Thursday, February 25, 2010

i'm neglectful.

i've neglected my blog/writing since july. i seem only to think/form sentences via the facebook status realm. everything i communicate to the world seems to come out in this format only. it's as though i have ADD and can communicate as much as 140 characters will allow (at least i think that's correct, that might be what twitter allows you, which i've completely abandoned. and don't even think of getting me started on the gmail buzz. i can't take one more form of social media at this point.)

i'm almost tempted to go back to formal letter writing, except that i'm too lazy to go to the post office and purchase stamps. well, officially, i'm not sure lazy would be the word i'd use. temperamental, yes, lazy, no. the post office irritates me and brings out my official worst side, mirrored only by sitting in traffic or poor service in a restaurant. so, alas, it's back to blogging. we'll see how long it lasts THIS time.

well, for those of you who follow my blog but don't know me personally, (um, at this point i'm pretty sure that's, um...nobody, ahem) a lot of wonderful and a lot of nothing have simultaneously happened in my life since july when i last wrote. i have a wonderful boyfriend (hi b). i don't have a job, but rather seven regular part-time jobs each week, and also work pick-up jobs as they arise. it's wonderful actually, and i've never been happier. things are busy busy busy, but it's fun. if i get behind at all, i pretty much screw myself that week, so i have to keep my head on straight and know where i am at each point in the day, using each minute wisely because there won't be time to make up that minute later.

i'm reminded of a few "facebook status-like thoughts" i've had of late, and thought i'd post them here as my re-entrance to blogging/warm-up to writing:

1) "you don't have to live like a refugee" by tom petty. what, exactly, does this mean? http://www.dictionary.com/ defines refugee as, "a person who flees for refuge or safety, esp. to a foreign country, as in time of political upheaval, war, etc."

Tom Petty says:

Baby we ain't the first I'm sure a lot of other lovers been burned
Right now it seems real to you,
but it's
One of those things you got to feel to be true
Somewhere, somehow, somebody must have kicked you around some
Who knows maybe you were kidnapped tied up,
Taken away and held for ransom
Honey, it don't really matter to me baby
Everybody has to fight to be free, you see

i'm answering my own question as i go here - clearly what he's trying to say is, this person doesn't have to flee, seek safety/refuge from love. but "live like a refugee"? it seems like such severe language, no? i guess refugees perhaps didn't have the same immediacy in 1979 that the term brings to mind in 2010, with haiti fresh in our minds, or the tsunami of a few years ago, or any refugees, it seems that there are so many. don't get me wrong, i love tom petty. i'm not trying to over think a great song from the 70's. i was singing it the other day for some reason, and i thought to myself "what does this mean"? refugee brings to mind such different thoughts now than it did then...

wow, this is becoming a downer.

moving on...

2) wisdom teeth are so weird. i happen to have all four of mine. more than likely i'll not have to get them removed, as long as i can keep them clean (so the dentist says). b has his too. not that any of you needed to know that, i just learned that this week though, so i thought i'd share. i was curious why wisdom teeth are called wisdom teeth - do you know? i recently learned. they are because you get them generally between the ages of 17 - 25, when, supposedly, you are a bit wiser. different cultures have different names for them. this is from http://www.wikipedia.com/:

Turkish refers directly to the age at which wisdom teeth appear and calls it 20 yaş dişi (20th year tooth). In Arabic, its name is Ders-al-a'qel (ضرس العقل), literally meaning "The tooth of the mind" and hence similar to occidental names. In Korean, its name is Sa-rang-nee (love teeth) referring to the young age and the pain of the first love. In Japanese, its name is Oyashirazu, literally meaning "unknown to the parents," from the idea that they erupt after a child has moved away. In Chinese, the term is Zhi Ya, a word for wisdom (Zhi) combined with the word for tooth (Ya). The Indonesian term gigi bungsu for the last teeth a person cuts refers to bungsu, meaning "youngest child", because the teeth erupt so much later than the others, implying that the teeth are "younger" than the rest. In Thailand, the wisdom tooth is described fan-khut (ฟันคุด) "huddling tooth" due to its shortage of space. In Persian, its name is dandan-e aghl (دندان عقل), which means "wisdom tooth". In many Spanish speaking countries, it is called the "molar of judgment" (muela de juicio). This is because when they appear, the person is considered to have a better judgment than that of a child. A similar phrase is commonly used in Italian, as the tooth is called "dente del giudizio" (judgment tooth).

3) now for the magazine portion of this blog post. yay.

donna hay magazine is my favorite food magazine. it's deliciously beautiful. i would love a subscription to it, but it's from australia, and so to get a subscription, it's like $100 to have it delivered for 12 issues. which, if i were rich, i'd get it delivered. but alas, i'm not rich (in spirit, yes). so i go to border's and i read it and drool over the photos, and occasionally when i have extra money to spend, i buy a copy. i know, i know, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. but here is her web-site http://www.donnahay.com.au/ check it out - you'll be happy you did. the recipes are in metric, so either know your metric system, or have a conversion system handy.

and for the feminist in you (come on, you know she's down in there somewhere), bitch magazine is an amazing read. i heart it immensely. it's a wonderful, mind-opening publication. http://bitchmagazine.org/ is their web-site. you can read their blog, you can friend them on facebook, you can subscribe to their publication, you can read them for free at border's or laurie's planet of sound, or you can come to my house and read it and hang out with me and i'll make you something to eat (hey, maybe even from donna hay's magazine, who knows?) and we can discuss how not to live like refugees of love, or how to make the people at the post office smile, or i'll open my mouth wide enough for you to see all four of my wisdom teeth. the possibilities are endless really.

signing off for now...

thatgirltina