sometimes i think i am the only person in the world who doesn’t love U2. i can see the music has merit. and i think bono’s a standup guy using his celebrity for important economic and diplomatic issues. but hell i still cringe every time i see those cheesy glasses and hear that “uno – dos – tres – CATORCE.”
“Thinking is easy, acting is difficult, and to put one’s thoughts into action is the most difficult thing in the world.” – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.
it’s bothered me for years. the lack of a real ecommerce ikea site.
here i am, visa in hand, ready to blow a couple of hundred bucks on crappy furniture that has no shot at being around long enough to be of use to my future progeny.
or even me, say … 3 years from now.
but alas, der arbiter of disposable modern scandinavian style doesn’t want my kronas.
won’t sell & ship to little old me? c’est la vie! le target? oui!
“Go for the Big Life — the Great Career, the Perfect Guy, and Everything Else You’ve Ever Wanted (Even If You’re Afraid You Don’t Have What It Takes) by Bonnie Fuller.
i don’t feel compelled to read the book, but i do delight in the idea of it. just this weekend i was at a wedding shower and a friend of my mother’s pulled me aside and told me i was wonderful and my mother is so proud of me, yadda yadda yadda. then she paused and sternly warned me: “but don’t forget to smell the roses.”
it was not the first time i had heard that one. older generations tend to think i am not enjoying my life because i am so focused on my career. they are wrong. i get a great deal of fulfillment and opportunity for self actualization from my career. and i have wonderful relationships. i have a full life with friends and family and diverse delights. i feel blessed that i had the wherewithal to stay independent and work on sorting out my identity before i got married and had kids and tried impose my unrealized dreams, hopes and fantasies onto others. there’s plenty of time to fall in love and, if i am lucky, have a family. i believe you have to let life unfold as it will, because it will. there’s no sacred script for how and when things should be done. we all have to find our own way.
besides, that whole desparate housewives scene just so isn’t me.
“That said, I am with somebody who really, really likes the fact that I have a sense of humour. It depends on the bloke and if he wants an equal, and the sexiness of banter, which is essentially a form of foreplay. I might have toned down my humour with men I fancied when I was younger, but not now.”
amen sister. i am there on not toning it down, whether or not it means lifelong singledom (which i don’t think it does).
a song by weezer, ‘freak me out’ describes the way i think many dudes have related to me and some of my friends.
i am so tired of silly scared boys. enough. where are the real men?
all things are cyclical. the good times, the bad. and the people. maybe not the specific people, but the kinds of people, at least. and interest levels. the ebb and flow. very much like my mtv consumption. sometimes mtv seems fun and fabulous, other times it’s a fascinating study of contemporary culture. and other times still — it’s utter, complete rubbish. now i know it’s me that changes, not mtv. cycles, seasons, to everything, turn turn turn.
i love business, and i’m good at it. yet there’s a very strong other side of me, where an artist resides. it’s the side of me that focuses on universal truths — the world beyond the next planning period. the particulars, the details, the specifics that we all seem to get mired in like a fly in shit is just … shit.
this desire to make contact with higher truths is what made me stop feeling anything very passionate with relation to politics, religion, etc. in recent years. i view those institutions and issues as a huge waste of my personal energy. call it what you wish, zen, peace, complacency, or just straight exhaustion. i don’t know what it is, but those things seem so trite, so ephemeral. which is not to say i don’t follow current events anymore. i do, but in a much more detached and accepting way. and the beat goes on, you know?
like picassso, i believe that “art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” art is the closest to truth that humans can get. the science crowd adds a lot. the science crowd takes the mystery out of a lot of things. but they will never take all the mystery out.
hello all. i am emailing from mailboxes etcetera on hudson street. i couldn’t get a time warner appointment until next weekend, so for the next week i shall be sans internet (and tv, and home phone). oi. BUT my cell phone works fine in the new place and i have my iTunes, Cds, newspapers and sirius radio to fill the media void for the next week. the move was as good as a move could be. the movers were very nice and helpful (big john’s on the upper east side) and nothing was lost or broken. the new place belongs to a friend and is truly wonderful. i feel so much more at home there than in my prior pad. even the movers were shocked by how small it was. they were off the boat immigrants and couldn’t fathom how i could have lived there for 3.5 years. my answer: the deferred gratification principle. it works. anyways, life is good. it’s a rainy sunday in january and i don’t even have the blues.