I've been winterized
I've decided to grow a beard. In Chicago, Old Man Winter has once again showed up, and man if he isn't stil a worthless bastard. If you've never tried to cross the State Street bridge at 8:30 AM in temps at or below 10, and with a fierce, sharp wind blowing against your freshly shaven cheeks, then you have not lived. No sir. Try it this winter. I have a futon, and nearly anyone is welcome to use it.
At any rate, what better way to comabt this than to grow a beard. Right? No? Well, what can I say, I need something new in my life. I would go so far as to post picures of my newly returned facial hair, but my digital camera was so recently stolen from me, and I'll be horn-swaggled if I know how to email pictures from my camera phone. Technology frightens me.
Speaking of the theft, I'm working off an old, ol computer. The keys don't work, especially the space bar, so if my typos are more egregious than normal, that's why. Also, I'm lazy.
Speaking further of the theft, anyone that heard me talk about it just after it happened that I seemed pretty okay with it. Who knew that I could prove well adjusted about anything in life, including having my home broken into and the few objects I had in my life to keep me busy when not working coldly taken from me?
Well, here's the thing, I'm not sure just how okay I am about this whole thing at all. at the time, I had a Thanksgiving meal to plan for and my focus was, understandably, on this meal. Shoot, for a normal, weekend dinner with the gang I put about two days of thought into it, and so for Thanksgiving? Weeks in the making. I wasn't goingto let a robbery get in the way of that.
Thanksgiving is long over now, and it's only the continued prescnece of leftovers that is keeping the memory alive at all. And without that distraction, I'm finding it possible to consider more fully this particular event, and also how it fits into my larger sense of things.
In the narrow perspective, getting robbed - even if it's only things (and replaceable things at that) that were tkaen - sucks. A lot. But thesethings do ahppen all the time, especially considering that, in the wider perspective, life tends to suck like that, pretty reliably.
And with that formulation, the specific event of the theft makes sense. And I like things that make sense. As with any other person experiencing obsessive/compulsive tendencies, I enjoy it whenever I can - if I can't affect direct change/cntrol in my life (see aso: growing a beard)- understand the order that things are put in byLife/Fate/God/Luck/etc etc (take your pick).
It's satisfying, almost, to get upset over something and come out of it with some sot of an explnation. On the other hand, when said explanationis also highly upsetting, I think that's pretty damn frustratin,g too. It's like a moebius loop! And if Star Trek: The Next Generation is any model, I need to begin sending signals to Cmdr. Data via subspace so that he'll interrupt the cycle once and for all (then Frasier will show up, but that's beside the point).
Needless to say, this could be a tough solution to pull off.
xoxo,
dan
email me
I've decided to grow a beard. In Chicago, Old Man Winter has once again showed up, and man if he isn't stil a worthless bastard. If you've never tried to cross the State Street bridge at 8:30 AM in temps at or below 10, and with a fierce, sharp wind blowing against your freshly shaven cheeks, then you have not lived. No sir. Try it this winter. I have a futon, and nearly anyone is welcome to use it.
At any rate, what better way to comabt this than to grow a beard. Right? No? Well, what can I say, I need something new in my life. I would go so far as to post picures of my newly returned facial hair, but my digital camera was so recently stolen from me, and I'll be horn-swaggled if I know how to email pictures from my camera phone. Technology frightens me.
Speaking of the theft, I'm working off an old, ol computer. The keys don't work, especially the space bar, so if my typos are more egregious than normal, that's why. Also, I'm lazy.
Speaking further of the theft, anyone that heard me talk about it just after it happened that I seemed pretty okay with it. Who knew that I could prove well adjusted about anything in life, including having my home broken into and the few objects I had in my life to keep me busy when not working coldly taken from me?
Well, here's the thing, I'm not sure just how okay I am about this whole thing at all. at the time, I had a Thanksgiving meal to plan for and my focus was, understandably, on this meal. Shoot, for a normal, weekend dinner with the gang I put about two days of thought into it, and so for Thanksgiving? Weeks in the making. I wasn't goingto let a robbery get in the way of that.
Thanksgiving is long over now, and it's only the continued prescnece of leftovers that is keeping the memory alive at all. And without that distraction, I'm finding it possible to consider more fully this particular event, and also how it fits into my larger sense of things.
In the narrow perspective, getting robbed - even if it's only things (and replaceable things at that) that were tkaen - sucks. A lot. But thesethings do ahppen all the time, especially considering that, in the wider perspective, life tends to suck like that, pretty reliably.
And with that formulation, the specific event of the theft makes sense. And I like things that make sense. As with any other person experiencing obsessive/compulsive tendencies, I enjoy it whenever I can - if I can't affect direct change/cntrol in my life (see aso: growing a beard)- understand the order that things are put in byLife/Fate/God/Luck/etc etc (take your pick).
It's satisfying, almost, to get upset over something and come out of it with some sot of an explnation. On the other hand, when said explanationis also highly upsetting, I think that's pretty damn frustratin,g too. It's like a moebius loop! And if Star Trek: The Next Generation is any model, I need to begin sending signals to Cmdr. Data via subspace so that he'll interrupt the cycle once and for all (then Frasier will show up, but that's beside the point).
Needless to say, this could be a tough solution to pull off.
xoxo,
dan
email me
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