It’s the end of the week. Finally. Things have been slow and boring – yesterday I seriously thought I was going to fall asleep at my desk – but I didn’t. I just want to go HOME and not sit here for another half hour. Whinge whinge whinge.
I’m reading Picasso’s War. It is so good – just the sort of thing I need to keep the old grey matter going. I can’t – I just can’t believe the destruction that took place at Guernica. It’s beyond words. I was reading about the bombing while on my lunch break yesterday and was so deeply moved. The things humanity does to itself are just astounding. And all of Europe was horrified and up at arms – yet we allow these things to happen again and again. The author, Russell Martin, described the first time he actually saw Guernica – he was at the Museo Nacional Centro de Arte Reina Sofia in Madrid, where I saw the painting in 2000, on 9/11:
I looked at Guernica for a long time on that warm September afternoon, joined by thousands of people who had come to Madrid from every part of the world to spend a bit of time in the presence of what is widely regarded as the most important artwork of the twentieth century. None of us was aware as we stood across from the brutal, horrific, yet somehow mesmerizing images of Picasso’s war, that in those same moments the twenty-first century had been forced forever onto a new tack, that once more – as had happened in little Gernika – humans had transformed themselves into demons, and other humans suddently searched for reasons why.
We’re making a second offer on this house tomorrow. My stomach is all in knots, afraid that they’ll sell it to the couple that’s looking at it today. We so want this house.
Today has been excruciatingly boring. I really thought I was going to fall asleep at my desk. I have 7 minutes left – it’s still a possibility.
Sometimes I wish I could write consistently themed or consistently clever entries. I wish my entries were more coherent and not just about anything and everything. But maybe that’s why people read here.
A think that annoys me is that once an update is moved off this index page, it ceases to be read. What’s the point of keeping archives then? Maybe that indicates a lack of interest? I know that when I start really reading someone’s site, I make a point of reading the entire thing, finish to start. But maybe I just have too much time on my hands.
These people clearly have too much time on their hands, though the keg one cracked me up. And what the hell is this? I read it at least twice and still have no clue. This article breaks my heart and just makes me sick because it is so very true. I hate how illiterate we’re becoming – and how few people can write! I suppose, then, that this site should be some consolation. At least they’re reading.
Had a thought this weekend. Michelle was talking about Principal Nick’s family, how they don’t know much about her, including the fact that she’s bi. It was just strange to hear her say it – it’s so much a part of who she is and always has been, at least as long as I’ve known her. And I wonder if I’m the same way and if when I tell people they say to themselves “Oh yeah, I’ve known that forever.” I want to be that way, if I’m not already. I guess it’s strange to put it in words.
You can’t really tell from the photo – but my hair is kind of a crazy red brown blonde color – a bit of all three, actually. I think it could use another round of dye – but given the dye nightmare this weekend, I can wait. I bought two boxes of Feria at the grocery – got ready for Michelle to come do it – and then opened the box to discover that one had no dye! So I went to the store again, bought more dye (checked for it this time) – and when Michelle went to mix it, someone had switched the bottles! So we went out and bought a FOURTH box of dye. Ridiculous. And it always happens that I find a color I like – and then it’s discontinued. Hopefully not this time.
“time flies when it’s wrapped in plastic.” – Moby
My husband came up with some very bizarre Marry/Shag/Cliff suggestions:
We were having a terrific time with it last night. I think some of my responses surprised him. I’d post them here – but some of them are just too strange for words.
It’s potluck at work today – and a v slow and boooooooooooring day. Not a good combination. It’s a nap under the desk sort of day. Trying to find things to do and ways to keep my eyes open. Am thinking about kicking my computer just for something to do.
So tired of looking at houses. I suspect we’ll never find anything. Just got an email from Landlord Mark, who said they looked for over a year before they found their house. I don’t want to hear that!!! At least we’re not in a hurry for any legitimate or unavoidable reason.
Still pondering my plans for the weekend. I want to go out and do stuff but from looking at the budget, I don’t know if that’s possible. I don’t think I even have the gas money to drive to Champaign. Is there anyone who would like to come over and play Trivial Pursuit? Yes, that’s right. I’m advertising for weekend plans on the Interweb. Sad but true.
When I run the shadow government, my electric bill will be due two days AFTER pay day, not before it.
When I run the shadow government and have to work 10 hour days, I’d better have a damned cool office, especially if it’s only two of us working there.
When I run the shadow government, I will hire a minion to do my filing. Then I will be able to put potluck food through the shredder just to see what happens.
Happy belated birthday Trent. Meathead‘s tribute is much better than mine.
I’m quite obsessed with Marry/Shag/Cliff. It is the most terrific game ever. Any suggestions?
Pick which one you’d marry, which you’d shag, and which would go off a cliff. My choices for the first should be pretty obvious…
As you can tell, I’m doing much better since the weekend. I’ve kept quite busy, which is really, really good for the soul. No word from Eva – but it is her honeymoon and that is to be expected. I called her from Chicago and she called me – but things were different and she was a little more desperate. Secretly I do wish she’d call, though. I want to hear her voice, to know that she’s missing me, longing for me. That’s super selfish – but also the sort of affirmation that is needed in this sort of situation.
What should I do this weekend? Sarah wants me to come down to visit her – but she’s working Saturday and Sunday. Michelle’s going to dye my hair – and Mary J has invited me to hang out. I could also use some quality reading and cleaning time – and Eva’s coming home on Friday and I’m a sucker for her. So I don’t know.
Public Service Announcement #6 :
Conjugation is important. This is wrong: “It seem like it won’t pull up the benefits.” This is right: “It SEEMS like it won’t pull up the benefits.”