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Some cut and pasties.

From Nali: some days, simple Living takes Courage

Indeed.

Can't wait to see this movie, but in the meantime will see Alfie at 7:30 tonight.

Iona is the real deal. I want to have cause to give MYSELF stitches one day. Damn, girl.

Diana's journal cracks me up regularly. This sums up the world's problems in general: "I'd like to think I'm intelectual and whitty." Holy fuck.

Spent way too much on yarn last night, but Jake will have the coolest fucking hat on the planet as a birthday present.

And Shawn--thanks for this bit of genius:


Nothing like the son of god running the country, eh?

random lyrics

Don't love me quietly
Do it with intensity
Or you'll miss the point
Do it with every sin you strain
Or there's no love to be gained

'Cause we are nearly civilized
And I could almost love you now
We will throw this building up
Just so we can tear it down again...

Oh well...
I don't know how you found me
But you wrapped yourself around me
I thought it was warm
And soon enough
I found me too
Immersed in mediocrity

'Cause we are nearly civilized
And I could almost love you
We will throw this building up
Just so we can tear it down again...

from here

What else are we living for if not to create
Fiction and rhyme?
My purpose is to make my soul
Rhyme with my mind
Mind over matter
Minds create matter
Minds create fiction
As a matter of fact
As if matter were fact
Matter is fact
So spirit much be fiction
Science fiction
Art fiction meta fiction

(no subject)

And anyway, while we're on the subject--okay, we're not actually--how do you decide your priorities and what you care about in life? How do you just FIGURE OUT what things are most important to you and what is valuable?

I mean, really. How do you KNOW?

Some things are really nice on a somewhat superficial level, and you might be drawn to them or inclined to construct your life around those things. But sometimes I wonder if you're really supposed to be entirely comfortable all the time, and that some of the best and most important things in life are a pain in the ass sometimes, but ultimately worth far more than the really nice things that lure you with their surface niceness.

Example.

I would really love some ice cream right now. A gigantic lemon ice cream cone, in fact. With SPRINKLES, even. And if I didn't live in the land of no-lemon-ice-cream, I could easily get it. I might even settle for chocolate chip ice cream. Regardless, I can get ice cream with little effort, and it would be GOOD. And I would enjoy it, and the world would seem like a happy place.

But then I would get really fat and get that sugar rush feeling, and feel guilty, and ultimately, it wouldn't be worth that momentary bit of bliss.

I don't feel especially wild and passionate over the idea of spinach right now. Don't get me wrong, I LOVE spinach and have all kinds of spinach-related fantasies, but somehow it just doesn't seem very exciting to me right now. Not when there's ICE CREAM to be had.

But if I skipped the ice cream and went for the spinach...I'd feel healthier, less guilty, and would remember how much I love spinach. And in the long run, my life might be better because I chose spinach over ice cream, especially if I made the same choice frequently. Long term, it is definitely the best choice.

Okay, wow, I am dazed and don't know how I got here. I think I was trying to create some kind of food-related analogy for some philosophical idea. I do that too much. Anyway, so I have no idea if I achieved my objective, or what the objective was. Maybe I should just post and stop writing now.

Boy can Jakie relate to this one...

But inside I'm just an N'Sync-loving little girl...

It's not everyday that I see two back to back posts on my friends page with messages to ME. It makes me feel...good? Nifty.

Many, many thanks to spoothbrush for this incredibly amazing wonderful fabulous Eminem parody by SCOTT THOMPSON. I love him way too much. Have a listen. Dear Mr. I've-gotten-a-little-too-big-for-my-britches...

I've had knitting related math trauma tonight. I've been working on converting a very complicated (for me) fair isle pattern to fit Jake. I finally got it done, though my mind was wandering like you wouldn't believe. I kept mentally smacking myself to stay ON TASK. I feel almost proud of myself for figuring it out. Anyway, that's just the first step in the conversion. Next I'll have to go through every freaking bit of the pattern and make sure my numbers line up, and THEN I'll have to design two of my very own fair isle patterns for the end. This could be fun or scary, not sure. After all this, the actual knitting will be easy. And I'm not much for crazy colorwork, but seriously, nothing could be as hard as that fucking math.

Dinner's in the oven, just put it in the microwave.

I just drank a fifth of carrot juice, dare me to drive?

You know, like that song by the Bangles, Walk like an Egyptian? But, without the Egyptian part.

I LOVE THIS.