"Tasting Life Twice"
Here is a fun URL that was posted to one list....: It particularily gave me a chuckle as I just learned my magnificent words were rejected for a webring I shall not name. HOW could they not see my stellar brilliance? Sigh, "It's THEIR loss, " as I pat my poor delicate ego.Go Forward...
"ANNOUNCING:I couldn't sleep tonight thinking about the webring experience. I had to see what kind of person is in charge of that ring. So I went to the chief webmaster's site. She has extremely simple pages of black on white text. And she writes very, very well. I was impressed. It is a different style than mine, with long, generous entries. We each have our own idea of what we think is best. I do a similar thing in Bright Lights of the Web. Those are the sites I've decided are the best. There are hundreds, thousands, (millions??) of fine works out there that I haven't listed. Some of them are of considerable acclaim in the web world. But my picks are what I've found the 'creme de la creme'. Surely my opinion hardly ranks as an allmighty, omnipotent, inherant edict. And thus with this lady's picks. She's got some choices that agree with a few of my selections. And she rejected one that is so dear and near to me, it feels 'born of my own flesh'. Yet, in a sense, I've 'rejected' her writings. Fine as they are, her pages didn't make my cut. That's the way life is. No one can 'win them all', as the old saying goes.In response to the recent wave of Anti-Elitism sentiment, a new webring has been created. Unassociated ~ An Elitist Webring
http://members.xoom.com/unassociated
You can TRY to get in, but likely, you simply aren't good enough for us."
I should get a mug of water, and go to bed . . .
I was chomping on a banana, when Julia noticed me eating it. I replied, "I must look like a monkey, eating this banana" Early morning free-association brought a melody to my mind. I started singing:
"If you think you're typing Chaucer, well you better think again,Mid singing, Julia gave me 'the look' I often give HER when she comes up with something totally off the wall.
'Cause you're a monkey with a typewriter. . .
. . . Monkey with a typewriter,
Monkey with a typewriter. . ."©Mark Graham of Open House
There's no serious rant here today in the pages of Weighty Matters. See instead the very important December 21st entry in "A Tale. . ."
5:30am - I am NOT going to the computer. I read the rough draft of yesterday's entry to Laura. We went outside briefly in the cold air and looked at the stars. Fuzzy without my glasses, they were still quite magnificent. 6:00am - I'm staring into space. The hive mind is calling. It's all there, within that rectangular box, calling, calling. I'm like a borglet, separated, stumbling about blindly . . .
I can't believe it! I got through a whole day without surfing or looking at e-mail. The next time someone checks e-mail, it's going to be a frightening 400 plus pieces, I suspect. Well, how do I feel, this second day of being cut apart from the hive mind? Better than I did yesterday. It's peculiar. Someday in the distant future, the words of us web pioneers will be of interest, to learn just how we coped with this explosion of 'information'. I had to unsubscribe from all those e-mail lists. I wondered why there were only four new posts when I checked mail this morning. Julia was the one to get the last onslaught. She checked it last night and had to wait while 90 messages came in. I trimmed down the bookmark list to a small little group, and even two of those are to my journals. I feel strangely liberated. I enjoyed all the chatting, really I did. But my poor spouses were starting to feel ignored. Julia will be actually able to keep up with her email and Colloquy. I'd see her in the evenings, patiently not asking me, but hoping I'd get my rump off the seat and give her a chance. So it's good. Those that wonder about my disappearance have been given my URLs, earlier. So if they get curious, they can find out what happened to me. I'm supposed to wait until Monday to do any surfing. That still seems a long time. Guess it just goes to show how addicted I am . . .
I've just eaten two pieces of toast with peanut butter and honey, a favorite "comfort' food. There are some foods that seem to "comfort" me - ice cream, homemade mashed potatoes, and the like. WHY do I have such an emotional attachment to food? I feel this temptation to be 'bad'. I wonder about my relationship with food. I am the only fat person in my whole genetic line. Was it something in the coming together of my maternal and paternal lines that produced a chowhound/ Some gene mixed with another odd gene, and 'viola', CHOWHOUND? The rest of my family doesn't turn to food as a comfort. Why do I want to? I turned out 'queer', and as far as I know, none of the rest of them did. But that's only as far as I know. ~ ~~ ~~~ ~~ ~
Well, dear readers, I may never solve my weight problems. This log may only serve as a record of all the food I've eaten. But I'm doing something else here. I allow myself to rant freely, and this outlet may enable me to turn to something other than FOOD. That's the hope anyway. I stumble blindly about in the confusion.
Meanwhile, back to sewing. . .
. . . Laura's gone to get a new driver's license. I'm SO tempted to just take a peek or two at a couple of sites.
Will my muse really return if I have the self-control to wait this out?
Back to sewing!
9:00am - Bored. I emptied the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and a load of light-colored clothes is in the washer. This is a dangerous time for me. I want to eat (I'm not hungry, mind you, but I was eyeing a box of sweet, cruncy cereal I want to surf. So far I've been 'good'. I'm so tempted . . . I'm caught up with the sewing. I 'spose I could start on Julia's skirts she's been wanting. I can use a variation of the pleated front, elastic waist back, open from side pocket design I use for mine. Yeah, maybe I could even have one done for XMAS. I'll do it!
And play merry Christmas songs while I'm at it. . .
Strangely, all that COLD (28 F, {-3C} this morning at 6:00am) weather is making me feel more Christmasy.
2:30am - mug of 7-up - I found Laura awake, beginning turkey preparations. I sat with her a while, and then created my Christmas message 7:00am - glass of water - I'm not sure my tummy is back to order. Hope it will by dinner!
11:00am - My stomach is feeling pretty good. I ate so much, it's easier just to show you than TELL you!
Starting clockwise with the turkey, corn and green beans with mushrooms, stuffing, yams, mashed potatoes (note indelicate portion!) and cranberry sauce in the center. ,All this and a small piece of pumpkin pie, too! And cranberry punch . . .
This picture has been omitted as a kindness. Photographed food rarely looks as good as it did in life!
This quote has many layers of meaning. Right now, the line about tasting life is speaking loudly. This may seem a superficial interpretation, but by becoming so mindful of what I eat, it's as though I'm tasting it all twice. Possibly by enjoying it twice as much, I may only need to eat half as much!We write to taste life twice, in the moment, and in retrospection. . .We write to be able to transcend our life, to reach beyond it. We write to teach ourselves to speak with others, to record the journey into the labyrinth.--Anais Nin
"Iko" put up a picture back when she was a skinny teenager, so that's inspired me to drag this thing out of mothballs and post it. I WAS actually skinny at one time. With my 'large bones', I look 'all head' in this picture:
Actually, I look kind of starved and unhappy!
And I WAS at that time. I'd almost rather be fat. . .
4:50am - Why am I up so early? Restless mind. The bladder isn't burning as bad. Maybe this will go away. I will continue to force fluids. I should make a new year's resolution to eat more fruits and vegetables, as well. This 'all-starch' diet can't be too healthy. I know I feel better when I take the effort to eat better. I must work on it. News Flash! I have updated my Explanation of Writing Process page.
This time, I explain not the writing, but the format I use in "A Tale Told With Time". I use quite a bit of wild color there, and I want to tell the world why. In this page here, of recorded indulgence, I'm exhibiting some restraint in the medium, however, if not the message. If you tire of the yellow background here, it can be changed via your browser controls, as I've not done color changes in tables, or font color changes within the text.
Yet another news flash! Okay, a flashette?
I have a picture up of the Pinal County Courthouse,, to give a better idea of the town Julia works in. Follow the arrow to read the entry about her first days there.
