I like bread. And candy. And I've been eating more than my usual share. I almost can't help myself. Eating disorders effect more than 90% of the population. Don't ask me where I got that statistic, I made it up. But seriously, when are we going to stop asking food or the lack thereof to make up for our serious lack in social life? The answer is now. Now, on this holiday of all when single women's bodies beg us to buy ourselves a huge box of chocolates and sit in bed watching TV and eating all in the box. Now, before bread's crumbling masses digests into yellow, creamy fat. Now, take the time to look at yourself and ask if you are begging food to have control over your life. Now.
Does food own you? I say no. You own food. So who has the control, you or the food? You. Next time you're feeling low don't go into that kitchen or stop eating altogether. You have control of not only the food, but of your life. Call a friend, take a ride on a bike, journal a little. Try something else to fill you up besides empty calories.
Talk a little. Talk is like soul food. If you don't talk, you'll be empty. Don't hang out with people who just want you to listen to them, the soul-suckers. You'll be dry and empty within the day. Instead spend time with friends who like to listen, who enjoy a chat and a little laughter.
Don't be afraid. Fear is the worst emptier. You eat fear and division happens. You eat hope and multiplication is produced. So use that fear to prod you on to new heights. Let it drip, drip, drip in an IV bag near your bed. It may be feeding you, but it's not a part of you. You are not fear.
So I leave you with these PSAs this holiday season. Happy Valentine's everyone!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
A Bit of Liquid
My nostrils sting
A little juice of brain and body
drips solomnly out
as if to say,
"You've had a day of it, haven't you?
That last sadness was too great for your
solid strength. Now where did I put my head?"
And after visiting hours with the drip
are over, and all's said and done
with a plucked tissue.
And there's a bit of bliss
that life's pain does not pass me by,
I feel, and breathe, and drip,
Therefore I am alive.
A little juice of brain and body
drips solomnly out
as if to say,
"You've had a day of it, haven't you?
That last sadness was too great for your
solid strength. Now where did I put my head?"
And after visiting hours with the drip
are over, and all's said and done
with a plucked tissue.
And there's a bit of bliss
that life's pain does not pass me by,
I feel, and breathe, and drip,
Therefore I am alive.
Websites and Life
After learning some HTML, I'm making a practise website for meself. (Yes, sometimes I talk like a leprechan.) The website is very basic. A heading, my name; several links detailing my hobbies and education consist of the site. I'm using a table and some of the links are all the way on the other side of the page, I even used a colspan argument so I'm not sure why the cells aren't merging and balancing themselves. Perhaps I shouldn't use a table though I've heard they make things easier. I could compare this site to my life. I have basic knowledge to make it. A handbook is with me where ever I go. I just have to either take the time to learn the material, because certain sides of me get slanted sometimes or certain details need tweaking.
How will website manipulation help me on my quest out of debt? Well, there's plenty of freelance jobs on the internet which request help with their websites. If I can learn how to make websites, there will be installed in me a skill which I may use to make money.
Other than that, I work Wed, 8-2, Fri, 6-close, Sat and Sun, 8-4.
How will website manipulation help me on my quest out of debt? Well, there's plenty of freelance jobs on the internet which request help with their websites. If I can learn how to make websites, there will be installed in me a skill which I may use to make money.
Other than that, I work Wed, 8-2, Fri, 6-close, Sat and Sun, 8-4.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Horoscopes and Just Keep Swimming
My mysterious Scorpio horoscope states that the moon is in my 2nd house of money. This means I should be cautious concerning finances, but horoscopes are so ambiguous, it's difficult to get a straight answer out of them, similar to the eight-ball. The answer is what? NOT RIGHT NOW. Which sucks.
So how are my finances doing? Alright. I don't know when we get checks and it's driving me crazy. Can't wait to get paid and to see the fruit of my labors.
Went into the dollar store today and scoped the place out. Bought some candy and a candle which is burning on the dining room table. It's a great place for cheap gifts, party favors, and sunglasses. I still don't know if this manager job is for me, though. I seem to have trouble asking people stuff that has been on my mind for a long time. Taking my opportunities. They just zoom on by, and I watch mesmerized. How do I change this? Plunge. Plunge in and "just keep swimming" like Dory on Finding Nemo. And don't look back. If you don't think backwards then there will be no regrets. There can be some quiet and useful recollection, such as demonstrated here, but anything more than that is simply regrets.
So how are my finances doing? Alright. I don't know when we get checks and it's driving me crazy. Can't wait to get paid and to see the fruit of my labors.
Went into the dollar store today and scoped the place out. Bought some candy and a candle which is burning on the dining room table. It's a great place for cheap gifts, party favors, and sunglasses. I still don't know if this manager job is for me, though. I seem to have trouble asking people stuff that has been on my mind for a long time. Taking my opportunities. They just zoom on by, and I watch mesmerized. How do I change this? Plunge. Plunge in and "just keep swimming" like Dory on Finding Nemo. And don't look back. If you don't think backwards then there will be no regrets. There can be some quiet and useful recollection, such as demonstrated here, but anything more than that is simply regrets.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Against the Tiger
Banners unfurled, ropes taunt to the wind
Thirty men fighting strong
Against the tiger.
Beat against the drum
Time to come along and bear up arms
Against the tiger.
Down you and come with us,
Across stream and river, pulsing
Drive we the tiger.
Marching feet and clanging shields
Dancing or fighting?
Against the tiger.
Down and up and down and up,
Brave men and courageous,
Against the tiger.
Who is it, mysterious and drawn
Lean and muscular
Who is the tiger.
Any enemy that's done us wrong,
Imagined or real foe
That's just the tiger.
Thirty men fighting strong
Against the tiger.
Beat against the drum
Time to come along and bear up arms
Against the tiger.
Down you and come with us,
Across stream and river, pulsing
Drive we the tiger.
Marching feet and clanging shields
Dancing or fighting?
Against the tiger.
Down and up and down and up,
Brave men and courageous,
Against the tiger.
Who is it, mysterious and drawn
Lean and muscular
Who is the tiger.
Any enemy that's done us wrong,
Imagined or real foe
That's just the tiger.
Chuck E. For President
Barak Obama is definitely making a bid for the presidency of the United States. It's comforting and I relish the fact which everyone loves to gossip about but isn't adamately discussed by him in his speeches: he is black. What does it mean for us to even have someone bid for the democratic side of the presidency and be black? It means there's a spirit in all of us. That we all have a part in some amazing subconsious mind and there's equality in all. This equality is regardless of some outward physical part. And there's no need to name it. Just to revel in it's rich, sumptutous goodness.
I believe I tapped into this subconscious today when I became part of a birthday party. At Chuck E Cheeses, the place where a kid can be a kid, we have numerous parties. It just so happened that the employee who was playing Chuck E mysteriously became painfully aware of her age. After trying the suit on and dancing vigerously around I realized how humans aren't meant to be cartoon characters. They just don't have the giant feet and three-fingered hands or the giant awkward head. The suit just heats up in that environment. Of course, you and I know it's because of all the children's love, their warm-hearted subconscious and not just cause of the suit. Seriously, I almost felt like the pied piper, with kids clamoring to hug me. I even managed to make Chuck E look like he was laughing, a feat not that hard to do, but amusing, nevertheless.
I have to keep telling myself...this job is just a hurdle. If I don't, I might go mad. Alot of the people who work there are just plain rude. They've got this 'tude. Like "You're not the boss of me, and I'm going to tell you what, nigga'." And I don't need that. So I do my work quietly and burn a little in the cheeks to make sure things get done. The mexicans are the nicest people there. Always smiling and chattering away in Spanish. Entiendo this and a ves that.
I miss my job at Subway. All the people there were considerate most of the time and there was usually customers coming and going, enough to keep us busy. I also miss the employees: Liz, one of the managers was always chatting to me and acting friendly in a non-threatening sort of way.
So. Just a hurdle. They're hiring for managers at the Dollar Store, right next to Chuck E Cheeses. What does it take to be a manager? I suppose you must have people skills: hiring people, firing people, and motivational speaking. Other than that, managers seem to need to be able to make schedules and work time sheets out. A manager may order supplies for the store when needed, and often they handle the money. What is usually required for a manager? Previous managerial experience or a degree is desirable. So who do I think I am to be qualified for all this? That's the question I ask myself. Who do I think I am to be working two jobs? Do I have the stamina? Do I have the karma?
I believe I tapped into this subconscious today when I became part of a birthday party. At Chuck E Cheeses, the place where a kid can be a kid, we have numerous parties. It just so happened that the employee who was playing Chuck E mysteriously became painfully aware of her age. After trying the suit on and dancing vigerously around I realized how humans aren't meant to be cartoon characters. They just don't have the giant feet and three-fingered hands or the giant awkward head. The suit just heats up in that environment. Of course, you and I know it's because of all the children's love, their warm-hearted subconscious and not just cause of the suit. Seriously, I almost felt like the pied piper, with kids clamoring to hug me. I even managed to make Chuck E look like he was laughing, a feat not that hard to do, but amusing, nevertheless.
I have to keep telling myself...this job is just a hurdle. If I don't, I might go mad. Alot of the people who work there are just plain rude. They've got this 'tude. Like "You're not the boss of me, and I'm going to tell you what, nigga'." And I don't need that. So I do my work quietly and burn a little in the cheeks to make sure things get done. The mexicans are the nicest people there. Always smiling and chattering away in Spanish. Entiendo this and a ves that.
I miss my job at Subway. All the people there were considerate most of the time and there was usually customers coming and going, enough to keep us busy. I also miss the employees: Liz, one of the managers was always chatting to me and acting friendly in a non-threatening sort of way.
So. Just a hurdle. They're hiring for managers at the Dollar Store, right next to Chuck E Cheeses. What does it take to be a manager? I suppose you must have people skills: hiring people, firing people, and motivational speaking. Other than that, managers seem to need to be able to make schedules and work time sheets out. A manager may order supplies for the store when needed, and often they handle the money. What is usually required for a manager? Previous managerial experience or a degree is desirable. So who do I think I am to be qualified for all this? That's the question I ask myself. Who do I think I am to be working two jobs? Do I have the stamina? Do I have the karma?
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Communication and Empathy
Fatah and Hamas are agreeable today. They pledged to hold a summit and not finish until some agreement was made. If only everything was that simple. This is governmental and as governments are for the people they should have to agree on some terms to keep the people safe and regardless of any religious partitioning. And that's what Ismail Hamyia and Khaled Meshal are doing. They will be going over how to divide the ministerial portfolios, how to reduce violence and they are also aiming towards recognizing Isreali tenaments of the law, which were not recognized by the Hamas group.
We really hope they can accomplish something. Before the problems seemed so vast and fighting so broadly spread over the region it seemed that nothing could be done. Will what these two leaders of different religious factions come to agreements about the goverment regardless of their opposing religious ideals? Will this be a leading factor in the fight against poverty, war, and bringing about peace in the Middle East? We surely believe so. When conditions for the people are that bad, things must have an upward outlook. There must be some sort of balancing factor. To bring about peace is something we look to do... not some cheap, glossed over type of peace, but a lasting one in which positive changes can take root.
So I go on today with hope because I believe in the "Butterfly Effect." I believe that each action and consequence thereof affects us all. And talk about effecting, my creditors and insurance companies have communication comparable to the previous relations between Fatah and Hamas. There is a bill to me for 700.00 because either the insurance company did not record denying the claim or because the EMS didn't send the claim. Either way all this paper trail will lead me to some hope. By my commmunication with the companies the situation will be resolved.
That's what the book, MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers involves, communication. I've been reading the book and am lost among punctuation, commas, plagerism and more. It's a lovely handbook. And I feel my writing has improved because of it. Communication is improved and my skills are honed. Details are less overlooked and commas are placed carefully instead of haphazardly. Palistinian and Isreali leaders could use one of these handbooks, in government, instead of writing. Of course, we're quick to judge. One must see oneself in a situation before one can discuss the reality of another's plight. And that's what communication is about, really. Empathy: the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another, as defined by dictionary.com. This empathy is what is needed today. In the Middle East, and starting with you, as my reader, and with me, as the writer. We can start a new trend and celebrate our differences.
We really hope they can accomplish something. Before the problems seemed so vast and fighting so broadly spread over the region it seemed that nothing could be done. Will what these two leaders of different religious factions come to agreements about the goverment regardless of their opposing religious ideals? Will this be a leading factor in the fight against poverty, war, and bringing about peace in the Middle East? We surely believe so. When conditions for the people are that bad, things must have an upward outlook. There must be some sort of balancing factor. To bring about peace is something we look to do... not some cheap, glossed over type of peace, but a lasting one in which positive changes can take root.
So I go on today with hope because I believe in the "Butterfly Effect." I believe that each action and consequence thereof affects us all. And talk about effecting, my creditors and insurance companies have communication comparable to the previous relations between Fatah and Hamas. There is a bill to me for 700.00 because either the insurance company did not record denying the claim or because the EMS didn't send the claim. Either way all this paper trail will lead me to some hope. By my commmunication with the companies the situation will be resolved.
That's what the book, MLA Handbook for Writers of Research Papers involves, communication. I've been reading the book and am lost among punctuation, commas, plagerism and more. It's a lovely handbook. And I feel my writing has improved because of it. Communication is improved and my skills are honed. Details are less overlooked and commas are placed carefully instead of haphazardly. Palistinian and Isreali leaders could use one of these handbooks, in government, instead of writing. Of course, we're quick to judge. One must see oneself in a situation before one can discuss the reality of another's plight. And that's what communication is about, really. Empathy: the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another, as defined by dictionary.com. This empathy is what is needed today. In the Middle East, and starting with you, as my reader, and with me, as the writer. We can start a new trend and celebrate our differences.
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