February 27, 2013
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If I told you all the stories in my head, you’d be here a while.
Does anyone else feel like they barely recognize their past selves, and that their personal anecdotes play themselves out like a movie? I kind of feel like I’m trying to cram as many lifetimes as I can into this one, whether first hand experience or just observing humanity secondhand, and the past, the memories to me feel like someone else lived them. And I mean that in the best way possible. I’m constantly amused at my own antics, and making mental notes to file under “the idiosyncrasies of an awkward extra-terrestrial”. It’s like I’m collecting experiences and interesting tales of adventure, so that someday I’ll be telling these tales around a campfire to someone who likely won’t believe me. These lives and experiences and observations are as cherished to me as gold to a tycoon. I’m a collection of words, images, and philosophies.
I planted basil today, with good, rich, uphill-from-the-parking-lot mud, gathered in the middle of a thunderstorm. I separated the roots gingerly between the plants, and supported the whole trio of plants with a pair of chopsticks and embroidery thread. When we bought the basil, Micah kept making jokes about “this basil makes everything smell like weed”. It was funny when he first said it, but now it just kind of seems lame. All plant-based things don’t have to be chalked down to a weed joke. *Shaking my head*
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Weeds can make great metaphors.
I was inspired to write a haiku once (it would be hard to dig up out of all my past Xanga entries) by the thought that the yellow part of dandelions are obviously the most beautiful part of that plant and in the digging up of those annoying weeds — the SEARCHING for them in order to dig them up — it’s the yellow that helps you find them and so somehow I got from beauty to vulnerability. Those plants would have been left to multiply if the beauty hadn’t made them vulnerable to my picking.
(How’d I say all that in 17 syllables? Darned if I remember.)
Thank you for your recent visit. I saw that there were two comments and the only way I could find the one about “Silver Linings Playbook” was to put my blog into the “public view” and scroll down the page. (I use Xanga as a repository for a lot of private record-keeping and such. I hope Xanga lasts forever. It’s a tree-saver, if you know what I mean. Anyway, the “comments” tab hasn’t been working for like forever, and I have to ask one of the Xanga Team about that.)
If you do see “Silver Linings Playbook” and I hope you do, please let me know if you loved it or not. It’s so well-acted that there were Oscar nominations in all four acting categories. That’s rare. When I go to the movies, I want that emotional rush at the end that just sends me into ecstasy. I saw a bunch of fine movies last year, but SLP was the only one that brought “the rush.”