Archive for August, 2007

“Consciousness: That annoying time between naps”

When I was a kid, I totally dreaded Sunday afternoons, because that’s when my parents would nap. I would then be stuck downstairs alone in front of the tv when nothing was on except some lame Burt Reynolds movie. But like an appreciation for good wine and dark chocolate, with age I’ve come to understand…now I know…the nap is a thing of exquisite beauty. I love every part of it, I even love the nap hangover afterwards as long as I don’t have to go anywhere right away. What’s best is when the nap just overtakes you, unplanned. You attempt to put up a fight by telling yourself, “But I could catch up on my tv shows, or write, or read, or work out, or surf the internet,” but your attempts are weak and you know it and so the bed beckons you. You lay down (just for a minute) and somehow, your sheets are perfectly cool and your mattress turns into the world’s most soft, comfortable little slice of heaven you’ve ever experienced. You can barely move. Where at night, you’d toss and turn and spend 30 minutes going over tomorrow’s to-do list, this is a nap and so you’ll wake up in plenty of time to check your email and get ready for the next day. Sleep takes you over with incredible quickness. You lay there, unmoving, with that silly napping smile plastered across your face. When you finally wake up, you allow plenty of wallow-time. In fact, I think 15-30 minutes of after-nap-wallowing should be a requirement. Good stuff, folks. I’ve also always thought a good nap should be shared. You know how you wake up and you’re like “Man, I just had the most amazing nap.” I think maybe its something like watching a hilarious tv episode. It’s just never quite as enjoyable if you’re the only one whose experienced it. I mean, maybe I’m wrong, but I have a fantasy that one day I’ll have the chance to enjoy some seriously amazing couple-naps in the hopefully-not-too-distant future once I meet, seduce, and marry the co-napper of my dreams.


August 31, 2007 at 10:13 am Leave a comment

rot gut

Have you ever woken up one day and thought to yourself “What the hell was I thinking…last night, last week, last month, last year?” Like you have absolutely no clue how you got into a particular situation and how you didn’t realize what a mess it was right away. Yeah. I’ve been feeling that way lately about several recent situations. It’s really pretty odd because, when you’re in a stupid circumstance, you truly think you’ve looked at it from every angle and that you know better than everyone else. Once you’re on the outside looking in, if feels so strange to realize you missed about million different angles that everyone around you could see as clear as day.

Sometimes I think I should just totally ignore my instinct for a good two weeks after it tells me to do something. After that, I figure the ol’ gut will be simmered down enough so that I can hear my brain over it’s gurgles. Other times I think I should just “go for it” because if I don’t, the world will pass me by while I’m over analyzing everything. I think a lot of the problem it is just that my brokenness and sin lead to having a really messed up gut (to continue with the cliche). So I, like everyone else, really need a new one. I need to submit each day, month, year, and moment to God, to lay my life at the feet of Christ and allow the Holy Spirit to guide my thoughts, actions and decisions. It’s my hope and belief that God will not only grant me the strength and guidance to do what’s right and best but grace when I don’t.

August 15, 2007 at 7:03 pm 1 comment

I dreamt I brought a bear to work

Last night I had a dream that I was supposed to bring a large brown bear to work. When I woke up and remembered the dream I thought of Mr. Bultitude, because that seems to be the pattern my unconscious mind was working from. He was kind, dumb, and apparently an integral part of the meeting we were having first thing in the morning. The dream consisted of me forgetting to bring him and then having my boss chastise me and ask me to go pick him up, which I did. He then sat beside me at the table in the large conference room and nodded and grunted to show how he felt about the actions of the committee. No idea what that means.

I also dreamt the other night that my teeth were rotting out (I have this one on occasion, actually). My mom thinks that it means I’m concerned about my health, but in doing a little research, most “dream experts” seem to think it has to do with anxiety over your appearance. Again, no idea.

My most often recurring dream centers around my ability to float. I’m always upright – never in the typical superman flying stance. It’s really more like that I have the ability to walk on air. In the dreams often I’ll begin doing it when I’m around crowds of people I know and the most frustrating thing is that no one seems to notice or be impressed at all.
They’re just like,
“yeah so…”
And I’m all,
“But I can fly you guys.”
“This should be impressive.”
My best interpretation on that one is that it could have something to do with me wanting people to recognize greatness or interestingness or fabulousity in me. Apparently I want attention. Who doesn’t man?

The oddest collection of dreams I ever had took place over the course of about 3 months when almost every single night I had a dream about a black animal of some kind. I had really typical scary black spider dreams, one about a black lizard trying to bite my hand and a few other not so typical versions. There are two that stand out the most in my memory. One involved a large, but strangely thin, black Woolly Mammoth that had broken through my kitchen wall. From what I recal he was fairly friendly but clumsy. Although I do remember getting a sort of ominous feeling about his presence in my kitchen. In the other dream there were hundreds of all-black boston terriers surrounding me. They were black from tip to tail and even had all black eyes. Creeeeepy. I was supposed to find within this sea of dogs, my own pup, Gibson.

Mostly I just have really typical school dreams where I’m lost in the hallways or forgot to attend a class all year long and then realize I have to take the final. Or I’ll have the one where I arrive someplace important either without an essential article of clothing like my shoes or my bra or with an extremely odd article of clothing on like roller skates (instead of shoes) or a short mini-skirt when I haven’t shaved my legs.

August 8, 2007 at 5:28 pm Leave a comment

I have a new crush

on Jermaine and Bret, aka Tenacious Dundee, aka, The Flight of the Conchords. I no longer have HBO so will have to catch the show in snippets on YouTube, but it’s well worth dealing with the grainy video and slightly off-sync audio. If you haven’t seen it, check it out. It’s about a folk-novelty-comedy duo from New Zealand who’ve moved to NYC for fame and fortune. Hilarity ensues.

The last episode I saw featured a “storyline” about Bret’s body image issues and alleged bulimia. Jermaine, tries to cheer him up by writing him a lovely Jack Johnsonesque tune.

August 6, 2007 at 6:40 pm Leave a comment

teh awesomes

got the job. got a place.

August 1, 2007 at 11:36 pm 1 comment

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