (along with reading People Magazine & cheap mysteries).  I'm a fan of The L Word.  For the uninitiated, this is a series about lesbians on Showtime billed as a drama.  It's really a soap opera. 

I've never been a fan of soap operas because the plots are usually so outrageous that I can't by into the story at all.  The same is true on this show.  In the five years that the show has aired, (as in any soap worth it's salt) just about every major character has had a personality transplant.  There is no story continuity at all.  Characters are introduced one season, only to be forgotten about the next season (or even episode).  So, I haven't bought into the story.

So why, year after year do I keep watching?  Two words.  Jennifer Beals.  She is ostensibly the star of this ensemble along with Pam Grier. (Yes, Foxy Brown herself plays Beals' sister in the show).  I never saw Flashdance or any of her other movies.  I was surprised she was as good as she is in the series.  So if her acting isn't stellar every episode why continue?  I watch to check out her clothes and hair.

Quite simply I want to be Jennifer Beals.  She and I are approximately the same age, however she looks younger now than in 1983.  I am certain that she must have a painting in her attic somewhere that looks like ass.  Physically, she is in amazing shape.  I'd like to think that most of it was obtained  without the aid of plastic surgery, because, unlike some other actresses, she still looks like herself. 

This gives me hope that maybe, just maybe with a little work, I could have her arms. I'll never be 5'10" and a knock out.  But a gal can watch every week and dream.