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I am a coma gadget girl. (said sadly)

Wednesday, July 26, 2006

I first wanted to post this on someone else’s blog as a comment but thought, in the end, better not. Better not add my rant to a stranger’s home. Because, that person might not want to hear about it and I don’t want to upset anyone. Assuming that nobody wants to be disturbed...

Today, talking about misfortunes, I spun jokes about how often when we lose our marbles, drop a puzzle box or CD carrier and everything falls down around you, often, you will take a second or two to watch it unfold until you realize "I have to pick things up". The people around you also take a second or two to observe, understand and react to what just happened. Sometimes, they just stand there and watch you gathering. But they do, I imagine, feel something. They think "Awe. I hate it when that happens (to me)." And go on their way.

Some people could think "Awe. Maybe this person might need my help." or "This person could sure use my help." So they move and participate and the show then becomes interactive. They bend down next to you and maybe smile and help you put things back in their place. (Sometimes they find new places and it is the good kind.)

But there are many people like me who often think that people don’t want to interact. They don’t want to be bothered by someone they don’t watch movies with. So the world ends up being a stage. We watch, feel and sometimes, maybe, flip the channel or get some chips. We walk around perceiving situations and believe (or abide) this scene cannot be altered or it is self-reliant. No wonder so many people feel alone and out of place.

I want to say that if you ever see me lose my marbles, I will appreciate any help offered.

Thank you.

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Tuesday, July 25, 2006

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Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Watching shopgirl was like watching single stars, dropping out of the sky silently, distantly, moderately.

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Slices Of Randomness

Sunday, July 16, 2006

1. Smurfs were Smurfing  before Hodor went all...  Hodorin .

2. An awesome sight: The Peregrine Falcon is often stated to be the fastest animal on the planet in its hunting dive, the stoop, which involves soaring to a great height and then diving steeply at speeds commonly said to be over 320 km/h (199 mph), and hitting one wing of its prey so as not to harm itself on impact.

3. Changing the colour of your socks on step at a time.

4. Instigator

5. If personal is not your thing, see me be official here.

6. Above all, no harm. As above so below. None above you. None below you.

7. I think synergy is romantic. Invest in some synergy this year.

8. You're not the boss of trees.

9. I dislike fermentation.

10. I name my pen: Urileye. It's the perfect pen. Urileye is pronounced i-'le-v&n as in "Spinal Tap's amplifiers go up to eleven, every other bands' just go to ten, but it doesn't actually amplify the sound any greater."

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Sunday, July 09, 2006

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Friday, July 07, 2006

Young children trust their parents are truthful when answering the many many questions they have about the world. Santa Claus is a real jolly guy. Babies are born in cabbage patches, or dropped off by a stork, depending on the size of your mailbox. It’s unclear which story is true. Why? Because? Why? Just because that’s the way things are, of course. Because the truth can be unpleasant and rarely offers the benefits that a lie can?

For instance, the recent Mexican election race and how two candidates publicly announced that they had won before all the ballots had been counted. How devious. I entertain the thought that one candidate sniffed out the others ruse and played the same card, assuring doubt around both parties instead of one runner stealing the show. Good move? I think so. It makes matters clearer. We all assume that politicians are liars but when you hear about something like this, it confirms that politics, like many other things, is based on appearance.

Then, there are people like Stephen Lewis who have seen the ugly entrails of government relationships, within our country and with other countries as well.

There are explosions of disgruntled masses around the world. There are depleted masses stuck in boxes stuck in buildings stuck in metropolitan structures and they are tired, tired of the madness.

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Thursday, July 06, 2006

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Sitting at the FTQ table

Consciousness is like a game of
Hungry Hungry Hippos

(and right now, I am not getting
any marbles.)

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Monday, July 03, 2006

This screen will be our revolution.

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