Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The older I get, the less I believe in.

I'm sure someone has said that before, but it just came across my mind and it's astounding how much truth there is in it. My thought didn't specify anything in particular, so to appeal to my own curiosity, I typed "the older I get, the less I believe in" (with quotes) into Google. It's actually quite depressing how age can so often and easily trump hope.
These are some of the top search results Google brought me back:
"The older I get, the less I believe in the idea of the major artist as shaman plugged into the cosmos." (ooook, that one is a bit out there, but...)
"the older i get the less i believe in the meant to be thing. if you're not doing anything nothing's going to happen." (too true!)
"The older I get, the less I believe in real love, soul mates, and that Hollywood nonsense." (Agreed!)
"the older I get the less I believe in fairness" (unfortunate, but true)
"the older i get, the less i believe in the possibility of finding happiness." (Oooh, I have had that thought a time or two)
"The older I get, the less I believe in coincidence." (Thought provoking)
"the older I get, the less I believe in true love"
"The older I get, the less I believe in University degrees as a test of capacity"
"The older I get, the less I believe in dreams coming true."

I bet everyone can finish this sentence, and, if you're feelin' froggy, I'd love to hear what some of you might have to say.

Friday, September 17, 2010

You've GOTTA See This...

I was lucky enough to check out one of Blogger's suggested reads and found this little gem: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/ I cry laughing every time I read one of these. If you're down, Charlie Brown, I suggest you take a peek at this glorious blog.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

Polishing A Turd

Whew. It's awful quiet around here. What can I say? I've been doing well. I started school; I'm taking a computer class (CIS105), World Religions & Cultural Diversity and the Media. The latter two are actually fun.
Also, I went to Los Angeles this past weekend with Richard, my brother and his wife. All weekend we did what Richard has affectionately dubbed "polishing a turd." Trying to make something good that really isn't good. LA is not a beautiful city. The people are interesting to watch. The bathrooms at Venice beach either have shit in the toilet and cold sandy floors, or shitty underwear crammed into the corner of the stall. It was grubby and I have a new appreciation for the cleanliness of Phoenix (try to stifle your double takes about that one). I think no matter where one travels, it's good to get the opinions and suggestions of several locals and plan a couple fun things. Manhattan Beach was pretty nice though, so I can't complain about that. And no matter where one is, the ocean is immense and overpowering and awe-evoking. It was just a bit difficult to focus on that with all the hoards and hoards of rickety people and various forms of shit. We also got an opportunity to observe a street performer hammer a long nail up his nose and simultaneously swallow and un-swallow a billiard ball, which is always excellent. (I gave him a dollar I had fashioned into an origami bow tie.)
Sending good vibes that you're all doing well and riding a cool un-ending wave of happiness. A bumper sticker I saw today sums up the way I'd love to view life: "No Bad Days" with a shady palm tree over the top. A lovely little something to strive for.